童言童趣 1, 2
女儿一岁半时参观阿姆斯特丹皇宫，指着金壁辉煌的壁画：“天使忘记穿外套了。”
My daughter visited the Royal Palace in Amsterdam at the age of one and a half. She pointed to the splendid mural of the golden ceiling: “The angels forgot to wear their jackets.”
女儿三岁时听音乐有感而发：“妈妈，这是谁写的？” “巴赫。” “他在哪？” “他已经不在了，去世了。” “这是谁写的？” “莫扎特。” “他也去世了吗？” “是。” “这是谁写的？” “肖邦。” “他去世了吗？” “是。” “这个我最喜欢了，不管他是谁，我确定他也去世了。”
My daughter listened to music when she was three years old: “Mama, who wrote this?” “Bach.” “Where is he?” “He is no longer here. He is died.” “Who wrote this?” “Mozart.” ” Did he die too?” ” Yes.” “Who wrote this?” “Chopin.” “Did he die?” “Yes.” “I like this most. No matter who he is, I’m sure he also died.”
