摘要
八岁时,“我”第一次写诗。当“我”看到新的生命从冬天的寒冷中苏醒过来时,那些简单的押韵都是“我”的微笑和笑声。
I was eight years old when I tried to write a poem for the very first time.We were just learning how to read and write in school,and my teacher asked us to write a short poem.I remember how I unwillingly put pen to paper and wrote some lines that looked more like doodles(乱写乱画)than text.The topic was about spring,and I wrote about the little things that help me realize that the warmer season has arrived:the singing of the birds early in the morning and the first bloom of the spring flowers.
