9 Zeke, the Poet

Nine. Zeke, the poet. "WHA—IT'S YOU!" ZEKE CRIED. "You gave me the valentine!" He wasn't sure if he was happy, nervous, or both.

九个。齐克，诗人。“WHA-IT你!”齐克哭了。 “你给了我情人节贺卡！”他不确定自己是高兴、紧张，还是两者兼而有之。

"I did," said Jane, turning to leave. She turned back to Zeke. "And I like poems." Then she blushed a little and ran away. Zeke was stunned. I have to tell Harris and Roxy about this!

“是的，”简说着转身要走。 她转身面对齐克。“我也喜欢诗歌。” 然后她脸红了一下，跑开了。 齐克惊呆了。我得把这事告诉哈里斯和罗克茜！

That evening, Zeke was at Harris's house, hanging out with Harris and Roxy. He told them the whole story. "Sometimes when you have a problem, the solution comes along when you least expect it," said Roxy. "Sounds to me like you better get busy writing a poem," said Harris. Zeke's face grew serious. "I've never written a poem before," he said. "How do I even start?"

那天晚上，齐克在哈里斯家，和哈里斯和罗克西一起出去玩。 他把事情的原委告诉了他们。 “有时候，当你遇到问题时，解决方案会在你最意想不到的时候出现，”罗克西说。 “听起来你最好赶紧写首诗。”哈里斯说。 齐克的脸变得严肃起来。“我以前从来没有写过诗，”他说。 “我该怎么开始呢？”

"Just start writing down ideas, thoughts, and images, especially ones that make you think of Jane," said Roxy. "You can work on rhyming things after you have some basic ideas." "Okay," said Zeke. "I'm going to go home and try. See you guys tomorrow."

“只要开始写下想法、想法和图像，尤其是那些让你想起简的，”罗克西说。 “有了一些基本的概念后，你就可以开始押韵了。” “好吧，”齐克说。“我要回家试试。 明天见。”

At home, Zeke got to work. Using his power of mind-projection, Zeke pressed his fingertips against the sides of his head. A large screen appeared just above him. As he thought of things he wanted to write, the words appeared on the big screen. Let's see what I can say about Jane, Zeke thought. I like her hair. It's black, like the cheese is on Tragas. Oh, that's good!

回到家，齐克开始工作。 齐克用他的意念投射能力，把指尖按在头部两侧。 他的上方出现了一个大屏幕。 当他想到他想写的东西时，这些词就出现在大屏幕上。 让我们看看我能说些关于简的话，齐克想。 我喜欢她的头发。是黑色的，就像Tragas上的奶酪一样。 哦，那太好了！

Zeke started his poem: "The color of your hair reminds me of cheese. I like the way it blows in the breeze." I like that. What else? How about: "I think you're very nice, just like friendly Tragonian mice." Or: "A Kraka beast you could disarm, with just your smile, your laugh, your charm. Being with you is so much fun, even if I lost at Bonkas, I'd think I'd won." This isn't so hard! Still, I think I should show it to Harris before I give it to Jane.

齐克在诗的开头写道：“你头发的颜色让我想起了奶酪。 我喜欢它在微风中吹的样子。” 我喜欢这样。还有什么？比如：“我觉得你很好，就像友好的Tragonian老鼠。” 或者：“你可以用你的微笑，你的笑声，你的魅力，解除喀拉喀兽的武装。” 和你在一起很有趣，即使我在邦卡斯输了，我也会认为我赢了。” 这并不难！不过，我还是想在给简之前先给哈里斯看看。