波普自称是个木匠,可他的建造物只有自家后院芒果树下的那个马口铁小工棚。就是这么个小工棚他也没有盖完。不过波普可从不闲着。他总是在锤呀、锯呀、刨呀,忙得不亦乐乎。我喜欢看他工作。我喜欢那些木头——乔木、香树和蟾蜍树的香味,我喜欢那些木屑的颜色,也喜欢那些锯末像粉一样撒在波普卷曲的头发上。“你在做什么呀,波普先生?”我问。 Pope claimed to be a carpenter, but his construction is only the backyard mango tree that little tin shed. It is such a small studio he did not over cover. However, Pope never idle. He is always hammering, sawing, planing, enjoying himself. I like to see him work. I like the smell of wood - trees, incense trees and toad trees. I like the color of sawdust. I also like the sawdust which is like powder sprinkled on Poppy ’s curly hair. “What are you doing, Mr. Popper?” I asked.