To The Bee
星期三 十二月 10, 2008 4:02 am
To The Bee
Written by 许蔚
The morning.1 stung by a bee stood alone under a tree thinking about something.
1 murmured: who am I? am I who? I who am? I am who?
2 came by with a book opened scared at the scene, and said with a trembling tone: Hey, silly. What’s the matter?
1: First, I’m not silly. Second, I’m thinking about a serious question.
2: Then, what’s that bothers you? Mr. Silly.
1: Well. Who am I?
2: I don’t know(2 stare at 1)If you don’t know, how could I know?
1: The thing is I was stung by a bee.
( The bee blowing his head and whispered: I don’t know either. This guy just in my way, and I hate that.)
But I’m not hurt, ‘cause I don’t feel the pain.
(The bee : Am I ill? Ouch! It’s painful! Silly ! )
I feel I may not be the guy who should live here. (mean his body).
2: Oh, man, what a pity! But I do live here. (mean the place).
(The bee: And I live here too.)
2 stung by the bee, and screamed: Ouch! Who?
(the bee: I don’t know.)
1: Who is Who?
The afternoon.2 sat in a chair with his eyes fixed on the book.
3: Hey, Silly!
2: Hey, Piggy!
3: What did you have?
2 misunderstood and said: A book. Absolutely!
3: I don’t know man can live by a book.
2: Yes, about honey.
3: Oh! Must be delicious! Right?
2: Well, not bad. As the man lives here said.
3: Who lives there?
2: I don’t know. Somebody you called silly, maybe.
3: Oh, you are the man who stung by the bee.
2: I’m not. (am I?)
3: On, poor man!
The evening. The dying bee leaned to the tree, dreaming about his flying life, and said: who’s there?
1: not me.
3: yes, you’re not.
3: Then who?
2: I don’t know. (close the book)
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