I can just shut my eyes and think that the shadows are growing darker under the madar tree， and the water in the pond looks shiny black.
If twelve o’clock can come in the night， why can’t the night come when it is twelve o’clock？
十二點鍾
媽媽，我現在不想做功課。我已經讀了整整一上午的書了。
您說，現在才十二點鍾。就算現在沒有超過十二點吧，您就不能把剛剛十二點想成下午嗎？
我可以很容易想象出：此刻，太陽已經照到那片稻田的邊緣了， 那個年邁的漁婦正在池邊采擷草葉作為她的晚餐。
我一閉上眼就能想到，馬塔爾樹下的陰影越發深邃了，池塘裏的水看起來黝黑發亮。
如果十二點鍾能在夜晚來臨，為什麽黑夜不能在十二點鍾的時候到來呢？
Authorship
You say that father writes a lot of books， but what he writes I don’t understand.
He was reading to you all the evening， but could you really make out what he meant？
What nice stories， mother， you can tell us！ Why can’t father write like that， I wonder？
Did he never hear from his own mother stories of giants and fairies and princesses？
Has he forgotten them all？
Often when he gets late for his bath you have to go and call him an hundred times.
You wait and keep his dishes warm for him， but he goes on writing and forgets.
Father always plays at making books.
If ever I go to play in father’s room， you come and call me，“What a naughty child！”
If I make the slightest noise， you say， Don’t you see that father’s at his work？”
What’s the fun of always writing and writing？
作 者
您說爸爸寫了很多書，可是我看不懂他寫的東西。
整個黃昏他都在讀書給您聽，可是您真的明白他的意思嗎？
媽媽，您給我們講的故事，多麽好聽啊！