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1这是个凉快的九月天。我从布鲁克林的一个法庭走了出来,手里握着我的人籍证。站在法庭外的台阶上,我想挥舞着这一纸证书一路跑回母亲的住处,恰似理所应当地打败了战场上敌军的首领。
1 This is a cool September day. I walked out of a courtroom in Brooklyn and held my citizenship card in my hand. Standing on the steps outside the courtroom, I would like to waver this paper certificate and run all the way back to my mother’s residence, just as I have deservedly defeated the leader of the enemy on the battlefield.