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There is a hill near my home that I often climb at night.
在我家的附近有座小山， 我常在晚間爬上山去。
The noise of the city is a far-off murmur.
此時(shí)，城市的喧囂成了遙遠(yuǎn)的低語(yǔ)。
In the hush of dark I share the cheerfulness of crickets and the confidence of owls.
在這黑夜的靜謐中，我盡情地分享蟋蟀的歡樂(lè)，感受貓頭鷹的自信。
But it is the drama of the moonrise that I come to see.
不過(guò)，我上山是來(lái)看月出的。
For that restores in me a quiet and clarity that the city spends too freely.
因?yàn)檫@可以讓我的內(nèi)心重新感到被城市消耗殆盡的平靜與清新。
From this hill I have watched many moons rise.
在這座山上，我欣賞過(guò)許多次月亮升起的景象。
Each one had its own mood.
每一次月的姿容性情都不同。
There have been broad, confident harvest moons in autumn;
秋天，滿(mǎn)月如輪，充滿(mǎn)自信；
shy, misty moons in spring;
春天，月亮清霧迷蒙羞羞答答；
lonely, winter moons rising into the utter silence of an ink-black sky and smoke-smudged orange moons over the dry fields of summer.
冬天，銀白色的月亮掛在漆黑的、悄無(wú)聲息的夜空中，顯得那樣孤寂；夏天，桔黃色的月似被煙塵籠罩，俯瞰干燥的田野。
Each, like fine music, excited my heart and then calmed my soul.
每一種月亮，都像美妙的音樂(lè)，顫動(dòng)我的心靈，令我的靈魂平靜。
