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1、Amy TanTwo KindsMy mother believed you could be anything you wanted to be in America. You could open a restaurant. You could work for the government and get good retirement. You could buy a house with almost no money down. You could become rich. You could become instantly famous. Of course, you can
2、be a prodigy, too, my mother told me when I was nine. You can be best anything. What does Auntie Lindo know? Her daughter, she is only best tricky. America was where all my mothers hopes lay. She had come to San Francisco in 1949 after losing everything in China: her mother and father, her home, her
3、 first husband, and two daughters, twin baby girls. But she never looked back with regret. Things could get better in so many ways. We didnt immediately pick the right kind of prodigy. At first my mother thought I could be a Chinese Shirley Temple. Wed watch Shirleys old movies on TV as though they
4、were training films. My mother would poke my arm and say, Ni kan.You watch. And I would see Shirley tapping her feet, or singing a sailor song, or pursing her lips into a very round O while saying Oh, my goodness. Ni kan, my mother said, as Shirleys eyes flooded with tears. You already know how. Don
5、t need talent for crying! Soon after my mother got this idea about Shirley Temple, she took me to the beauty training school in the Mission District and put me in the hands of a student who could barely hold the scissors without shaking. Instead of getting big fat curls, I emerged with an uneven mas
6、s of crinkly black fuzz. My mother dragged me off to the bathroom and tried to wet down my hair. You look like a Negro Chinese, she lamented, as if I had done this on purpose. The instructor of the beauty training school had to lop off these soggy clumps to make my hair even again. Peter Pan is very
7、 popular these days the instructor assured my mother. I now had bad hair the length of a boys, with curly bangs that hung at a slant two inches above my eyebrows. I liked the haircut, and it made me actually look forward to my future fame. In fact, in the beginning I was just as excited as my mother
8、, maybe even more so. I pictured this prodigy part of me as many different images, and I tried each one on for size. I was a dainty ballerina girl standing by the curtain, waiting to hear the music that would send me floating on my tiptoes. I was like the Christ child lifted out of the straw manger,
9、 crying with holy indignity. I was Cinderella stepping from her pumpkin carriage with sparkly cartoon music filling the air. In all of my imaginings I was filled with a sense that I would soon become perfect: My mother and father would adore me. I would be beyond reproach. I would never feel the nee
10、d to sulk, or to clamor for anything. But sometimes the prodigy in me became impatient. If you dont hurry up and get me out of here, Im disappearing for good, it warned. And then youll always be nothing. Every night after dinner my mother and I would sit at the Formica topped kitchen table. She woul
11、d present new tests, taking her examples from stories of amazing children that she read in Ripleys Believe It or Not or Good Housekeeping, Readers digest, or any of a dozen other magazines she kept in a pile in our bathroom. My mother got these magazines from people whose houses she cleaned. And sin
12、ce she cleaned many houses each week, we had a great assortment. She would look through them all, searching for stories about remarkable children. The first night she brought out a story about a three-year-old boy who knew the capitals of all the states and even the most of the European countries. A
13、 teacher was quoted as saying that the little boy could also pronounce the names of the foreign cities correctly. Whats the capital of Finland? my mother asked me, looking at the story. All I knew was the capital of California, because Sacramento was the name of the street we lived on in Chinatown.
14、Nairobi! I guessed, saying the most foreign word I could think of. She checked to see if that might be one way to pronounce Helsinki before showing me the answer. The tests got harder - multiplying numbers in my head, finding the queen of hearts in a deck of cards, trying to stand on my head without
15、 using my hands, predicting the daily temperatures in Los Angeles, New York, and London. One night I had to look at a page from the Bible for three minutes and then report everything I could remember. Now Jehoshaphat had riches and honor in abundance and.thats all I remember, Ma, I said. And after s
16、eeing, once again, my mothers disappointed face, something inside me began to die. I hated the tests, the raised hopes and failed expectations. Before going to bed that night I looked in the mirror above the bathroom sink, and I saw only my face staring back - and understood that it would always be this ordinary face - I began to cry. Such a sad, ugly girl! I made high - pitched noises like a crazed animal, trying to scratch out the face in th
