I watched quietly as my little brot

I watched quietly as my little brother was caught in the act. He sat in the corner of the living room, a pen in one hand and my father's new book in the other.
As my father walked into the room, my brother cowered slowly. He sensed that he had done something wrong. From a distance I could see that he had opened my father's new book and scribbled in it. Now, looking at my father in fear, he and I both waited for his punishment.
My father picked up his prized book, looked at it carefully, and then sat down, without saying a word. Books were valuable to him. He was a clergyman and for him, books were knowledge.What he did next was unbelievable. Instead of punishing my brother, he sat down, took the pen from my brother's hands, and then wrote in the book himself, alongside the scribbles John had made:
John s work, 1959, age 2. How many times have I looked into your beautiful face and into your warm, alert eyes looking up at me? And how many times have I thanked God for the one who has now scribbled in my new book?
"Wow," I thought, "This is punishment?" The years and the books came and went. Our family experienced what all families go through and perhaps a little bit more: happiness and sadness, laughter and tears. We always knew our parents loved us and that one of the proofs of their love was the book. From time to time we would open it, look at the scribbles, read my father's expression of love, and feel proud.

結果 (中文) 1:

我静静地看着我的小弟弟被当场抓住。他坐在客厅里，手里握笔和我父亲的新书在另一角。当我父亲走进房间，我的弟弟慢慢蜷缩。他感觉到他做错事了。从远处看，他开了我父亲的新书，草草地写它。现在，看看我的父亲在恐惧中，他和我都等待着他的惩罚。我的父亲捡他珍贵的书，仔细，看着它，然后坐了下来，没有说一句话。书是他最宝贵的。他是一位牧师，对他来说，书是知识。他下一步做的就是令人难以置信。而不是惩罚我的弟弟，他坐下来，从我哥哥的手，拿起笔，然后写在书自己，一起涂鸦约翰取得了︰约翰的工作，1959 年，2 岁。到你美丽的脸和你温暖、 警觉的眼睛仰望着我，有看多少次？和多少次有我感谢上帝的人现在已上潦草地写在我的新书吗？"哇，"我想，"这是惩罚？"年和书来来去去。我们的家庭经历了什么所有的家庭都会通过和可能多一点点︰ 幸福和悲伤，欢笑和泪水。我们一直都知道我们的父母爱我们，他们的爱的证明之一是这本书。次又一次我们会打开它，看看涂鸦、 读父亲的爱的表达，和感到自豪。

結果 (中文) 3:

我静静地看着我的小弟弟被抓住的行为。他坐在起居室的角落里，一只笔，一只手和我父亲的新书在另一只手上。我的父亲走进我的房间，我弟弟慢慢蜷缩。他意识到他做错了什么事。从远处我看见他打开父亲的新书写在这。现在，在恐惧中看着我的父亲，他和我都在等待他的惩罚。我父亲拿起他那本珍贵的书，仔细地看了看，然后坐下来，一句话也没有说。书对他很有价值。他是一位牧师，对他来说，书是知识。他接下来是不可思议的。而不是惩罚我的哥哥，他坐下来，拿起钢笔从我哥哥的手，然后写了书中的自己，除了涂鸦约翰了：约翰的工作，1959岁，2岁。有多少次我看着你美丽的脸，进入你温暖的，警惕的眼睛看着我？有多少次我感谢上帝的人现在已经写在我的新书？“哇，”我想，“这是惩罚吗？”这些年来，书籍来了又去。我们的家庭经历了所有的家庭经历，也许更多的是：幸福和悲伤，笑声和眼泪。我们总是知道我们的父母爱我们，他们的爱的证明之一是书。我们不时会打开它，看涂鸦，看我父亲的爱的表达，而感到骄傲。