笔者十年前在读《迷途笛音》这篇译文时,被文中“乡巴佬儿”的善良深深打动:文中的“我”——一个6岁的小男孩到野外游玩,在一个采石场里迷了路,天晚了开始焦急地哭泣。被一个大家称为“乡巴佬儿”的人发现了,他没有直接把“我”领出来,而是吹起柳笛,让“我”循声找到正途。看到“我”出来了,“乡巴佬儿”若无其事地说:“你好,小家伙,看天气多美,你是出来散步的吧?”“我”怯生生地点点头, When I read the translation of “Lost Whistling” ten years ago, I was impressed by the goodness of “Country Baba” in the text: “I” in the text - a 6-year-old boy went to the wild to play in a Road lost in the quarry, late at night began to cry anxiously. He was noticed by a man whom everyone called “Country Boy”. Instead of directing “I,” he blew the willow and “I” to find the right path. See “I ” came out, “Rural Pakistani children ” casually said: “Hello, little guy, look at the weather is beautiful, you are out for a walk?” “” “I ” nodded timidly ,