尼尔森作品

生日

这是我的生日，该吹熄蜡烛了，但其中一根蜡烛还燃着。我不断吹气，直到无气可吹，但火苗仍在那里燃烧，即使我用两根沾湿了口水的手指把它掐灭，但一松手，火苗又会重新迅速燃起。因此我们就坐在那里，依然戴着小小的、彩色的纸帽，默默盯着那根唯一的蜡烛自行燃烧到底。

BIRTHDAY

It was my birthday，it was time to blow the candles out，but one of the candles stayed lit.I huffed and puffed，until I had no air left，but the flame was still there.Even if I smothered it with two fingers moistened in spit， again it sprang up just as soon as I let go. So we remained seated，still wearing our small，colorful，paper hats， silently staring at the single candle while it burned down on its own.

阅读

即使是快速、略有心不在焉的阅读，所有人都会感到这个文本有什么不对劲。（剩余2307字）