鱼鳞

“儿子，你过来。”父亲招呼我。我走过去，他向我展示他的手。我真希望他不要这样，可他还是自顾自地说，“如果你变成想我一样的渔夫，你手上也会长出鳞片。”

"Son, come here." My father greeted me. I walked over and he showed me his hand. I wished he wouldn't, but he said to himself, "If you become a fisherman like me, you'll grow scales on your hands."

“长出鳞片有什么可怕的呢？”

"What's so terrible about having scales?"

“没有人愿意和你一起玩，没人会和你做朋友，没有女孩子会喜欢你，别人见到你的孩子，都会说他的身上有鱼腥味，最后…“他悲伤地说，”连你自己都会变成一条鱼。“

"No one wants to play with you, no one will be your friend, no girl will like you, people will see your child, they will say that he smells of fish, and finally... "He said sadly," Even you yourself will become a fish."

”身体是由灵魂的形状决定的。“说完这话，父亲跳进海里游走了。我再也没见过父亲。

The body is determined by the shape of the soul. "With that, my father jumped into the sea and swam away. I never saw my father again.