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<div style="width:100%;background-color:#ffff00;">鱼和水有故事，那两句对白很经典，几乎谁都知道，但却很少人知道故事的全篇鱼说：“你看不见我眼中的泪，因为我在水中。”水说：“我能感觉到你的泪，因为你在我的心中这两句对白很经典，几乎谁都知道，但却很少人知道故事的全篇。鱼儿从小就是一个顽皮的孩子，她从不   
像别的孩子那样安静。她喜欢在水里蹿来蹿去，先是个50米冲刺，然后来一个急刹车或是一个急转弯。每   
每这时，水儿总是微笑地看着鱼儿…………   
   有时，鱼儿会碰到一些丧气的事，但在这时，温柔的水儿总是静静地倾听着，抚慰着鱼儿。白天，水儿 把鱼儿轻轻抛起，让她跃出水面，看看外面的世界，然后再将她稳稳地接住。到了夜里，水儿就成了最温暖 的摇篮，他总是轻轻地摇晃，哄着鱼儿让她入睡。在夏天的夜晚里，水儿总是将鱼儿拖到水面.  
  鱼儿渐渐长大了，她发现心里有一样东西让她牵挂——那就是水儿。一天，鱼儿终于鼓足了勇气告诉水儿她喜欢他，水 儿沉默了。“你为什么不说话？”鱼儿问。水仍旧沉默着，只是开始轻轻地摇着头。  
  妈妈说鱼儿不能爱水。 这是大自然的规律，就好象斑马只能爱斑马，花豹只能爱花豹；条纹的只能爱条纹，斑点的又只能爱斑点， 而斑点却是永远不能爱条纹的。   
   鱼儿不明白，如果条纹真的爱上了斑点，飞鸟真的爱上鱼儿，鱼儿真的爱上了水，那又该如何呢？  
  鱼儿不明白，她吐着泡泡对水说：“我爱你！”水儿再次沉寂，鱼儿没有再说什么，只是静静地躺在了水的怀抱里……   
  许久，鱼儿的开口打破了沉寂：“你看不见我眼中的泪，因为我在水中。”水说：“我能感觉到你的泪，因 为你在我心中。”鱼儿急了：“那你为什么不爱我？”水却只能说：“我不能爱你我居无定所，时常到处漂流,你和我在一起会很辛苦的。”   
    鱼儿又坚定地说：“我不怕，我要永远和你在一起！”可是，水终究逃不过漂流的命运，他流人了一条大河，鱼儿一直寸步不离地陪着他。他们相拥着饶过暗礁和险涛，流过江湖，跃下瀑布，流入一条小溪中。一路   
上，水儿将鱼儿轻轻抛起，又接住，再抛起，再接住，嬉闹着。水流越流越暖，最后快断流了！   
    “太好了，我们终于可以定居了。”鱼儿欢呼雀跃。“不行，水面太浅，太危险了，乘现在还有退路，你 赶快往回游吧！”水儿紧张地说。“不，不管怎么样，我决不离开你！”鱼儿坚决地说。  
  为了减少水的蒸发量， 白天，鱼儿静静地躺在水的怀里，不作任何运动。到了夜里，星星全落到了水里，鱼儿才开始嬉戏，把星星一颗颗吞进去，又吐出来，再吞进去，再吐出来，乐此不疲。  
  六月，火红的太阳照射着水面，尽管他们做了各种 努力，可水儿还是在一点一点的蒸发。鱼儿的脊背渐渐地露出了水面，水儿努力地激起了波澜，湿润着她的脊背，不让太阳将她灼伤。可是这样，更加加速了水的蒸发。终于，最后的一滴水也离开了鱼儿。鱼儿躺在了龟裂的土地上，奄奄一息。鱼儿的心脏在完成了最后一次跳动时，一滴眼泪从脸颊滑落。  
  突然，天空划过一道闪电，在几声响雷之后，大雨倾盆而下，鱼儿又回到了水的怀抱，水儿呼唤着鱼儿，可是鱼儿再也没有醒来，水带着悲伤的心情载着鱼儿像风一样地奔驰，撕裂心肺的哭声，任谁都可以到…………   

