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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.
一位艺术家做梦做到一半的时候，醒了。他拿出铅笔，开始画画，从一个点开始画起。艺术家花了几个小时才完成他的画，然后他回到床上，很快他又睡着了，一想到自己画的东西仍旧微笑起来。
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 don’t 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，這个圆点并不那么开心。它环顾四周，看到了周围的线条，长长的五颜六色的，而自己却不是这样的。它想：“我不属于这里，我只是一个小小的、毫无意义的点，这幅画不需要我。”于是，这个圆点跳出了画面。
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张报纸上，报纸上到处都是点。“我肯定是属于这里的。”它大声说。这个点一跳到报纸的头版，其他所有点都开始大叫。“你不能留在这里！”它们说。 “为什么不行？”圆点问。
“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.
它们说：“我们不是点，我们是句号。我们可以出现在书籍、故事和报纸里，而你只是一个点而已。”圆点觉得自己很傻，于是离开了报纸。
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？”
接着，圆点看到了一个白色的立方体，每边都有点。“这就是我的归属。”它暗自想着。 “打扰一下。”它对坐在立方体一侧的四个点说道，“我是一个点，你们也是点，那我可以加入你们吗？”
“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。”四个点说，“我们是一对骰子上的点。多一个点就会毁掉一对骰子。”圆点再次觉得自己很愚蠢，然后跳到睡着了的艺术家身上。
“I wonder why he drew me...” thought the dot. And that’s when it saw dots on the artist’s hand and arm. “Perhaps this is where I was meant to be，” said the dot as it crawled10 onto the artist’s hand and stopped.
“我想知道他为什么要画我……”圆点想。就在那时，它看到艺术家的手和胳膊上有好多点。“也许这就是我原本应该去的地方。”圆点说，然后它爬到艺术家的手上停了下来。
“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.” “Aren’t freckles a type of dot？” asked the dot， who was not feeling welcome anymore. “呃哼！”他胳膊上的一个点说。“呃哼！”胳膊上的点声音更大了，“你不是雀斑。你是一个点，只有雀斑才能在这里。”“雀斑不是一种点吗？”到处都不受欢迎的圆点问。
“Yes， we are，” said the freckle. “We are a special kind of dot， and you are sure not one of us.” （Of all the dots it had met， the dot felt that freckles were clearly the rudest12.） The dot did not know what to do. It didn’t belong with lines， or periods， or dice， or rude freckles.
雀斑說：“是的，我们是。我们是一种特殊的点，你绝对不是我们中的一员。”（在遇到的所有点中，圆点感觉雀斑显然是最粗鲁的）。圆点不知道该怎么办，它不属于线条、句号、骰子和粗鲁的雀斑。
The artist woke up then and went to look at his picture， but he was surprised by what he saw. He held up the drawing and shouted， “Where has my seed13 gone？”
艺术家此时醒了过来，就去看了看他的画，然而他所看到的一切让他很吃惊。他举起画，喊道：“我的种子去哪儿了？”
“This is a picture of a seed before it grows into a big tree. Without the seed， it is useless. I cannot draw another so well as I did the first time，” said the artist.
“这是一幅种子长成大树之前的画，但是没有种子，它就毫无用处，我再也无法画得像第一次那样完美了。”艺术家说道。
The dot started to feel silly one last time. It had not known that it was not just a dot， but also a seed. A seed may start off small， but it will become large. So many beautiful leaves it will grow， and so many people will find shelter14 under it！
最后一次，这个圆点开始感到自己很愚蠢。它不知道，原来它不仅仅是一个点，还是一粒种子。种子可能在开始的时候很小，但种子将来会长大，它会长出很多美丽的叶子，又会有很多人受到它的庇护！
The dot jumped back onto the page. It jumped onto the place it had left because it knew that， although it was just a small dot， it meant much more in the big picture.
