{"id":4929,"date":"2010-04-27T11:05:18","date_gmt":"2010-04-27T15:05:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/?p=4929"},"modified":"2010-04-28T10:04:37","modified_gmt":"2010-04-28T14:04:37","slug":"%e6%9b%b4%e6%83%b3%e5%88%b0-%e6%b2%88%e9%bb%98%e7%9a%84%e5%a4%a7%e5%a4%9a%e6%95%b8","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/?p=4929","title":{"rendered":"\u66f4\u60f3\u5230, \u6c88\u9ed8\u7684\u5927\u591a\u6578"},"content":{"rendered":"

(Through Rose-Coloured Glasses)<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sound of Silence<\/strong><\/p>\n

Simon & Garfunkel<\/p>\n

Hello darkness, my old friend, I’ve come to talk with you again,<\/p>\n

Because a vision softly creeping, Left its seeds while I was sleeping,<\/p>\n

And the vision that was planted in my brain,<\/p>\n

Still remains, within the sound of silence.<\/p>\n

In restless dreams I walked alone, Narrow streets of cobblestone,<\/p>\n

‘neath the halo of a street lamp, I turned my collar to the cold and damp<\/p>\n

When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light<\/p>\n

That split the night, and touched the sound of silence.<\/p>\n

And in the naked light I saw, Ten thousand people, maybe more.<\/p>\n

People talking without speaking, People hearing without listening,<\/p>\n

People writing songs, that voices never share.<\/p>\n

And no one dared, Disturb the sound of silence.<\/p>\n

“Fools” said I, “You do not know, Silence like a cancer grows.<\/p>\n

Hear my words that I might teach you, Take my arms that I might reach you.”<\/p>\n

But my words like silent raindrops fell,<\/p>\n

And echoed, In the wells of silence<\/p>\n

And the people bowed and prayed, To the neon god they made.<\/p>\n

And the sign flashed out its warning, In the words that it was forming.<\/p>\n

And the sign said, “The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls<\/p>\n

And tenement halls.” and whisper’d in the sounds of silence.<\/p>\n

\u9ed1\u6697, \u8001\u670b\u53cb, \u4f60\u597d
\n\u6211\u53c8\u6709\u8a71\u8ddf\u4f60\u8aaa
\n\u4e00\u500b\u5922\u5e7b
\n\u5728\u6211\u660f\u7761\u6642
\n\u6162\u6162\u6ef2\u5165
\n\u7559\u4e0b\u7a2e\u5b50
\n\u9019\u8166\u6d77\u7684\u5922\u5e7b
\n\u4f9d\u7136\u5b58\u5728
\n\u5728\u9019\u6c88\u9ed8\u7684\u97f3\u97ff<\/p>\n

\u4e0d\u5b89\u4e4b\u5922
\n\u6211\u7368\u6b65\u5728
\n\u72f9\u7a84\u7684\u77f3\u677f\u8def\u4e0a
\n\u9ec4\u6688\u7684\u8857\u71c8\u4e0b
\n\u53cd\u8d77\u6fd5\u51b7\u7684\u8863\u9818
\n\u523a\u773c\u7684\u9713\u8679\u71c8\u7684\u9583\u5149
\n\u628a\u9ed1\u591c\u5206\u88c2\u958b
\n\u89f8\u6478\u5230, \u6c88\u9ed8\u7684\u97f3\u97ff<\/p>\n

\u5728\u8d64\u88f8\u7684\u71c8\u5149\u4e0b
\n\u6211\u898b\u5230
\n\u4e0a\u842c\u7684\u4eba, \u6216\u8a31\u66f4\u591a
\n\u5728\u8aac\u8a71, \u4f46\u6c92\u6709\u8aac\u51fa
\n\u5728\u8046\u8074, \u4f46\u6c92\u6709\u8074\u5230
\n\u5728\u5beb\u4f5c, \u6c92\u6709\u5206\u4eab\u7684\u6a02\u7ae0
\n\u4e0d\u6562\u6253\u64fe, \u90a3\u6c88\u9ed8\u7684\u97f3\u97ff<\/p>\n

\u510d\u74dc, \u4f60\u662f\u5426\u77e5\u9053
\n\u6c88\u9ed8\u6709\u5982\u764c\u75c5\u822c\u7e35\u5ef6
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\n\u8acb\u63a5\u53d7\u6211\u4f38\u51fa\u7684\u624b
\n\u4f46, \u6211\u7684\u5fe0\u544a
\n\u50cf\u96e8\u9ede, \u975c\u975c\u5730
\n\u843d\u5728\u6c88\u9ed8\u7684\u4e95\u88e1
\n\u56de\u61c9\u7740<\/p>\n

\u4eba\u5011\u97a0\u8eac, \u7948\u79b1
\n\u5c0d\u7740\u4eba\u9020\u7684\u9713\u8679\u795e\u50cf
\n\u9583\u51fa\u8b66\u544a\u7684\u4e00\u53e5\u8a71
\n\u5b83\u8aac: \u5148\u77e5\u7684\u8a71, \u65e9\u5df3\u5beb\u5728\u5730\u9435\u7684\u7246\u58c1
\n\u5beb\u5728\u5ec9\u79df\u5c4b\u7684\u8d70\u5eca
\n\u8033\u8a9e\u7740, \u6c88\u9ed8\u7684\u97f3\u97ff<\/p>\n

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(~ Editor) Here is a vintage video of Simon & Garfunkel’s performance, while enjoying the fabulous translation from FB<\/em><\/p>\n