theboyistall翻译成中文

the Mole: Hello!

the Boy: Hello!

the Mole: What are you doing here?

the Boy: I'm...lost.

the Mole: Oh dear! Well, that's no good. So how did you get here? Well, HELLO!

the Boy: Hello, who?

the Mole: Hello, cake!

the Boy: What cake?

the Mole: That cake! It looks delicious, spectacular, I mean it's magnificent.

the Boy: I can't see a cake.

the Mole: It's...it's...Oh it's a TREE.

the Boy: It is a lovely tree, and it did look a bit like a cake.

the Mole: So...Yes. Well, no cake, and you are lost.

the Boy: Yes.

the Mole: An old mole once told me:"When you're lost, follow the river, and it will take you home."

the Boy: But I can't see a river.

the Mole: Perhaps you can see one from that branch. And if you happens to see a cake while you are up...

the Boy: I'm so sorry!

the Mole: Oh no, I am sorry.

the Boy: Are you ok?

the Mole: Completely my fault.

the Boy: I'm really sorry.

the Mole: Well, no. Thank you. I was feeling a bit warm actually. What can you see?

the Boy: Nothing, really.

the Mole: Oh...What do you want to be when you grow up?

the Boy: Kind.

the Mole: Mmm. Nothing beats kindness. It sits quietly beyond all things. So much beauty we need to look after.

the Boy: Yes. So much. Are you all right?

the Mole: Yes. Sorry. Totally fine. No, just thought we should start looking for that river. Lemon drizzle! This is quite a hill.

the Boy: Is this better?

the Mole: Oh! Well I don't want to be so much trouble.

the Boy: It's okay.

the Mole: Oh well, thank you!

the Boy: What's that over there?

the Mole: It's the wild. Don't fear it.

the Boy: Look! I can see a river.

the Mole: Wait! What? I said don't fear it, not charge straight at it. I mean, really. Good Grief!

the Boy: Do you have a favorite saying?

the Mole: Yes.

the Boy: What is it?

the Mole: If at first you don't succeed, have some cake.

the Boy: I see. Does it work?

the Mole: Every time.

the Boy: Did the old mole say which way we should follow?

the Mole: Mmm...I didn't ask her that.

the Boy: Oh. Isn't it odd, we can only see our outsides, but nearly everything happens on the inside? Is there...something there? It's getting dark.

the Mole: Shall we...hmm?

the Boy: Good idea!

the Mole: We can set off properly tomorrow.

the Boy: What was that? Imagine how we'd be if we were...less afraid.

the Mole: Most of the old moles I know wish they'd listened less to their fears, and more to their dreams. What do you dream about?

the Boy: Home.

the Mole: Oh. What's that like?

the Boy: I don't know. I'm...not sure. But, I know I need one.

the Mole: Oh, golly! He looks hungry!

the Boy: He does. It's ok. The fox is gone. What was that?

the Mole: I'm not sure.

the Boy: Do you think someone is hurt?

the Mole: Maybe.

the Boy: Should we go and check?

the Mole: Good idea. I'll stay in here to... keep you warm.

the Boy: Okay. Thank you. It's the fox! He's...trapped.

the Mole: Oh dear!

the Boy: Please, be careful!

the Mole: I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid. I am not afraid...

the Fox: If I wasn't caught in this snare...I'd kill you!

the Mole: If you stay in that snare, you'll... die!

the Boy: You did so well!

the Mole: One of our greatest freedoms is how we react to things.

the Mole: Lovely morning! Should we get go...?

the Boy: Whoops! You're rolling! You look like a snowball. No, a mole ball, a snow mole... Stop rolling!

the Mole: Goodness me!

the Boy: Oh gosh! No! The river. Look out! Take my hand! Oh no! The fox! No! No! No! No...

the Mole: Thank you!

the Boy: Thank you. Oh the fox is back. Do you think he's coming with us?

the Mole: Oh, I do hope so.

the Boy: Maybe he's lost, too.

the Mole: Well I think everyone feels a bit lost sometimes. I know I do. I know what a home looks like.

the Boy: Do you?

