夏季,当女儿们在屋子里吵闹太久,或者是开始在墙上乱写乱画时,或是在刚吸完尘的地板上撒下一些面包屑时,我就让她们去外面玩,这是我从小积累下的经验。每当这时,母亲的声音就在我脑海里回响,我仿佛看见一位英雄的母亲,站在大敞四开的厨房门口,戴着向下滴水的橡胶手套,指着院子对我们大声说话。 In the summertime, when the daughters are in the house for a long time, or when I start to doodle on the wall, or when I’ve just dropped some breadcrumbs on the dusty floor, I let them go out to play. It is my experience since childhood. Every now and then, my mother’s voice reverberated in my head, and I seemed to see a hero’s mother, standing in the open kitchen door, wearing a rubber glove dripping down, pointing to the yard and talking to us aloud .