The weight of a snowflake

“Tell me the weight of a snowflake,”a titmouse asked a wild dove.

"Nothing more than nothing,"was the answer.

"In that case I must tell you a marvelous story," the titmouse said.

"I sat on the branch of a fir tree, close to its trunk, when it began to snow-not heavily, not in a raging blizzard---no, just like a dream, without a sound and without any violence. Since I did not have anything better to do, I counted the snowflakes settling on the twigs and needles of my branch. Their number was exactly 8865220. When 8865221st dropped onto the branch, nothing more than nothing, as you say ---the branch broke off."

Having said that, the titmouse flew away.

The dove, since Noah's time an authority on the matter, thought about the story for a while, and finally said to herself,"perhaps there is only one person's voice lacking for peace to come to the world."

“告诉我雪花有多重，”一只山雀问野鸽子。

“几乎没有什么重量，”鸽子回答说。

“那样的话，我必须告诉你一件不可思议的事儿。”山雀说。

“我卧在冷杉树上，离树干很近，这时天开始下起了雪，不是很大，不是狂风暴雪，不是，就像一个梦似的，悄无声息，一点都不猛。因为无事可做，我就数起了落在树杈枝叶上的雪花。它们的确切数目是8865220片。你说雪花几乎没什么重量，但当第8865221片雪花落在树枝上时，树枝就折断了。”

说完，山雀就飞走了。

从诺亚时期就已是各种问题权威人士的鸽子想了一会儿这个故事，最后自言自语的说：“也许让和平来到世上，再有一个人的声音就够了。”