在我的印象裏,寫書是很難的事。可能是因為畢竟大多數人既沒什麽機會寫書,更沒什麽機會出版自己寫的書,所以,老師從來不教。像我這樣的人,雖然受了十幾年的教育,竟不知道一本書應該怎麽寫。 而在西方教育體製下長大的孩子卻絕然不同,他們非常會表達自己的思想,學校教育也很重視培養和開發學生的思維能力。比如說,老師從一年級開始就教他們寫書並將給別人聽,所以等他們長大了,絕不會認為寫書、演講是什麽難事兒。 Under My Skin 是女兒剛為 7 歲的小學生寫的有關反對種族歧視的一本圖畫書,也是她的一項學校作業,自己編故事,然後畫插圖,花了不少時間。她看著自己忙碌之後取得的成績,興奮得不得了。 能力都是鍛煉出來的,看著她一天天進步,我從心裏為她感到高興 。非常感謝老師付出的辛勤勞動啊!
Under My Skin Book Cover
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In a far far away small peaceful red barn, there lived families of happy animals. ![](http://groups.msn.com/_Secure/0QwCsHBETv2lmVSe4xLbYmpTpDQwq17MzCtUJc2brqbGQUynHAyLN*r3g0e*QBF1DkyeCkJb8jQDNMkE2d8rbQEb4ZaP5B9Sba4p3GafgctI/P?dc=4675649321516070669)
Among those families, there is a daddy sheep, Kevin and his son Scott. There’s a yellow girl chick, Cindy, living with he mommy hen. Finally there’s the young black goat called Mohammed.
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Scott, Mohammed and Cindy are best friend.
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One day, Mohammed went up to the Scott’s grassland, but Kevin saw Mohammed.
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Kevin was very angry. He yelled “ Only white animals can eat there. Black goats make the grass die. Get off this land! ”
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Mohammed didn’t understand why his friend’s daddy was being mean. He started to cry.
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Cindy was walking across the grassland. She saw Mohammed crying near the river.
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Cindy asked, “What’s wrong? Who made you cry?”
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Mohammed looked up. “Scott’s daddy said that I’ll make grass die if I eat it.”
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Cindy was surprised. “He was just being mean. Let’s go talk to them about this.” ![](http://groups.msn.com/_Secure/0QwCMGRETwGlmVSe4xLbYmprHRVRs!6rkhIkClcYl2FL8x!Ggvg6FIGfZgO7GWGPCibwjpNPSdoURP5BSSjZlTu0bNsgoA1Lvu2SkJzfUlfM/P?dc=4675649321532677876)
Cindy and Mohammed went back to the sheep’s grassland. Scott and Kevin were eating grass.
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Kevin yelled “Baa…baa…baa…why are you here? I told you to leave.” ![](http://groups.msn.com/_Secure/0QwCsHRIT!mlmVSe4xLbYmpuW0zy21VMzGyNl3l9MKlEt1!E3aRutPXixPOvxV6sUsGv1FbAYxk7lvnTF5ZeFIlTgXY0U7QrRQexcM*kz6nY/DSC_0071.JPG?dc=4675649321534464265)
Cindy got upset. She said “We are all barn animals and equal. We shouldn’t judge others because of their outside colour. It’s inside that matters. ”
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Scott looked at his daddy and said “Baa…baa…baa…I can’t believe you said that to my friend daddy! That was stereotyping! ” ![](http://groups.msn.com/_Secure/0QwDsGBUTqGpmVSe4xLbYmtvXD!FQ1QlosINfMXRdfyT!sUuJ9GbAEyZvyqa1aTJyWXsy8RLb6e1r7!ZG8cVaaF2aWn9sjg8GTSyrh320Jl8/DSC_0074.JPG?dc=4675649321540779457)
Kevin was very confused. “What’s stereotyping?” “It’s when someone gets a set image of something not caring that every animal is different.”
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Kevin felt very bad. He lowered his head and said, “Sorry, but that was just the image I got. How about you come over for dinner tonight?” “Sure.” Said Mohammed, and everyone smiled once again.
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