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[1](封面)
Dancers in the garden
by Joanne Ryder
Illustrations by Judith Lopez
花园舞者
文字：乔安娜•莱德
插画：朱迪思•洛佩
[2]（扉页）
Dancers in the garden
by Joanne Ryder
Illustrations by Judith Lopez
花园舞者
乔安娜•莱德 写
朱迪思•洛佩 画
[3]
In the chilly morning,
soft fog paints the garden gray.
Pink petals drift from the trees,
and leaves dangle, damp with dew.
晨，阴，冷。
薄雾罩着花园，一片灰蒙蒙。
枝头堆满了粉色的花骨朵，
叶儿垂着，被露水打湿。
Tucked among the shiny leaves,
a fluffy ball of dark feathers breathes softly.
The tiny bird sleeps so deeply
he does not wake when squrrel races by,
leaping from branch to branch to breakfast.
层层光滑的叶子下，藏着
一团毛茸茸的小球，羽毛黑黑的，轻柔地呼吸着。
这小小的鸟儿睡得可真沉啊！
他酣睡着，任由松鼠儿从身边跑过，
从这个枝头蹿到那个枝头去吃早餐。
[4]
Quietly the sun rises, spreading its light,
turning the garden green and the pond gold.
Gently the warm sun touches the sleeping bird,
till he stirs, stretching his wings
like a small dark fan, and flies into brightness.
As he dances in the sun,
hummingbird sparkles red, orange, green ---
his colors flashing in the moring light.
静悄悄的，太阳升起来了，发出耀眼的光，
花园满满的都是绿色，池塘变成金色的了。
暖暖的太阳温柔地抚摸着睡梦中的鸟儿，
直到他醒过来，展开他的翅膀，
那翅膀就像一把小小的黑扇子，他朝着光明飞去。
他在阳光中跳起了舞，
蜂鸟在闪耀着，红色、橙色、绿色……
他在晨曦中变幻着颜色。
[5]
Dancing in the brightness,
hummingbird dips down
where silken webs dangle,
trapping tiny flyers.
Quickly he plucks a web,
stealing his breakfast from spider.
Then he is gone,
soaring high into the trees.
蜂鸟在光明之中飞舞着，
他逢低而下；
那儿丝织的网在半空正微微颤动，
引诱着小飞虫们。
忽而他飞快地啄向一张网，
从蜘蛛那儿偷来了早餐。
而后他又急速上升,
消失在密林之中。
[6]
young children race through the green garden,
their feet thumping softly across a wooden bridge.
Curious hummingbird dips under the trees,
watching them watch him dance by.
The children laugh, each stretching farther,
trying to touch his bright feathers just out of reach.
孩子们在绿色的花园里跑来跑去，
他们的脚轻柔地踩过一座竹桥。
好奇的蜂鸟从树丛下低飞，
看着他们，而孩子们也正看着他飞过去。
他们笑着，个个探出身子伸出手来，远远地，
想要摸摸那根本就碰不到的明亮的羽毛。
Bzzzz…bzzzz…bzzzz…
Through the garden hummingbird dances,
his wings buzzing as he flies.
In the grassy shadows a gray cat listens,
turning her large ears up
to hear the soft whirring beyongd her reach, too.
嗡嗡嗡……嗡嗡嗡……嗡嗡嗡
蜂鸟在花园中自由地飞舞着，
他一边飞着翅膀一边发出啊嗡嗡的声音。
草丛的阴影里一只灰色的猫正听着，
竖起她那大耳朵，
仔细听那低低的蜂鸣声，其实她也没有办法摸到啊！
[7]
In the warm sun, red flowers open like lanterns,
and hummingbird rises to meet them.
He reaches deep inside each flower
with his thin, dark bill
and quickly licks the sweet nectar
with his long, long toungue.
太阳暖洋洋的，红色的花儿开放，恍若一盏盏灯笼，
蜂鸟飞上去拜访他们，
他直达每一朵花的花心深处，
用他那薄薄的黑色的嘴；
探出长长的舌头，
迅速地舔食那甜甜的花蜜。
[8]
Hummingbird dances from flower to flower,
hanging in space, pausing in mid-air,
his wings blurring, beating too fast to see.
No one dances quite like hummingbird ---
forward, backward, even upside down!
蜂鸟在花间飞舞着，
时而悬停在空中，
一对翅膀飞速地扑腾着，化作一片模糊地影像。
没有谁能像蜂鸟这样起舞——
忽而往前，忽而退后，甚至倒挂起来。
[9]
Bzzzz…bzzzzz.
Another bright bird dances near the red flowers.
He does not see hummingbird watching him.
