Florian had a small garden behind his house. Every autumn, oranges from his neighbor's tree fell over the fence. They landed in his flowers and on his chairs. He picked them up every morning, but there were always more.
弗洛里安的房子后面有一个小花园。每年秋天，邻居家树上的橙子都会越过围墙掉下来。它们落在他的花丛里，落在他的椅子上。他每天早上都去捡，可总是有更多。
"She does not care," he thought. "She never picks them. She never says sorry."
“她根本不在乎，”他想，“她从来不捡。也从来不说一声对不起。”
He sometimes saw his neighbor in her window, but they never talked. He was angry for a week.
他有时会在窗口看到邻居，但他们从来没说过话。他生了一个星期的气。
One Sunday, he took a big bag and filled it with oranges. Then he walked to her door. He wanted to say, "Please do something about your tree."
一个星期天，他拿了一个大袋子，装满了橙子。然后他走到她的门前。他想说：“请你处理一下你的树。”
He knocked. An old woman opened the door slowly. She held a stick in her hand.
他敲了敲门。一位老太太慢慢地开了门。她手里拄着一根拐杖。
"Yes?" she said.
“什么事？”她说。
Florian held up the bag. "These are from your tree," he said. "They fall into my garden."
弗洛里安举起袋子。“这些是你树上掉下来的，”他说，“它们掉进了我的花园。”
Her face changed. "Oh, I am sorry," she said. "I cannot reach the high branches now. My knees hurt, and I cannot carry a ladder. So the fruit just falls." She looked at the bag. "Please, take them. Take as many as you like. I am happy that someone wants them."
她的脸色变了。“哦，对不起，”她说，“我现在够不到高处的树枝了。我的膝盖疼，也搬不动梯子。所以果子就这么掉下来了。”她看了看袋子。“请拿去吧。你想拿多少就拿多少。有人想要它们，我很高兴。”
Florian looked at the bag in his hands. His anger was gone.
弗洛里安低头看着手里的袋子。他的怒气消失了。
"I am Renske," the woman said.
“我叫伦斯克，”老太太说。
"I am Florian," he said. "Please call me if you need help with the tree."
“我叫弗洛里安，”他说，“要是树上的事需要帮忙，请给我打电话。”
The next week, he made fresh orange juice. He brought a big bottle to her door. They drank it together on her porch.
下个星期，他榨了新鲜的橙汁。他带着一大瓶送到她的门前。他们一起坐在她的门廊上喝了起来。
