美文欣赏 My First Poem

　　But it wasn't until years later that the true meaning of that painful "first poem" experience dawned on me. As I became a professional writer, it became clearer and clearer to me how fortunate I’ve been. I had a mother who said, "Buddy, did you really write this? I think it's wonderful!" and a father who shook his head no and drove me to tears with "I think it's lousy." A writer--in fact every one of us in life--needs that loving force from which all creation flows. Yet along that force is incomplete, even misleading; balance of the force cautions, "Watch. Listen. Review. Improve."

　　Sometimes you find these opposing forces in associate friends, loved ones. But finally you must balance these opposites within yourself.

　　Those conflicting but complementary voice of my childhood echo down through the years--wonderful...lousy...wonderful...lousy--like two opposing winds battering me. I try to navigate my craft so as not capsize before either.

　　我写的第一首诗

　　当我八岁的时候，写了生平第一首诗。

　　母亲读完这首小诗后大大地表扬了我一番。天啊，这首诗整个是一个天才的杰作。

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