最近和二宝的老师开家长会，她特别提起二宝的写作，觉得他文笔很成熟，学新的东西很快。我说我们在写作上根本帮不了他，他主要是个书虫，看了不少杂七杂八的书。事实也是如此，二宝最高兴的就是呆在图书馆或是书店，能自得其乐地坐在那看半天的书。下面是他最近在课堂上写的一篇文章。
All of a sudden, I spotted an orange spot moving toward a tree. I walked towards it quickly. Could it be a small centipede or is it an illusion? I walked close towards the orange spot and I could see that it was an insect that was crying. I bend closer to inspect. I was incredibly surprised to see myself face to face with a crying caterpillar.
I knelt down and asked what the problem was. He was crying a little bit so I could hardly hear him clearly. He told me his bad luck. He told me about while he was trying to climb the top of a tree, he kept on failing. I suddenly knew that it was now, or ever, I had to help this poor caterpillar.
Suddenly, an idea struck into my brain, I spoke it to the caterpillar and he said that it was a very brilliant idea. I held out my hand and the caterpillar slowly walked on my hand. Slowly, I climbed up the tree.
Thirty minutes later, we were only half-way, I was anxious to get to the top of the tree. The reason we were moving slowly because I was being very careful not to drop the caterpillar otherwise we would have to start over again. Five minutes later, we finally got to the top of the tree. As soon as we got there, the caterpillar said thanks you so much at the top of his lungs and disappeared like he turned invisible. As I was climbing down the tree slowly, I wondered if I would ever see him again.
