吃晚餐,庆祝生日。儿子今天生日。晚上带他去中国城
从学校忙完乐队,和同学彩排完后直接去接他的。见面时可能是因为我忙一天比较累的缘故,没有很愉悦的神态,儿子凑过来问:有不开心的事吗?我说没有,他把我嘴轻轻往上一挑,变成一个微笑的形状,看我乐后一个大拥抱和KISS.
在等菜上桌时,儿子先说:“爸爸,妈妈,先感谢你为我生日所做的一切,我是个[
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几年前,在子女坛见过一个网友介绍他儿子高中4年参加DEBATE,收获巨大的贴,对此印象很深刻。那时候我儿子才刚刚进中学,加入BAND,学校还没有开设这么课。
孩子第一次接触debate,是8年纪夏天参加DUKE举办的夏令营,其中很多孩子在学校早已是经过训练了的,但孩子的兴奋之情溢于言表。
10年纪开设了DEBATE课,儿子不愿意放弃这么多年的BAND,时间上冲突,无法选课,[
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儿子今年有一门课,“人类地理学”(HumanGeography),其中一个作业,可选任何一个国家随便一个选题,儿子的队选择中国的独生子女政策。
用录像的形式采访我,问答用中文,方便我说,然后他自己翻译成英文字幕,时间15分钟,问我是否可以,我也很愉快接受他的邀请。
儿:“HI,妈妈,谢谢你接受我的采访。作为一个在中国出生成长的人,可不可以从你亲[
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![](http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs139.snc1/5931_1087791204493_1517826955_30227132_3014612_n.jpg><br>海滨的船一艏接一首地开象深海钓鱼,我们只有羡慕的份:)<br><br><br><img src=http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs159.snc1/5931_1087790844484_1517826955_30227129_3902178_n.jpg><br>就我们以前的经验,月圆附近的日子是钓鱼的好时节.<br><br><br><img src=http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs139.snc1/5931_1087791244494_1517826955_30227133_6906387_n.jpg><br>刚钓上的带鱼让人有惊艳之感.银光闪闪,鱼鳍摇曳,很是玄目.但它的牙齿也极其锋利,去钩需很小心.钓带鱼很有意思,它不象鳟鱼,红鱼或龙利,用力一口很咬饵,而是喜欢先含在口中慢慢玩,然后才猛然下拽,这时你抖竿才能挂住.有时候带鱼还会英雄救美,飞出水面,咬断你的线,把心爱的鱼救走.我曾经几次这样被咬断线.<br><br><br><br><img src=http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs159.snc1/5931_1087791284495_1517826955_30227134_138918_n.jpg><br>周六的成绩不错,钓了59条.<br><br><br><img src=http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs159.snc1/5931_1087791324496_1517826955_30227135_4850775_n.jpg><br>三年前居住在这APT时种的小枇琶树,当时只有一尺来高,如今已长成大树了.<br><br><br><img src=http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs159.snc1/5931_1087355953612_1517826955_30226400_7215576_n.jpg><br>猜猜看,这是盘什么菜:)<br><br><br>)
周末去海滨钓鱼是几个星期前就计划想去的,因为自己的身体不好,想要放弃,但到上周一,情况转好,心情也大好,决定按计划前往.通知那边的朋友,给HOUSTON的鱼友咨询鱼情,告知:他去才钓到两条.我想,这次完了,连他这老手都收获如此惨淡,我这一年多没摸竿的,估计没戏了.实在不行,就当会友了.我们还是去,结果有些出乎意料之外.
