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作者简介

李家同

　　民国28年生，台大电机系学士，美国加州柏克莱大学电机博士。历任清华大学工学院院长、教务长以及代校长、静宜大学校长、暨南大学校长，现任暨南大学教授。

　　李教授曾获得五次连续的国科会杰出研究奖，教育部工科学术奖、侯金堆杰出荣誉奖和旺宏电子讲座教授，他是美国电机电子学会的荣誉会士，并且曾担任过十一种国际学术刊物的编辑委员。

　　李教授也是短篇小说作家。他的小说亲切、自然、发人深省。《让高墙倒下吧》、《陌生人》、《钟声又再响起》等书感动了无数人心。

　　李教授关心英语教育，他所写的《专门替中国人写的英文基本文法》成为最新、最畅销的英文文法书；他所企划的《专门替中国人写的英文课本》（光碟版）也成为英文学习者的第一选择。他同时也投身基础数学教育，他为中学生编写实用的数学课本，期望透过详细解说，让学生更容易理解，逻辑思考更清晰。已出版《专门为中学生写的数学课本》。

译者简介：

NICHOLAS B. HAWKINS (郝凯扬)

　　美国史丹佛大学毕业，主修经济，副修数学、中文。曾任史丹佛国际发展中心助理研究员；北京德赛思创谘询中心见习生。曾为摩门教传教士来台宣教两年。以公费就读台大国际华语研习所一年，并担任台北家扶中心义工。中文听说读写流利，曾经拿过中文歌唱比赛冠军，正在努力学习台语。他并为本书录音。

解析者简介：

周正一

　　辅仁大学翻译学研究所英文笔译组硕士，淡江大学美国研究所博士班，现任教基隆女中。着有《英语文法Follow Me》。

序∕李家同
阅读本书的理想方式∕Nick Hawkins(郝凯扬)
我怎么挑选解析重点∕周正一
I Love My Students
吾爱吾徒
Who Am I?
我是谁？
Sight and Prejudice
视力与偏见
Growing Up
我已长大了
The Rich Man and the Beggar
富翁与乞丐
Tickets
车票
The Birthmark
胎记
True Faces
真面目

车票

我从小就怕过母亲节，因为我生下不久，就被母亲遗弃了。

每到母亲节，我就会感到不自在，因为母亲节前后，电视节目全是歌颂母爱的歌，电台更是如此，即使做个饼干广告，也都是母亲节的歌。对我而言，每一首这种歌曲都消受不了的。

我生下一个多月，就被人在新竹火车站发现了我，车站附近的警察们慌作一团地替我餵奶，这些大男生找到一位会餵奶的妇人，要不是她，我恐怕早已哭出病来。等到我吃饱了奶，安详睡去，这些警察伯伯轻手轻脚地将我送到了新竹县宝山乡的德兰中心，让那些成天笑嘻嘻的天主教修女伤脑筋。

我没有见过我的母亲，小时候只知道修女们带我长大，晚上其他的大哥哥、大姊姊都要念书，我无事可做，只好缠着修女，她们进圣堂念晚课，我跟着进去，有时钻进了祭台下面玩耍，有时对着在祈祷的修女们做鬼脸，更常常靠着修女睡着了，好心的修女会不等晚课念完，就先将我抱上楼去睡觉，我一直怀疑她们喜欢我，是因为我给她们一个熘出圣堂的大好机会。

我们虽然都是家遭变故的孩子，可是大多数都仍有家，过年、过节叔叔伯伯甚至兄长都会来接，只有我，连家在哪里，都不知道。

Tickets

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Ever since I was little, I’ve been afraid of Mother’s Day. That’s because shortly after I was born, I was abandoned by my mother.

Every time Mother’s Day rolls around, I feel ill at ease. Before and after the holiday, TV shows are always full of songs praising mothers, and radio stations are even worse. Even ads for crackers use Mother’s Day songs. To me, every one of these songs is insufferable.

Just over a month after I was born, I was discovered at the Hsinchu train station, where a group of policemen from the area frantically tried to find someone to feed me. These manly men eventually found a woman who could breast feed; without her, I probably would have cried until I made myself sick. After I had had my fill of milk, I fell peacefully asleep, and my police ”uncles” quietly took me to the Delan Center in Baoshan, Hsinchu County, so that I could cause trouble for the eternally cheerful Catholic nuns there.

I’d never seen my mother before as a child, all I knew was that I had been raised by the nuns. In the evening, my ”big brothers” and ”big sisters” had to study, but there was nothing for me to do except tag along with the nuns. When they’d go into the chapel for evening classes, I’d follow them in. Sometimes I’d worm my way under the altar to play, and sometimes I’d make faces at the praying sisters. Even more often, I’d fall asleep against the kind-hearted nuns, who would interrupt their lessons to carry me upstairs to bed. I always suspected that the real reason they liked me was because I gave them a great chance to slip out of the chapel.

Although we were all children of families that had met with misfortunes, most of the other kids still had homes. Their uncles or even their older brothers would come to pick them up for Chinese New Year and other holidays. I was the only one who didn’t even know where home was.

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