有这样一个故事,说的是一个黑人小男孩在父亲的葡萄酒厂看守橡木桶。每天早上,他用抹布将一只又一只桶擦拭干净,然后一排排整齐地摆放好。然而令他生气的是:风常常在一夜之间,就把他排列得整整齐齐的木桶吹得东倒西歪。男孩就在一只只木桶上用蜡笔给风写信说:“请不要吹翻我的木桶。”父亲见了,微笑着问孩子:“风能读懂你的请求吗?不如给它们加些水吧!”男孩照着父亲说的,挑来了一桶一桶的清水 There is a story about a black boy guarding oak barrels at his father’s winery. Every morning, he wipes one bucket after another with a rag, and then neatly arranged in rows. What annoyed him, however, was that the wind was blowing overnight, often with a neatly arranged barrel. The boy wrote a letter in crayons to a barrel: “Do not blow my bucket.” “My father met and smiled and asked my child:” Can the wind read your request? Give them some water! "The boy picked up a bucket of water as the father said