海滨的船一艏接一首地开象深海钓鱼,我们只有羡慕[
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![](http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs111.snc1/5112_1064810229983_1517826955_30166317_445983_n.jpg><br>洋秋葵花,只能开几个小时.<br><br><img src=http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs111.snc1/5112_1064810309985_1517826955_30166319_3540371_n.jpg><br>洋秋葵(OKRA)<br><br><img src=http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs091.snc1/5112_1064810269984_1517826955_30166318_336594_n.jpg><br>樱桃西红柿感觉比店里买的要大好多,我还是喜欢那种小小的.<br><br><img src=http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs111.snc1/5112_1064810349986_1517826955_30166320_4067539_n.jpg><br>泰国辣椒,很能结.<br><br><br><img src=http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs091.snc1/5112_1064810389987_1517826955_30166321_7268783_n.jpg><br>来张全镜的:)<br><br><img src=http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs091.snc1/5112_1064810429988_1517826955_30166322_6201884_n.jpg><br>黄桃,从3月坐果,到现在还没成熟.<br><br><img src=http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs111.snc1/5112_1064810589992_1517826955_30166326_2126843_n.jpg><br>这种玫瑰不怕德州火热的天.<br><br><img src=http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs111.snc1/5112_1064810549991_1517826955_30166325_1720991_n.jpg><br>变色玫瑰不变颜色了.<br><br><img src=http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs111.snc1/5112_1064810509990_1517826955_30166324_1684577_n.jpg><br>前年情人节的礼物.现在开得比较热闹.<br><br><img src=http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs091.snc1/5112_1064810469989_1517826955_30166323_8232124_n.jpg><br>羞达达的玫瑰,自己送给自己的香水玫瑰.<br><br><img src=http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs091.snc1/5112_1064810629993_1517826955_30166327_302134_n.jpg><br>现在正是她的季节.<br><br><img src=http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs111.snc1/5112_1064810789997_1517826955_30166331_6067111_n.jpg><br>感觉红得很正.<br><br><img src=http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs111.snc1/5112_1064810749996_1517826955_30166330_120074_n.jpg><br>新分几盆peace lily都活了.<br><br><img src=http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs091.snc1/5112_1064810829998_1517826955_30166332_3362165_n.jpg><br>今晚的晚餐.<br><br><img src=http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs091.snc1/5112_1064811470014_1517826955_30166333_8105707_n.jpg><br>我最爱的水果.:)<br><br><img src=http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs091.snc1/5112_1064811510015_1517826955_30166334_5591165_n.jpg><br>再来一个,是在国内去果园采摘的.<br><br>谢谢大家观看,周末愉快!<br>)
今年开春自己开了一个迷你小菜园(LD不帮忙,后院又是斜坡,小女子力量不够,求人不如求己.将就着.)种了点葱(已从小葱变成山东大葱般壮实.),泰国辣椒,甜椒,西红柿,洋秋葵,宽豆.两个月下来,看见果实,真有无限农民的喜悦,呵呵呵....
洋秋葵花,只能开几个小时.
洋秋葵(OKRA)
樱桃西红柿感觉比店里买的要大好多,我还是喜欢那种小小的.
泰国辣椒,很能结.
来张全镜的:)
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正感叹孩子大了,不象小时候那么粘乎,SWEET.早上起来想着给家人做饭收拾,儿子没动静,今年老妈礼物是别想了.
去我们学中文的小组,其他妈妈们告知孩子送的礼物,非常可爱,我感叹,说连根草都没得到.
没想到的是儿子晚上给我一个很特别的礼物:给我做了个网站.
居然平时眼中狗尾草的妈妈,在网站中硬是被捧成鸡冠花.不容易,得得瑟一回.:))))
http://www.lilyzou.webs.com/[
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![](http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs022.snc1/2646_1016042692563_1569960257_30053203_4124419_n.jpg><br><br>我的单瓣茶花,淡淡的香味.<br>/2646_1016044492608_1569960257_30053207_3484060_n.jpg><br><br>已养顺手了的文竹,到如今,种子种,分株,压条都成活.<br><img src=http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs022.snc1/2646_1016044572610_1569960257_30053208_3166374_n.jpg><br><br>养了3年的easter lily,很喜欢它的香味<br><img src=http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs022.snc1/2646_1016045132624_1569960257_30053212_2985585_n.jpg><br><br>复瓣茶花<br><img src=http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs022.snc1/2646_1016028172200_1569960257_30053153_2470248_n.jpg><br><br><img src=http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs022.snc1/2646_1016028212201_1569960257_30053154_2863591_n.jpg><br><br>买回来快死了的杜鹃,一年的照顾后开出可怜的花<br><img src=http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs022.snc1/2646_1016028292203_1569960257_30053156_5228759_n.jpg><br><br>第二年的牡丹了,希望她今年能开花<br><img src=http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs022.snc1/2646_1016028372205_1569960257_30053158_6261121_n.jpg><br><br>后院的桃花正红<br><img src=http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs022.snc1/2646_1016028332204_1569960257_30053157_2547919_n.jpg><br><br><img src=http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs022.snc1/2646_1016028412206_1569960257_30053159_1549330_n.jpg><br><br>白菜价格POLO的被罩,建议价格$470,我$22拿下的.<br><img src=http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs022.snc1/2646_1016028452207_1569960257_30053160_851142_n.jpg><br><br>$9.99拿下的床单 <br><img src=http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs022.snc1/2646_1016028452207_1569960257_30053160_851142_n.jpg><br><br>同样的DD,在macys的价格要60多,依旧是9.99拿下.<br><img src=http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs022.snc1/2646_1016039732489_1569960257_30053191_1799049_n.jpg><br><br>很喜欢的doulton的杯子<br><img src=http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs022.snc1/2646_1016028732214_1569960257_30053167_4635215_n.jpg><br><br>LD喜欢的杯子,也是白菜价格,MACYS看到是50多,$9.99<br><img src=http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs022.snc1/2646_1016028572210_1569960257_30053163_190529_n.jpg><br><br>我喜欢的浴室用具<br><img src=http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs022.snc1/2646_1016028612211_1569960257_30053164_794108_n.jpg><br><br>我们家小伙子在农场<br><img src=http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs022.snc1/2646_1016043052572_1569960257_30053204_2659854_n.jpg><br><br><img src=http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs022.snc1/2646_1016043132574_1569960257_30053205_6346500_n.jpg><br><br>看饿了,来一个简易版的煎饼吧.<br><img src=http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs022.snc1/2646_1016028252202_1569960257_30053155_1788086_n.jpg><br><br>谢谢观看!)
