我站在那里,听着爸爸严厉的话语。他叫我们在四面是围墙的内院集合,脸上的表情告诉我们:我们中肯定有人做错了什么事。“这是谁干的?”他厉声问道。我们全都低下头,盯着地板上小孩笔迹的粉笔字。我想这应该是那时不允许我们干的事情,尽管我不能确定当我犯下这可怕“罪行”的时候,自己是否牢记着这一点。我站在那里,吓得心里直颤,但愿没人能看出 I stood there, listening to my father’s stern words. He asked us to gather on the four walls of the inner courtyard, the expression on his face telling us: Surely some of us did something wrong. “Who did this?” He asked sharply. We all looked down and stared at the chalk words of children’s handwriting on the floor. I think this should be something that was not allowed to be done by us at that time, though I am not sure if I was keeping that in mind when I committed this dreadful “crime.” I stood there, scared my heart quivering, I hope no one can see