第48章 荞麦 The Buckwheat (第2/4页)

at did not bend like the other grain, but erected its head proudly and stiffly on the stem.

“我和其他谷物一样有价值，” 它说，“而且我比它们好看多了；我的花就像苹果花的盛开一样美丽，看着我们是一种享受。

“I am as valuable as any other corn,” said he, “and I am much handsomer; my flowers are as beautiful as the bloom of the apple blossom, and it is a pleasure to look at us.

你知道有什么比我们更漂亮的吗，你这棵老柳树？”

do you know of anything prettier than we are, you old willow-tree?”

柳树点了点头，好像在说：“我当然知道。”

And the willow-tree nodded his head, as if he would say, “Indeed I do.”

但是荞麦骄傲地舒展着自己，说道：“这棵笨树；它太老了，身上都长出草来了。”

but the buckwheat spread itself out with pride, and said, “Stupid tree; he is so old that grass grows out of his body.”

一场非常可怕的暴风雨来临了。

there arose a very terrible storm.

所有的野花都把花瓣合拢起来，或者低下它们小小的脑袋，当暴风雨掠过它们时，但是荞麦却骄傲地挺立着。

All the field-flowers folded their leaves together, or bowed their little heads, while the storm passed over them, but the buckwheat stood erect in its pride.

“像我们这样低下头吧。” 花儿们说。

“bend your head as we do,” said the flowers.

“我没必要这样做。” 荞麦回答道。

“I have no occasion to do so,” replied the buckwheat.

“像我们这样低下头吧。” 麦穗们喊道；“暴风雨天使就要来了；他的翅膀从天空伸展到大地。

“bend your head as we do,” cried the ears of corn; “the angel of the storm is ing; his wings spread from the sky above to the earth beneath.

在你来得及求饶之前他就会把你击倒。”

he will strike you down before you can cry for mercy.”

“但我不会低下头的。” 荞麦说。

“but I will