two-kinds(編輯修改稿)
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【文章內(nèi)容簡(jiǎn)介】 y, and I walked back to my chair, with my whole face quivering as I tried not to cry, I heard a little boy whisper loudly to his mother. “ That was awful,” and mother whispered “ Well, she certainly tried.” And now I realized how many people were in the audience, the whole world, it seemed. I was aware of eyes burning into my back. I felt the shame of my mother and father as they sat stiffly through the rest of the show. We could have escaped during intermission. Pride and some strange sense of honor must have anchored my parents to their chairs. And so we watched it all. The eighteenyearold boy with a fake moustache who did a magic show and juggled flaming hoops while riding a unicycle. The breasted girl with white make up who sang an aria from Madame Butterfly22 and got an honorable mention. And the elevenyearold boy who was first prize playing a tricky violin song that sounded like a busy bee. After the show the Hsus, the Jongs, and the St. Clairs, from the Joy Luck Club, came up to my mother and father. “ Lots of talented kids,” Auntie Lindo said vaguely, smiling broadly. “ That was something else,” my father said, and I wondered if he was referring to me in a humorous way, or whether he even remembered what I had done. Waverly looked at me and shrugged her shoulders. “ You aren’ t a genius like me,” she said matteroffactly. And if I hadn’ t felt so bad, I would have pulled her braids and punched her stomach. Bu
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