A Night’s Wait

ANight’sWaityearsago,iwasstillalittlegirlanddidn’thaveanyworries.atleast,ithoughtso.butwhathappenedonesummernightchangedmyidea.ithappenedlikethis.onesummernight,mygrandmaandisatintheyardtotakesomecoolair.istillrememberthatitwasaverybeautifulnight:theskyjustlikeanendlessdark-bluesilk,decoratedwiththecountlessshiningstarswhichwerelikethediamondsinthecloth;thewindstirredafewfinefilamentsofcloudandthemoongaveoutgentlelight;thebreezestrokedmyfaceandthecricketssangsongsbymyears.allofthesemademeintoxicated.mygrandma,sittingbymyside,wastellingmesomestoriesaboutthemoon.theworldwaspeacefulandquiet.then,asiwassofascinatedbythecharmingmoon,istretchedoutmyfinger,pointingtothemoon,turnedtomygrandmaandasked:“grandma,doessomebodyreallylivethere?”suddenly,grandmabeatmyfingerdown,staredatme,andsaidseriously:”don`tpointtothemoon,never!ever!ifshegetsangry,she`llcutdownyourears!it`sanythingbutajoke.she`llcometoyoutonight!”iwasgreatlyastonished,andhadlostinterestinthesceneorthecoolair.iwentintomyroomandlayonthebed,turningoverandover.itwasthefirstnightthatihadknownthetasteofinsomnia.ivaguelyrecalledthatoneofmykindergartenfriendshadcometoschoolonedaywithhisearredandswelling,andseemedtohaveawoundonit.hetoldusitwasbecausehehadpointedtothemoonandthatwasthepunishment.thatdaywealllaughedathim.but,now,itwouldbemyturn.whatwouldibe?第12页下一页