【正文】 低級的花。（當(dāng)然，那場面必定是令人喜悅的：假如電視上的父母和兒女之間相互攻擊辱罵，他們該怎么樣呢？）在電視上，母親和兒女見面總是相互擁抱和微笑。我和麥姬昨天下午已將院子打掃得干干凈凈，地面上還留著清晰的掃帚掃出的波浪形痕跡，這樣的院子比一般人想象的要舒服，它不僅僅是一個院子，簡直就像一間擴(kuò)大了的客廳。 maybe at the sunglasses. But a real mile, not scared. After we watched the car dust settle I asked Maggie to bring me a dip of snuff. And then the two of us sat there just enjoying, until it was time to go in the house and go to bed. NOTES1) Alice Walker: born 1944 in Eatonton, Georgia, America and graduated from Sarah Lawrence College. Her books include The Third Life of Grange Copeland ( 1970 ), Meridian ( 1976 ), The Color Purple(1982), etc.2)made it: to bee a success, to succeed, either in specific endeavor or in general3) Johnny Carson: a man who runs a late night talk show4)hooked: injured by the horn of the cow being milked5) Jimmy T: 39。t understand, she said, as Maggie and I came out to the car.　　What don39。s portion. This was the way she knew God to work.　　When I looked at her like that something hit me in the top of my head and ran down to the soles of my feet. Just like when I39。re priceless! she was saying now, furiously, for she has a temper. Maggie would put them on the bed and in five years they39。t appreciate these quilts! she said. She39。t want those. They are stitched around the borders by machine.　　That39。 you could see where thumbs and fingers had sunk into the wood. It was beautiful light yellow wood, from a tree that grew in the yard where Big Dee and Stash had lived.　　After dinner Dee (Wangero) went to the trunk at the foot of my bed and started rifling through it. Maggie hung back in the kitchen over the dishpan. Out came Wangero with two quilts. They had been pieced by Grandma Dee and then Big Dee and me had hung them on the quilt frames on the front porch and quilted them. One was in the Lone Star pattern. The other was Walk Around the Mountain. In both of them were scraps of dresses Grandma Dee had worn fifty and more years ago. Bit sand pieces of Grandpa Jarrell39。ll think of something artistic to do with the dasher.　　回答人的補(bǔ)充 t Uncle Buddy whittle it out of a tree you all used to have?　　Yes, I said.　　Uh huh, she said happily. And I want the dasher,too.　　Uncle Buddy whittle that, too? asked the barber.　　Dee (Wangero) looked up at me.　　Aunt Dee39。t eat collards and pork was unclean. Wangero, though, went on through the chitlins and corn bread, the greens and everything else. She talked a blue streak over the sweet potatoes. Everything delighted her. Even the fact that we still used the benches her daddy made for the table when we couldn39。t ask.　　You must belong to those beetcattle peoples down the road, I said. They said Asalamalakirn when they met you too, but they didn39。s what you want us to call you, we39。 cropped up in our family, so why should I try to trace it that far back?　　He just stood there grinning, looking down on me like somebody inspecting a Model A car. Every once in a while he and Wangero sent eye signals over my head.　　How do you pronounce this name? I asked.　　You don39。s dead, Wangero said. I couldn39。Dee39。t get up, says Dee. Since I am stout it takes something of a push. You can see me trying to move a second or two before I make it. She turns, showing white heels through her sandals, and goes back to the car. Out she peeks next with a Polaroid. She stoops down quickly and lines up picture after picture of me sitting there in front of the house with Maggie cowering behind me. She never takes a shot without making sure the house is included. When a cow es nibbling around the edge of the yard she snaps it and me and Maggie and the house. Then she puts the Polaroid in the back seat of the car, and es up and kisses me on the forehead.　　Meanwhile Asalamalakim is going through motions with Maggie39。t bother you, unless you try to milk them the wrong way.　　I have deliberately turned my back on the house. It is three rooms, just like the one that burned, except the roof is tin: they don39。t see well. She knows she is not bright. Like good looks and money, quickness passed her by. She will marry John Thomas (who has mossy teeth in an earnest face) and then I39。 and knew what style was.回答人的補(bǔ)充 habits, whole lives upon us two, sitting trapped and ignorant underneath her voice. She washed us in a river of makebelieve, burned us with a lot of knowledge we didn39。s arms sticking to me, her hair smoking and her dress falling off her in little black papery flakes. Her eyes seemed stretched open, blazed open by the flames reflected in them. And Dee. I see her standing off under the sweet gum tree she used to dig gum out of。s face. Sometimes the mother and father weep, the child wraps them in her arms and leans across the table to tell how she would not have made it without their help. I have seen these programs.　　Sometimes I dream a dream in which Dee and I are suddenly brought together on a TV program of this sort. Out of a cark and softseated limousine I am ushered into a bright room filled with many people. There I meet a smiling, gray, sporty man like Johnny Carson who shakes my hand and tells me what a fine girl I have. Then we are on the stage and Dee is embracing me with tear s in her eyes. She pins on my dress a large orchid, even though she has told me once that she thinks or chides are tacky flowers.　　In real life I am a large, bigboned woman with rough, manworking hands. In the winter I wear flannel nightgowns to bed and overalls during the day. I can kill and clean a