我姓X，名XX，2009年12月9日，我出生在XX省XX市。
My surname is X and my given name is XX. I was born on December 9, 2009, in XX city, XX province.
名字是我出生时爷爷取的，当天正好在下雨，并且希望我今后有个幸福美好的人生，便有了“XX”这个名。
My name was given by my grandfather when I was born. It happened to be raining that day, and he hoped that I would have a happy and beautiful life in the future, so he gave me the name "XX".
小学时的我，并不活泼，仿佛心里每天仿佛都在下着雨。我不擅长与人交流，朋友仅一位，若是老师让我去干什么事，我当时会紧张得说不出话来，结结巴巴，语无伦次；更别说与老师面对面交流了！
When I was in elementary school, I wasn't lively, as if it was raining every day in my heart. I am not good at communicating with people. There is only one friend, and if the teacher asked me to do something, I would be so nervous that I couldn't speak, stuttering, and incoherent; Not to mention face-to-face communication with teachers!
我讨厌我的性格！为什么我就是不能大大方方与人交流呢？
I hate my personality! Why can't I communicate openly with others?
五年级快期末的时候，我的状态一直不好。数学老师讲课的节奏，一天比一天快，我的大脑已经跟不上了！一节数学课上完，脑袋空空，老师明明说过：“下课不懂的可以来问我哦！”但却因为自己的胆怯，我心想着：“没事儿，可能我自己琢磨琢磨，就会了呢……”但事实证明，我错了。
Towards the end of fifth grade, my condition was consistently poor. The pace of the math teacher's lectures is getting faster day by day, and my brain can no longer keep up! After finishing a math class, my mind was empty. The teacher clearly said, "If you don't understand after class, you can come ask me!" But because of my own timidity, I thought to myself, "It's okay, maybe I'll figure it out myself..." But the fact proved that I was wrong.
不懂的问题一点一点累积，就成了大问题。老师似乎也关注到了我，每节课上都会点我名回答问题。我站起来，常常一愣：“完了，问了什么问题？！”接着，就是严厉的批评；“XXX！你给我站着听！”本就非常紧张的我，受了老师这样的批评，还整节课站着听……一阵羞愧与委屈感涌上心头，顿时忍不住想哭，我努力憋回去：真是的！这点小事哭什么！我暗暗嘲讽着自己。
The problem of not understanding accumulates bit by bit and becomes a big problem. The teacher seems to have also noticed me and answers questions by clicking on my name in every class. I stand up and often pause for a moment, saying, 'That's it, what questions did you ask?!' Then comes the harsh criticism; XXX! Stand and listen for me! ”I, who was already very nervous, stood and listened to the teacher's criticism for the whole class... A sense of shame and grievance surged in my heart, and I couldn't help but want to cry. I tried my best to hold it back: really! Why cry over such a small matter! I secretly mocked myself.
可是这种情况，维持了几个星期！我每天浑浑噩噩，不知道怎样面对数学老师（班主任），更不知道怎样面对自己。
But this situation persisted for several weeks! I am in a daze every day, not knowing how to face my math teacher (class teacher), let alone how to face myself.
有了闲暇空余的时间，不是放松，而是思想上的一种煎熬：“我怎么那么笨啊！”“怎么这点都听不懂？”“怎么办啊！怎么办呢？我以什么样子去面对老师呢？”“我怎么那么差啊！”……
With leisure time, it's not about relaxing, but a mental torment: "Why am I so stupid!" "Why can't I understand this?" "What should I do! What should I do? How should I face the teacher?" "Why am I so bad!"
不断的否定，我心中的小房子，漏雨了，并且漏洞越来越大，雨下得越来越大，越来越急……
Continuously denying, my little house in my heart is leaking, and the hole is getting bigger and bigger. The rain is pouring harder and faster
直到某一日，心中的小房子，彻底坍塌了，我的心好沉重。“好累啊！”那一刻，我鼓足了勇气，打通数学老师的电话，听到数学老师的声音，我绷不住了，大哭起来。
Until one day, the small house in my heart completely collapsed, and my heart felt so heavy. I'm so tired! "At that moment, I gathered my courage and called my math teacher. When I heard her voice, I couldn't hold back and burst into tears.
我与她聊了很多，慢慢地，我敞开了心扉……
I talked to her a lot, and slowly, I opened up my heart
那是我的第一次，第一次如此自然的与老师交流。她也是给我莫大启发的第一人！她让我明白了，上课不积极，不太敢与老师交流，不一定是个缺点，可以是一个人的特点！做当下的自己，走好自己的路便好！
That was my first time, the first time I communicated so naturally with my teacher. She is also the first person who gave me great inspiration! She made me understand that not being proactive in class and not daring to communicate with teachers may not necessarily be a weakness, but can be a person's characteristic! Be yourself in the present moment and walk your own path well!
从五年级到现在，又走过多少岁月。现在的我，可以交到更多的朋友了。虽然还是上课不积极，不擅长与老师交流，但我想明白了。现在的我啊，也一直保持着乐观的心态，始终相信：不好的事，总会随着奔腾不息的岁月长河，流向远方……
How many years have passed from fifth grade to now. Now I can make more friends. Although I am still not proactive in class and not good at communicating with teachers, I have come to understand. Now, I have always maintained an optimistic attitude and believed that bad things will always flow into the distance with the endless river of time
未来很远，我遥想我的梦想，它不是一个职业，而是一种态度。
The future is far away, and I long for my dream. It is not a profession, but an attitude.
在写作这篇小传的当下，我希望自己的未来，能拥抱阳光，心中的小屋，再无漏洞！
At the moment of writing this short biography, I hope that my future can embrace the sunshine, be the little house in my heart, and have no more loopholes!