朋友常问我,你在家忙什么呢?说实在的,仔细想想,还真没见到自己忙出什么成就.在接送孩子,参加活动,上课会友,购物,打扫房间,收拾院子,洗衣做饭中,日子如光阴般飞快流失.
我喜欢种花,虽然种不好;喜欢和朋友聚会,家里经常有人来聚;喜欢做菜,随兴而为,高兴的时候会为3口之家做出10来道菜的日子也有,LD很多时候批评我没有计划;喜欢购物,尤其是瓷器和床单等等,看到好的DEAL经[
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SNOW:
你知道,想培养一点我家LD的浪漫多么不容易,是一条太艰辛的路了.
其实,LD也是喜欢浪漫的,但他喜欢别人对他浪漫,而不是他对别人.想当年我要想听他一句:我爱你!威逼利诱,严刑拷打,美人计都用上了,人家也只是啃吃啃吃半天吐出一句:你知道,就是哪个意思吗.可见这高级水泥的脑袋是如何难以改造.
和他一起,渡过了22个情人节,在我循循善诱,坚持不懈的改造下,他终于[
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生孩子以后不到45天,突然胳膊关节疼,那种疼是让你坐卧不宁的,我非常清楚的记得,一个晚上我捧着自己的胳膊,在客厅中转了通宵.
稍微有些医学知识的人都知道,类风湿是不治之病,不要说治疗,连成因都没找到,我看的资料上说,考古中发现这是工业革命以后的病,但是否真是这样,我也不知道.同时,这病也被称为:活着的癌症.并不是他一定会让你死,而是其痛苦和癌症有的一拼.那个[
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![](http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1660/163/46/1569960257/n1569960257_30041660_992.jpg><br>儿子打到生平第一头鹿.<br><br><br><img src=http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1660/163/46/1569960257/n1569960257_30041659_608.jpg><br><br>The Hunt<br><br>An almost true account of my first deer hunt.<br><br> <br><br>Handing my bow to my father, I approached the truck. “Careful, those broadheads are pretty sharp,” I whispered. His only reply was a nod, slow and deliberate, for he was submerged in his own thoughts. The atmosphere was tense, almost choking, and the waves of anticipation and anxiety that were emitting from inside our minds were the most abrupt feelings we received.<br><br>The silence was the worst thing, present even though we were nowhere near our blind. No sound could be heard until you strained your ears to the limit, and even then, you could only detect the gusting wind and rustling grass.<br><br>I climbed in, the door opening smoothly on its oiled hinges. Our driver’s keys jingled, the minute sound shattering the silence, clear as a loudspeaker in a soundproofed room. Then, even more thunderously, the engine roared to life, louder than the cry of a jet taking off. Bracing myself for any further interruptions, I began to survey my surroundings.<br><br>The headlights were my main source of light, its brilliance splashing on the yellow prairie grass. Turning, I noticed several smudges of black on the horizon, which, after some study, turned out to be groves of trees. Behind them was the sky, highlighted against the engulfing darkness that it was steadily pushing back.<br><br>The truck stirred, grinding its tires into the earth and leaving a trail of flattened grass in its wake. Through the window, I watched the tall stalks that were standing until the last second and then shooting down like ducks at a carnival. The entire experience was like a cartoon animation.<br><br>The trees became more and more distinct, capturing all our attention until they were the only visible objects on a blurred background, shaper than the image on a new HDTV, yet giving off a soft, warm glow.<br><br>Cartoon turned to painting and painting to nightmare as one tree came closer and closer, rushing towards the truck in a head-on crash. Then, at the last second, the vehicle veered away, turning three hundred sixty degrees and coming to a dizzying halt.<br><br>The driver climbed out, immediately greeted by harsh criticism and angry arguments, but I remained inside, head still spinning from the scene. When I recovered from the experience, I climbed out and attempted to locate the blind.<br><br>After a few minutes, I stumbled upon one of its many legs. It was exceptionally well camouflaged, so well that you could not see it until you were at most ten feet away, unless you knew where it was beforehand and so would be able to pinpoint its exact location.<br><br>I looked around and saw my dad and Keith behind me, finally having settled the dispute. We entered the tent, scrambling through an unfastened zipper on the side. I sat on a water bucket near the very front, a good, reasonable, but uncomfortable perch. Both Keith and my dad then started to create apertures though a series of flaps, mesh, and Velcro. Then, they handed my bow back, and we all sat, waiting.<br><br>I again inspected my environment. Slightly to the right of our hideout were three trees, relieved of leaf and branch, barren to the core. Directly in front of that was a curious white object, which Keith told me to be the feeder. It was large, cylindrical, and supported on three sides by long, thin legs, tripod style. Behind them was a continuous line of trees, only about four hundred yards wide but probably over a mile long. There, I knew, hid the deer.