the Mole: Yes. It has walls, a roof, a bell above the door, and cakes in every window.

the Boy: I think that's a cake shop.

the Mole: Oh! Is that not a type of home?

the Boy: You can't live in a cake shop.

the Mole: Well, why ever not?

the Boy: I think home is somewhere warm, and kind, with lights.

the Mole: Oh! Hello!

the Horse: Hello!

the Boy: Hello! Have... you been here a while?

the Horse: It feels that way.

the Boy: Are you lost?

the Horse: No.

the Mole: We are, but we... have a plan. Oh...the snow on the trees, it really does look just like icing!

the Boy: You are obsessed. Doing nothing with friends is never doing nothing, is it?

the Mole: No. Oh! Look at that! I am so small!

the Boy: Yes. But you make a HUGE difference!

the Horse: So, what are we doing?

the Mole: Well, we are on a quest for cake.

the Horse: Are you now?

the Mole: No no, not really. We're following the river to find a home.

the Horse: How far is it?

the Boy: We...don't know.

the Horse: Well, let's get going then.

the Boy: How fast can you run?

the Mole: Well I wouldn't say I was a natural athlete, but I did once win a digging competition.

the Boy: I don't mean YOU.

the Mole: Oh, I see. Well, oh! Golly!

the Horse: You fell. But I've got you!

the Boy: Sorry!

the Horse: It was an accident.

the Boy: It was my fault. I let go. Oh gosh! Sorry. Sorry.

the Horse: Ah no, tears fall for a reason. And they are your strength, not weakness.

the Boy: I think you believe in me, more than I do.

the Horse: You'll catch up. Life is difficult...but you're loved.

the Boy: Look! Lights! That looks like a home.

the Mole: Yes, it does, doesn't it?

the Boy: The fox never really speaks.

the Mole: No. And it's lovely he's with us.

the Fox: To be honest, I...I often feel I've got nothing interesting to say.

the Horse: Being honest is always interesting.

the Boy: What's the bravest thing you've ever said?

the Horse: "HELP!" Asking for help isn't giving up. It's refusing to give up.

the Mole: Sometimes I want to say "I love you all", but I find it difficult.

the Boy: Do you?

the Mole: Yes. So I say something like "I'm glad we're all here".

the Boy: Okay.

the Mole: I'm glad we're all here!

the Boy: We are so glad you're here, too!

the Mole: Ahh!

the Boy: What should we do? That didn't sound good.

the Mole: Good grief! I don't like this!

the Horse: When the big things feel out of control, focus on what you love right under your nose.

the Boy: Oh I like that!

the Horse: The storm will pass!

the Boy: Oh no! Where are the lights? I can't see them anymore. It feels like we have such a long way to go.

the Horse: I know. But look how far we've come.

the Boy: I just...don't think we can do this. I'm never going to find a home.

the Fox: You know, sometimes your mind plays tricks on you. It can tell you you are no good, that it's all hopeless. But I've discovered this: you are loved, and important, and you bring to this world things that no one else can. So hold on!

the Boy: Are you all right?

the Horse: There's...something I haven't told you.

the Boy: What?

the Horse: I can fly.

the Boy: You can fly?

the Horse: Yes. But I stopped, because it made the other horses jealous.

the Boy: Well, we love you, whether you can fly, or not. Come and join us.

the Fox: Oh I think I'll stay here. Thank you!

the Boy: Please? Wow~~Wow~~

the Horse: Look! There it is!

the Boy: You found it. It...looks like a home, doesn't it?

the Mole: Well, here we are then.

the Boy: Yes. Thank you! Goodbye!

the Fox: Always remember: You are enough, just as you are!

the Mole: I'm glad we're all here!

the Boy: I'm so glad you're here, too! Goodbye! I'm really going to miss you... No! Home isn't always a place, is it?

the Mole: Well, this is warm.

the Fox: Mmm...and very kind.

the Horse: And look at the stars!

the Boy: So, you know all about me.

the Horse: Yes!

the Boy: And, you still love me?

the Horse: We love you all the more!

the Boy: That's why we are here, isn't it?

the Mole: For cake?

the Boy: To love, and be loved.