今天早晨跟六岁的儿子讲汶川地震,告诉他伤亡人数,房屋倒塌数字,并让他读了一则相关新闻。儿子告诉我他知道地震是怎样的。I knew it from Earthquake in the Early Morning (Magic Tree House系列) 我很奇怪,你真的懂吗?儿子点点头:“妈妈,书里还有一首诗歌,我找给你。”几秒钟后,诗歌摆在我眼前
THERE IS NO WATER
AND STILL LESS SOAP.
WE HAVE NO CITY,
BUT LOTS OF HOPE.
儿子,谢谢你!这是一首好诗。