一    个    豆    荚    里    的    五    粒    豆   

 有    一    个    豆    荚   , 里    面    有    五    粒    豌    豆   。 豆    荚    和    豌    豆    都    是    绿    的   , 豌    豆    就    以    为    整    个    世    界    都    是    绿    的   。 豆    荚    在    生    长   , 豌    豆    也    在    生    长   。 豌    豆    按    照    它    们    在    家    庭    里    的    地    位   , 坐    成    一    排   。 太    阳    在    外    边    照    着   , 把    豆    荚    晒    得    暖    洋    洋    的   。 这    里    既    温    暖   , 又    舒    适   ; 白    天    明    亮   , 夜    间    黑    暗   。 豌    豆    坐    在    那    儿    越    长    越    大   , 它    们    想   , 我    们    得    做    点    儿    事    情    啊   
 难    道    我    永    远    就    在    这    儿    坐    下    去    吗   ? 它    们    中    的    一    个    问   ,  老    这    样    坐    下    去   , 我    恐    怕    会    变    得    僵    硬    起    来   。 我    觉    得    外    面    似    乎    发    生    了    一    些    事    情   —— 我    有    这    种    预    感   !
 许    多    天    过    去    了   。 豆    荚    变    黄    了   , 这    几    粒    豌    豆    也    变    黄    了   。 整    个    世    界    都    变    黄    啦   ! 它    们    说   
 忽    然   , 它    们    觉    得    豆    荚    震    动    了    一    下   。 豆    荚    被    摘    下   , 跟    许    多    别    的    丰    满    的    豆    荚    在    一    起   , 溜    到    一    个    衣    服    口    袋    里    去    了   
 我    们    不    久    就    要    被    打    开    了   ! 豌    豆    们    说   。 于    是    它    们    就    等    待    这    件    事    情    的    发    生   
 我    倒    想    要    知    道   , 我    们    之    中    谁    会    走    得    最    远   ! 最    小    的    一    粒    豌    豆    说   
 是    的   , 事    情    马    上    就    要    揭    晓    了   。 最    大    的    那    粒    豌    豆    说   
 啪   !  豆    荚    裂    开    来    了   。 那    五    粒    豌    豆    全    都    躺    在    一    个    孩    子    的    手    中   。 这    个    孩    子    紧    紧    地    捏    着    它    们   , 说    可    以    当    作    玩    具    枪    的    子    弹    用   。 他    马    上    把    第    一    粒    豌    豆    装    进    去   , 把    它    射    了    出    去   
 我   , 第    二    粒    说   , 我    将    直    接    飞    进    太    阳    里    去   。 这    才    像    一    粒    豌    豆    呢   , 而    且    与    我    的    身    份    非    常    相    称   ! 于    是   , 它    也    飞    走    了   
 我    们    到    了    哪    儿   , 就    在    哪    儿    住    下    来   。 接    下    来    的    两    粒    说   ,  不    过   , 我    们    还    得    向    前    滚   。 在    被    装    进    玩    具    枪    之    前   , 它    们    从    小     孩    的    手    中    滑    落    到    地    上   , 打    起    滚    来   。 但    这    两    粒    豌    豆    最    终    还    是    被     装    进    玩    具    枪    里    去    了   。 它    们    说   : 我    们    才    会    飞    得    最    远    呢   !
 该    怎    么    样    就    怎    么    样    吧   ! 最    后    的    那    一    粒    说   。 它    被    射    到    空    中   , 落    到    顶    楼    窗    子    下    面    的    一    块    旧    板    子    上   , 正    好    钻    进    一    个    长    满    了    青    苔    的    裂    缝    里   。 青    苔    把    它    裹    起    来   , 它    躺    在    那    儿    真    可    以    说    成    了    一    个    囚    犯   
 在    这    个    小    小    的    顶    楼    里    住    着    一    个    穷    苦    的    女    人   。 她    很    强    壮   ,  很    勤    劳   ,  每    天    擦    火    炉   ,  劈    木    柴   ,  干    很    多    苦    活   ,  不    过    还    是    很    穷   。 她    有    一    个    女    儿   ,  身    体    非    常    虚    弱   ,  躺    在    床    上    一    整    年    了   。 小    女    孩    安    静    地   、 耐    心    地    整    天    在    家    里    躺    着   ,  而    她    的    母    亲    每    天   
 到    外    面    去    挣    点    儿    生    活    费   
 春    天    的    一    个    早    晨   , 当    母    亲    准    备    出    去    工    作    的    时    候   , 阳    光     温    和    地    从    那    个    小    窗    子    射    进    来   , 一    直    射    到    地    上   
 小    女    孩    望    着    最    低    的    那    块    窗    玻    璃    说   : 有    个    绿    东    西    从    窗    玻    璃    旁    边    探    出    头    来   , 它    是    什    么    呢   ?
