他很少说话。也许是因为他不聪明,对这一点比较敏感,不希望别人知道。他竟会这样想,真是太可惜了。因为聪明根本算不了什么,一个人的价值在于心灵。真希望我能让他明白,一颗充满爱与善良的心灵才是财富,有这样一颗心,人生才是富足的,若没有,即便拥有智慧,人生也是贫乏的。
He talks very little. Perhaps it is because he is not bright, and is sensitive about it and wishes to conceal it. It is such a pity that he should feel so, for brightness is nothing;it is in the heart that the values lie. I wish I could make him understand that a loving good heart is riches, and riches enough, and that without it intellect is poverty.
他虽然话少,词汇量却相当丰富。今天早上,他用了一个出人意料的好词。显然,他自己也意识到那是个好词,因为后来他又漫不经心地用了两次。他那漫不经心的样子,装得可不好,不过这仍旧说明,他拥有某种可进一步完善的品格。毫无疑问,这就像是种子一样,只要加以照料,就能生根发芽。
Although he talks so little, he has quite a considerable vocabulary. This morning he used a surprisingly good word. He evidently recognized, himself, that it was a good one, for he worked it in twice afterward, casually. It was good casual art, still it showed that he possesses a certain quality of perception. Without a doubt that seed can be made to grow, if cultivated.