很小的时候,天还没亮我就会醒来,抓起床边的小背包就向外走。包里装着一个线圈本、一支削好的铅笔、用纸袋包好的早餐,还有一个从旧货商店买的按键超大的录音机。我走出家门,穿过四邻八舍,来到一片满是红翅黑鹂的田野边。在这里,我掏出录音机。鸟儿们殷勤而无序的声音像股票市场上四起的叫嚷。我按下录音键,静静地听着。随后我继续走到其他地方,录下其他鸟儿的叫声。 When I was young, I woke up when the sky was still dark, grabbed my little backpack and walked out. The bag contains a coil, a sharpened pencil, a breakfast wrapped in a paper bag, and an oversized tape recorder bought from a thrift store. I walked out of my house, through neighbors, to a field full of red-winged blackbirds. Here, I pulled out the recorder. The attentive and disorderly voices of the birds shouted like the stock market. I pressed the record button and listened quietly. Then I went on to other places and recorded the sounds of other birds.