浙江金象科技:translate a simple story to chinese .......

Chapter I

HE was called Eyvind, and he cried when he was born. But as soon as he could sit up on his mother’s knee he laughed; and when they lighted the candle at evening, he laughed till the place rang again, but cried when he could not get to it. 1
“This boy will be something out of the common,” said his mother. 2
A bare rock frowned over the house where he was born, but it was not high; fir and birch trees looked down from its brow, and the wild cherry strewed blossoms on the roof. A little goat which belonged to Eyvind roamed about the roof; he had to be kept up there lest he should stray, and Eyvind carried leaves and grass up to him. One fine day the goat hopped over and away up the rock; he went straight ahead and came to a place where he had never been before. Eyvind could not see the goat when he came out after tea, and thought at once of the fox. He got hot all over, looked about, and called: “Goatie-goatie, and goatie-wee!” 3
“Ba-a-a-a!” said the goat up on the hillside, looking down with his head on one side. 4
But a little girl was kneeling beside the goat. 5
‘Is he your goat?” she asked. 6
Eyvind stood with open mouth and eyes, and thrust both hands into the pockets of his little breeches. 7
“Who are you?” he asked. 8
“I am Marit, mother’s baby, father’s mouse, little fairy in the house, grand-daughter of Ole Nordistuen of the hill-farms, four years old in autumn, two days after the first frost-nights, I am!” 9
“Are you though?” said he, drawing a long breath, for he had not ventured to breathe whilst she was speaking. 10
“Is he your goat?” asked the girl again. 11
“Yes,” said he, looking up. 12
“I’ve taken such a fancy to the goat. Will you not give him to me?” 13
“No, indeed, I won’t.” 14
She lay kicking her legs about and looking down at him, and then she said: “If I were to give you a butter-cake for the goat, mightn’t I have him then?” 15
Eyvind belonged to poor folks; he had eaten butter-cake only once in his life, that was when grandfather came to see them, and he had never tasted the like before nor since. He looked up at the girl. 16
“Let me see the cake first,” said he. Without waiting to be asked twice, she showed him a large cake which she held in her hand. 17
“Here it is!” said she, and threw it down. 18
“Oh, it’s all gone to pieces,” said the boy, and he carefully gathered up every bit. He couldn’t help just tasting the smallest, and it was so good that he had to taste one bit more; and before the knew what he was about he had eaten up the whole cake. 19
“Now the goat is mine,” said the girl. 20
The boy stopped short with the last bit in his mouth, the girl lay and laughed, the goat with his white breast and dark fleece stood by her, looking down sideways. 21