3 My Secret Poetry Writing System

3 My Secret Poetry Writing System The next morning, right after we pledged the allegiance, an announcement came over the loudspeaker: "Miss Banks, please send A.J. to Ms. Coco's office." "Oooooh!" everybody ooooohed.

第二天早上，就在我们宣誓效忠之后，扩音器里传来了一则通告：“班克斯小姐，请派A.J.来 去可可女士的办公室。”“哦哦！”每个人都发出了哦哦的声音。

"A.J. is in trouble!" said Ryan. I knew I wasn't in trouble. When you get sent to the principal's office, you know you're in trouble. You're not in trouble when you get sent to the gifted and talented teacher's office. I walked a million hundred miles to see Ms. Coco. I opened her door, but she wasn't there. I looked around. There were signs on the wall with words like THINK! CREATE! INVENT! and pictures of famous geniuses like Albert Einstein, the Wright brothers, and the Beatles. I remembered how I was chosen to be in the gifted and talented program in the first place. It was back in second grade. Ms. Coco had us write poems then too. She told us our poems didn't have to rhyme, and they didn't have to make sense. They just had to paint a word picture, whatever that means. So I figured out that you could put a bunch of words in any order and call it a poem. That gave me the greatest idea in the history of the world! I took a stack of flash cards that we use to practice spelling words and threw them up in the air. When they landed on the floor, I just picked up a bunch of them and wrote down the words....

“A.J.有麻烦了！”瑞恩说。 我知道我没有麻烦。 当你被送到校长办公室时，你知道你有麻烦了。 当你被送到天才老师的办公室时，你并没有遇到麻烦。 我走了一百多英里去看她。 椰子树。我打开她的门，但她不在。 我环顾四周。墙上有一些标语，上面写着“思考！”创建!发明!以及阿尔伯特·爱因斯坦、莱特兄弟和披头士等著名天才的照片。 我还记得当初我是如何被选进天才班的。 那是在二年级的时候。 可可老师还让我们写诗。 她告诉我们，我们的诗不需要押韵，也不需要有意义。 他们只是要画一幅文字图画，不管那是什么意思。 所以我发现你可以把一堆单词按任何顺序排列然后称之为诗。 这给了我一个世界历史上最伟大的想法！我拿起一叠用来练习拼写单词的卡片，把它们扔向空中。 当它们落在地板上时，我只是拿起一堆，并写下....

Underground idea still afraid, Bright holiday promise, grandfather curious, Pretty puddles discovered seem asleep, Think lucky picnic, pretend deep secret.

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，假装深秘密。

It didn't rhyme. It didn't even make any sense. But it sounded like a real poem. That's when I realized that any dumbhead can write poetry. It was so easy! What a scam!* I never told anybody about my secret poetry writing system. But when Ms. Coco saw my poem in second grade, she loved it. She decided that I was a genius. And that's how I ended up in the gifted and talented program. Back then, I wrote a bunch of fake poems with my secret poetry writing system. In fact, I sold some of them to kids who couldn't write poems on their own. I was thinking about all this stuff when the door opened. "Sorry I'm late," Ms. Coco said. "I had to fix my hair." "Why, was it broken?" I asked. Ms. Coco didn't laugh at my little joke. She had on a sad face. I knew something was wrong. She told me to sit down. "I'm disappointed in you, A.J.," she told me. "Why? What did I do?" I asked. "Roses are red, violets are purple?" she said. "When I get gas, I have to burple?"

它不押韵。这根本说不通。 但听起来像一首真正的诗。 那时我才意识到，连傻瓜都能写诗。 太简单了！真是个骗局！*我从未告诉过任何人我的秘密诗歌写作系统。 但是当可可老师在二年级看到我的诗时，她很喜欢。 她认定我是个天才。 这就是为什么我最终进入了天才项目。 那时，我用我的秘密诗歌写作系统写了一堆假诗。 事实上，我把其中一些卖给了那些不会自己写诗的孩子。 门开的时候我正在想这些事。 “对不起，我迟到了，”可可说。 “我得整理一下头发。”“怎么，它坏了吗？”我问。 可可女士听了我的小玩笑没有笑。 她脸上挂着悲伤的表情。我就知道出事了。 她叫我坐下。“我对你很失望，aj，”她对我说。 “为什么?我做了什么？”我问。 “玫瑰是红色的，紫罗兰是紫色的？”她说。 “加油的时候，我得脸红吗？”

"Was my poem too short or something?" I asked. "I can make it longer if you want me to." Ms. Coco sighed and reached into her desk drawer. She pulled out a piece of paper. I recognized it. It was one of my fake poems I wrote in second grade by throwing flash cards up in the air.... Grateful yearning urges hollow wisdom. Childlike effort appears alongside guarded patience. Protest fierce passion, including shiny branches. Foolish dreams drift beyond balanced flight. "I saved this poem you wrote back in second grade," Ms. Coco told me after she read it. "It moved me to tears! In all my years of teaching, I never had a student with so much talent and emotion." That's when the weirdest thing in the history of the world happened. Ms. Coco started crying! "I never thought someone so young could write such brilliant poetry," she blubbered, wiping her eyes with a tissue. "But now, you're just

“是我的诗太短了还是怎么的？”我问。 “如果你愿意，我可以让它长一点。” 可可叹了口气，把手伸进书桌抽屉。 她拿出一张纸。 我认出来了。这是我在二年级时写的一首假诗，我把卡片扔到空中.... 感恩的思念催人虚妄的智慧。 孩子般的努力与谨慎的耐心并存。 抗议激情激烈，包括闪亮的枝头。 愚蠢的梦飘忽不定，飘忽不定。 “我保存了你二年级时写的这首诗。” 可可看完后告诉我的。 “它把我感动得流下了眼泪！”在我多年的教学生涯中，我从来没有遇到过像他这样才华横溢、情感丰富的学生。” 就在那时，世界历史上最奇怪的事情发生了。 可可女士哭了起来！“我从没想过这么年轻的人能写出如此出色的诗，”她抽泣着，用纸巾擦了擦眼睛。 “但现在，你只是

writing silly childish poems that rhyme 'purple' with 'burple.' What happened to you, A.J.?" I wanted her to stop crying. I also wanted a lifetime supply of Zip-Zap candy bars. "I can do better," I told Ms. Coco. "Give me another chance." "I know you can, A.J.," she said, getting a yellow writing pad and a pen out of her desk. "I'm going to leave you alone for a few minutes so you

写一些幼稚的诗，把“purple”和“burple”押韵。你怎么了，A.J.?”我想让她停止哭泣。 我还想要终身供应的Zip-Zap糖果棒。 “我可以做得更好，”我告诉她。 椰子树。“再给我一次机会吧。” “我知道你可以的，a.j.，”她说着，从桌上拿出一个黄色的便签本和一支笔。 “我要让你一个人呆几分钟，这样你就可以