钟声

钟声
The Bells

The two old gentlemen were enjoying the sunshine on thesame park bench one Sunday morning． They were strangers， but one，feeling sociable and at peace with the world， remarked：

\”Very pleasant here， listening to the grand sound of thebells，isn\’t it？\”

\”What\’s that？\” said the other， inclining his ear．

\”I say， it\’s very pleasant here listening to the bells， isn\’tit？\” Slightly louder this time．

\”I\’m sorry． I\’m a trifle deaf； would you mind re peatingit？\”

A third time, still more loudly， was the sociable remar krepeated．

\”I\’m afraid it\’s no use． I can\’t hear a word you say while those damned bells are making that infernal row！\”

钟声

一个星期天的上午，两位老先生同在一张公园长凳上晒 太阳。他们互不相识，但是其中一位喜欢交际而且心情愉快， 他说：

“这儿真让人愉快，听着这洪亮的钟声，不是吗？”

“你说什么？”另一个问，侧过他的耳朵。

“我说在这儿听钟声真是愉快，不是吗？”这次稍稍大声一些。

“我很抱歉。我有点聋；你能不能再说一遍？”

那位爱交际的先生第三次重复了他的话，又大声了一些。

“恐怕没用。当那些讨厌的钟发出那该死的吵闹声时，你的话我一句也听不见。”