One midnight, a little girl woke up to pass water. She by herself got up and down her bed, walked to the bedroom door and opened it. She looked outside and walked back, for it was so dark in the hall that she feared.
Her mother said, “Don’t be afraid, honey. Take courage!”
“What’s courage?” she asked, running to her mother’s bed.
“Courage is the brave breath,” her mother answered.
“Mum, do you have courage?”
“Certainly.”
The girl held out her little hands, saying, “Mum, blow some of your breath of courage to me.”
After her mother blew out two mouthfuls of breath into her little cold hands, the little girl clenched her fists(握拳) nervously, afraid that the “breath of courage” would run away. Then with her fists clenched, she walked out of the bedroom towards the bathroom with nothing to fear.
Her mother said to herself, “It will be nice if someone can blow some kind of ‘breath’ to me. Then I can hold it in my hands too when I feel terrified or lost.”
In fact, mostly, what we are terrified of is nothing but the fear in our mind. Who we should defeat(战胜) is nobody but ourselves.
“宝贝,别害怕,拿出你的勇气来”,小女孩的妈妈鼓励她道。
小女孩跑到妈妈的床边问道:“什么事勇气?”
“勇气就是勇敢的气”,妈妈回答。
“妈妈,你有勇气吗?”
“那当然。”
小女孩伸出自己的小手,然后说道:“妈妈,那你吹一点你的勇气给我。”
于是妈妈向小女孩冰冷的手心里吹了两大口气,只见小女孩小心地握起自己的小拳头,生怕“勇气”从手里漏走,然后握着拳头无所畏惧地走出了房间朝浴室走去。
妈妈自言自语道:“如果有人给我吹气就好了,这样我当我害怕迷惘的时候也可以握在手心。”
其实,很多时候我们害怕的并不是什么东西,而是存在我们心里的恐惧。我们真正要打败的不是任何人,而是我们自己。
有个别句子翻译的不大通顺呀