圆点跳回到那幅画上，它跳到了离开之前的那个地方。因为它知道，尽管它只是一个小小的圆点，但对于这幅画来说，它意义重大。
（英语原文摘自：gutenberg.org）
一位艺术家做梦做到一半的时候，醒了。他拿出铅笔，开始画画，从一个点开始画起。艺术家花了几个小时才完成他的画，然后他回到床上，很快他又睡着了，一想到自己画的东西仍旧微笑起来。
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 don’t 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，這个圆点并不那么开心。它环顾四周，看到了周围的线条，长长的五颜六色的，而自己却不是这样的。它想：“我不属于这里，我只是一个小小的、毫无意义的点，这幅画不需要我。”于是，这个圆点跳出了画面。
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张报纸上，报纸上到处都是点。“我肯定是属于这里的。”它大声说。这个点一跳到报纸的头版，其他所有点都开始大叫。“你不能留在这里！”它们说。 “为什么不行？”圆点问。
“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.
它们说：“我们不是点，我们是句号。我们可以出现在书籍、故事和报纸里，而你只是一个点而已。”圆点觉得自己很傻，于是离开了报纸。
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？”
接着，圆点看到了一个白色的立方体，每边都有点。“这就是我的归属。”它暗自想着。 “打扰一下。”它对坐在立方体一侧的四个点说道，“我是一个点，你们也是点，那我可以加入你们吗？”
“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。”四个点说，“我们是一对骰子上的点。多一个点就会毁掉一对骰子。”圆点再次觉得自己很愚蠢，然后跳到睡着了的艺术家身上。
“I wonder why he drew me...” thought the dot. And that’s when it saw dots on the artist’s hand and arm. “Perhaps this is where I was meant to be，” said the dot as it crawled10 onto the artist’s hand and stopped.
“我想知道他为什么要画我……”圆点想。就在那时，它看到艺术家的手和胳膊上有好多点。“也许这就是我原本应该去的地方。”圆点说，然后它爬到艺术家的手上停了下来。
“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.” “Aren’t freckles a type of dot？” asked the dot， who was not feeling welcome anymore. “呃哼！”他胳膊上的一个点说。“呃哼！”胳膊上的点声音更大了，“你不是雀斑。你是一个点，只有雀斑才能在这里。”“雀斑不是一种点吗？”到处都不受欢迎的圆点问。
“Yes， we are，” said the freckle. “We are a special kind of dot， and you are sure not one of us.” （Of all the dots it had met， the dot felt that freckles were clearly the rudest12.） The dot did not know what to do. It didn’t belong with lines， or periods， or dice， or rude freckles.
雀斑說：“是的，我们是。我们是一种特殊的点，你绝对不是我们中的一员。”（在遇到的所有点中，圆点感觉雀斑显然是最粗鲁的）。圆点不知道该怎么办，它不属于线条、句号、骰子和粗鲁的雀斑。
The artist woke up then and went to look at his picture， but he was surprised by what he saw. He held up the drawing and shouted， “Where has my seed13 gone？”
艺术家此时醒了过来，就去看了看他的画，然而他所看到的一切让他很吃惊。他举起画，喊道：“我的种子去哪儿了？”
“This is a picture of a seed before it grows into a big tree. Without the seed， it is useless. I cannot draw another so well as I did the first time，” said the artist.
“这是一幅种子长成大树之前的画，但是没有种子，它就毫无用处，我再也无法画得像第一次那样完美了。”艺术家说道。
The dot started to feel silly one last time. It had not known that it was not just a dot， but also a seed. A seed may start off small， but it will become large. So many beautiful leaves it will grow， and so many people will find shelter14 under it！
最后一次，这个圆点开始感到自己很愚蠢。它不知道，原来它不仅仅是一个点，还是一粒种子。种子可能在开始的时候很小，但种子将来会长大，它会长出很多美丽的叶子，又会有很多人受到它的庇护！
The dot jumped back onto the page. It jumped onto the place it had left because it knew that， although it was just a small dot， it meant much more in the big picture.
圆点跳回到那幅画上，它跳到了离开之前的那个地方。因为它知道，尽管它只是一个小小的圆点，但对于这幅画来说，它意义重大。
（英语原文摘自：gutenberg.org）