我的勇敢不像舍己为公那样壮烈,也不像打抱不平那样正义,而是那点所谓的小事,但那时的我,真是战胜了自己。那天,姐姐上爷爷家去了,爸爸妈妈也去应酬(chóu)了,家里就剩下我孤孤单单一个人,晚上8点多钟,我一个人坐在沙发上,等爸爸妈妈她们回来。 My courage is not as heroic as self-denial, nor as justice as pacifism, but the little things that are so called, but then I, I truly defeated myself. On that day, my elder sister went to my grandfather’s house and my father and mother went to socialize. At home, I left alone. At 8 o’clock in the evening, I sat alone on the sofa, waiting for Mom and Dad to come back.