@翻了个译，MTI专业辅导@翻了个译，MTI专业辅导Alongtimeago,therelivedaGiant,aSelfishGiant,whosestunninggardenwasthemostbeautifulinalltheland.Oneevening,thisGiantcamehomeandfoundallthesechildrenplayinginhisgarden,andhebecameenraged."Myowngardenismyowngarden!"theGiantsaid.Andhebuiltthishighwallaroundit.TheauthorOscarWildewrotethestoryof"TheSelfishGiant"in1888.Almostahundredyearslater,thatGiantmovedintomyBrooklynchildhoodandneverleft.Iwasraisedinareligiousfamily,andIgrewupreadingboththeBibleandtheQuran.Thehoursofreading,bothreligiousandrecreational,faroutnumberedthehoursoftelevision-watching.Now,onanygivenday,youcouldfindmysiblingsandIcurledupinsomepartofourapartmentreading,sometimesunhappily,becauseonsummerdaysinNewYorkCity,thefirehydrantblasted,andtoourimmensejealousy,wecouldhearourfriendsdownthereplayinginthegushingwater,theirabsolutejoymakingitswayupthroughouropenwindows.ButIlearnedthatthedeeperIwentintomybooks,themoretimeItookwitheachsentence,thelessIheardthenoiseoftheoutsideworld.Andso,unlikemysiblings,whowereracingthroughbooks,Ireadslowly--very,veryslowly.Iwasthatchildwithherfingerrunningbeneaththewords,untilIwasuntaughttodothis;toldbigkidsdon'tusetheirfingers.Inthirdgrade,weweremadetositwithourhandsfoldedonourdesk,unclaspingthemonlytoturnthepages,thenreturningthemtothatposition.Ourteacherwasn'tbeingcruel.Itwasthe1970s,andhergoalwastogetusreadingnotjustongradelevelbutfaraboveit.Andwewerealwaysbeingpushedtoreadfaster.Butinthequietofmyapartment,outsideofmyteacher'sgaze,Iletmyfingerrunbeneaththosewords…
