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黑莓，是BUSH，灌木丛，不是树，所以不能用一棵、一株这样的的量词。咖啡猫翻成“一丛”，是对的。
内文翻得挺好，很美的一篇文章。
The Blackberry-Bush
一丛黑莓
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A little boy sat at his mother's knees, by the long western window, looking out into the garden. It was autumn, and the wind was sad; and the golden elm leaves lay scattered about among the grass, and on the gravel path. The mother was knitting a little stocking; her fingers moved the bright needles; but her eyes were fixed on the clear evening sky.
小男孩坐在妈妈的膝旁，透过朝西的长窗，向花园望去。入秋了，风凄冷地吹着，金黄色的榆叶飘零而落，散落在草地间，洒落在砾石小径上。小男孩的妈妈正织着一只宝宝的长袜，她手指在银亮的毛线针间穿梭，而眼睛却凝望着澄清的夜空。
As the darkness gathered, the wee boy laid his head on her lap and kept so still that, at last, she leaned forward to look into his dear round face. He was not asleep, but was watching very earnestly a blackberry-bush, that waved its one tall, dark-red spray in the wind outside the fence.
暮色渐深，小男孩把头靠在妈妈的膝头，一动不动。妈妈不犹得探下身，去看看他可爱的小圆脸。他并没有睡着，只是痴痴地盯着栅栏外的一丛黑莓树，看着它在秋风中舞动着一树暗红的长枝。
"What are you thinking about, my darling?" she said, smoothing his soft, honey-colored hair.
“在想什么呢，宝贝？”妈妈一边抚摸着他柔软的蜜色的头发，一边问。
"The blackberry-bush, mamma; what does it say? It keeps nodding, nodding to me behind the fence; what does it say, mamma?"
“是那丛黑莓树，妈妈，它在说什么呢？它不停地点头，在篱笆那边向我点头，它在说什么呢？妈妈？”
"It says," she answered, `I see a happy little boy in the warm, fire-lighted room. The wind blows cold, and here it is dark and lonely; but that little boy is warm and happy and safe at his mother's knees. I nod to him, and he looks at me. I wonder if he knows how happy he is!
“它在说呀，”妈妈答道，“‘我看见一个幸福的小男孩待在屋子里，屋里生着暖暖的炉火。屋外寒风凛冽，昏暗清冷；而那个小男孩却依偎在妈妈的膝前，那么安然，那么温暖，那么幸福。我向他点着头，他也望着我。我在想，他知不知道自己有多幸福！’”
"`See, all my leaves are dark crimson. Every day they dry and wither more and more; by and by they will be so weak they can scarcely cling to my branches, and the north wind will tear them all away, and nobody will remember them any more. Then the snow will sink down and wrap me close. Then the snow will melt again and icy rain will clothe me, and the bitter wind will rattle my bare twigs up and down.
“看呀，我的叶子都已变成暗红色，而且一天比一天干枯。不久以后，它们将无力依附在我的树枝上，而任由北风撕扯，一片不剩。没有人还会想起它们。而后，雪盖了下来，紧裹着我身体。积雪融化，冷雨又将包围我。刺骨的寒风咆啸着，摇撼着我光秃秃的树枝，摇得我东倒西歪。
"`I nod my head to all who pass, and dreary nights and dreary days go by; but in the happy house, so warm and bright, the little boy plays all day with books and toys. His mother and his father cherish him; he nestles on their knees in the red firelight at night, while they read to him lovely stories, or sing sweet old songs to him,--the happy little boy! And outside I peep over the snow and see a stream of ruddy light from a crack in the window- shutter, and I nod out here alone in the dark, thinking how beautiful it is.
我向每一个路过身边的人点头，苦挨着漫漫长夜和白昼。而在那个温暖明亮，充满着欢乐的屋子里，小男孩整天都在游戏，有书看，也有玩具玩。爸爸妈妈是那么宠爱他。夜晚，在火红的炉火前，他依偎在父母的膝头，听他们讲好听的故事，听他们唱甜美的老歌，幸福的男孩呀。屋外的我，透过积雪，悄悄张望，看到一丝红光从窗隙中射出。我在黑暗中独自点着头，暗想着这有多么美好。
"`And here I wait patiently. I take the snow and the rain and the cold, and I am not sorry, but glad; for in my roots I feel warmth and life, and I know that a store of greenness and beauty is shut up safe in my small brown buds. Day and night go again and again; little by little the snow melts all away; the ground grows soft; the sky is blue; the little birds fly over crying, "It is spring! it is spring!" Ah! then through all my twigs I feel the slow sap stirring.
