前不久過了生日，於是就這樣，不知不覺到了十九歲這個年齡。生日的那夜我們照常吃了生日蛋糕，是提拉米蘇味的，吃起來很甜，卻並沒有很膩，像幼兒園時喝的甜牛奶的味道。這些年在精神上有過很多很多的成長，明白了善良，收穫了理性；也在學習上做過很多努力，以致於即使在那些尤為努力的人眼裡，恐怕也不算太過浪費了時間與天賦。然而，然而，沒有來到這裡便什麼也做不成，什麼也不會有，我一直深深地知道這點。沒有父母的金錢，叔叔的教誨，我便什麼也做不成，什麼也不會有；每當我感到驕傲自滿時，便總會羞愧地想起這件事情。
Before long, I passed my birthday and thus reached the age of nineteen. At the night of that day, we accordingly ate birthday cake, the taste of which was Tiramisu, sweet but not too much, somewhat like the sweet milk I drank in preschool. I have had many improvements these years on my mind, the most important of which I am afraid is that I have acquired self consciousness, reason and compassion; and also have had many on study, so that even in the eyes of the most industrious people, I might not be regarded as one wasting one’s time and endowment. However, but, nothing could be done, nothing could acquired without my coming here, which I know deep in h