一十四岁那年冬末,我遇见了第二个伍特。妈妈把他领回家时,我难得地璀璨一笑,拉过伍特来亲他额头上稀疏的卷发。我喃喃自语:“他多大?”妈妈担忧地看着我,然后犹豫地拿过一张纸写道:七岁左右。我很开心地牵起伍特飞奔进自己的卧室。是的,我决定把伍特这个毫无新意但是对我来说意义重大的名字,送给面前七岁的小男生。伍特,是我喜欢的第一个男孩的名字啊。关上卧室的门,我欢喜地说:“伍特,我叫阿沁,这是我的卧室喔!你喜不喜欢?” At the end of winter, I met a second Wood. When my mom brought him home, I had a rare smile and pulled Wood to kiss his sparse curls on his forehead. I muttered to myself: “How old is he?” Mom looked at me worriedly and then hesitated to take a piece of paper and write: about seven years old. I am very happy to take Wood flew into his bedroom. Yes, I decided to give Wood a nameless but meaningful name for me to give to the seven-year-old little boy. Wood, is the name of the first boy I like. Close the bedroom door, I said happily: “Wood, my name is Ah Qin, this is my bedroom Oh! Do you like it? ”