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四月
SPRING.
春
Saturday, 1st.
周六，一日
THE first of April! Only three months more! This has been one of the most beautiful mornings of the year. I was happy in school because Coretti told me to come day after to-morrow to see the king make his entrance with his father, _who knows him_, and because my mother had promised to take me the same day to visit the Infant Asylum in the Corso Valdocco. I was pleased, too, because the little mason is better, and because the teacher said to my father yesterday evening as he was passing, "He is doing well; he is doing well."
今天四月一日了！像今天这样的好时节，一年中没有多少，不过三个月罢了。可莱谛后天要和父亲去迎接国王，叫我也去，这是我所喜欢的。听说可莱谛的父亲和国王相识哩。又，就在那一天，母亲说要领我到幼儿园去，这也是我所喜欢的。并且，“小石匠”病已好了许多了。还有，昨晚先生走过我家门口，听见他和父亲这样说：“他功课很好，他功课很好。”
And then it was a beautiful spring morning. From the school windows we could see the blue sky, the trees of the garden all covered with buds, and the wide-open windows of the houses, with their boxes and vases already growing green. The master did not laugh, because he never laughs; but he was in a good humor, so that that perpendicular wrinkle hardly ever appeared on his brow; and he explained a problem on the blackboard, and jested. And it was plain that he felt a pleasure in breathing the air of the gardens which entered through the open window, redolent with the fresh odor of earth and leaves, which suggested thoughts of country rambles.
加上今天是个很爽快温暖的春日，从学校窗口看见青的天，含蕊的树木，和家家敞开的窗槛上摆着的新绿的盆花等。先生虽是一向没有笑容的人，可是今天也很高兴，额上的皱纹几乎已经看不出了，他就黑板上说明算术的时候，还讲着笑话呢。一吸着窗外来的新鲜空气，就闻得出泥土和木叶的气息，好像身已在乡间了。先生当然也快活的。
While he was explaining, we could hear in a neighboring street a blacksmith hammering on his anvil, and in the house opposite, a woman singing to lull her baby to sleep; far away, in the Cernaia barracks, the trumpets were sounding. Every one appeared pleased, even Stardi. At a certain moment the blacksmith began to hammer more vigorously, the woman to sing more loudly. The master paused and lent an ear. Then he said, slowly, as he gazed out of the window:--
在先生接着课的时候，我们耳中听见近处街上铁匠打铁声，对门妇人安抚婴孩睡熟的儿歌声，以及兵营里的喇叭声。连斯带地也高兴了。忽然间，铁匠打得更响亮，妇人也更大声地唱了起来。先生停止授课，侧了耳看着窗外，静静地说：
"The smiling sky, a singing mother, an honest man at work, boys at study,--these are beautiful things."
“天晴，母亲唱着歌，正直的男子都劳动着，孩子们学习着，——好一幅美丽的图画啊！”
