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Grandpa and His Canary
《爷爷和他的金丝鸟》
My silver-bearded Grandpa Chuckles like an old locust tree shaking loose its blooms Early every morning He hangs his finely woven birdcage on a branch And closely scrutinizes the little canary, Still a baby, all golden and downy. How Grandpa grins with glee.
飘银须的老爷爷 笑得象棵落英的古槐树 每天清晨 他把精心编织的鸟笼挂上树杈——端详他那只幼小的金丝鸟 鸟儿长满了绒绒的金羽 爷爷喜得乐乐呵呵
Up, up He lifts my stocky body up For me to feed the bird a few grains And coax it into sweet song
他举起我圆乎乎的身子：上去，上去！给鸟儿送把麦粒吃 听它唱支动听的歌
Crack goes the branch, The cage is broken, The bird is flown, Shattering Grandpa's perpetual delight. He raises his cane as if wanting to hit me But I can't tell where the bird has gone.
“咔嚓”树杈断了 笼子坏了 鸟儿飞了 打碎了爷爷固执的欢笑 爷爷向我操起拐杖 我不知鸟儿飞向了何方
Grandpa, clutching the mended cage, Sets out with me to scour the woods. A peep of clear crisp trilling notes Leads us to our joyous find—Upon a leafy branch Perches our golden canary It twitters: I'm not going back with you, I've built myself a fine sturdy nest.
爷爷拎着修好的鸟笼和我转遍了树林 一串清脆的鸣啭 我们惊喜地找寻啊，繁茂的树枝上站着那只金丝鸟 叽叽喳喳地说：我不回去了 自己筑了坚固的巢
Looking upward at the nest, Frosty beard quivering and Dropping little sweat beads. Is Grandpa crying or laughing? Tapping my shoulder he wildly gestures: Fly, oh fly away…
爷爷仰望着鸟巢 飘霜的胡须 抖落了许多汗水 不知他是哭还是笑 比比划划地拍着我的肩膀：飞吧，飞……
