【赫临译笔】秋天的故事 - 心云驛站

这是个金色的季节。看着黄叶在凉风中飘落，我喜欢一个人听着沙沙地响声，漫步在落叶中。

秋天是个收获的季节，生活却索然无味。无所事事的日子总是令我沮丧。但有一天，一个小提琴的声音传入了我的耳鼓，犹如山中流淌的小溪。我惊奇地跳了起来，想看看是谁在演奏。一个我从没见过的妙龄女郎，正站在风中演奏着小提琴。音乐如此迷人，我静静地倾听。沉浸在音乐中，我没有意识到我在那里站了许久许久，但我的存在似乎并没有惊扰她。

叶子还在飘落。每天她都在大楼的一隅演奏，我总是下楼观看。我是她唯一的听众。秋天似乎不再孤寂，生活也变得有趣。尽管我们素不相识，我想我们已经是好朋友了。我相信她也喜欢我。

秋天即将过去。一天，我正在专心地倾听，琴声戛然而止。令我惊奇的是，女郎朝我走了过来。

突然，她面露悲戚之色，我感到有些异样。“我来这里看奶奶。现在我必须走了。我一度拉得很糟糕，是你的每日来听鼓舞了我。”她说。“事实上，是你的演奏给了我一个有意义的秋天。”我答。“让我们做朋友吧。”女郎笑了，我也笑了。

我再也没听过这种演奏，我也不再像从前一样下楼倾听。留下的只有厚厚的落叶。但我会永远记得女郎的姣好身段。像梦幻，像流星，如此短暂，如此明亮，美丽了整个秋天。

朋友有许多种：一些人伴你左右，但并不理解你；一些人只与你相交数语，但却是你的选择。许多人走进你的生活，但只有真正的朋友会留下足迹。

我会永远记住这个秋天和这个拉小提琴的女郎。她将使我们的友谊历久弥新，我知道她将永远是我最好的朋友。

It was the golden season. I could see the yellow leaves floating on the cool wind. In such a season, I liked walking alone in the leaves, listening to the sound of them.

Autumn is a harvest season and life is uninteresting. The free days always get me down. But one day, the sound of a violin flowed into my ears like a stream flowing in the mountains. I was so surprised that I jumped to see what it was. A young girl, standing in the wind, was last in playing her violin. I had never seen her before. The music was so attractive that I listened quietly. Lost in the music, I didn't realize that I had been standing there for so long but my existence did not seem to disturb her.

Leaves were still falling. Every day she played the violin in the corner of the building when I went downstairs to watch her performance. I was the only audience. The autumn seemed no longer lonely and life became interesting. Though we didn't know each other, I thought we were already good friends. I believes she also like me.

Autumn was nearly over. One day, when I was listening devotedly, the sound suddenly stopped. To my astonishment, the girl came over to me.

Suddenly, a sad expression appeared on her face and I could feel something unusual. "I came here to see my grandmother. But now I must leave. I once played very badly. It was your listening every day that encourage me." she said." In fact, it was your playing that give me a meaningful autumn." I answered. "Let us be friends." The girl smiled and I smiled.

I never heard the play again in my life. I no longer went downstairs to listen like before. Only thick leaves were left behind. But I will always remember the fine figure of the girl. She is like a dream; so short, so bright, like a shooting star giving off so much light that it makes the autumn beautiful.

There are many kinds of friends. Some are always with you, but don't understand you. Some say only a few words to you, but are chose to you. Many people will step in your life, but only true friends leave footprints.

I shall always recall the autumn and the girl with the violin. She will always bring back the friendship between us. I know she will always be my best friend.