我15岁时,当众对英文班全体同学宣布,我要当作家,而且要自已在书里面加上插图。全班有一半的人对我嗤之以鼻,另外的人则笑得差点从椅子上跌下来。英文老师以傲慢的语气说:“别傻了,只有天才才能当作家,而你这学期的平均成绩只有丁。”受到这么大的侮辱,我忍不往掉下泪来。那天晚上我就写了一首悲伤的短诗,描述梦想破碎的心情,寄往《凯普尔周报》。没想到这首诗真的被登出来,我还收到两块钱的稿费,我成为如假包换的作家,不但有作品见报,还有人愿意付我稿费!我拿刊登出来的作品给老师和同学看,他们又笑了。 When I was 15, I publicly declared to all the English classmates that I wanted to be a writer, and added myself to the book with illustrations. Half of the class sniffed at me, while others almost laughed from their chairs. In an arrogant tone, the English teacher said: “Do not be foolish, only geniuses can be writers, and you have only an average grade of semester in this semester.” "With so much humiliation I can not afford to shed tears. That night I wrote a sad, short poem describing the shattered dream and sending it to the Keppel weekly newspaper. I did not expect this poem to be really out, I also received two dollars of royalties, I became a false replacement of the writer, not only works, but also someone willing to pay me royalties! I take the published works to the teacher And classmates look, they laughed again.