During my junior year in high school， Mr. Reynolds， my English teacher， handed each student a list of thoughts or statements written by other students， then gave us a creative writing assignment based on one of those thoughts.
上初中時，英文老師雷諾茲先生給每位同學(xué)發(fā)了一張紙條。紙條上列出其他同學(xué)寫的各種想法和陳述。然后，他要我們據(jù)此寫一篇創(chuàng)造性的作文。
At 17， I was beginning to wonder about many things， so I chose the statement， "I wonder why things are the way they are？" That night， I wrote down in the form of a story all the questions that puzzled me about life. I realized that many of them were hard to answer， and perhaps others could not be answered at all.
17歲的我對很多事情都非常疑惑不解。所以我選擇了"我不明白為什么事物都是現(xiàn)在這個樣子？" 作為題目。那天晚上，我以故事的形式寫下了我對生活的所有困惑。我知道很多問題很難回答，或許有些問題根本找不到答案。
When I turned in my paper， I was afraid that I might fail the assignment because I had not answered the question， "I wonder why things are the way they are？" I had no answers. I had only written questions.
交上作文后，我非常擔心作業(yè)過不了關(guān)。因為我根本沒有回答 "我不明白為什么事物都是現(xiàn)在這個樣子"這個問題，我找不著答案，只寫下了問題。
The next day Mr. Reynolds called me to the front of the class and asked me to read my story for the other students. He handed me my paper and sat down in the back of the room. The class became quiet as I began to read my story：
第二天，雷諾茲先生讓我到講臺上把我的作文念給全班同學(xué)聽。他把我的文章遞給我，坐到了教室的后面。教室非常安靜。我開始朗讀自己編寫的故事。
Mommie， Daddy……Why？
《媽媽，爸爸……為什么？》
Mommie， why are the roses red？
媽媽，為什么玫瑰是紅的？
Mommie， why is the grass green and the sky blue？
媽媽，為什么草是青的，天是藍的？
Why does a spider have a web and not a house？
為什么蜘蛛織網(wǎng)不造房？
Daddy， why can't I play in your toolbox？
爸爸，為什么我不能在你的工具箱里玩耍？
Teacher， why do I have to read？
老師，為什么我一定要讀書？
Mother， why can't I wear lipstick to the dance？
媽媽，為什么我不能抹上口紅參加舞會？
“What grandma wants is for some guy to break my heart again，” I snapped， angry that my mother had said anything about this to my daughter.
“But Mom.”
“You‘re too young to understand，” I told her.
She was quiet for the next few minutes. Then she looked up and in a small voice gave me something to think about.
“So I guess love isn‘t like a broken arm.”
Unable to answer， we walked the rest of the way in silence. When I got home， I called my mother and scolded her for talking about this to my daughter. Then I did what I‘d seen my brave little girl do that very afternoon. I let go and agreed to meet Steve.
Steve was the man for me. We married less than a year later. It turned out mother and my daughter were right.
“可我要再把胳膊給摔斷了怎么辦？”我五歲的女兒問道，她的下唇顫抖著。我跪著抓穩(wěn)了她的自行車，直視著她的眼睛。我很明白她非常想學(xué)會騎車。多少次了，她的朋友們踩車經(jīng)過我們家時，她感到給拋下?？勺詮纳洗嗡龔淖孕熊嚿纤は聛恚迅觳步o摔斷之后，她對車便敬而遠之。
“噢，親愛的。”我說，“我不認為你會把另一只胳膊給摔斷的?！?BR> “但有可能，不是嗎？”
“是的，”我承認道，使勁想找出些道理來說。每逢此時，我便希望自己有人可依靠。一個可以說出正確道理、幫我的小女兒解決難題的人。可經(jīng)過一場可悲的婚姻和痛苦的離婚后，我傾向于當個單身母親，并且我還態(tài)度堅決地告訴每個要給我介紹對象的人說我要抱定終身不嫁。
“我不想學(xué)了?！彼f著，下了自行車。
我們走到一旁，坐在一顆樹旁。
“難道你不想和朋友們一起騎車嗎？”我問。
“想?！彼姓J。
“而且我還以為你希望明年踩著車回去上學(xué)呢?！蔽已a充道。
“我是希望。”她說，聲音有點顫。
“知道嗎，寶貝?！蔽艺f，“很多要做的事情都是帶有風險的。汽車失事也會折斷胳膊，那么你就算再坐在車上也會害怕。跳繩也有可能折斷胳膊。做體操也有可能折斷胳膊。你連體操也想不練了嗎？”
上初中時，英文老師雷諾茲先生給每位同學(xué)發(fā)了一張紙條。紙條上列出其他同學(xué)寫的各種想法和陳述。然后，他要我們據(jù)此寫一篇創(chuàng)造性的作文。
At 17， I was beginning to wonder about many things， so I chose the statement， "I wonder why things are the way they are？" That night， I wrote down in the form of a story all the questions that puzzled me about life. I realized that many of them were hard to answer， and perhaps others could not be answered at all.
