读《丢失的一角》英文版

   

读《丢失的一角》英文版

    《丢失的一角》我们每个人都是不完美的圆，有自己缺失的一角，一直在寻找让自己完美的办法，寻找的过程有花香，有蝴蝶，有发现的欣喜，有失落的情绪，最重要的是有希望。有一天我们找到了和自己完全一致的一角，却无法开口歌唱，也会因为跑得太快而错失风景。最后当我们放下那丢失的一角，再一次不完美时，也再一次踏上寻找的旅程，那会有新的欢喜。

The Missing Piece

-Shel Silverstein

It was missing a piece.

And it was not happy.

So it set off in search

of its missing piece.

And as it rolled

it sang this song --

"Oh, I'm lookin' for my missin' piece

I'm lookin' for my missin' piece

Hi-dee-ho, here I go,

Lookin' for my missin' piece."

Sometimes it baked in the sun

but then the cool rain would come down.

And sometimes it was frozen by the snow

but then the sun would come and warm it again.

And because it was missing a piece

it could not roll very fast

so it would stop

to talk to a worm

or smell a flower

and sometimes it would pass a beetle

and sometimes the beetle

would pass it

and this was the best time of all.

And on it went,

over oceans

"Oh I'm lookin' for my missin' piece

Over land and over seas

So grease my knees and fleece my bees

I'm lookin' for my missin' piece."

through swamps and jungles

up mountains

and down mountains

Until one day, lo and behold!

"I've found my missin' piece," it sang,

"I've found my missin' piece

So grease my knees and fleece my bees

I've found my..."

"Wait a minute," said the piece.

"Before you go greasing your knees

And fleecing your bees...

"I am not your missing piece.

I am nobody's piece.

I am my own piece.

And even if I was

somebody's missing piece

I don't think I'd be yours!"

"Oh," it sang sadly,

"I'm sorry to have bothered you."

And on it rolled.

It found another piece

but this one was too small.

And this one was too big

this one was a little too sharp

and this one was too square.

One time it seemed

to have found

the perfect piece

but it didn't hold tightly enough

and lost it.

Another time

it held too tightly

and it broke.

So on and on it rolled,

having adventures

falling into holes

and bumbing into stone walls.

And then one day it came upon

another piece that seemed

to be just right.

"Hi," it said.

"Hi," said the piece.

"Are you anybody else's missing piece?"

"Not that I know of."

"Well, maybe you want to be your own piece?"

"I can be someone else's and still be my own."

"Well, maybe you don't want to be mine."

"Maybe I do."

"Maybe we won't fit...."

"Well..."

"Hummm?"

"Ummmm!"

It fit!

It fit perfectly!

At last! At last!

And away it rolled

and because it was

now complete,

it rolled faster

and faster.

Faster than it had

ever rolled before!

So fast that it could not stop

to talk to a worm

or smell a flower

too fast for a butterfly to land.

But it could sing it's happy song,

at last it could sing

"I've found my missing piece."

And it began to sing-

"I've frown my nizzin' geez

Uf vroun my mitzin' brees

So krease ny meas

An bleez ny drees

Uf frown..."

Oh my, now that

it was complete

it could not sing at all.

"Aha," it thought.

"So that's how it is!"

So it stopped rolling...

and it set the piece down gently,

and slowly rolled away

and as it rolled it softly sang-

"Oh I'm lookin' for my missin' piece

I'm looking for my missin' piece

Hi-dee-ho, here I go,

Lookin' for my missin' piece."