声线贴近母语。中文朗诵

原文

我们静静地坐在湖滨，
听燕子给我们讲讲南方的静夜。
南方的静夜已经被它们带来，
夜的芦苇蒸发着浓郁的热情
我已经感到了南方的夜间的陶醉，
请你也嗅一嗅吧这芦苇丛中的浓味。

你说大熊星总像是寒带的白熊，
望去使你的全身都觉得凄冷。
这时的燕子轻轻地掠过水面，
零乱了满湖的星影
请你看一看吧这湖中的星象，
南方的星夜便是这样的景象。

你说，你疑心那边的白果松，
总仿佛树上的积雪还没有消融。
这时燕子飞上了一棵棕榈，
唱出来一种热烈的歌声
请你听一听吧燕子的歌唱，
南方的林中便是这样的景象。

总觉得我们不像是热带的人，
我们的胸中总是秋冬般的平寂。
燕子说，南方有一种珍奇的花朵，
经过二十年的寂寞才开一次
这时我胸中忽觉得有一朵花儿隐藏，
它要在这静夜里火一样地开放！

English

We sit quietly by the lakeside,
listening as the swallows tell us of the southern night.
The southern night has already arrived with them;
the reeds of night steam with a rich ardor.
I have already felt the intoxication of this southern darkness;
you too should breathe the dense scent among these reeds.

You say the Great Bear always seems like a white bear from the cold lands,
and the sight of it chills your whole body.
Just then the swallows skim lightly across the water,
scattering the star-shadows over the lake.
Look for a moment at these constellations in the water:
this is what a southern starry night is like.

You say you suspect that ginkgo pine over there,
as if the snow on its branches had never fully melted.
At this moment a swallow flies up into a palm tree
and breaks into a song of fierce warmth.
Listen for a moment to the swallow's singing:
this is what the southern woods are like.

It always feels as though we were not people of the tropics;
inside our chests there is always the stillness of autumn and winter.
The swallows say that in the south there is a rare flower
that blooms only once after twenty years of solitude.
At that moment I suddenly feel a flower hidden within my chest;
in this quiet night it is about to open like fire.

原文

我们终于离开了渔网似的城市，
那以窒息的、干燥的、空虚的格子
不断地捞我们到绝望去的城市呵！

而今天，这片自由阔大的原野
从茫茫的天边把我们拥抱了，
我们简直可以在浓郁的绿海上浮游。

我们泳进了蓝色的海，橙黄的海，棕赤的海……
O！我们看见透明的大海拥抱着中国，
一面玻璃园镜对着鲜艳的水果；
一个半弧形的甘美的皮肤上憩息着村庄，
转动在阳光里，转动在一队蚂蚁的脚下，
到处他们走着，倾听着春天激动的歌唱！
听！他们的血液在和原野的心胸交谈，
（这从未有过的清新的声音说些什么呢？）
O！我们说不出是为什么（我们这样年青）
在我们的血里流泻着不尽的欢畅。

我们起伏在波动又波动的油绿的田野，
一条柔软的红色带子投进了另外一条
系着另外一片祖国土地的宽长道路，
圈圈风景把我们缓缓地簸进又簸出，
而我们总是以同一的进行的节奏，
把脚掌拍打着松软赤红的泥土。

我们走在热爱的祖先走过的道路上，
多少年来都是一样的无际的原野，
（O！蓝色的海，橙黄的海，棕赤的海……）
多少年来都澎湃着丰盛收获的原野呵，
如今是你，展开了同样的诱惑的图案
等待我们的野力来翻滚。所以我们走着
我们怎能抗拒呢？O！我们不能抗拒
那曾在无数代祖先心中燃烧着的希望。

这不可测知的希望是多么固执而悠久，
中国的道路又是多么自由和辽远呵……

English

At last we have left behind that city like a fishing net,
that city whose choking, dry, hollow grids
kept hauling us again and again toward despair.

And today this free and immense plain
has gathered us into its embrace from the farthest sky;
we could almost float upon this dense green sea.

We have swum into a blue sea, an orange sea, a russet sea...
O, we see a transparent ocean holding China in its arms,
a glassy orchard mirror facing brilliant fruit;
villages rest upon a sweet half-arched skin,
turning in the sunlight, turning beneath the feet of a file of ants,
while everywhere they walk, listening to spring burst into song.
Listen: their blood is speaking with the breast of the plain.
What is this freshness, never heard before, trying to say?
O, we cannot tell why, perhaps because we are so young,
such inexhaustible joy is pouring through our blood.

We rise and fall across the swelling oil-green fields;
one soft red ribbon slips into another,
a long wide road binding yet another tract of homeland.
Ring after ring of scenery rocks us gently in and out,
and we, always in the same advancing rhythm,
beat our soles against the soft red earth.

We walk the road once walked by the ancestors we love;
for so many years it has been the same boundless plain,
O, the blue sea, the orange sea, the russet sea...
for so many years this plain has surged with abundant harvests.
And now it is you who spread out the same seductive pattern,
waiting for our untamed strength to roll through you. So we go on.
How could we resist? O, we cannot resist
that hope which burned in the hearts of countless generations before us.

How stubborn and enduring this unknowable hope is,
and how free and far-reaching are the roads of China...