5/1/2011
今天英语节时，老师叫我们4人为一组，画一幅关于诗里的景色。我们一边画一边在笑。那个诗是：
NATURE
We have neither summer nor winter
Neither autumn nor spring.
We have instead the days
When the gold sun shines on the lush green canefields-
Magnificently .
The days when the rain beats like bullets on the roofs
And there is no sound but the swish of water in the gullies
And trees struggling in the Jamaica winds.
And the reaped canefields lie bare and follow to the sun.
But best of all there are the days when the mango and the logwood blossom
When the bushes are full of sound of bees and the scent of honey,
When the tall grass sways and shivers to the slightest breath of air,
When the buttercups have paved the earth with yellow stars
And beauty comes suddenly and the rains have gone.
*Got picture
我，在笑那幅我们的画，那知道当我们跟老师解释时，她的脸目无表情，天呀！我们的老师是一位机械人吗？世界上最恐怖的是“冷淡”。