【分享】两片树叶的爱情Ole and Trufa

转角 · 发表于 2011-12-8 11:33:09

THE FOREST was large and thickly overgrown with all kinds of leaf-bearing trees. Usually, it is cold this time of year and it even happens that it snow, but this November was relatively warm. You might have thought it was summer except that the whole forest was strewn with fallen leaves－some yellow as saffron, some red as wine, some the color of gold and some of mixed color. The leaves had been torn down by the rain, by the wind, some by day, some at night, and they now formed a deep carpet over the forest floor. Although their juices had run dry, the leaves still exuded a pleasant aroma. The sun shone down on them through the living branches, and worms and flies which had somehow survived the autumn storms crawled over them. The space beneath the leaves provided hiding places for crickets, field mice and many other creatures who sought protection in the earth.

   At times during cold and stormy nights, Trufa would complain: “My time had come, Ole, but you hand on!”

   “What for?” Ole asked. “Without you, my life is senseless. If you fall, I'll fall with you.”

   “No, Ole, don't do it! So long as a leaf can stay up it mustn't let go.”

   “It all depends if you stay with me,” Ole replied. “By day I look at you and admire your beauty. At night I sense your fragrance. Be the only leaf on a tree? No never!”

   “Ole, your words are so sweet but they're not true,” Trufa said. “You know very well that I'm no longer pretty. Look how wrinkled I am, how shriveled I've become! Only one thing is still left me－my love for you.”

   “Isn't that enough? Of all our powers love the highest, the finest,” Ole said. “So long as we love each other we remain here, and no wind, rain or storm can destroy us. I'll tell you something, Trufa－I never loved you as much as I love you now.”

   “Why, Ole? Why? I'm all yellow.”

   “Who says green is pretty and yellow is not? All colors are equally handsome.”

   And just as Ole spoke these words, that which Trufa had feared all these months happened－a wind came up and tore Ole loose from the twig. Trufa began to tremble and flutter until it seemed that she, too, would soon be torn away, but she held fast. She saw Ole fall and sway in the air, and she called to him in leafy language: “Ole! Come back! Ole! Ole!”

   But before she could even finish, Ole vanished from sight. He blended in with the other leaves on the ground, and Trufa was left all alone on the tree.

   So long as it was still day, Trufa managed somehow to endure her grief. But when it grew dark and cold and a piercing rain began to fall, she sank into despair. Somehow she felt that the blame for all the leafy misfortunes lay with the tree, the trunk with all its mighty limbs. Leaves fell, but the trunk stood tall, thick and firmly rooted in the ground. No wind, rain or hail could upset it. What did it matter to a tree, which probably lived forever, what become of a leaf? To Trufa, the trunk was a kind of god. It covered itself with leaves for a few months, then it shook them off. It nourished them with its sap for as long as it pleased, then it let them die of thirst. Trufa pleaded with the tree to give her back her Ole, to make it summer again, but the tree didn’t heed her prayers.

   Trufa didn't think a night could be so long as this one—so dark, so frosty. She spoke to Ole and hoped for an answer, but Ole was silent and gave no sign of his presence.

   Trufa said to the tree: “Since you've taken Ole from me, take me too.”

   But even this prayer the tree didn't acknowledge.

   After a while, Trufa dozed off. This wasn't sleep but a strange languor. Trufa awoke and to her amazement found that she was no longer handing on the tree. The wind had blown her down while she was asleep. This was different from the way she used to feel when she awoke on the tree with the sunrise. All her fears and anxieties had now vanished. The awakening also brought with it an awareness she had never felt before. She knew now that she wasn't just a leaf that depended on every whim of the wind, but that she was part of the universe. Through some mysterious force, Trufa understood the miracle of her molecules, atoms, protons and electrons－the enormous energy she represented and the divine plan of which she was a part.

   Next to her lay Ole, and they greeted each other with a love they hadn't been aware of before. This wasn't a love that depended on chance or caprice, but a love as mighty and eternal as the universe itself. That which they had feared all the days and nights between April and November turned out to be not death but redemption. A breeze came and lifted Ole and Trufa in the air and they soared with the bliss known only by those who have freed themselves and have joined with eternity.

词语注释:crawl n. 爬行;缓慢的行进 cricket n. 蟋蟀,板球 fragrance n. 芬芳,香味 languor n. 怠惰,疲倦,无气力 leafy adj. 叶茂盛的,多叶的, 叶状的 overgrown  adj. 长得很快,杂草丛生

转角 · 发表于 2011-12-8 11:33:28

暂时还没有读完。。。。。

小迷家9527 · 发表于 2011-12-8 11:51:02

暂时先回复一下

转角 · 发表于 2011-12-8 11:51:35

yl_rong 发表于 2011-12-8 11:51
# |( O; V, V# G u$ [ q' R暂时先回复一下

小迷家9527 · 发表于 2011-12-8 11:53:22

烟花妹妹发表于 2011-12-8 11:51

谢谢妹妹分享
英语学起

忽然之间 · 发表于 2011-12-8 11:57:46

我想起了 puma at large

1652044081 · 发表于 2011-12-8 14:07:52

看得懂葡萄牙语，看不懂英语的人灰过

天天快乐 · 发表于 2012-2-19 19:31:57

很真实

zhanglixia1102 · 发表于 2012-2-22 19:09:31

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【分享】两片树叶的爱情Ole and Trufa

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