<br><br>We sat, frequently peering through the openings in the blind in hope of catching sight of life, but repeatedly we were rejected, met by only the ever-present trees and grass.<br><br>The bow grew frigid in my hands, and my breath came out in smoky puffs. This regularly obscured my vision, but I dared not move to rub the fog off my glasses, for that would cause my jacket to howl in protest, and noise had to be prevented at all costs.<br><br>I could sense that the others were growing uneasy, too, but all that was put aside as Keith murmured, “There’s something out there…I can hear it…”<br><br>With that short comment, our senses were greatly heightened, and I found myself feverishly searching for any more detectable movement among the small patch of foliage.<br><br>I kept thinking that any moment, something, deer or not, would come bursting out of the cover. Every little puff of wind, every miniature shift of a branch, every diminutive rustle from the grass was exaggerated in my mind, making me imagine that I was only a tiny, insignificant figure in a world of giants.<br><br>Then, about an hour after the hunt began, Keith grew impatient and muttered, “Ok, there is either wrong with the feeder, or it’s going to go off way too late for us to hang around that long. I’m going to make a test run of the machine to try to attract the deer sooner.”<br><br>I nodded, silently, remorsely, and with that signal of approval, Keith dashed out of the tent and to the feeder. I had to marvel at the fact that he insisted so strongly that we remained silent when he alone was now creating a ruckus loud enough to stir a deaf person from a sound sleep.<br><br>He continued forward, stopping every once in a while to shake off any suspicion from the animals, then with one final step, he was at his destination. After fidgeting around with some levers, covers, and dials, he pulled a string, and a grrrrrrrrr sounded while Keith ran like there was a pack of wolves chasing him. Then, corn sprayed out in all directions for fifteen straight seconds, and the affair was over.<br><br>According to Keith, this was when the deer swarmed. I turned much more alert, and for the first time since we got here, I held my bow up at ready position.<br><br>Not two minutes later, there was an eruptive crunching sound towards the right of our blind, and our heads all snapped towards it in unison. Then, unbelievably, a doe appeared from the brush surrounding us, not five feet from our tent.<br><br>My mouth dropped, but there was no time to stand gaping. I drew back, my arms suffering under the task of trying to pull while both sitting and pointing down. Then, with one final protest from my back, I at last had it dragged to full length. I waited, quietly watching the deer while remorsely hoping that it wouldn’t notice us. My father reached to scratch his back, but stopped immediately after I shot him a beyond-murderous glance.<br><br>Now, the doe was broadside, noiselessly grazing, perfect for a shot. Holding my breath, I aimed for the vitals and fired.<br><br>The arrow was off with a zzzzip, but it missed, a whoosh resonating through the air. Startled, the deer darted away ten yards or so, but miraculously turned back towards the intoxicating food. However, it was now periodically turning its head toward us, so I when I loaded my second arrow, I moved excruciatingly slowly. Again, I drew, aimed, and fired, and again it missed and went high.<br><br>“Which dot are you using?” Keith asked.<br><br>“The green one.”<br><br>“Which is…?”<br><br>“The top.”<br><br>“Well, then, aim lower. You are about the most fortunate person on Earth right now – first your doe didn’t skirt, and now it doesn’t even move. Probably thought it was a large mosquito or something. Moreover, when it looked at you, it knew you were there, but it still didn’t run. Must be because it’s the beginning of the season and they aren’t so skittish yet. Oh, and by the way, if you miss this one, we’ll just have to wait and watch until the deer are gone, then retrieve the arrows. That could be another hour before another doe comes.”