亲爱的朋友们

你最近怎么样？你一定不知道我心里埋藏着一个秘密。当我想到这一点，我会感到内疚一辈子，并有一种痛苦的感觉。我害怕说出来，成为千古罪人。但是，如果我不说出来，我会非常痛苦。经过我脑中的几次较量，理智终于战胜了我心中的两个恶魔——面子和虚荣，所以请听我说！

我和_是好朋友，我们的关系是基于同样的爱好。你知道，我是一个集邮者。我有数百张邮票，其中一些特别完好，一些太烂了，看不清楚字迹。我的另一个朋友，也就是他也喜欢集邮，经常随身带着“邮包”(我和他把带邮票的钱包叫做邮包)。里面的邮票完全不同，都是全新的，在珍藏版里有一整套很酷的邮票。我看着这些邮票，兴奋得就像一个贪婪的人在里面发现了一个装满金银财宝的盒子。贪婪的心立刻暴露出来，没有任何掩饰，但我也不会去抢它。我只能直着眼睛看。在那之后，因为我们收集邮票的爱好，我们一起度过了一整天。然而，一年后，让我感到内疚的事情发生了。

那天，我像往常一样跑到他家。我很早就去了，他还在楼上。这时，我看见邮箱里有一封信(因为我集邮的爱好，我总是喜欢在邮箱里找邮票)。我一看到邮票，哇！这是我最近经常在电视上和梦里看到的一张邮票！精致的设计和闪烁的笔迹具有高贵的品质。我突然有一颗坏心。这时，我内心的理智也悄然隐退了。我把手伸进邮箱，迅速地拿出信，然后像一匹受伤的野马一样“扑通”一声跑回家。我身上出了一身冷汗，回家后我悄悄地上楼了。鬼魂来到我的房间，锁上了门。拿出你经常使用的小刀，小心地将邮票完整地切掉。好奇心驱使我打开信，信上说:“奶奶在急救，快来。”我的心跳了起来，“上帝，我能做什么？”我不得不找一张完美的邮票，贴上米粒寄给我，但我没想到他会下来给我一张新邮票。它也很漂亮，但是我害怕我根本不能引起任何兴趣，我喜欢我的脸。然后他给了我他的全套邮票，眼里含着泪水离开了。我再也没见过他...

到目前为止，当我看到邮票时，我想找一个方法进去。如果我有别的选择，我宁愿不集邮。

参考翻译：

Dear friends;

How have you been recently? You must not know that there is a secret buried in my heart. When I think about it, I will feel guilty for a lifetime, and there is a feeling of pain. I am afraid to say it and become a sinner through the ages. However, if I don't say it, I will be in great pain. After several contests in my brain, reason has finally defeated the two demons in my heart-face and vanity, so please listen to me!

I and _ are good friends, and our relationship is based on the same hobby. You know, I am a philatelist. I have hundreds of stamps, some of which are particularly intact, some of which are too rotten to see the handwriting clearly. My other friend, that is, he also loves collecting stamps, and often carries "postal parcels" with him (he and I call the wallet with stamps postal parcels). The stamps inside are completely different, all brand new, and there is a complete set of cool stamps in the collector's edition. I looked at the stamps as excited as a greedy person who found a box full of gold and silver treasures inside. Greed heart immediately exposed without any cover, but I won't rob it either. I can only watch it with my eyes straight. After that, we spent all day together because of our hobby of collecting stamps. However, a year later, something that made me feel guilty happened.

That day, I ran to his house as usual. I went there early, and he was still upstairs. At this time, I saw a letter in the mailbox (because of my hobby of collecting stamps, I always like to look in the mailbox for stamps). As soon as I saw the stamp, wow! This is a stamp that I often see on TV and in my dreams these days! The exquisite design and the sparkling handwriting have a noble quality. I suddenly had a bad heart. At this time, my inner reason also quietly retired. My hand reached into the mailbox, quickly took out the letter, and ran home with a "plop" heart like a broken wild horse. A cold sweat broke out on my body, and I went upstairs quietly when I got home. Ghosts came to my room and locked the door. Take out the knife that you often use and carefully cut off the stamps intact. Curiosity made me open the letter, which said, "Grandma is in first aid, come quickly." My heart jumped, "God, what can I do?" I had to find a perfect stamp and stick it on with rice and send it to me, but I didn't expect him to come down and give me a new stamp. It was also very beautiful, but I was afraid that I couldn't raise any interest at all and loved my face. Then he gave me his complete set of stamps and left with tears in his eyes. I never saw him again ...

Up to now, when I saw stamps, I wanted to find a way to get in. If I had another choice, I would rather not collect stamps.