  水儿载着鱼儿，奋力奔跑，流到了一棵干枯的小树旁，水儿侵入了泥土里，把鱼儿的身体埋进了泥土，水儿对着鱼儿已腐烂的尸体轻轻地说：“我们不用到处奔流了，我找到了你的住所，从今以后，你中有我，我中有你……”   
    不知道过了多少年，树顶上长出了嫩绿色的新芽，在上面有一滴水珠，阳光下闪闪发亮，那是鱼儿的眼泪   
…………   

  鱼说：“你看不见我眼中的泪，因为我在水中。”   
  水说：“我能感觉到你的泪，因为你在我的心中。”   

  鱼对水说：我一直在哭泣，可是你永远都不知道，因为我在水里。   
  水说：我知道因为你一直在我的心里。   

  我不是鱼，你也不是水，你能看见我寂寞的眼泪吗？   
  也许，因为只是寂寞的情人泪。   

  鱼对水说：我永远不会离开你，因为离开你，我无法生存。   
  水说：我知道，可是如果你的心不在呢？   
    
   我不是鱼，你也不是，我不离开你是因为我爱你，   
   可是，你的心里有我吗？   

   鱼对水说：我很寂寞，因为我只能待在水里。   
   水说：我知道，因为我的心里装着你上午寂寞。   
我不是鱼，你也不是水，我寂寞是因为我思念你，   
可是，远方的你能感受到吗？   
    
   水对鱼说：如果没有鱼，那水里会剩下什么？   
   鱼说：如果没有你，那又怎么会有我？   

   我不是鱼，你也不是水，没有你的爱，我依然会好好的活，   
   可是，好好的活并不代表我可以把你忘记。   

   鱼对水说：一辈子不能出去看看外面的世界，是我最大的遗憾。   
   水说：一辈子不能打消你的这个念头，是我最大的失败。   
我不是鱼，你也不是水，现在的我只想要一个一辈子的承诺，   
可是，你负担得起吗？   

   鱼对水说；在你的一生中，我是第几条鱼？   
   水说：你不是在水中的第一条鱼，可却是我心中的第一条。   
我不是鱼，你也不的水，我们都不是彼此生命中的第一个，   
可是，知道吗？你是第一个我想要嫁的人。   

    鱼对水说：你相信一见钟情吗？   
    水说：当我意识到你是鱼的那一刻，就知道你会游到我的心里。   
我不是鱼，你也不是水，我以为我对你的感情不会长久，因为那是一见钟情。   
可是，我错了，感情如酒，越封越香，越长久。   

