shirleyxu's Journal

蜡烛的伟大

这个星期对敦敦来说是具有历史意义的，敦敦第一次在朋友家留宿一周。美滋滋地品尝着离开家的滋味。他从不主动打电话给我们，倒让我们二老有点六神无主，找不着感觉。孩子的感觉很正，星期三我们厚脸皮地邀请他们两个小朋友忙里偷闲回家来吃顿晚饭，我抓机会想跟他们多聊聊天，敦敦礼貌地告诉我，老妈请你不要影响我们看碟片，俨然一幅有友万事足的样子。

前几天，在这童年水晶般的友情滋润下，敦敦突发奇想地自己坐在电脑旁边说要写篇寓言，他用了十几分钟写了蜡烛如何为友情燃烧，寥寥几笔勾勒出他眼中的朋友和伟大。让我和老公读后着实感动了半天。老公很有自知之明地说，寓言中老人显然指的是我，旧书是敦敦的好朋友，这孩子看重友情，心里的情感满的溢了出来，真是一不留神又受了回孩子对我们进行的爱的教育。

How the candle found its friend

On a warm summer night, a bar owner was about to sleep. The wind rustled the leaves on the tree beside his window. The old man sighed, "O tree, why do you rustle cheerfully as ever could be, while I, grow older by the day?" He moved his old body onto his bed and slept. He forgot to blow out the candle so it flickered on, into the night.

The candle looked around itself. A toothpick hopped out and said, "I am the great picker of teeth!" "I am the creator of words", said the pencil. The candle humbly asked, "What good am I then?"

"You are the bringer of light, a wise old book replied, "They are naught but fools pretending to be great. They have no true knowledge; they are mere tools in my eyes." The candle looked up at the wise old book, "What is greatness in your eyes then, my friend?" "To believe in freedom, bear in slavery, and be strong until the end", replied the book.

That night the candle shined brighter than the stars for it had something keeping it burning on, a friend.