美妙散文：雪花的重量
“Tell me the weight of a snowflake,”a titmouse asked a wild dove.
"Nothing more than nothing,"was the answer.
"In that case I must tell you a marvelous story," the titmouse said. "I sat on the branch of a fir tree, close to its trunk, when it began to snow-not heavily, not in a raging blizzard---no, just like a dream, without a sound and without any violence. Since I did not have anything better to do, I counted the snowflakes settling on the twigs and needles of my branch. Their number was exactly 8865220. When 8865221st dropped onto the branch, nothing more than nothing, as you say ---the branch broke off."
Having said that, the titmouse flew away.
The dove, since Noah’s time an authority on the matter, thought about the story for a while, and finally said to herself,"perhaps there is only one person’s voice lacking for peace to come to the world."
“讲述我雪花有多重，”一只山雀问野鸽子。
“险些没有什么重量，”鸽子答复说。
“那样的话，我必需讲述你一件不成思议的事儿。”山雀说。
“我卧在冷杉树上，离树干很近，这时天起头下起了雪，不是很年夜，不是暴风暴雪，不是，就像一个梦似的，悄无声息，一点都不猛。由于无事可做，我就数起了落在树杈枝叶上的雪花。它们的切当数目是8865220片。你说雪花险些没什么重量，但当第8865221片雪花落在树枝上时，树枝就折断了。”
说完，山雀就飞走了。
从诺亚时代就已是各类题目权威人士的鸽子想了一下子这个故事，末了自言自语的说：“大概让僻静来到世上，再有一个人私家的声音就够了。”
