NHL季后赛很多都队都是打到7场比赛才决出胜负.儿子有感而发,写下此诗.
Stanley Cup Finals, Game 7
Emotions ran high,
Fanatic fans screaming to the night,
All drew breaths as one,
As they cheered the blue and white.
Ten figures rushed the ice,
Determination strong on their mind,
Eyes set on the black shape,
Oblivious to the roaring fans.
Suddenly the puck found its home,
Into the back of the net, it roamed,
Fired by the hands of God,
The room became a thunderstorm.
Tears flew across the room,
Each raised their hands in salute,
But most people just chanted:
We won the Stanley Cup!
阿富汗饱受战火蹂躏.是"美国老打的那个国家".儿子学校有作曲的作业,要求写16小节,儿子想到了阿富汗,写了50多个小节.说要写得好听又悲伤.交上去后,他老师给他打了满分100分,还要他弹给全校同学听.
我还没听过,昨天他手破了,没弹给我听.谱子我扫描后再贴上来.