THE LITTLE PINK ROSE
Once there was a little pink Rosebud, and she lived down in a little dark house under the ground. One day she was sitting there, all by herself, and it was very still. Suddenly, she heard a little tap, tap, tap, at the door.
"Who is that?" she said.
"It's the Rain, and I want to come in," said a soft, sad, little voice.
"No, you can't come in," the little Rosebud said. By and by she heard another little tap, tap, tap, on the window pane.
"Who is there?" she said.
The same soft little voice answered, "It's the Rain, and I want to come in!"
"No, you can't come in," said the little Rosebud. Then it was very still for a long time. At last, there came a little rustling, whispering sound, all round the window: rustle, whisper, whisper.
"Who is there?" said the little Rosebud.
"It 's the Sunshine," said a little, soft, cheery voice, 'and I want to come in! "
"N -- no," said the little pink rose, "you can't come in." And she sat still again.
Pretty soon, she heard the sweet little rustling noise at the key-hole.
"Who is there?" she said.
"It 's the Sunshine," said the cheery little voice, "and I want to come in, I want to come in!"
"No, no," said the little pink rose, "you cannot come in."
By and by, as she sat so still, she heard tap, tap, tap, and rustle, whisper, rustle, all up and down the window pane, and on the door, and at the key-hole.
"Who is there?" she said.
"It's the Rain, and the Sun, the Rain and the Sun," said two little voices, together, "and we want to come in! We want to come in! We want to come in!"
"Dear, dear," said the little Rosebud, "if there are two of you, I s'pose I shall have to let you in."
So she opened the door a little wee crack, and they came in. And one took one of her little hands, and the other took her other little hand, and they ran, ran, ran with her, right up to the top of the ground. Then they said, --
"Poke your head through!"
So she poked her head through; and she was in the midst of a beautiful garden. It was springtime, and all the other flowers had their heads poked through; and she was the prettiest little pink rose in the whole garden!
粉红色的小玫瑰
最开始，有一个小小的粉粉的玫瑰花骨朵，住在地底下的一个小小的黑屋子里。一天她一个人坐在那儿，外面安静极了，什么声音都没有。突然，她听到一阵轻轻的“嗒、嗒、嗒”的声音，打在门上。
“外面是谁啊？”她说。
“是雨滴，我想进来可以吗？”一个柔软又略带哀伤的声音轻轻地说道。
“不，你不能进来，”小玫瑰花骨朵说。渐渐地，她又听到另外一阵“嗒、嗒、嗒”的声音敲在窗棂上。
“窗上是谁啊？”她问。
一个相同的软软的声音说，“是雨滴，我真的很想进去啊！”
“不行，你不能进来。”小玫瑰花骨朵说。接着便是好长时间的一段寂静。最后，她又听到了轻轻的沙沙声，还有人在悄悄说话的声音。所有的声音都围在窗户边：沙沙……嘘嘘……嘘嘘……
“外面是谁呀？”小玫瑰花骨朵问。
“是阳光！”一个小小的、软软的声音开心的说道，“我想进来可以吗？”
“呃——不行，”粉红色的小玫瑰说，“你不能进来。”她还是在那里坐着，一动不动。
一会儿，她听见门上的钥匙孔里面，也传来了一阵甜甜的、轻轻的沙沙声。
“谁在那儿？”她问。
“是阳光呀！”一个声音充满欢喜地说道，“我想进来，我想进来呀！”
“不，不，”粉红的小玫瑰连连说，“你不能进来。”
渐渐地，当她在那儿一动不动地坐着的时候，她听到那些“嗒、嗒、嗒”，“沙沙——嘘嘘……嘘嘘……”的声音，在窗棂上面上上下下，在门外，和钥匙孔里面一直不停地传来。
“是谁呀？是谁呀？”她问。
“是雨滴，是阳光，是雨滴和阳光，”两个小小的声音一齐说，“我们想进去！我们想进去！我们想进去，行吗？”
“亲爱的，亲爱的，”小玫瑰花骨朵说，“如果只有你们俩，我想我大概能让你们进来吧。”
然后她把门打开了一道小小的缝，然后雨滴和阳光都进来啦。她们一个抓着她的一只手，另一个抓着另外一只手。他们开始跑呀，跑呀，和小玫瑰花骨朵一起跑，一直跑到了地的顶上。他们说——
“把你的脑袋挺起来吧！”
小玫瑰花就把她的脑袋挺了起来。她看到她正在一座美丽的大花园的中间。春天来了，所有其他的花儿们都把脑袋挺起来了。她呢，成了整个大花园里最美的一朵粉红色的小玫瑰花！
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作者SARA CONE BRYANT
原文链接http://www.kellscraft.com/BestStories/beststories04.html#ROSE