<br><br>My peers’ eyes boring into me, I lifted the bow, drew back and aimed for the stomach. Filled with deadly determination, I fingered the release. “One pull is all it takes,” I thought, “Just one stretch of a muscle, and it’s over.” Tensing, I pulled. Praying feverently, I watched the familiar scene unfold. The arrow plowed through the air, and for a split second, it was too high still, but the energy it initially had dropped, and with a solid thud, I knew I hit home.<br><br>The doe darted away from us, the arrow protruding from its side. A shout sprang to my throat, but I held it back at the last second, remembering Keith’s words: “When you hit a deer, one of two things will happen – either it’ll drop where you hit it, or it’ll run away. When the latter happens, you have to wait and stay silent for a while, because if the deer gets spooked, it’ll run for a mile or more even with an arrow sticking out from its lungs.”<br><br>Knowing that, I held my breath, even though I couldn’t acknowledge how long “a while” was. Keith eventually reported that he was going to retrieve my arrows and find the blood trail, telling us to wait.<br><br>We watched him rummage around in the brush, scouting the general area. After only half a minute, he had located the first projectile. He then altered his direction and rushed after the second, which took him somewhat longer.<br><br>He disappeared into the distance then, searching for the blood trail. My dad and I exchanged a silent high five then remained still. By now, we were used to the prolonged silence, and we talked only if necessary and in whispers.<br><br>Keith eventually came back with a negative report and invited us to come and try our luck.<br><br>The main “trail” was simple, a strait line cut clearly through the grass. Fifty yards more, though, and it became much more complicated. The trail split into multiple directions, and I took the bottom one. After that, it twisted, turned, and split to the point where I simply had no idea how to have even a fraction of hope. Finally, I just tagged behind Keith.<br><br>From there, the trail led us from prairie to tree cover, and with that came reduced light, which took its toll. We lost the trail momentarily and were prepared to give up, but I hit upon the first blood mark – an oak leaf with three bright drops on it. It was highlighted along with several others like it against the brown dirt and yellow-and-green foliage.<br><br>The path twisted and turned, and thrice we ran around in circles trying to find the right path. This took us over barbed wire, through the trees and back into the sun, to a clearing.<br><br>After another hour or so of constant arguing, running, and sweating, Keith said, “What’s over there?” pointing to his left. “Over there” was the doe, lying in a bedding position in a clearing, its side smothered with blood and foaming. I halted and took some pictures, and then we all helped in dragging the deer away to the valley from which we were first hunting.<br><br>Keith phoned the guide, and minutes later, he came, rocking in his white, dirt-spattered pickup, headlights flashing, wheels grinding, gears groaning. The three men then heaved the doe into the pickup, and I again climbed in.<br><br>As we drove off, I contemplated on the recent occurrences: the frigid cold, the troubling feeder, and most of all the death of a living creature. I had never liked to see suffering, and this kind of shock was relatively new to me, even though I fished rather frequently and saw the deaths of many fish. Somehow, I thought that the life of a deer was worth more than one of a carp or bass. Even so, I was still revolted when I see my father cut a peggy into pieces while it was still live, and watch it flop on the deck with half its body cut off.<br><br>We drove on, the truck rumbling though dirt paths, highways, and wilderness alike, and my mind drifted, and eventually, almost reluctantly, it moved on, and I put my sorrow behind me as we drove north to the future.<br><br><br>)
儿子打到生平第一头鹿.
TheHunt
Analmosttrueaccountofmyfirstdeerhunt.
Handingmybowtomyfather,Iapproachedthetruck.“Careful,thosebroadheadsareprettysharp,”Iwhispered.Hisonlyreplywasanod,slowanddeliberate,forhewassubmergedinhisownthoughts.Theatmospherewastense,almostchoking,andthewavesofanticipationandanxietythatwereemittingfrominsideourmindswerethemostabruptfeelingswereceived.
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