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“我们沿着小径走向水井小屋,覆盖着它的忍冬的香气特别使人陶醉。有人在汲水,老师把我的手放在龙喉底下,凉快的清泉冲刷着我的手掌。老师又在我另一只手掌拼着‘水的字母,最初很慢,但越来越快。我静静站着,全神贯注她手指的活动。突然我感到一种朦胧的醒觉,就像隐约记起忘怀了的事儿,像一种重新涌现的思潮的兴奋;语言的奥秘蓦地向我展示。我竟懂得W-A-T-E-R原来就是那在我掌中流过的奇妙的凉飕飕的东西。那充满着生命的字唤醒了我的灵魂,给它光明和欢乐,从困闭中把它释放出来。”
“We walked along the path to the well hut, the aroma of honeysuckle covered with it was particularly intoxicant. Someone was pumping water, and the teacher put my hand under the throat and the cool spring washed my palm. My other hand spelling ’water letter, initially slow, but getting faster and faster.I stood still, focused on the activities of her finger suddenly I felt a kind of dim wake up, like vaguely remember to forget Things like the thrill of a re-emerging trend of thought; the mystery of language shows me the truth, and I know that WATER was the wonderful cool thing that flows in my palm, awakening the word full of life My soul, giving it light and joy, free it from sleepiness. ”