But no one answered, for there was no one there.
So the mist went on in his light, gleaming clothes. He danced over the meadows, up and down, to and fro. Now he would lie quite still for a while and then begin to dance again. He skipped across the pond and into the wood, where he flung his long, wet arms round the trunks of the trees.
“Who are you, friend?” asked the night-scented rocket, who stood and distilled1 her perfume for her own pleasure.
The mist did not reply, but went on dancing.
“I asked who you were,” said the rocket. “And, as you don’t answer me, I conclude that you are an ill-mannered churl2.”
“I’ll conclude you!” said the mist.
“Hi! Hi!” screamed the rocket. “Keep your fingers to yourself, my friend! I feel as if I had been dipped in the pond. You needn’t be so angry, just because I ask you who you are.”
The mist rose up again:
“Who I am?” he repeated. “Why, you wouldn’t understand if I told you.”
“Try,” said the rocket.
“I am the dew-drop on the flowers, the cloud in the sky and the mist on the fields,” he answered.
“I beg your pardon?” said the rocket. “Would you mind saying that again? Why, I know the dew-drop. He settles on my petals every morning; and I don’t see any resemblance between you.”
“Ah, I am the dew-drop, for all that!” said the mist, sadly. “But nobody knows me. I have to spend my life in many shapes. Sometimes I am dew and sometimes I am rain and sometimes I trickle4 in the form of a clear, cool spring through the wood. But, when I dance over the meadow in the evening, then people say that the mist is rising.”
“That’s a queer story,” said the rocket. “Have you any more to tell me? The night is long and sometimes I feel a little bored.”
“It is a sad story,” answered the mist. “But you shall hear it if you like.”
And he made as though to lie down, but the night-scented rocket shook all her petals in alarm.
“Be so good and keep a little farther off,” she said, “at least, until you have introduced yourself properly. I have never cared to be intimate with people whom I don’t know.”
The mist lay down a few steps away and began his story:
“I was born deep down in the ground,” he said, “much deeper than your roots grow. I and my brothers—for you must know that we are a big family—came into the world in the shape of clear crystal spring-water and lay long in our hiding-place. But, one day, we sprang suddenly from under a gentle hill, into the midst of the full, bright sunshine. Believe me, it was delightful5 to run through the wood. We rippled6 over the stones and splashed against the banks. Dear little fishes played among us and the trees bent7 over us and reflected their green splendour. If a leaf fell, we rocked it and caressed8 it and bore it into the wide world. Oh, how delightful it was! It was really the happiest time in my life.”
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1 distilled | |
adj.由蒸馏得来的v.蒸馏( distil的过去式和过去分词 );从…提取精华 | |
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n.吝啬之人;粗鄙之人 | |
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n.花瓣( petal的名词复数 ) | |
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vi.淌,滴,流出,慢慢移动,逐渐消散 | |
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adj.令人高兴的,使人快乐的 | |
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使泛起涟漪(ripple的过去式与过去分词形式) | |
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n.爱好,癖好;adj.弯的;决心的,一心的 | |
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爱抚或抚摸…( caress的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
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