練筆：Where I’m From

問她學(xué)校搞的writing workshop是干嘛的。她說自愿寫作。問她愿意寫嗎。她說挺愿意的。我說“這辦法好，回頭我跟你爸也攢個中文筆會，選你參加”。她恨不得隔著屏幕捶我。

她發(fā)來一篇練筆，題目是Where I‘m from。是她對利馬生活的閃念描述。她很滿意，自認(rèn)為用詞不很華麗，但表達(dá)了她想表達(dá)的。

利馬在我腦中的閃念就是窗外不時路過的大尾巴松鼠、咕咕鳥的叫聲、冰激凌車的喇叭聲、海邊夕陽中騎行...愿重逢不再遙遠(yuǎn)。

Where I’m From by Miah H (inspired by Where I’m From by George Ella Lyon)

I am from books,  
 

From tales and pages and words.

I am from the cluck of a pigeon on a nearby tree,

And the ice-cream seller’s horn.

I am from the tiptoes of a squirrel on the electric wire,

Whose large, furry tail I had once watched with such interest.

I am from dumplings and noodles,

From rice and spring rolls and chaufa.

I am from motherly glances and fatherly hugs,

From the ka-chunk of two bicycles on a seaside road,

And the sizzle of a cake in an oven.

I’m from my mother sarcastically saying “it’s for your own good”,

From cups of coffee I made for my dad whenever he was frustrated,

From sneaking onto my parents’ bed whenever they weren’t looking,

And giggling, being carried off like a kitten again.