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今天看了本一年级学生的儿童读物,从一个孩子的视角观看ANZAC DAY游行,讲述澳大利亚的一段历史。文章用词简单,但我认为贴近儿童心理,遣词造句很有意境。贴上来给TX们苦读雅思之余轻松一下:
My Grandad Marches on Anzac Day
Catriona Hoy& Bcnjamin Johnson
On Anzac morning we get up very early,
It is still dark.
We drive in the dark and park the car.
We put on our coats. It is always cold.
We wait at the Memorial for the sun to come up.
There are sad poems and singing.
We say,"Let we forget." Abugle plays a lonely song.
The guns fire at the sky-once, twice, three times.
It makes me jump and scares the seagulls.
Later, we have cake and hot chocolate to warm us up.
We find our spots for the parade.
Daddy gives me a badge, just like his.
I sit on Daddy's shoulders.
It's a very long wait, but my grandad will come.
My grandad marches on Anzac Day.
He wears his best jacket and has shiny medals on his chest.
He doesn't have much hair on his head, but he does have a big moustache.
Grandad knows where we will be waiting. He always smiles at me.
Lots of people are marching, their legs all moving in time.
Some of them play music. I feel their drums boom in my chest.
Grandad marches with his friends.
He remembers when they were young.
He remenbers when he was yong.
He marches for all his friends who can't march.
He marches for us.
Some people can't walk.
Some are pushed in wheelchairs. Some ride in cars.
We clap and wave as they go past,"Well done, boys!"
My dad calls out. They smile shyly and look pleased.
Once, long ago, there was a war, my daddy says.
Many soldiers fought and died in a place called Gallipoli.
Some were from Australia. Some were from New Zealand.
They were called ANZACs.
They died in places with names like The Nek, Lone Pine and Anzac Cove.
Their mums and dads waited, but they never came home.
My grandad marches to remember them.
My grandad wasn't there.
My grandadd was in a different war.
That's where he earned his medals.
After the parade, my daddy says,"I'm pround of you, mate" to Grandad.
He has tears in his eyes.
Grandad is quiet.
He is still remembering.
One day I will march on Anzac Day,
and I will do the remembering. |