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[color=]有声连载：《飞鸟集》(2)
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[color=]有些看不见的手，如懒懒的微风似的，正在我的心上奏着潺湲的乐声。
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[color=]Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples.
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[color=]“海水呀，你说的是什么？”
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[color=]“是永恒的疑问。”
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[color=]“天空呀，你回答的话是什么？”
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[color=]“是永恒的沉默。”
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[color=]What language is thine, O sea?
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[color=]The language of eternal question.
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[color=]What language is thy answer, O sky?
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[color=]The language of eternal silence.
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[color=]静静地听，我的心呀，听那世界的低语，这是它对你求爱的表示呀。
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[color=]Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you.
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[color=]创造的神秘，有如夜间的黑暗——是伟大的。
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[color=]而知识的幻影却不过如晨间之雾。
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[color=]The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night－it is great.
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[color=]Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning.
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[color=]不要因为峭壁是高的，便让你的爱情坐在峭壁上。
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[color=]Do not seat your love upon a precipice because it is high.
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