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？
十二点钟
妈妈，我现在不想做功课。我已经读了整整一上午的书了。
您说，现在才十二点钟。就算现在没有超过十二点吧，您就不能把刚刚十二点想成下午吗？
我可以很容易想象出：此刻，太阳已经照到那片稻田的边缘了， 那个年迈的渔妇正在池边采撷草叶作为她的晚餐。
我一闭上眼就能想到，马塔尔树下的阴影越发深邃了，池塘里的水看起来黝黑发亮。
如果十二点钟能在夜晚来临，为什么黑夜不能在十二点钟的时候到来呢？
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
您说爸爸写了很多书，可是我看不懂他写的东西。
整个黄昏他都在读书给您听，可是您真的明白他的意思吗？
妈妈，您给我们讲的故事，多么好听啊！