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从前，有一个又高大又强壮的孩子。他以为自己就是一个男子汉了。 “看! ”他对母亲说，"我是一个男子汉了！把父亲的剑给我， 我会照顾你的。” "那太好了！"他母亲说,然后把剑给了他，叹了口气，笑了笑。 孩子很强壮，轻而易举地拿着剑到处挥舞着。 "看!"他说，"我可以很容易地就舞动它。如果我在路上碰到一只狮子或者一头熊，我一挥，就能把它杀死。” "那将多光荣啊！ ”他母亲说，接着又叹了口气，笑了笑。 但是当那个孩子把剑收回剑鞘时，刚好衣服上的一个饰针剐了手指，戳破了一块肉。 "噢！妈妈!"他哭着说，"这个该死的饰针划破了我的手指。看！滴了一大滴血！噢！好疼哦！"他伤心地哭着。 "谢天谢地丨”他母亲说，“你还是个孩子啊！ 然后她吻了吻他受伤的手指，把它包扎起来。她哭了,但流下的却是高兴的泪水。 The Strong Child There was once a child who was so big and strong that he thought he was a man. “See!” he said to his mother, “I am a man! Give me my father's sword, and I will take care of you. ” “That will be beautiful!” said his mother； and she gave him the sword, and sighed and smiled. The child held the sword lightly, he was so strong，and brandished it about. “Look!” he said, “I can wield it easily. If we meet a lion or a bear on the road, I will kill it with one blow, thus!” “That will be glorious!” said the mother； and she sighed and smiled. But when the child put the sword back in the sheath, it chanced that he caught his finger on a pin that was on his dress, and tore the flesh. “Oh, mother!” he cried. “This dreadful pin has scratched my finger. Look! Here is a great drop of blood! Oh! How it hurts!” And he wept bitterly. “Thank God!” said the mother. “You are still a child.” And she kissed the finger, and bound it up, and wept too, for joy. |
