我是个中国女孩子,可我总记住一个外国女孩。天空瓦蓝瓦蓝,在一座静谧的村庄里,一位少女正与母亲站在一棵樱桃树下。树上,几只乌鸦正津津有味地啄食着小樱桃。“它多俊俏啊!”母亲赞叹道。少女眨巴着眼,有些担心地说:“可是,妈妈,稻草人……”“嘘,稻草人才不会碍它的事呢……”妈妈说。这位少女名叫茜多妮·柯莱特,多年以后,当她将这一幕写进一篇散文时,她大概不会想到,她和母亲的这段对话,就像是一幅精妙的速写,恰好勾勒出 I am a Chinese girl, but I always remember a foreign girl. Sky tile blue tile blue, in a quiet village, a girl is standing with her mother under a cherry tree. On the tree, a few crows are pecking graciously cherries. “It is more handsome!” Mother exclaimed. Girl blinked, some worried to say: “But, mom, scarecrow ... ” “Shh, straw people will not hinder it ...” the mother said. The girl named Seddon Kelaite, many years later, when she wrote this essay into an essay, she probably would not think of this dialogue between her and her mother, is like a subtle sketch, Just outlines