In one corner, spring hasn't returned.

  In one corner, spring hasn't returned. A little boy is crying under a frozen tree there. He wants to climb the tree, but he is too short. The North Wind is blowing around him.
  "Climb up," says the tree to the boy.
  "I can't," cries the little boy. "I'm too short."
  在花园某个角落里,春天还是没到。有一个小男孩正在一棵结冻的树下哭泣。他想爬到树上,但是他太矮了。北风正在他四周吹着呢。
  树朝着这个男孩说:“爬上来啊。”
  小男孩哭着说:“我太矮了,爬不上去。”