
吹小号的天鹅
|The Trumpet of the Swan原著作者|E B White Mist rises over the lake Reeds sway softly in the wind The swan father draws his wings close And guards the nest Shells crack open One by one the cygnets crawl out The last one lifts his head Opens his beak But no sound comes His brothers and sisters cry and splash Water sprays onto his face He can only nod Then shake his head And draw circles on the water with his wing tip At night He presses his beak to his chest And listens to his own heartbeat The swan father stands in the shallow water Looks at him For a long time Then turns away The swan father…
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