    鱼对水说：为什么每次都是我问你答？   
    水说：因为我喜欢在回答中让你了解我的心。   
     
    我不是鱼，你也不是水，为什么你总是让我等待？   
    难道，你不知道，等待==失去信心==放弃？   

    如果我是鱼，而你是水，那该有多好！   
    水永远都知道鱼的想法，因为鱼在水的心里。   

    但是我不是鱼，你也不是水，   
    你永远都不知道我的爱，因为我也许根本不在你的心里！   


    如果我是鱼，而你是水，   
    我可以游入你的心里吗？

In the very olden time there lived a semi-barbaric king, whose ideas, though somewhat polished and sharpened by the progressiveness of distant Latin neighbors, were still large, florid, and untrammeled, as became the half of him which was barbaric. He was a man of exuberant fancy, and, withal, of an authority so irresistible that, at his will, he turned his varied fancies into facts. He was greatly given to self-communing, and, when he and himself agreed upon anything, the thing was done. When every member of his domestic and political systems moved smoothly in its appointed course, his nature was bland and genial; but, whenever there was a little hitch, and some of his orbs got out of their orbits, he was blander and more genial still, for nothing pleased him so much as to make the crooked straight and crush down uneven places.
     Among the borrowed notions by which his barbarism had become semified was that of the public arena, in which, by exhibitions of manly and beastly valor, the minds of his subjects were refined and cultured.
     But even here the exuberant and barbaric fancy asserted itself. The arena of the king was built, not to give the people an opportunity of hearing the rhapsodies of dying gladiators, nor to enable them to view the inevitable conclusion of a conflict between religious opinions and hungry jaws, but for purposes far better adapted to widen and develop the mental energies of the people. This vast amphitheater, with its encircling galleries, its mysterious vaults, and its unseen passages, was an agent of poetic justice, in which crime was punished, or virtue rewarded, by the decrees of an impartial and incorruptible chance.
     When a subject was accused of a crime of sufficient importance to interest the king, public notice was given that on an appointed day the fate of the accused person would be decided in the king's arena, a structure which well deserved its name, for, although its form and plan were borrowed from afar, its purpose emanated solely from the brain of this man, who, every barleycorn a king, knew no tradition to which he owed more allegiance than pleased his fancy, and who ingrafted on every adopted form of human thought and action the rich growth of his barbaric idealism.
     When all the people had assembled in the galleries, and the king, surrounded by his court, sat high up on his throne of royal state on one side of the arena, he gave a signal, a door beneath him opened, and the accused subject stepped out into the amphitheater. Directly opposite him, on the other side of the enclosed space, were two doors, exactly alike and side by side. It was the duty and the privilege of the person on trial to walk directly to these doors and open one of them. He could open either door he pleased; he was subject to no guidance or influence but that of the aforementioned impartial and incorruptible chance. If he opened the one, there came out of it a hungry tiger, the fiercest and most cruel that could be procured, which immediately sprang upon him and tore him to pieces as a punishment for his guilt. The moment that the case of the criminal was thus decided, doleful iron bells were clanged, great wails went up from the hired mourners posted on the outer rim of the arena, and the vast audience, with bowed heads and downcast hearts, wended slowly their homeward way, mourning greatly that one so young and fair, or so old and respected, should have merited so dire a fate.

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     But, if the accused person opened the other door, there came forth from it a lady, the most suitable to his years and station that his majesty could select among his fair subjects, and to this lady he was immediately married, as a reward of his innocence. It mattered not that he might already possess a wife and family, or that his affections might be engaged upon an object of his own selection; the king allowed no such subordinate arrangements to interfere with his great scheme of retribution and reward. The exercises, as in the other instance, took place immediately, and in the arena. Another door opened beneath the king, and a priest, followed by a band of choristers, and dancing maidens blowing joyous airs on golden horns and treading an epithalamic measure, advanced to where the pair stood, side by side, and the wedding was promptly and cheerily solemnized. Then the gay brass bells rang forth their merry peals, the people shouted glad hurrahs, and the innocent man, preceded by children strewing flowers on his path, led his bride to his home.
     This was the king's semi-barbaric method of administering justice. Its perfect fairness is obvious. The criminal could not know out of which door would come the lady; he opened either he pleased, without having the slightest idea whether, in the next instant, he was to be devoured or married. On some occasions the tiger came out of one door, and on some out of the other. The decisions of this tribunal were not only fair, they were positively determinate: the accused person was instantly punished if he found himself guilty, and, if innocent, he was rewarded on the spot, whether he liked it or not. There was no escape from the judgments of the king's arena.
     The institution was a very popular one. When the people gathered together on one of the great trial days, they never knew whether they were to witness a bloody slaughter or a hilarious wedding. This element of uncertainty lent an interest to the occasion which it could not otherwise have attained. Thus, the masses were entertained and pleased, and the thinking part of the community could bring no charge of unfairness against this plan, for did not the accused person have the whole matter in his own hands?

