5 Ch5-My Secret Poetry Writing System

Chapter 5 My Secret Poetry Writing System I knew you'd keep reading. When I got home, I looked through my closet for the big box of spelling flash cards my grandma gave me for my birthday. You know what flash cards are, right? Each card has one word on it. You're

我知道你会一直读下去的。 回到家后，我翻遍了衣橱，寻找奶奶送给我生日礼物的那一大盒拼写卡片。 你知道抽认卡是什么吧? 每张卡片上都有一个单词。 你

supposed to use the cards to help you remember how to spell. I used them to build a tower instead. It was cool. Then I put them in the back of my closet. I opened the box and took out a stack of cards. I figured if poems don't have to rhyme, then it's easy to write one. And if poems don't even have to make sense, you can just take any words and put them in any order and call it a poem. So I took the stack of flash cards and threw it up in the air. The cards flew all over the place and fluttered to the floor. I scooped up a bunch of them and wrote the words down in order:

应该是用卡片帮你记住怎么拼写。 我用它们建了一座塔。 很酷。然后我把它们放在壁橱的后面。 我打开盒子，拿出一叠卡片。 我想如果诗歌不需要押韵，那就很容易写出来。 如果诗歌甚至不需要有意义，你可以把任何单词按任何顺序排列，称之为诗。 于是我拿起那叠卡片，把它抛向空中。 纸牌飞得到处都是，拍打着落到地板上。 我捡了一堆，按顺序写下来:

Underground idea still afraid, Bright holiday promise, Grandfather curious, Pretty puddle discovered seem asleep, Think lucky picnic, Pretend deep secret. Hey! Not bad! It sounded like a real poem. I called it Deep Secret. That was easy! I had made the most important discovery in the history of the world any dumbhead can write poetry. What a scam. I finished my poem of the day in a few minutes. That left more time to do the important things in life like playing video games, watching TV,

地下的想法还在害怕，光明的节日承诺，爷爷好奇，漂亮的水坑发现似乎睡着了，想幸运野餐，假装深的秘密。 嘿!不坏!听起来像一首真正的诗。 我称它为“深度秘密”。这很简单!我有了世界历史上最重要的发现，连傻瓜都能写诗。 真是个骗局。我在几分钟内完成了今天的诗。 这样就有更多的时间去做生活中重要的事情，比如打电子游戏、看电视、

and sitting around doing nothing. Teachers always love it when you do extra homework. So I scooped up a bunch of flash cards and wrote another poem: Someone only fired Should soft become hammer, Imagination! Because awkward autumn Sudden neighbor remain, Fishhook! Glow shadow oatmeal Tomorrow window people. I called that poem Tomorrow's Window People.

无所事事地坐着。 老师总是喜欢你做额外的作业。 于是我捡起一堆卡片，又写了一首诗:有人只开火，应软成锤，想象!因为尴尬的秋天突然邻居留下，鱼钩!辉光阴影燕麦明天窗口的人。 我给这首诗起名叫《明日之窗》。

Wow! Writing poetry is a piece of cake! I should get the No Bell Prize. But I decided not to tell anybody about my genius discovery. It would be my secret. Shhhhhhh!

哇!写诗是小菜一碟!我应该得诺贝尔奖。 但我决定不告诉任何人我的天才发现。 这是我的秘密。Shhhhhhh !