芒果街上的小屋四棵细瘦的树

四棵细瘦的树

　　它们是惟一懂得我的。我是惟一懂得它们的。四棵细瘦的树长着细细的脖颈和尖尖的肘骨，像我的一样。不属于这里但到了这里的四个。市政栽下充数的四棵残次品。从我的房间里我们可以听到它们的声音，可蕾妮只是睡觉，不能领略这些。

　　它们的力量是个秘密。它们在地下展开凶猛的根系。它们向上生长也向下生长，用它们须发样的脚趾攥紧泥土，用它们猛烈的牙齿噬咬天空，怒气从不懈怠。这就是它们坚持的方式。

　　假如有一棵忘记了它存在的理由，它们就全都会像玻璃瓶里的郁金香一样耷拉下来，手挽着手。坚持，坚持，坚持。树儿在我睡着的时候说。它们教会人。

　　当我太悲伤太瘦弱无法坚持再坚持的时候，当我如此渺小却要对抗这么多砖块的时候，我就会看着树。当街上没有别的东西可看的时候。不畏水泥仍在生长的四棵。伸展伸展从不忘记伸展的四棵。惟一的理由是存在存在的四棵。

　　They are the only ones who uand me. I am the only one who uands them. Four skinny trees with skinny necks and pointy elbows like mine. Four who do not belong here but are here. Fedy excuses planted by the city. From our room we hear them, but Nenny just sleeps and doesn't appreciate these things.

　　Their strength is secret. They send ferocious roots beh the ground. They grow up and they grow down and grab the earth between their hairy toes and bite the sky with violeh and never quit their ahis is how they keep.

　　Let one fet his reason for being, they'd all droop like tulips in a glass, each with their arms around the other. Keep, keep, keep, trees say when I sleep. They teach.

　　When I am too sad and too skinny to keep keeping, when I am a tiny thing against so many bricks, then it is I look at trees. When there is nothio look at on this street. Four who grew despite crete. Four who read do not fet to reach. Four whose only reason is to be and be.

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