记得这首诗写于1988年冬天。在那个冬天,我教书的那个学校里所有的男生都玩起陀螺来,一到课间,校园的走道、操场上就一片叭叭的鞭声,满地旋转的陀螺和满天飞扬的灰尘。校长下了一道禁令:不许玩陀螺。 班上的男孩们垂头丧气,十分失望。我作为教师,当然要支持校长,但作为儿童诗人,我仿佛应当和那些 I remember this poem was written in the winter of 1988. In the winter, all the boys in the school I taught were playing gyros, and when they arrived, there was a whip on the campus walkways, playgrounds, spinning tops and dust. The headmaster made a ban: Do not play gyro. The boys in the class were disappointed and disappointed. As a teacher, of course, I have to support the principal, but as a child poet, I seem to