听听______的声音？英文双语对照

听听那鸟鸣的声音 某天的清晨，你在一阵清脆明快的鸟叫声中醒来，你惊觉，是春天来了吗？ 你有点迫不及待地打开久闭的窗子，清风拂来。

你望向街道，望向小园，期待着能看到那欢快之声的源头，期待着能在哪棵树上看到那灵动活泼的小身影。然而你只能听到一声一声的鸟鸣，不断传来，连成一片一片的鸟鸣，像是一首轻快的歌谣，轻敲你的心门。一定是春天来了，你自语。很快地，阳光普照了世界，照亮了整个世界的喧哗。你投入到了匆忙的人潮之中。充塞着你的耳朵的是刺耳的喇叭声，是人与人争论高谈之声，是电视新闻娱乐节目的热闹声……一天下来，你的眉头时常深锁，你的双肩时常酸疼，你的心里时常有个声音响起：为什么要继续这样的生活？世界为何总是一成不变的忙碌、喧闹？那某天清晨的鸟鸣，不曾再出现，似乎只是一个遥远的梦境。那天午后，你却突然间，感受到了生活的安宁与幸福。那时，你正临窗读《瓦尔登湖》，一本朋友送的书，一本在书架上积了灰尘的书。你读着读着，闻到了花香，闻到了湖水散发的气味，闻到了泥土、森林的气息……恍惚间，你听到了鸟鸣声。先是极清脆的一声，带着些孤单寥落；过了一会儿，有了清脆的三两声，仍是带着些许的寂寥些许的落寞。不久，鸟鸣声开始此起彼伏，像是一首欢快的钢琴曲。你侧耳细听，有幼雏的鸣唱，有少年小鸟们的大合唱，有青年鸟儿们的情歌对唱，有成年鸟儿们的窃窃私语；你甚至听到了，鸟儿在树间扑翅、跳跃的声音……真是一个热闹却令人心神安宁的世界，是书中的还是窗外的？ 你合上书，对着窗外那个小园子凝望聆听，是的，那鸟鸣声确确实实就在窗外，就在那几株刚刚抽了新芽的树上！但你又分明听到，那声音响在你的心坎上，响在你的灵魂深处的某个地方—— 你想起了那个茶园，在春光里熠熠生辉的茶园；想起了母亲，想起母亲在茶园劳作的身影；想起了当时的鸟鸣，在幽静的深山里婉转而动听……你想起了自己已经太久没有侧耳倾听一声鸟鸣，太久没有用心去听母亲的一顿唠叨，太久了没有去细听自己内心跳动的声音。你恍然间听到有水滴落书页的声音，惊觉时，那是你许久以来落的第一滴热泪。听听那鸟鸣声，无论是清晨还是日暮；听听那鸟鸣声，无论是深夜还是正午；听听那鸟鸣声，那声音里有你熟悉的温度，有你怀旧的身影，有你梦想的旧痕。听听那鸟鸣声！

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英文翻译对照，仅供参考

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The voice that hears that twitter one of these day early morning, you awake in a ringing and lively birdcall, your Jing becomes aware, be spring came? You have ground of bit of too impatient to wait to open long the window that close, cool breeze stroke comes.

You look to street, look at Xiang Xiaoyuan, expecting to be able to see the source of that lively sound, expecting to be able to see that clever and lively small figure on which tree. However the twitter that you can hear only, transmit ceaselessly, become a twitter repeatedly, resembling is a light ballad, clap your heart door. It is spring came certainly, you from language. Immediately, sunshine illuminate all things the world, enlightened of whole world roaring. In the stream that you threw haste. Congest is worn of your ear is harsh bray, it is person and the sound that the person argues to talk high, the lively sound that is program of TV news recreation... one the world comes, your brows is locked up greatly constantly, constant acid is fond of your double shoulder, there is an acoustical sound to rise constantly in your heart: Why should continue such life? Why is the world always invariable business, Bacchic? That some twitter of day early morning, never reappear, it is a distant dream only it seems that. That day afternoon, you are abrupt however, those who experienced the life is quiet with happiness. In those days, you are facing a window to read " made of baked clay Er ascends a lake " , a book that the friend sends, accumulated the book of dirt on the bookshelf originally. You are being read reading, smelled the flower is sweet, smelled the odour that lake water sends out, smelled the breath of clay, forest... absentminded, you heard twitter. It is extremely ringing first, taking some of alone sparse; Passed a little while, had 29 times ringing, still be to taking trifling lonesome and trifling desolate. Before long, twitter begins as one falls, resembling is a lively piano music. You listen attentively, have the sang of baby, have teenager young bird people cantata, have young bird people love song is antistrophic, have grown bird people steal steal murmurous; You were heard even, bird attacks between the tree wing, bouncing sound... really lively the world that makes popular feeling god quiet however, be is the book medium or outside the window? You add up to submit a written statement to a higher authority, gaze at listen respectfully to that Xiaoyuanzi outside the window, yes, that twitter is really outside the window, on the tree that just took new shoot in that a few individual plant! But you are heard clearly again, that acoustics is on your the bottom of one's heart, noisy a certain place in the depth of your soul -- you remembered that tea garden, in spring scenery Yi Yi is born brightness tea garden; Remembered a mother, recall the form that the mother works in tea garden; Remembered the twitter at that time, pleasant in the mild and indirect in peaceful remote mountains... you remembered yourself already too long did not incline the head listen attentively to twitter, too long a nag that goes listening to a mother without the intention, too long did not go fine the voice that hears the heartbeat inside oneself to move. You suddenly hear drop having water to fall the sound of page, when Jing becomes aware, that is the first hot tear that falls since your for a long time. Listen to that twitter, no matter be early morning or eventide; Listen to that twitter, no matter be late night or midday; Listen to that twitter, there is familiar temperature in that sound, have your nostalgic figure, have the old mark that you dream. Listen to that twitter!