Exiguous, miscellaneous brushwood gives birth to the signs of human habitation on the hill in the winter, it is deadwood defeats a leaf completely on the ground, without a bit opportunity of survival, now and then a few crows stay to standing slow-wittedly on the tree look around. A cold wind has been blown, let a person can'ted help hitting a shiver.
冬天的山上人烟稀少、杂草丛生，地上全是枯枝败叶，没有一点生机，偶尔有几只乌鸦在树上呆呆地站着张望。一阵寒风吹过，让人不禁打了个寒战。
Gate of that ancient cloister on hill is extremely shabby, there is a large hole on roof, still remain a few fade lubricious tile. The window of cloister is paper, was stained with dirt, some window paper that cut a hole swing along with wind, as if to be blown forcibly can drop at a heat come down. It is in the old hall of temple one honour lofty figure of Buddha, the body of figure of Buddha is fast also disintegrate, only alone of the foot of figure of Buddha or in good condition nondestructive. Blast cold wind has been blown, the noise that the window gives out ” of “ Zhi Zhi resembles house of a ghost same.
山上那座古寺庙大门破旧不堪，房顶上有一个大洞，还剩下一些褪了色的瓦片。寺庙的窗户是用纸糊的，沾满了灰尘，有的破了洞的窗户纸随风摆动，仿佛用力吹一口气就会掉落下来。庙的大堂里是一尊高大的佛像，佛像的身体也快四分五裂了，唯独佛像的脚还是完好无损的。一阵阵寒风吹过，窗户发出“吱吱”的响声像一座鬼屋一样。
There are an old monk and a small bonze in temple. One day, small bonze sleeps in temple, a cold wind was blown from a crack between a door and its frame. …… of A of “ A …… atishoo! ” Xiaohe still hit a sneeze, think in the heart innocent cold ah! “ master, I am very cold ……” Xiaohe is still so cold that ……” Xiaohe hit shiver continuously, asp and more than. Is “ cold? Cold carry water downhill, you are not cold after carrying water! ” master replies, gave small bonze a pair of bucket next.
庙里住着一个老和尚和一个小和尚。有一天，小和尚在庙里睡觉，一阵寒风从门缝里吹了进来。“阿……阿……阿嚏！”小和尚打了个喷嚏，心里想天真冷啊！“师父，我好冷……”小和尚冷得直打哆嗦，颤抖不止。“冷？冷就下山挑水去，挑完水后你就不冷了！”师父回答道，然后就给了小和尚一副水桶。
Then, small bonze is obliged to mention pail, loath Xiang Shan falls.
于是，小和尚只得提起水桶，不情愿地向山下走去。
After is the ……”” after “ prince kissed white snow princess kissed how? ” is abrupt, small bonze hears voice of a conversation, it is a pair of father and son are in so taletelling. Small bonze never has listened story, he puts down pail stealthily, hide in the eavesdrop in the covert behind father and son, small bonze is listening to listening to be entered fan. Small bonze heart thinks: I and master lived so old, master however a story had not been told to me! Be no good! After carrying water, I should look for a master to judge judge which is right, the composition also gives me taletelling! Thinking so, small bonze is carrying pail, run at a stride by the side of the river below start running make a pilgrimage to a temple on a famous mountain.
“王子亲吻了白雪公主后……””亲吻后怎么了？”突然，小和尚听到一阵说话声，原来是一对父子正在讲故事。小和尚从来没有听过故事，他悄悄地放下水桶，躲在父子身后的树丛中偷听，小和尚听着听着就入了迷。小和尚心想：我和师父生活了那么多年，师父却一个故事都没有给我讲过！不行！挑完水后，我要找师父评评理，作文也给我讲故事！这么想着，小和尚提着水桶，便撒腿朝山下的河边大步跑去。
The Xiaohe after carrying water still returns temple in puff and blow of tired bring about the desired sensation. He finds a master worker, both hands is forked waist, toot has a piece of small mouth, goggle at a pair of big eyes, one piece blushs greatly like like the apple. Small bonze is interrogatory: “ master, why don't you give me taletelling? ” Laohe still is shutting eye to hit, those who face small bonze is interrogatory, old monk appears not confused no hurry, stroke beard, open an eye to reply slowly: “ taletelling? Bonze not taletelling. Said again, master me also won't taletelling. ” Laohe still says, appear the sample that issue of a pair of “ does not pass to hang ” high already.
挑完水后小和尚回到庙里累得气喘吁吁。他找到师父，双手叉着腰，嘟起一张小嘴，瞪着一双大眼睛，一张脸红得像一个大苹果似的。小和尚质问：“师父，你为什么不给我讲故事？”老和尚正在闭目打座，面对小和尚的质问，老和尚显得不慌不忙，摸了摸胡子，慢慢睁开眼睛回答道：“讲故事？和尚都不讲故事。再说了，师父我也不会讲故事。”老和尚说完，显得一副“事不关已高高挂起”的样子。
This issues small bonze grouchy, make fun of a dot disposition to come, it is crying is to be troubled by, force old monk quickly mad. Old monk does not have method, be forced to say helplessly: “ is good well, my small ancestor, not was troubled by, I give you taletelling. ” Xiaohe still listened, smile through tears, say: “ is told quickly then! ” sees old monk does not no hurry unbearably only ground preach: “ had a mountain once upon a time, there is a temple on hill, the ……” of small bonze taletelling that there is an old monk to wanting to hear a story to in temple.
小和尚这下不高兴了，耍起小孩子脾气来，又是哭又是闹，快把老和尚逼疯了。老和尚没有办法，只好无奈地说：“好好好，我的小祖宗，不闹了，我给你讲故事。”小和尚听了，破涕为笑，说道：“那快讲吧！”只见老和尚不慌不忙地讲道：“从前有座山，山上有座庙，庙里有一个老和尚正在给一个想听故事的小和尚讲故事……”。
“ stops stop! ” Xiaohe still interrupts the word say of old monk at once, “ is this us two? ”“ hum! Do this also call ”“ the story? ” Laohe still feels mustache to laughing at an answer: You did not say “ again should hear what kind of story. ”
“停停停！”小和尚连忙打断老和尚的话说道，“这不就是我们俩吗？”“嗯！”“这也叫故事？”老和尚摸了摸胡子笑着回答：“你又没有说要听什么样的故事。”
Small bonze is extremely angry, run temple door cries aloud to the woods: “ my —— wants —— to hear thing of —— reason —— ! The call of arise suddenly of ” small bonze, frighten so that the crow on the tree attacks attack the ground flies to far.
小和尚气极了，跑出庙门对着树林大声喊道：“我——要——听——故——事！”小和尚突如其来的喊声，吓得树上的乌鸦扑扑地向远处飞去。
Old monk looks at small bonze, feeling mustache to burst out laughing again.
老和尚看着小和尚，摸着胡子又哈哈大笑起来。(文/邱诗然)