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两片树叶的爱情
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在一片茂密的大森林里，树木丛生，叶子各种各样。通常，这个时候会很冷，甚至会下起雪来，但今年十一月相对温暖。要不是森林里布满黄如橘、红如酒、色如金或颜色斑驳的落叶，你可能会认为这是夏季呢。叶子被雨冲掉，被风吹掉，有的在白天，有的在夜里，在森林里形成一层厚厚的地毯。尽管叶子的汁液已干，却依然散发着怡人的芬芳。阳光透过尚有生机的枝条照射下来，躲过暴风雨的蠕虫和苍蝇在叶子上面爬动。叶子下面的空间为蟋蟀、田鼠等在土壤里寻求保护的小动物提供了栖息之所。
在一棵几乎落光叶子的树梢，一根细枝上挂着两片叶子：奥利和特鲁法。不知什么原因，他俩经受住了所有的雨，所有的风，所有的寒冷的黑夜。谁知道叶子去与留的理由？但是奥利和特鲁法相信答案在于他俩的伟大爱情。奥利略大一点，早出生几天，但特鲁法更漂亮，更精致。当风吹雨注，冰雹袭来时，一片叶子不能为另一片叶子做什么。然而，奥利却能抓住每一个时机鼓励特鲁法。在最严酷的风暴中，电闪雷鸣，狂风不仅吹掉了叶子，甚至摧折了整个树枝。奥利恳求：“坚持，特鲁法。用尽全力坚持住！”
有时在寒冷的狂风暴雨之夜，特鲁法常常抱怨说：“我的大限到了，奥利，你要挺住。”
“为什么？”奥利问道：“没有了你，我的生命将毫无意义。你要落下，我会随你而落。”
“不，奥利，只要一片叶子能呆在枝上，就不允许它放手。”
“这全赖有你相伴，”奥利答道：“白天，我仰慕你的美丽，夜晚我感知你的芳香。你想让我做树上唯一的叶子？不，绝不。”
“奥利，你的话甜蜜但不真实，”特鲁法说：“你应清楚地知道我已不再漂亮。瞧，我已干枯起皱不成样子。身上只剩一样东西——对你的爱。”
“那还不够吗？在所有力量中，爱情最崇高，最美好，”奥利说：“只要我们彼此相爱，就能留在这里。没有风，没有雨，没有风暴可以摧毁我们。告诉你，特鲁法，现在我比任何时候都爱你。”
“为什么，奥利，我已枯黄。”
“谁说绿色就漂亮，黄色就不漂亮呢？所有的颜色同等美丽。”
奥利刚说到这儿，让特鲁法害怕了几个月的事情发生了——一阵风吹来，使奥利从枝上松动了些。特鲁法开始震颤抖动，她似乎很快也会被撕扯掉，但她挺住了。只见奥利落下去了，在空中摇摆，她用叶子的语言向他呼唤：“奥利，回来！奥利，奥利！”
她还没说完，奥利已从视线中消失，融入了地上其它的叶子中间，枝上只剩下孤零零的特鲁法。
白天，特鲁法还能忍受悲伤。但当天色变暗变冷，一阵苦雨袭来时，她陷入了绝望。忽然觉得所有叶子的不幸都应归咎于枝干强大的树。叶子落下了，树干还挺立着，深深地坚实地植根于土壤。没有风，没有雨，没有风雹可以动摇它。对于一棵有可能长生不老的树，叶子的命运和它有什么关系呢？对于特鲁法来说，树干有点像上帝。几个月来，它用叶子遮身蔽体，然后将它们摇落。高兴时从它们的汁液中汲取营养，然后又将它们活活渴死。特鲁法恳求上帝让她的奥利回来，让夏天回来。但树并没有理睬她。
特鲁法认为没有一夜像今夜这样长，这样黑，这样冷。她和奥利说话，没有回答，也没有迹象表明奥利的存在。
特鲁法对树说：“既然你带走了奥利，把我也带走吧。”
对于这个祈祷，树还是没有答复。
过了一会儿，特鲁法打了个盹。这不是眨眼而是一种奇怪的倦怠。她醒来时，惊异地发现她已不在附着在树上。当她熟睡时，风已把她吹落。这种感觉不同于她在树上时黎明醒来的感觉。她所有的恐惧和焦虑都已不复存在。这次觉醒也给她带来了以前从没有过的认识。她知道自己现在已不再是一片叶子，受风的一时兴致所支配，她成了宇宙的一部分。通过一股神秘的力量，她理解了她自身分子，原子，质子和电子的奇迹——她所代表的巨大的能量以及她置身其中的神圣计划。
奥利就躺在她身旁，他们带着一种从未意识到的爱意互致问候。这份爱不再依赖机会，不再反复无常，而是像宇宙一样强大而永恒。从四月到十一月她们日日夜夜恐惧的结果不是死亡而是救赎。一阵微风吹来，他俩飞向空中，快乐地飞翔，那种快乐只有解脱自己，加入永恒的人才能理解。
附：原文 Ole and Trufa THE FOREST was large and thickly overgrown with all kinds ofleaf-bearing trees. Usually, it is cold this time of year and it even happens that it snow, but this November was relatively warm. You might have thought itwas summer except that the whole forest was strewn with fallen leaves－some yellow as saffron, some red as wine, some the color of gold and some of mixed color. The leaves had been torn down by the rain, by the wind, some by day,some at night, and they now formed a deep carpet over the forest floor.Although their juices had run dry, the leaves still exuded a pleasant aroma.The sun shone down on them through the living branches, and worms and flies which had somehow survived the autumn storms crawled over them. The spacebeneath the leaves provided hiding places for crickets, field mice and many other creatures who sought protection in the earth. On the tip of atree which had lost all its other leaves, two still remained hanging from one twig: Ole and Trufa. For some reason unknown to them, Ole and Trufa had survived all the rains, all the cold nights and winds. Who knows the reason oneleaf falls and another remains? But Ole and Trufa believed the answer lay in the great love they bore one another. Ole was slightly bigger than Turfa and afew days older, but Trufa was prettier and more delicate. One leaf can do little for another when the wind blows, the rain pours, or the hail begins tofall. Still, Ole encouraged Ttufa at every opportunity. During the worst storms, when the thunder clapped, the lightning flashed and the wind tore off not only leaves but even whole branches, Ole pleaded with Trufa: “Hang on,Trufa! Hand on with all your might!” At times during cold and stormy nights, Trufa would complain: “My time had come, Ole, but you hand on!”
“What for?” Ole asked. “Without you, my life is senseless. If you fall, I’ll fall with you.”
