[讨论]四季与音乐-来自山谷的回音, 试译下:加题:Seasons and the country

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四季与音乐-来自山谷的回音, 试译下:加题:Seasons and the country

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秋天，阳光有如红酒，一点一滴地都要醉人。我的阁楼窗玻璃上贴着不同色块拼凑的透光纸，阳光透进来散成几束色彩斑斓的光晕，我独喜欢酒红色的那一片。这个时候要听Don Williams、Patsy Cline、Brad Paisley的声音。给自己一杯清水，找一个舒适的姿势蜷起来。那是一种精致纯正而且原汁原味的音乐，有钢琴、弦乐做背景和声，很容易辨识。偶尔激烈的节奏里也有不受约束的情感。孤独伤感的时候，或者需要发泄不安的时候，在里面便能微妙地听到自己心的声音。[1]

此时如果读到Cyril Connolly

康利诺的小说<The unquiet Grave不平静的坟墓>

中这样的句子，你是否也会感同身受呢：

“Fallen leaves lying

on the grass in the November sun

 bring more happiness than the daffodils.” -此段略

 冬天，暖暖的阳光是叫人庸懒的。找个象牙色的杯子泡一杯对味的咖啡，放Kenny Rogers、Willie Nelson的唱片。然后漫不经心地看一缕腾起的白雾，在鼻间蔓延开来。在一段优美的旋律里，听着精致的声线，伴着缓慢温柔的经典，从每一口咖啡的温暖中找到各自喜欢的苦与香。[2]

 冬天，暖暖的阳光是叫人庸懒的。找个象牙色的杯子泡一杯对味的咖啡，放Kenny Rogers、Willie Nelson的唱片。然后漫不经心地看一缕腾起的白雾，在鼻间蔓延开来。在一段优美的旋律里，听着精致的声线，伴着缓慢温柔的经典，从每一口咖啡的温暖中找到各自喜欢的苦与香。[2]

每每至此，我会想起

Percy Bysshe Shelley. 雪莱

在<Ode to West Wind西风颂>中的经典名句：

O Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

冬天来了，春天还会远吗？此段略

一把夏威夷吉他，一只口琴，一个好声音，再这么多的喜和愁，忧和乐，只是这样。无论如何搭配，都是经典。在阳光明媚的下午，放一张乡村音乐的唱片，找一本喜爱的书。每一段音乐都是用心的美感之作，每一段美好的回忆就这样让手中的文字带给你...[3]

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[1]秋天: Come autumn, it’s fascinating, easily, to-be-drunken in the sun, colored as wine. My lofty window papered like the church’s. It shines splittingly into colored-circles, but the red one is my loved. Thus the moment for Don Williams, Patsy Cline, or Brad Paisley, just need a cup of water plain, nestle yourself into pleasant positions. Enjoy their voices, their music of a pure origin type, so fine, not at all artificial. Easily you distinguish piano’s, string-band midst in the background, Wildly You went emotional, hearing the inner-voice of your heart, in the moment of loneliness, thrilled in a sudden feeling unsecured, or saddened.
  

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       冬天Only in winters, the real warmth from sun make you feel lazily to do nothing (relaxed and lazy). Now, just a cup, ivory-colored, let go (put on)the “Kenny Rogers”, “Willie Nelson” then, the white creamy smoke danced to moisture your nose, in a alluring music, the voices, the magnificent classics, dripped softly to you mind, followed with taste of bitter or sweet in your each sipping.    

 

[3]
       冬天A guitar, a harmonica?, and a thick voice, all mixed classically with the happiness or worries, delighted or lonely, but only be brightened in such a sunny winter afternoon. A piece of ‘country’, or a book beloved, the very single piece aired in appreciation of my heart; Words in lyrics (episodes) narrated a soul and memorized on paper the same way.

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