夜深了,我独自端坐在蓝色的书桌旁,书桌上有一面镜子,那是面长方形的台镜,正好照着我的脸。看着镜子里那张熟悉又陌生的脸,我不禁怀疑他是不是自己。我是一个什么样的人?我问着自己。你是个软弱的人,当流氓敲诈你时,你居然撒腿就跑了。一个同学的声音在我耳边浮现。他是个自私 Late at night, I sat alone at the blue desk. There was a mirror on the desk. It was a rectangular mirror and it was just facing my face. Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar face in the mirror, I could not help but wonder if he was himself. What kind of person am I? I ask myself. You are a weak man. When rogues blackmail you, you actually run away. The voice of a classmate emerged in my ear. He is selfish