- 主题发起人 fjptyhy
- 发布时间 2020-07-16
木南家俩女儿都好棒呀，赞?身在大温，不知为什么我们家居然没蚊子，哪怕后院那么多花花草草，却一只蚊子都没有，难道是因为我种了大片的薄荷？我可是最招蚊子的人啊。在国内，我家靠山边，外面有很多蚊子，每年暑假回去，我都是冲出家门，跑到大街上才停下来。就这样身上还有蚊子咬的一个个包，简直是惨不忍睹。但是在大温过的几个暑假就从来被没被咬过。而且我去班芙和卡尔加里两次都是在七八月份，从没给蚊子咬过，所以我都不相信会有蚊子，就像我之前不相信会有蛇一样。
我能理解你说的，我其实也好多年都忽略蚊子了。我日常生活工作的地方基本看不到半只蚊子，但今年卡城雨水多，动不动一场雷雨，我家还好，前后院草地到目前也没见到蚊子，但如果去山野，公园草地，蚊子就不少了，而且就算我们一时眼睛没见着，等二姑娘被咬了，就知道有蚊子出没。木南家俩女儿都好棒呀，赞?身在大温，不知为什么我们家居然没蚊子，哪怕后院那么多花花草草，却一只蚊子都没有，难道是因为我种了大片的薄荷？我可是最招蚊子的人啊。在国内，我家靠山边，外面有很多蚊子，每年暑假回去，我都是冲出家门，跑到大街上才停下来。就这样身上还有蚊子咬的一个个包，简直是惨不忍睹。但是在大温过的几个暑假就从来被没被咬过。而且我去班芙和卡尔加里两次都是在七八月份，从没给蚊子咬过，所以我都不相信会有蚊子，就像我之前不相信会有蛇一样。
你能喜欢，我也很开心。
我想看看女儿的作品，贴段最新的就可以。
别提了 ? 今天刚上完美术课，因课前我着急给她收拾课桌就没问她，直接把桌上的lego玩具拆了收了，结果女儿大哭不止，怎么劝也不听，即使用糖果哄也无效了，我说sorry她也不理睬继续大哭，不禁感叹：这么点小孩脾气怎么这么大呀？娃爸在旁边一语道破：不是因为这一次，是积怨，你经常不问就收，拿她当空气，所以她意见大。哎，好吧☹ 因为老师已经开始上课了，女儿还在哭着拼lego，无奈之下我只好替她画了草图及勾线。女儿看我画完突然情绪转好，终于开心涂起颜色来。你家俩女儿小时候可没有这么任性吧？
姑娘赶时间，最近的段落对话多。我往中间抽一段。
The breeze did nothing to smother out the heat. Nisha leaned against a dusty brick wall, sheltered by the shadow of the rust-coloured building. She hadn't anticipated the temperatures of Alberta, much more varied than her mild Vancouver. It was late, yet still, the weather boiled. Not a single cloud passed overhead, leaving the few twindly trees to do the job of casting shade. None of the buildings were tall enough to cover any real ground and the roads, so wide for such an empty place, sizzled like a grill.
She dropped her gaze down to the photographs in her hands and the notes that accompanied them. The house drew the most attention with its bright blue door and its intricate golden details around its rims, but so did the family. They looked pretty well-off, but the teenage daughter… She felt a little different. Though her parents radiated a subtle warmth, she had none of it. Her eyes drooped and though she smiled, she showed no teeth. Her pallor only made her more ghostly. Her bony frame didn't help. Nisha frowned. The girl in the picture reminded her of her older sister, Sakshi. They would've been the same age too.
If the two had been friends, well, that would've been unfair. Sakshi had gone to school in Victoria to study medicine. No one knows where she was now, or what she was doing. To the Crowleys, it felt like abandonment. She was older than Nisha by around ten years, so neither had felt close to one another. Regardless, it was bitter, thinking about what could've been.
It was harder being an only child when you weren't one.
A small rush of wind flew by her hair, ruffling it further. With a sigh, she started walking again as she tied her hair back up in a loose ponytail. The sky above began to turn into a startling orange. Shadows soon crawled further beyond their shape. Her footsteps echoed in the quiet evening. The roads were long. The town was small. The house had to be close.