Zeet…zeet, hummingbird calls angrily.
He darts back and forth,
his tail spread wide, buzzing and chasing,
till the stranger flies over a fence.
Then he rests, calling, Tick…tick…tick,
telling all birds, This is my garden.
These are my flowers.
嗡嗡嗡……嗡嗡嗡
又一只明亮的鸟儿飞近了红花。
他没有意识到蜂鸟正盯着他。
唧……唧，蜂鸟愤怒地叫着。
他冲来冲去，
尾巴完全张开，靠近并准备追击，
直至那陌生的鸟儿飞过了篱笆。
隨後他歇了一會兒，一聲聲叫著，嘀……嘀……嘀，
告訴旁的鳥兒，這是我的花園。
這些是我的花朵。
[10]
In the warmth of the day, hummingbird dances
near a fountain, bathing in its cool spray.
The clean wet bird perches in a patch of sun,
smoothing his bright feathers with his long bill.
在这和暖的日子里，蜂鸟飞舞着
靠近了一处泉眼，沐浴在它那清凉的水花中。
斑驳的日光下，这干净而湿漉漉的鸟儿休息着，
用他那长长地嘴梳理着自己明亮的羽毛。
[11]
At the edge of the garden,
trees stand tall.
Within their graceful branches,
a small bird tucks her nest.
She weaves together
soft feathers and strong grass,
green moss and pale spiderwebs
to make a tiny cup.
And when she’s done,
she dances down,
down to the garden…
在花园边上，
树木高耸。
在它们美丽的枝杈间，
一只小小的鸟儿筑起了她的巢。
她将柔软的羽毛和坚韧的蒲草
编织在一起，
还有绿色的苔藓和白色的蛛网，
弄成小小的杯状。
当她完成的时候，
她跳起舞来，
舞向花园深处……
[12]
Tick…tick…tick,
hummingbird calls, ready to chase her away.
But then he stops…and flies above her.
He does a special dance, dipping and rising,
his feathers buzzing, his feathers sparkling.
Zeeka…zeeka…zeeka, she calls to him.
And he flies higher, then dives ---
falling quickly, buzzing loudly --- from the sky.
He dips and soars again and agaiin,
dancing a fast wild dance --- just for her.
嘀……嘀……嘀，
蜂鸟叫着，准备将她赶走。
但他并没有这么做……而是飞到她的上空。
跳起一种特别的舞蹈，上下盘旋，
他的羽毛发出“嗡嗡”的声音，闪闪发亮。
叽喳……叽喳……叽喳，她朝他叫着。
于是他飞得更高，再度往下——
急速落下，“嗡嗡”很响——从天而降。
他一次又一次地降落升起，
越舞越疾，越舞越狂——这一切只为了她。
At last he buzzes closer,
dancing back and forth in front of her,
till both fly off, dancing in the sunlight,
to a shadowy place where they mate.
终于他飞近了，
在她面前来来回回，时而飞近，时而飞远，
直至双双飞起，在日光下共舞，
双宿于一个阴凉的地方。
[13]
Then the hummingbirds part ---
one to his flowers, one to her nest.
She rests by the small mossy cup
till hawk circles, gliding too near,
and she chases him far,
far away from the home
she has made for her young.
而后两只蜂鸟分开了——
一只飞向他的花儿，一只飞回她的小巢。
她窝在那布满苔藓的小杯里，
突然有只鹰隼在天空盘旋着，滑翔得越来越近，
她起身将他赶开，
赶得远远地，不让他靠近
她为孩子们搭的家。
[14]
As the sun creeps behind the tall trees,
animals find places to rest in the shadowy garden.
Hummingbird buzzes from flower to flower,
eating his last meal of this spring day.
太阳渐渐移到高高的树丛后面去了，
动物们在暗下来的花园里寻找休息的地方。
蜂鸟从一朵花飞到另一朵花上，
享有他在这个春日的晚餐。
[15]
Then he rests too,
closing his eyes, folding his wings,
till he’s small and dark like the small dark leaves
that dance around him in the cool evening breeze.
而后他也歇下了，
闭上眼，合上翅膀，
他那小小的黑色身子就像小小的黑色的叶子
在这微凉的夜风中，那些叶子正在他身边飘舞。
[16]
And in the tall trees, a small bird sleeps in her nest.
Soon she will lay a tiny white egg, then another.
Before long, there will be more hummingbirds
whirring and dancing in the bright sun.
而在高高的树上，一只小小的鸟儿睡在她的窝里。
不一会儿她产下了一颗小小的白色的蛋，而后又是一颗。
过不了多久，就会有更多的蜂鸟了，
在那明媚的太阳下嗡嗡地飞舞。