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     This semi-barbaric king had a daughter as blooming as his most florid fancies, and with a soul as fervent and imperious as his own. As is usual in such cases, she was the apple of his eye, and was loved by him above all humanity. Among his courtiers was a young man of that fineness of blood and lowness of station common to the conventional heroes of romance who love royal maidens. This royal maiden was well satisfied with her lover, for he was handsome and brave to a degree unsurpassed in all this kingdom, and she loved him with an ardor that had enough of barbarism in it to make it exceedingly warm and strong. This love affair moved on happily for many months, until one day the king happened to discover its existence. He did not hesitate nor waver in regard to his duty in the premises. The youth was immediately cast into prison, and a day was appointed for his trial in the king's arena. This, of course, was an especially important occasion, and his majesty, as well as all the people, was greatly interested in the workings and development of this trial. Never before had such a case occurred; never before had a subject dared to love the daughter of the king. In after years such things became commonplace enough, but then they were in no slight degree novel and startling.
     The tiger-cages of the kingdom were searched for the most savage and relentless beasts, from which the fiercest monster might be selected for the arena; and the ranks of maiden youth and beauty throughout the land were carefully surveyed by competent judges in order that the young man might have a fitting bride in case fate did not determine for him a different destiny. Of course, everybody knew that the deed with which the accused was charged had been done. He had loved the princess, and neither he, she, nor any one else, thought of denying the fact; but the king would not think of allowing any fact of this kind to interfere with the workings of the tribunal, in which he took such great delight and satisfaction. No matter how the affair turned out, the youth would be disposed of, and the king would take an aesthetic pleasure in watching the course of events, which would determine whether or not the young man had done wrong in allowing himself to love the princess.

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     The appointed day arrived. From far and near the people gathered, and thronged the great galleries of the arena, and crowds, unable to gain admittance, massed themselves against its outside walls. The king and his court were in their places, opposite the twin doors, those fateful portals, so terrible in their similarity.
     All was ready. The signal was given. A door beneath the royal party opened, and the lover of the princess walked into the arena. Tall, beautiful, fair, his appearance was greeted with a low hum of admiration and anxiety. Half the audience had not known so grand a youth had lived among them. No wonder the princess loved him! What a terrible thing for him to be there!
     As the youth advanced into the arena he turned, as the custom was, to bow to the king, but he did not think at all of that royal personage. His eyes were fixed upon the princess, who sat to the right of her father. Had it not been for the moiety of barbarism in her nature it is probable that lady would not have been there, but her intense and fervid soul would not allow her to be absent on an occasion in which she was so terribly interested. From the moment that the decree had gone forth that her lover should decide his fate in the king's arena, she had thought of nothing, night or day, but this great event and the various subjects connected with it. Possessed of more power, influence, and force of character than any one who had ever before been interested in such a case, she had done what no other person had done - she had possessed herself of the secret of the doors. She knew in which of the two rooms, that lay behind those doors, stood the cage of the tiger, with its open front, and in which waited the lady. Through these thick doors, heavily curtained with skins on the inside, it was impossible that any noise or suggestion should come from within to the person who should approach to raise the latch of one of them. But gold, and the power of a woman's will, had brought the secret to the princess.
     And not only did she know in which room stood the lady ready to emerge, all blushing and radiant, should her door be opened, but she knew who the lady was. It was one of the fairest and loveliest of the damsels of the court who had been selected as the reward of the accused youth, should he be proved innocent of the crime of aspiring to one so far above him; and the princess hated her. Often had she seen, or imagined that she had seen, this fair creature throwing glances of admiration upon the person of her lover, and sometimes she thought these glances were perceived, and even returned. Now and then she had seen them talking together; it was but for a moment or two, but much can be said in a brief space; it may have been on most unimportant topics, but how could she know that? The girl was lovely, but she had dared to raise her eyes to the loved one of the princess; and, with all the intensity of the savage blood transmitted to her through long lines of wholly barbaric ancestors, she hated the woman who blushed and trembled behind that silent door.

