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【英文原文1】
A Sandpiper to Bring You Joy
She was six years old when I first met her on the beach near where I live. I drive to this beach, a distance of three or four miles, whenever the world begins to close in on me.
She was building a sand castle or some thing and looked up, her eyes as blue as the sea. “Hello, ”she said. I answered with a nod, not really in the mood to bother with a small child. “I’ m building, ”she said. “I see that. What is it？”I asked, not caring. “Oh, I don’t know. I just like the feel of the sand. ”That sounds good, I thought, and slipped off my shoes. A sandpiper glided by. “That’s a joy, ”the child said. “It’s what？”“It’s a joy. My mama says sandpipers come to bring us joy. ”The bird went glissading down the beach. “Good-bye, joy, ”I muttered to myself, “hello, pain,”and turned to walk on. I was depressed；my life seemed completely out of balance. “What’s your name？”she wouldn’t give up. “Ruth, ”I answered. “I’m Ruth Peterson. ”“Mine’s Wendy. And I‘m six. ”“Hi, Wendy. ”She giggled. “You’re funny, ”she said. In spite of my gloom I laughed too and walked on. Her musical giggle followed me. “Come again, Mrs. P, ”she called. “We’ll have another happy day. ”
The days and weeks that followed belonged to others：a group of unruly Boy Scouts3), PTA4) meetings, an ailing mother.
The sun was shining one morning as I took my hands out of the dishwasher. “I need a sandpiper, ”I said to myself, gathering up my coat. The never-changing balm of the seashore awaited me. The breeze was chilly, but I strode along, trying to recapture the serenity I needed. I had forgotten the child and was startled when she appeared. “Hello, Mrs. P, ”she said. “Do you want to play？”“What did you have in mind？”I asked, with a twinge of annoyance. “I don’ t know. You say. ”“How about charades5)？”I asked sarcastically
The tinkling laughter burst forth again. “I don’t know what that is. ”“Then let’s just walk. ”Looking at her, I noticed the delicate fairness of her face.
“Where do you live？”I asked. “Over there. ”She pointed toward a row of summer cottages. Strange, I thought, in winter. “Where do you go to school？”“I don’ t go to school. Mommy says we’re on vacation. ”She chattered little-girl talk as we strolled up the beach, but my mind was on other things. When I left for home, Windy said it had been a happy day. Feeling surprisingly better, I smiled at her and agreed.