17歲的我對很多事情都非常疑惑不解。所以我選擇了"我不明白為什么事物都是現(xiàn)在這個樣子？" 作為題目。那天晚上，我以故事的形式寫下了我對生活的所有困惑。我知道很多問題很難回答，或許有些問題根本找不到答案。
When I turned in my paper， I was afraid that I might fail the assignment because I had not answered the question， "I wonder why things are the way they are？" I had no answers. I had only written questions.
交上作文后，我非常擔心作業(yè)過不了關(guān)。因為我根本沒有回答 "我不明白為什么事物都是現(xiàn)在這個樣子"這個問題，我找不著答案，只寫下了問題。
The next day Mr. Reynolds called me to the front of the class and asked me to read my story for the other students. He handed me my paper and sat down in the back of the room. The class became quiet as I began to read my story：
第二天，雷諾茲先生讓我到講臺上把我的作文念給全班同學(xué)聽。他把我的文章遞給我，坐到了教室的后面。教室非常安靜。我開始朗讀自己編寫的故事。
Mommie， Daddy……Why？
《媽媽，爸爸……為什么？》
Mommie， why are the roses red？
媽媽，為什么玫瑰是紅的？
Mommie， why is the grass green and the sky blue？
媽媽，為什么草是青的，天是藍的？
Why does a spider have a web and not a house？
為什么蜘蛛織網(wǎng)不造房？
Daddy， why can't I play in your toolbox？
爸爸，為什么我不能在你的工具箱里玩耍？
Teacher， why do I have to read？
老師，為什么我一定要讀書？
Mother， why can't I wear lipstick to the dance？
媽媽，為什么我不能抹上口紅參加舞會？
“What grandma wants is for some guy to break my heart again，” I snapped， angry that my mother had said anything about this to my daughter.
“But Mom.”
“You‘re too young to understand，” I told her.
She was quiet for the next few minutes. Then she looked up and in a small voice gave me something to think about.
“So I guess love isn‘t like a broken arm.”
Unable to answer， we walked the rest of the way in silence. When I got home， I called my mother and scolded her for talking about this to my daughter. Then I did what I‘d seen my brave little girl do that very afternoon. I let go and agreed to meet Steve.
Steve was the man for me. We married less than a year later. It turned out mother and my daughter were right.
“可我要再把胳膊給摔斷了怎么辦？”我五歲的女兒問道，她的下唇顫抖著。我跪著抓穩(wěn)了她的自行車，直視著她的眼睛。我很明白她非常想學(xué)會騎車。多少次了，她的朋友們踩車經(jīng)過我們家時，她感到給拋下?？勺詮纳洗嗡龔淖孕熊嚿纤は聛恚迅觳步o摔斷之后，她對車便敬而遠之。
“噢，親愛的。”我說，“我不認為你會把另一只胳膊給摔斷的?！?BR> “但有可能，不是嗎？”
“是的，”我承認道，使勁想找出些道理來說。每逢此時，我便希望自己有人可依靠。一個可以說出正確道理、幫我的小女兒解決難題的人。可經(jīng)過一場可悲的婚姻和痛苦的離婚后，我傾向于當個單身母親，并且我還態(tài)度堅決地告訴每個要給我介紹對象的人說我要抱定終身不嫁。
“我不想學(xué)了?！彼f著，下了自行車。
我們走到一旁，坐在一顆樹旁。
“難道你不想和朋友們一起騎車嗎？”我問。
“想?！彼姓J。
“而且我還以為你希望明年踩著車回去上學(xué)呢?！蔽已a充道。
“我是希望。”她說，聲音有點顫。
“知道嗎，寶貝?！蔽艺f，“很多要做的事情都是帶有風險的。汽車失事也會折斷胳膊，那么你就算再坐在車上也會害怕。跳繩也有可能折斷胳膊。做體操也有可能折斷胳膊。你連體操也想不練了嗎？”