One day when I was 12, my mother ga

One day when I was 12, my mother gave me an order: I was to walk to the public library, and borrow at least one book for the summer. This was one more weapon for her to defeat my strange problem — inability to read.
In the library, I found my way into the “Children’s Room.” I sat down on the floor and pulled a few books off the shelf at random. The cover of a book caught my eye. It presented a picture of a beagle. I had recently had a beagle, the first and only animal companion I ever had as a child. He was my secret sharer, but one morning, he was gone, given away to someone who had the space and the money to care for him. I never forgot my beagle.
There on the book’s cover was a beagle which looked identical to my dog. I ran my fingers over the picture of the dog on the cover. My eyes ran across the title, Amos, the Beagle with a Plan. Unknowingly, I had read the title. Without opening the book, I borrowed it from the library for the summer.
Under the shade of a bush, I started to read about Amos. I read very, very slowly with difficulty. Though pages were turned slowly, I got the main idea of the story about a dog who, like mine, had been separated from his family and who finally found his way back home. That dog was my dog, and I was the little boy in the book. At the end of the story, my mind continued the final scene of reunion, on and on, until my own lost dog and I were, in my mind, running together.
My mother’s call returned me to the real world. I suddenly realized something: I had read a book, and I had loved reading that book. Everyone knew I could not read. But I had read it. Books could be incredibly wonderful and I was going to read them.
I never told my mother about my “miraculous” (奇迹般地) experience that summer, but she saw a slow but remarkable improvement in my classroom performance during the next year. And years later, she was proud that her son had read thousands of books, was awarded a PhD in literature, and authored his own books, articles, poetry and fiction. The power of the words has held.

結果 (中文) 1:

有一天，当我还是 12，我妈妈给我命令: 我是走到公立图书馆，并在夏天借至少一本书。这是一个更多的武器，为她打败我奇怪的问题 — — 无法阅读。在库中，我发现我方式入"孩子们的房间"。我坐在地板上，拉几本书从书架上随意。书的封面吸引我的目光。它提出了比格犬的图片。我最近有过小猎犬号、 第一只动物同伴过作为一个孩子。他是我秘密的分享，但一天早上，他一走，赠送给了空间和金钱来照顾他的人。我永远不会忘了我的小猎犬。有这本书的封面上是一只警犬，看上去我的狗完全相同。我用手指在狗的图片在封面上。我的眼睛遇到标题，阿莫斯，贝格尔号的计划。不知不觉，我已经读标题。而无需打开这本书，我就从图书馆借这个夏天。树荫下的布什，我开始阅读关于阿莫斯。我读得非常、 非常缓慢吃力。虽然页面被慢慢转过身，我的故事主要思路养狗的人，像我的离开了他的家人，他们终于找到了他回家的路。那只狗是我的小狗，这本书里的小男孩。在故事的结尾，我脑子里仍一直决赛现场的团聚，等等，直到我自己丢失的狗和我，在我看来，跑在一起。我妈妈叫我回到了现实世界。我突然意识到: 我读过一本书，和我爱过在读那本书。每个人都知道我无法读取。但我读完它。书可能是难以置信的精彩，我要读它们。我永远不会告诉我母亲我"奇迹般"(奇迹般地) 的经验，那年夏天，但她看到我在明年的课堂表现缓慢而显著改善。年后，她感到自豪的是她的儿子已经读万卷书，被授予博士学位在文献中，并撰写自己的书籍、 文章、 诗歌和小说。举行了文字的力量。