向紅

In the middle of his dream， an artist woke up. He took his pencil and started to draw. He started with a dot. It took the artist hours to finish his picture， and then he went back into bed. Soon he went to sleep again， still smiling from thoughts of what he had drawn.

一位藝術(shù)家做夢(mèng)做到一半的時(shí)候，醒了。他拿出鉛筆，開始畫畫，從一個(gè)點(diǎn)開始畫起。藝術(shù)家花了幾個(gè)小時(shí)才完成他的畫，然后他回到床上，很快他又睡著了，一想到自己畫的東西仍舊微笑起來(lái)。

The dot， on the other hand， was not as happy. It looked around the page and saw lines all around. They were long and colorful， and the dot was not. “I dont belong3 here，” it thought. “I am just a small， meaningless4 dot and this picture does not need me.” So the dot jumped off of the page.

另一方面，這個(gè)圓點(diǎn)并不那么開心。它環(huán)顧四周，看到了周圍的線條，長(zhǎng)長(zhǎng)的五顏六色的，而自己卻不是這樣的。它想：“我不屬于這里，我只是一個(gè)小小的、毫無(wú)意義的點(diǎn)，這幅畫不需要我?！庇谑?，這個(gè)圓點(diǎn)跳出了畫面。

It jumped at a newspaper that was lying5 nearby. There were dots all over the newspaper. “Surely this is where I am meant to be，” it said aloud. As soon as the dot jumped onto the front page of the newspaper， all the other dots started to shout. “You cannot stay here！” they said. “Why not？” asked the dot.

它跳到了放在附近的一張報(bào)紙上，報(bào)紙上到處都是點(diǎn)?！拔铱隙ㄊ菍儆谶@里的?！彼舐曊f(shuō)。這個(gè)點(diǎn)一跳到報(bào)紙的頭版，其他所有點(diǎn)都開始大叫。“你不能留在這里！”它們說(shuō)。 “為什么不行？”圓點(diǎn)問(wèn)。

“We are not dots，” they said. “We are periods6， and we belong in books， and stories， and newspapers. You are just a dot.” The dot felt silly7， so it left the newspaper.

它們說(shuō)：“我們不是點(diǎn)，我們是句號(hào)。我們可以出現(xiàn)在書籍、故事和報(bào)紙里，而你只是一個(gè)點(diǎn)而已?！眻A點(diǎn)覺得自己很傻，于是離開了報(bào)紙。

Then the dot saw a white cube8 with dots on every side. “This is where I belong，” it thought to itself. “Excuse me，” it said to four dots sitting on a side of the cube， “I am a dot and you are dots， so may I join you？”

接著，圓點(diǎn)看到了一個(gè)白色的立方體，每邊都有點(diǎn)?！斑@就是我的歸屬?！彼底韵胫?。 “打擾一下?！彼鼘?duì)坐在立方體一側(cè)的四個(gè)點(diǎn)說(shuō)道，“我是一個(gè)點(diǎn)，你們也是點(diǎn)，那我可以加入你們嗎？”

“No， you may not，” said the four dots. “We are dots on a pair of dice9. One more dot would ruin a pair of dice.” The dot felt silly again and jumped over to the artist who was sleeping.

“不，你不能?！彼膫€(gè)點(diǎn)說(shuō)，“我們是一對(duì)骰子上的點(diǎn)。多一個(gè)點(diǎn)就會(huì)毀掉一對(duì)骰子?！眻A點(diǎn)再次覺得自己很愚蠢，然后跳到睡著了的藝術(shù)家身上。

“I wonder why he drew me...” thought the dot. And thats when it saw dots on the artists hand and arm. “Perhaps this is where I was meant to be，” said the dot as it crawled10 onto the artists hand and stopped.

“我想知道他為什么要畫我……”圓點(diǎn)想。就在那時(shí)，它看到藝術(shù)家的手和胳膊上有好多點(diǎn)。“也許這就是我原本應(yīng)該去的地方?！眻A點(diǎn)說(shuō)，然后它爬到藝術(shù)家的手上停了下來(lái)。

“Ahem，” said one of the dots on his arm. “Ahem！” said the arm dot even louder. “You are not a freckle11. You are a dot， and only freckles belong here.” “Arent freckles a type of dot？” asked the dot， who was not feeling welcome anymore.