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     When her lover turned and looked at her, and his eye met hers as she sat there, paler and whiter than any one in the vast ocean of anxious faces about her, he saw, by that power of quick perception which is given to those whose souls are one, that she knew behind which door crouched the tiger, and behind which stood the lady. He had expected her to know it. He understood her nature, and his soul was assured that she would never rest until she had made plain to herself this thing, hidden to all other lookers-on, even to the king. The only hope for the youth in which there was any element of certainty was based upon the success of the princess in discovering this mystery; and the moment he looked upon her, he saw she had succeeded, as in his soul he knew she would succeed.
     Then it was that his quick and anxious glance asked the question: "Which?" It was as plain to her as if he shouted it from where he stood. There was not an instant to be lost. The question was asked in a flash; it must be answered in another.
     Her right arm lay on the cushioned parapet before her. She raised her hand, and made a slight, quick movement toward the right. No one but her lover saw her. Every eye but his was fixed on the man in the arena.
     He turned, and with a firm and rapid step he walked across the empty space. Every heart stopped beating, every breath was held, every eye was fixed immovably upon that man. Without the slightest hesitation, he went to the door on the right, and opened it.
     Now, the point of the story is this: Did the tiger come out of that door, or did the lady ?
     The more we reflect upon this question, the harder it is to answer. It involves a study of the human heart which leads us through devious mazes of passion, out of which it is difficult to find our way. Think of it, fair reader, not as if the decision of the question depended upon yourself, but upon that hot-blooded, semi-barbaric princess, her soul at a white heat beneath the combined fires of despair and jealousy. She had lost him, but who should have him?

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     How often, in her waking hours and in her dreams, had she started in wild horror, and covered her face with her hands as she thought of her lover opening the door on the other side of which waited the cruel fangs of the tiger!
     But how much oftener had she seen him at the other door! How in her grievous reveries had she gnashed her teeth, and torn her hair, when she saw his start of rapturous delight as he opened the door of the lady! How her soul had burned in agony when she had seen him rush to meet that woman, with her flushing cheek and sparkling eye of triumph; when she had seen him lead her forth, his whole frame kindled with the joy of recovered life; when she had heard the glad shouts from the multitude, and the wild ringing of the happy bells; when she had seen the priest, with his joyous followers, advance to the couple, and make them man and wife before her very eyes; and when she had seen them walk away together upon their path of flowers, followed by the tremendous shouts of the hilarious multitude, in which her one despairing shriek was lost and drowned!
     Would it not be better for him to die at once, and go to wait for her in the blessed regions of semi-barbaric futurity?
     And yet, that awful tiger, those shrieks, that blood!
     Her decision had been indicated in an instant, but it had been made after days and nights of anguished deliberation. She had known she would be asked, she had decided what she would answer, and, without the slightest hesitation, she had moved her hand to the right.
     The question of her decision is one not to be lightly considered, and it is not for me to presume to set myself up as the one person able to answer it. And so I leave it with all of you: Which came out of the opened door - the lady, or the tiger?

大意说很久很久以前，有個未開化的國家，有個圓形的競技場，國王審判犯人的方式就是在競技場內一扇門關老虎，一扇門關美女，一切交給老天爺決定，國王相信如果犯人無罪，他應該會幸運選到美女，選到美女的人可以帶美女遠走高飛過幸福的日子；選到老虎的人就會被老虎咬死。

國王有個美麗的女兒，偏偏愛上一個平民青年，國家規定王室跟平民相戀是有罪的，所以國王發現後憤怒不已，把這名平民抓到競技場。同樣的，一扇門內關了老虎，一扇門內關了一位美女，這樣無論他選擇哪個門都不可能再與公主在一起，這樣國王就可以放心了。

全國的人們湧入競技場觀看，國王在場，公主也在場，公主事前就運用關係，已經知道哪一扇門後面是老虎，哪一扇門是美女。她蒼白著臉在看台上，青年望了她一眼，他知道公主一定知道兩扇門的秘密，他渴望公主給他一個方向，給他活路。公主在心裡掙扎萬分，她認識門後的美女，那是宮中最美麗的女僕，她無法忘懷相愛的點滴，無法接受他與美女遠走高飛，重新生活，卻也不願看到心愛的人死亡。

所以她想了很久，終於微指了右邊的門，青年於是慢慢走向了右邊那扇門，所有人都屏息以待門打開的結果 ，公主此時緩緩的走出競技場...

故事結束了，如果你是公主，妳會選哪扇門給他？