A Little Girl
The grave under a window of the church was covered with green grass, and there sat a little girl. She was lifting her head, looking at the sky, and singing a song. Her little fingers were pointing at a wisp of cloud that resembled a golden feather. Suddenly, the sunlight appeared especially bright, shining on her gleaming hairs and coating them with the color of metals, it was hard to tell the color, either dark brown or black. She was looking at the colorful cloud with an intense concentration. Her amazing tunes, or her muttering, seemed to be sent to that colorful cloud. So she did not see me standing up and walking to her. In the blue sky high above her, a skylark, flying with its open wings towards the light and lucent colorful cloud, was singing too, appearing to compete with her. I walked slowly to the little girl, and her forehead as smooth as a pearl under the sun, and her skin tune especially, appeared so lovely before me. Her long black eyelashes curled backward, covering a pair of eyes, which sometimes were blue but other times were violet. Her long eyelashes matched in color with her eyebrows and hairs, and hairs on her soft neck flew gently in the sunlight. I did not take all of these in at once, for I only noticed her sparkling, expressive, and gazing eyes first. I stood there and watched her in silence, and gradually saw the rest of her face, especially her cute and full little mouth. The pretty image before me seemed to be more beautiful than that appeared in my most beautiful dream. But it was her gaze rather than her beauty that fascinated and captivated me.
小女孩
在教堂的一扇窗下长满绿草的坟堆上，坐着个小女孩。她仰着头，望着天空，唱着歌儿。她的小手指点着一朵飘浮在她头顶的金色羽毛般的小彩云。突然间，阳光显得格外灿烂，照在她光泽的头发上，给它涂上一层金属似的光彩，很难说出它突竟是什么颜色，是深褐色，还是黑色。她是那么全神贯注地望着彩云，她那奇妙的歌声，或可说是喃喃自语，似乎是对着那彩云而发的。因而她没有注意到我站起身来朝她走去。在她上空高高的蓝天里，一只展翅飞向那朵轻盈透明的彩云的云雀也在歌唱，似乎在与她比赛。我慢步向小女孩走去，她那在阳光下如同珍珠一样圆润的前额，特别是她那肤色，使我感到她真是异常可爱。媳耶黑黑的长睫毛非常别致地朝后弯曲着，掩映着一双一会儿象是蓝灰色的，一会儿又象是紫罗兰色的眼睛。她的长睫毛同她的眉毛和头发色泽调和，披拂在她娇嫩的脖子上的发绺，在阳光里轻轻飘动。我并没有马上领略到这一切，因为我一开始只注意了那双闪闪发光、富于表情、盯着我看的眼睛。我伫立在一边默默地注视着她，才渐渐地看清了她容貌的其他部分，特别是那张灵敏而又丰满的小嘴。呈现在我眼苎的这一美的形象似乎比我在最美好的梦境中所见过的更美。然而，与其说是她的美丽，不如说是她朝我看的那种眼神，更使我着迷，更使我陶醉。 （徐月庭 译）
