我花了12年的时间才学会自理，我甚至孤身一人住在离家几英里远的城市，强迫自己独立，一切都由自己动手，把我放在船上等于剥夺了我所获得的一切。难道你不明白我为什么反对你那样做吗?我不想让自己感到懦弱无助。”这就是一位身残志坚的姑娘心里真实的想法，下面我们来看一下这篇双语文章。

　　As they went down the path Charles selfishly only thought of his own needs, finally he lost control and said，"Amy, I need to have you dependent upon me." He grabbed the wheelchair and pushed her along. She had to let go of the wheels or injure herself. He could not see the anger in her eyes, and it was just as well for it was an anger he would not have understood.

　　他们沿着小路继续往前走着，最后他失去了控制，说：“艾米，我需要你依赖我。” 查尔斯只在心里自私地想着自己的需要。他一把抓过轮椅，推着她飞跑起来。结果她只得把手从轮子上放开，以免伤着了自己。他看不到她眼眸中的愤怒，这样也好，因为那种愤怒不是他所能理解的。

　　She would not answer her telephone the next morning but in his mail that afternoon came an envelope that he knew had come from Amy. The handwriting was not beautiful, but it was without question hers. Inside was only a card on which she had written:

　　第二天早上，她不愿接他打来的电话。不过下午，在他收到的邮件中有一封信，他知道那准是艾米写来的。字写得并不漂亮，但无疑是她的笔迹。里面只有一张卡片，她在上面写道：

　　If you want something badly enough,

　　You must let it go free.

　　If it comes back to you,

　　It&aposs yours.

　　If it doesn&apost,

　　You really never had it anyway.

　　(Anonymous)

　　如果你渴望爱情，

　　就必须给它自由。

　　倘若鸟儿回还，

　　它就不再飞走。

　　若它去无影踪，

　　你从未真正拥有。

　　(无名氏)

　　He ran out of his apartment, rusing to believe that Amy might no longer be in her home. As he was running towards her apartment, he kept hearing a roar in his ears: "You must let it go free; you must let it go free."

　　他冲出公寓大楼，不相信艾米会搬家。他朝她的公寓狂奔而去，一路上只有一个声音不绝于耳：“给它自由;你必须给它自由!”

　　But he thought: I can&apost risk it, she is mine, can&apost give her a chance not to belong to me, can&apost let her think she doesn&apost need me, she must need me. Oh God, I have to have her.

　　但是他想：我不能冒这个险，她是我的;我决不能放手，决不能让她不属于我，决不能让她以为她不需要我;她一定需要我。哦，上帝，我必须得到她!

　　But her apartment was empty. Somehow in the hours overnight, she had packed - by herself -and moved by herself. The rooms were now impersonal; their cold stillness could not respond when he fell to the floor and sobbed.

　　然而她的公寓空空如也。她一定是在头天夜里花了几个小时打好行装——自己动手——独自离去。此刻，房间里不再有任何生命的气息。他倒地啜泣，回答他的只有一片阴冷的寂静。

　　By the middle of August he had heard nothing from Amy. He went often to the park but avoided looking for the white bird.

　　到了8月中旬，他依然没收到艾米的任何消息。他时常去公园，但总是小心翼翼地不去寻找那只小白鸟。

　　September came and had almost gone bore he finally received a letter. The handwriting was without question hers. The postmark was that of a city many miles distant. He tore open the envelope and at first thought it was empty. Then he noticed a single white feather had fallen from it. In his mind, the white bird rose in flight and its wings let fly one feather. Were it not for the feather, no one would have known that the white bird had ever been. Thus he knew Amy would not be back, and it was many hours bore he let the feather drop out of his hand.

　　9月不觉来临，又即将悄然逝去，他终于收到了另一封熟悉的来信。无疑是她的笔迹。邮戳标明寄自另一个遥远的城市。他撕开信封，最初还以为里面空无一物，随后才发现有一根从信封中飘落的洁白羽毛。他的脑海里幻化出那只小白鸟，它振翅飞翔，一片羽毛从它的翅上抖落。倘若不是鸟儿在离去时留下这片羽毛为证，有谁会知道小白鸟曾经来过?他幡然醒悟：艾米再也不会回来了。不知过了多久，他才让那根羽毛从手中悄然滑落。

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