那是在达拉斯的童年时代,父亲在一家工厂工作。在我童年的印象中,爸爸的工厂是个很神秘的地方,大人们在里面刨造出很多奇异的东西。所以,我总是要求爸爸带我去看看。终于在我七八岁的时候,记得那是一个夏日,妈妈一早急急忙忙把我带到了工厂,爸爸正在门口等着。正好赶在最后一声汽笛之前,爸爸领着我走进了车间。 That was in my childhood in Dallas, my father working in a factory. In my childhood impression, my father’s factory is a very mysterious place, adults who planed to create a lot of exotic things. So, I always ask my father to take me to see. Finally, when I was seven or eight years old, I remember it was a summer day. My mother hurried me to the factory in a hurry and my father was waiting at the door. Just before the last whistle, my father led me into the workshop.