我八、九岁时写了生平第一首诗。母亲读了这首小诗,惊喜地说:“巴德儿,这么美的诗真是你写的吗?”无比的自豪却又有些羞答答的,我结结巴巴地说真是我写的。于是母亲对我赞不绝口。瞧,这首诗称得上是天才之作。我喜不自禁。“父亲什么时候回来?”我问。我急不可耐地要向父亲显示我的成就。 I wrote the first poem of my life when I was eight or nine. The mother read the poem, pleasantly surprised to say: “Bud children, so beautiful poem you wrote it?” Very proud but shy, I stammered really wrote. So my mother praised me. Look, this poem is a genius. I can not help it. “When does my father come back?” I asked. I am impatient to show my achievements to my father.