 母    亲    向    窗    边    走    去   , 把    窗    户    打    开    一    半   。 啊   ! 她    说   , 我    的    天   , 原    来    是    一    粒    小    豌    豆    在    这    里    生    了    根   , 还    长    出    小    叶    子    来    了   。 它    是    怎    么    钻    进    这    个    缝    隙    里    去    的   ? 你    现    在    有    一    个    小    花    园    了   !
 母    亲    把    小    女    孩    的    床    搬    得    更    靠    近    窗    子   , 好    让    她    看    到    这    粒    正    在    生    长    着    的    豌    豆   
 妈    妈   , 我    觉    得    我    好    了    一    些   ! 晚    上   , 这    个    小    女    孩    说   ,  太    阳    今    天    在    我    身    上    照    得    怪    暖    和    的   。 这    粒    豌    豆    长    得    好    极    了   ,  我    也    会    好    起    来    的   。 我    能    爬    起    来   , 走    到    温    暖    的    太    阳    光    中    去   
 但    愿    如    此   。 母    亲    虽    然    不    太    相    信   , 但    还    是    仔    细    地    用    一    根    小    棍    子    把    这    植    物    支    起    来   , 好    使    它    不    至    于    被    风    吹    断   , 因    为    它    使    女    儿    对    生    命    产    生    了    希    望   。 她    从    窗    台    上    牵    了    一    根    绳    子    到     窗    框    的    上    端    去   , 使    这    棵    豌    豆    苗    可    以    顺    着    它    向    上    生    长   
 它    的    确    在    向    上    长   —— 人    们    每    天    都    可    以    看    到    它    在    生    长   
 真    的   , 它    现    在    要    开    花    了   ! 这    个    母    亲    慢    慢    开    始    相    信   , 她    的    孩    子    会    好    起    来   。 她    记    起    最    近    这    孩    子    讲    话    时   , 要    比    以    前    愉    快    得    多   , 而    且    最    近    几    天    她    也    能    自    己    爬    起    来   , 坐    在    床    上   , 用    兴    奋    的    眼    光    望    着    这    一    粒    豌    豆    所    形    成    的    小    花    园   。 一    星    期    以   
 后   , 小    女    孩    第    一    次    能    够    坐    一    整    个    钟    头   。 她    快    乐    地    坐    在    温    暖    的    太    阳    光    里   。 窗    子    打    开    了   , 她    面    前    是    一    朵    盛    开    的   、 紫    色    的    豌    豆    花   。 小    女    孩    低    下    头    来   , 轻    轻    地    吻    了    一    下    它    柔    嫩    的    叶    子   。 这    一    天    简    直    像    一    个    节    日   
 其    余    的    几    粒    豌    豆    呢   ?  曾    经    想    飞    到    广    阔    世    界    里    去    的    那    一    粒   , 它    落    到    了    屋    顶    的    水    笕    里   , 被    一    只    鸽    子    吃    掉    了   。 那    两    粒    在    地    上    打    滚    的    豌    豆    也    没    有    走    多    远   , 也    被    鸽    子    吃    掉    了   。 它    们    还    算    有    些    实    际    的    用    途   。 那    本    来    想    飞    进    太    阳    里    去    的    豌    豆   , 却    落    到    了    水    沟    里   , 在    脏    水    里    躺    了    好    几    个    星    期   , 而    且    涨    得    大    大    的   
 我    又    胖    又    美   ! 这    粒    豌    豆    说   , 我    胖    得    要    爆    裂    开    来    了   。  我    想    任    何    豌    豆    从    来    不    曾   、 也    永    远    不    会    达    到    这    种    地    步    的   。 我     是    五    粒    豌    豆    中    最    了    不    起    的    一    粒   
 此    刻   , 顶    楼    窗    子    旁    那    个    小    女    孩   —— 她    的    脸    上    洋    溢    着    健    康    的    光    彩   , 她    的    眼    睛    发    着    亮    光   —— 正    注    视    着    豌    豆    花   , 快    乐    地    微    笑    着   , 心    里    充    满    了    感    激   

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