兒子讀書還可以, 俺經常帶他到附近的圖書館借他喜歡的書; 回家坐在沙發上, 他還能捧本書, 呆上個把鐘頭.
但是, 兒子不願意動手寫作. 學校里的寫作作業要求寫100個字或一頁紙的東西, 他總是拖到最後一天, 然後滿天遍地的瞎寫, 寫到99個字或一頁紙的時侯, 也不管句子完沒完, 嘎吱…, 一個急剎車, 然後來一句: 待續(to be continued).
誰能想到, 這個臭小子在學校竟能寫了一首詩, 而且還被選中發表, 讓俺跌破眼鏡, 也讓孩他媽樂顛顛的掏腰包買了一本2007年本州青年人的詩集.
昨天拿到這本詩集, 笑嫂趕忙讓兒子簽名, 記下這值得紀念的童年.
Fire
What is blazing through the shadows?
What is overheating water?
You’ve guessed it!
It’s fire!
Wait a second, what’s with the temperature?
Oh, no
I’m surrounded by fire!
Do anything to me, I surrender!
Wait!
A clearing!
Run for it!
Oh no again!
A cliff!
Falling…falling…
SPLASH!!!
At least I’m safe in water
OH NO!
A shark!
Better climb the cliff
Great just great
Guess I have to stay here
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