“NO, Ole, don’t do it! So long as a leaf can stay up it mustn’t let go.”
“It all depends if you stay with me,” Ole replied. “By day I look at you and admire your beauty. At night I sense your fragrance. Be the only leaf on atree? No never!”
“Ole, your words are so sweet but they’re not true,” Trufa said. “You know very well that I’m no longer pretty. Look how wrinkled I am, how shriveled I’ve become! Only one thing is still left me－my love for you.”
“Isn’t that enough? Of all our powers love the highest, the finest,” Ole said.“So long as we love each other we remain here, and no wind, rain or storm can destroy us. I’ll tell you something, Trufa－I never loved youas much as I love you now.”
“Why, Ole? Why? I’m all yellow.”
“Who says green is pretty and yellow is not? All colors are equally handsome.” And just as Ole spoke these words, that which Trufa had feared all these months happened－a wind came up and tore Ole loose from the twig. Trufa began to tremble and flutter until it seemed that she, too, would soon be torn away, but she held fast. Shesaw Ole fall and sway in the air, and she called to him in leafy language:“Ole! Come back! Ole! Ole!”
But before she could even finish, Ole vanished from sight. He blended in with the other leaves on the ground, and Trufa was left all alone on the tree.
So long as it was still day, Trufa managed somehow to endure her grief.But when it grew dark and cold and a piercing rain began to fall, she sank into despair. Somehow she felt that the blame for all the leafy misfortunes lay withthe tree, the trunk with all its mighty limbs. Leaves fell, but the trunk stoodtall, thick and firmly rooted in the ground. No wind, rain or hail could upset it. What did it matter to a tree, which probably lived forever, what become ofa leaf? To Trufa, the trunk was a kind of god. It covered itself with leavesfor a few months, then it shook them off. It nourished them with its sap for aslong as it pleased, then it let them die of thirst. Trufa pleaded with the treeto give her back her Ole, to make it summer again, but the tree didn’t heed her prayers.
Trufa didn’t thinka night could be so long as this one—so dark, so frosty. She spoke to Ole andhoped for an answer, but Ole was silent and gave no sign of his presence.
Trufa said to the tree: “Since you’ve taken Ole from me, take me too.”
But even this prayer the tree didn’t acknowledge.
After a while, Trufa dozed off. This wasn’t sleep but a strange languor. Trufa awoke and to her amazement found that she was no longer handing on the tree.The wind had blown her down while she was asleep. This was different from the way she used to feel when she awoke on the tree with the sunrise. All her fears and anxieties had now vanished. The awakening also brought with it an awareness she had never felt before. She knew now that she wasn’t just a leaf thatdepended on every whim of the wind, but that she was part of the universe.Through some mysterious force, Trufa understood the miracle of her molecules,atoms, protons and electrons－the enormous energy she represented and the divine plan of which she was a part.
Next to her lay Ole, and they greeted each other with a love they hadn’t been aware of before. This wasn’t a love that depended on chance or caprice, but alove as mighty and eternal as the universe itself. That which they had feared all the days and nights between April and November turned out to be not deathbut redemption. A breeze came and lifted Ole and Trufa in the air and they soared with the bliss known only by those who have freed themselves and have joined with eternity.
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