如果你非常想要某种东西,你就会有办法。9岁那年,妈妈因患白血病去了天堂,我随着爸爸从纽约搬到了西部的波特兰。新家的房子外面有一个小菜园,爸爸常带着我在菜园里活动,我很快就喜欢上了那种叫做沃拉蜜露瓜的植物。它们那又小又细的卷蕊伸出去,缠绕在架子上时的样子就像许多小手指用力抓紧架子一样。它们似乎很无助,我会坐在地上,靠向它们,感觉到它们需要我。爸爸会坐在他的菜园 If you really want something, you have a way. When I was 9 years old, my mother went to heaven with leukemia. As my father moved from New York to Portland in the west. Outside the new home there is a small garden, where my father often takes me to the garden and I soon love the plant called Vola honey. Their small, thin buds stretched out, wrapped around the shelf as if many little fingers clutched the shelf. They seemed helpless, I would sit on the floor, leaning against them, feeling they needed me. Daddy will sit in his vegetable garden