那是1954年的岁末,那一年我12岁。虽然已经隔了这么多年,她曾经给我上的一堂宽恕他人的课还像是昨天刚刚发生过的一样,我只希望有一天我能把它传授给其他什么人。那件事发生在一个风和日丽的午后。那天,我正和一个朋友躲在那位老夫人家的后院里朝她的房顶上扔石头。我们饶有兴趣地注视着石头从房顶边缘滚落,看着它们像子弹一样射出,又像彗星一样从天而降,我们觉得很开心很有趣。我拾起一枚石头,也许因 It was the end of 1954, when I was 12 years old. Although it has been years since, she had given me a lesson of forgiving others as it happened yesterday, and I only hope that one day I can pass it on to someone else. That happened on a sunny afternoon. That day, I was hiding a stone in the roof of her old lady’s backyard with a friend. We watched with interest as the rocks rolled off the edge of the roof, watched them shoot like bullets, and fell like a comet again. We were very happy and very interesting. I picked up a stone, maybe because of it