[我的课] 2022年11月8日 写作讲评

One day, my grandma called to me as I walked by her room. I didn’t want to go. I didn’t want to see this side of my grandmother. However, her voice was so soft and familiar. It was a voice I couldn’t disappoint. I followed the voice and went into her room. In her room, I didn’t look at her. I just looked at the floor and told myself that this wasn’t my grandmother — it just couldn’t be.

有一天，当我走过奶奶的房间时，奶奶叫我。我不想去。我不想看到我祖母的这一面。然而，她的声音是那么轻柔和熟悉。这是一个我不能失望的声音。我跟着声音走进了她的房间。在她的房间里，我没有看着她。我只是看着地板，告诉自己这不是我的祖母——这不可能。

I was about to run out of the room when she spoke, “Once upon a time there was a boy named Billy ...” I raised my head and looked at my grandmother. Although her crumpled body hadn’t changed, I could now see behind her appearance. I didn’t fear to see Grandma that sick any more. I went into her room every day after that. Every day she told me another story about a boy named Billy and I told her that little Billy loved his grandma very much.

我正要跑出房间，她说：“从前有个男孩叫比利……”我抬起头看着我的祖母。虽然她皱巴巴的身体没有改变，但我现在可以看到她外表的背后。我不再害怕看到生病的奶奶。之后我每天都去她的房间。每天她都给我讲另一个关于一个叫比利的男孩的故事，我告诉她小比利非常爱他的奶奶。