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Many years ago, In a city in Arabia, there was a boy called Aladdin.
很多年以前，在一个阿拉伯城市里，有一个男孩儿叫阿拉丁。
He lived with his mother in a little house near the market, and they were very poor.
他和他的母亲住在市场附近一个很小的屋子里，过着穷苦的日子。
Aladdin’s mother worked all day, and sometimes half the night, but Aladdin never helped her.
阿拉丁的母亲整天在辛勤的劳作，有时甚至忙碌到深夜，但阿拉丁从来都不帮助她。
He was a lazy boy and he did not like to work.
他很懒惰，不喜欢劳动，
He only wanted to play all the time.
只想整天玩耍。
Every morning he ran through the streets to the market.
每天早晨他都穿过街道跑到市场上，
There, he talked and laughed and played with his friends all day.
一整天都和伙伴们在那儿说笑嬉戏，
Then in the evening he went home for his dinner.
傍晚时分才回家吃饭。
And every night his mother said to him:”Oh, Aladdin, Aladdin !
每天晚上他的母亲都对他说：唉，阿拉丁，阿拉丁！
You are a lazy boy-a good-for-nothing!
你这个懒惰的孩子---真是没用！
When are you going to do some work, my son?”
你什么时候才能做点事呢，儿子？
But Aladdin never listened to his mother.
但阿拉丁从来都不听母亲的话。
One day in the market there was an old man in a long black coat.
一天，市场上来了一个身穿黑色长袍的老头儿。
Aladdin did not see him, but the old man watched Aladdin very carefully.
阿拉丁并没有注意到他，老头儿却在仔细地观察着阿拉丁。
After some minutes he went up to an orange-seller and asked:
过来好一会儿他走到一个卖橘子的摊贩前问道：
“That boy in the green coat-who is he?”
“那个穿绿衣服的男孩子---他是谁啊？”
“Aladdin, don of Mustafa ,”was the answer.
“阿拉丁，穆斯塔法的儿子。”摊贩答道。
The old man moved away.
老头儿随即走开了。
“Yes ,”he said quietly.
“是的。”他低声地自言自语道，
Yes, that is the boy.
是的,就是这个男孩儿。
The right name , and the right father.
就是这个名字，他父亲的名字也对。
Then he called out to Aladdin:“Boy! Come here for a minute.
然后他冲阿拉丁喊道：“孩子！过来一下。
Is your name Aladdin? Aladdin, son of Mustafa?”
你叫阿拉丁吗？阿拉丁，穆斯塔法的儿子？”
Aladdin left his friends and came to the old man.
阿拉丁离开他的伙伴们来到老头儿面前。
“Yes,” he said, I am Aladdin, son of Mustafa.
“是的，”他说，我是阿拉丁，穆斯塔法的儿子。
But my father is dead. He died five years ago. ”
但我父亲已经死了，他五年前就死了。”
“Dead!” Said the old man.“Oh, no!” He put his face in his hands and began to cry.
“死了！”老头儿说。“哦，不！”他用手蒙着脸哭了起来。
