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0原著作者｜E B White
- The farm was quiet in the early morning
- Mist slowly moved along the ground
- Inside the pigpen
- a newborn pig
- struggled to stand
- and fell down again
- The man looked at it
- shook his head
- and said this kind of pig would not live
- The axe was already raised
- when a little girl suddenly stood in front of him
- She said
- it has not had a chance yet
- She held the pig in her arms
- and felt how light it was
- She gave it a name
- Wilbur
- Wilbur survived
- in a wooden box
- between milk and straw
- growing little by little
- But before summer was over
- he was sent to another farm
- That place was bigger
- and much lonelier
- At night
- Wilbur lay in the pigpen
- and heard the animals talking softly for the first time
- They said
- a pigs fate
- is decided from the day it is born
- Wilburs breathing grew fast
- and he understood
- he was only kept for a while
- Fear made the night very long
- Just then
- a thin and calm voice
- came from above
- It was a gray spider
- resting quietly at the center of her web
- She said
- my name is Charlotte
- She listened to Wilburs fear
- she did not say the world would be better
- and she did not say fate was a lie
- She only told him
- I will save you
- The next morning
- something strange appeared on the farm
- Above the pigpen
- the spider web
- shone in the sunlight
- with clear words written on it
- Some Pig
- People stopped
- read the web again and again
- and then looked down at Wilbur
- They began to talk
- to hesitate
- and to see the pig in a new way
- Night came again
- Charlotte kept working
- She moved back and forth in the air
- pulling out new threads
- The web changed again and again
- and new words appeared
- Terrific
- Radiant
- Humble
- Each word
- carried Wilbur farther from death
- On the day of the fair
- Wilbur was taken away
- and became the center of the crowd
- Charlotte
- stayed in the corner
- and finished her last weaving
- She laid her egg sac
- and trusted it to Wilbur
- Then
- she never woke up again
- Wilbur lived
- but he lost his friend
- Spring came
- and the little spiders were born
- Most of them floated away with the wind
- only a few
- stayed on the farm
- Wilbur slowly grew old
- and the farm changed its shape
- But the web that once held words
- the friendship given at the cost of a lifetime
- remained in this world
