我陶醉了,沉静了……许久,才从思索与想像中醒来。
I am intoxicated and calm For a long time, I woke up from thinking and imagination.
后来的几天,我注意到每天傍晚,这笛声都会响起,只是,后来听到的笛声总没有第一次那么好了。每天,只要我一放下琴,笛声便准时地响起,我就跑到阳台上望着楼下的建筑工地仔细地听。我想像着,吹笛子的是个孤独的老人,在诉说着心事;也许是个孩子,我的眼前浮现出一个孩子骑在老水牛背上吹笛子的情景……
In the next few days, I noticed that every evening, the flute would ring, but the sound I heard later was not as good as the first time. Every day, as soon as I put down the piano, the flute will sound on time. I will run to the balcony and watch the construction site downstairs and listen carefully. I imagine that the flute player is a lonely old man, telling his mind; maybe it's a child, in front of my eyes, a child riding on the back of an old buffalo playing flute
有一天,当我照例走到阳台上向下看时,我看到一位建筑工人坐在地上,他正吹着笛子。忽然,笛声戛然而止,当它再次响起时,我惊异地发现,他吹的是我弹的曲子!虽然笛声时断时续,但我仍能分辨出来,这是我喜爱的一首曲子。不是亲眼所见,我无论如何不能相信,一个人仅凭耳朵听曲子,就能用手中的笛子原封不动地吹出来,而且吹得如此准确,虽然吹得不太熟练。做到这一切的,还是我往日十分轻视的工人!我感到震惊!
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