忘记吃饭的那件事

类别：成长

讲述一名会计师重拾画笔，找回童年那种因专注而忘记时间的纯粹热爱。

时长 53 秒 · 语速 150 wpm

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When I was nine, I drew. 我九岁那会儿，特别喜欢画画。

Dragons, mostly, and maps of countries that didn't exist. 主要是画龙，还有那些根本不存在的国家地图。

I'd sit on the floor with my pencils, 我会带着彩铅坐在地板上，

and the world went away. 整个世界仿佛都消失了。

My mother would call, "Dinner!" 我妈会喊：“吃饭啦！”

I didn't hear her. 但我根本听不见。

The third time, she came and stood in the doorway, 喊到第三遍时，她走过来站在门口，

and I looked up, honestly surprised. 我抬起头，一脸茫然，是真的没反应过来。

It was dark outside. 外面天都黑了。

I hadn't noticed. 我居然一点都没发觉。

That's how I measure things now. 现在我就是用这种感觉来衡量事情的。

Not "What am I good at?" 不是问“我擅长什么？”

What made me forget dinner? 而是问“什么事能让我忘了吃饭？”

I stopped drawing at fourteen. 十四岁那年，我没再画了。

I'm an accountant. 现在我是一名会计。

Nobody has to call me three times for anything. 做什么事都不需要别人催我三遍了。

Last month, I bought a cheap set of pencils. 上个月，我买了一套便宜的彩铅。

When I looked up, it was ten o'clock, 等我抬起头时，已经十点整了，

and my tea was cold. 手边的茶早就凉了。

It was still there. 那种感觉还在。

It had been waiting, the whole time, 它一直都在那儿等着我，

on the floor of that room. 就在那个房间的地板上。