She shook her water bottle lightly. Empty.
Great, now she had to look for something to drink. The Tim Hortons came first, and it was infuriatingly easy to find, unlike the house she'd been looking for all this time. Unfortunately, it was closed. She peered inside the windows. Something stared back at her. A raccoon. She turned down another street.
Unbeknownst to her, Nisha had just found the tourist strip. There didn't seem to be a grocery store, but there was a gloomy arcade and a library. And a souvenir shop. She listened. The arcade didn't make a single sound. It looked old and grimy, much like the rest of the town, but as a retro arcade, it felt even worse.
Her gaze fell on the carpeted blue floor behind the glass. Reddish stains covered the entrance. Nisha didn't stay.
The library looked, thankfully, rather decent and normal. Then again, libraries were generally timeless. But Nisha was not going to find a drink there. And she wasn't much of a reader anyway; more into movies. Her English Literature grades showcased it nicely.
So she stopped in front of the souvenir shop.
The chimes jingled softly as she pushed open the door. A shuddering fan welcomed her inside, its crooked blades chopping at the dry, sweltering heat. The shop was buzzing, but not with energy. Instead, the few glowing signs took the liberty to blink, casting multi-coloured light on the wings of a mass of dead flies. Dust covered the streets of Magpin, it only made sense for it to be the same inside. She coughed and avoided the shelves. Curiosity overtook her though, so she moved closer, examining them.
The souvenir shop seemed to only sell magpies.
Dozens of magpie toys lined the walls, beady little black eyes boring down on her. Some were huge stuffies, larger than grown men, while others were tiny figurines, standing in oddly military-like formations. All were covered in a thick layer of dust.
因为她是学法语长大的，中学才转英语学校，我不太确定她的英文表达方式是否非常标准，姑娘告诉我，她写文有些词还是她自创的。小孩家家，需要良师指点。所以莫非如果有什么看法，尽管提出来。我这妈妈英文当年就只是国内大学过4级的水平，这么多年又不求上进，可看不出毛病。
谢谢木南，原来她的第一外语是法语啊，一点看不出来，学了几年英语就写的这么好，非常细腻的文字，一看就是出自女作家之手，平时一定是个爱观察爱思考的孩子。
我有个朋友的孩子也在这里写作，很入迷，我常和他交流，所以想看看你家的。
我没啥新鲜的建议，就是多读书，读完一本让她讲，什么都行，人物情节续写，看她喜欢啥。
莫非是真正的才女，我能不能想象你“天庭饱满，地额方圆”啊，不仅学识丰富，各方面的见识也不凡。我特别喜欢你的点评，和对很多事物的看法谢谢木南，原来她的第一外语是法语啊，一点看不出来，学了几年英语就写的这么好，非常细腻的文字，一看就是出自女作家之手，平时一定是个爱观察爱思考的孩子。
我有个朋友的孩子也在这里写作，很入迷，我常和他交流，所以想看看你家的。
我没啥新鲜的建议，就是多读书，读完一本让她讲，什么都行，人物情节续写，看她喜欢啥。
她的英文确实是看书来的哈。所以读书对她容易。我随便她写什么，是因为到底阅历有限，不能现在指望出好作品，反正我就认为，一本书写个三，五十年也没什么关系，重要的是兴趣。其实她刚刚还说，越看自己的文字越不敢看了。
莫非是真正的才女，我能不能想象你“天庭饱满，地额方圆”啊，不仅学识丰富，各方面的见识也不凡。我特别喜欢你的点评，和对很多事物的看法
她的英文确实是看书来的哈。所以读书对她容易。我随便她写什么，是因为到底阅历有限，不能现在指望出好作品，反正我就认为，一本书写个三，五十年也没什么关系，重要的是兴趣。其实她刚刚还说，越看自己的文字越不敢看了。
木南的点评最认真最好看，
你的理念我不能同意更多，快乐写作是享受，是积攒内涵修养，看你的文笔就知道她一定青出于蓝胜于蓝。