我在这儿耐心地等着，承受着风雪严寒。可我并不难过，反而感到一丝喜悦。从树根处，我感受到了温暖和生命的萌动。我知道我小小的，褐色的蓓蕾还好好的紧闭着，里面蕴藏着来年的绿意和美丽。日子一天天的过去，雪一点点的消融，大地变得松软，天空变得碧蓝，小鸟边飞边呼唤着“春来啦！春来啦！”啊，我感到了在我每一根枝梢里，那缓缓的树液的悸动。
"`Warmer grow the sunbeams, and softer the air. The small blades of grass creep thick about my feet; the sweet rain helps swell my shining buds. More and more I push forth my leaves, till out I burst in a gay green dress, and nod in joy and pride. The little boy comes running to look at me, and cries, "Oh, mamma! the little blackberry-bush is alive and beautiful and green. Oh, come and see!" And I hear; and I bow my head in the summer wind; and every day they watch me grow more beautiful, till at last I shake out blossoms, fair and fragrant.
阳光热力渐强，天气也日渐温暖。小草的叶子密密地爬满了我的脚，甘甜的雨露滋润着我闪亮的叶芽儿。我拼命长着我的叶子，当绿衣披满全身时，我欢欣而自豪地点着头。小男孩跑到我身边，看着我，喊到“哦，妈妈！小黑莓树又活了，好绿，好漂亮。哦，快来看呀！”我听见了，在夏风中摇曳，轻轻低下头。而后的每一天，他们都会来看我，看到我越来越美丽，直到有一天，绽放出姣美的花朵，散发出芬芳。
"`A few days more, and I drop the white petals down among the grass, and, lo! the green tiny berries! Carefully I hold them up to the sun; carefully I gather the dew in the summer nights; slowly they ripen; they grow larger and redder and darker, and at last they are black, shining, delicious. I hold them as high as I can for the little boy, who comes dancing out. He shouts with joy, and gathers them in his dear hand; and he runs to share them with his mother, saying, "Here is what the patient blackberry-bush bore for us: see how nice, mamma!"
几天后，我把白色的花瓣抖落在草丛间。看呀，小青莓长出来了！我小心地把它们托向太阳，小心的收集夏夜的露水。它们日渐成熟，越长越大，颜色越来越红，越深，最后长成了乌黑晶亮，鲜美多汁的果子。我把它们高高地捧给小男孩，他手舞足蹈地跑了出来，欢叫着用他可爱的小手采摘着果子，又跑回妈妈身边，和她一起品赏。小男孩子说：“这就是耐心的黑莓丛带给我们的：看呀，多好呀，妈妈！”
"`Ah! then indeed I am glad, and would say, if I could, "Yes, take them, dear little boy; I kept them for you, held them long up to sun and rain to make them sweet and ripe for you;" and I nod and nod in full content, for my work is done. From the window he watches me and thinks, "There is the little blackberry-bush that was so kind to me. I see it and I love it. I know it is safe out there nodding all alone, and next summer it will hold ripe berries up for me to gather again." '"
啊，那时，我才真的感到欣慰，如果我会说话，我要说“是的，拿去吧，亲爱的小男孩。这就是给你的。我把它们在阳光和雨露中举了那么长时间，让它们变甜变熟，就是为了给你。”我心满意足地点着头，我的任务完成了。透过窗户，小男子注视着我，他在想“这就是那丛黑莓，对我这么好。我了解它，爱它。我知道，它一直在那里独自点着头，而明年夏天它又会结出熟透的黑莓，让我采摘。
Then the wee boy smiled, and liked the little story. His mother took him up in her arms, and they went out to supper and left the blackberry-bush nodding up and down in the wind; and there it is nodding yet.
小男孩子笑了，他喜欢这个小故事。妈妈把他抱起来，出去吃晚饭。只留下黑莓树在风中上下点着头。直到如今，它还在那里点着头呢。