12岁时的那只小鸟
编者按: 当我从床上滑下的时候,我并没有领悟到父亲的话该是多么地正确。是的,这一生,我会像记住许多其他事情一样,永远牢记我曾射杀了那只小鸟。 The day my father gave me a BB gun was my twelfth birthday,and I almost couldn’t help jumping up and down when I saw what it was. With a smile,he led me outside and showed me how to shoot――first loading the gun,pumping it a few times...