over her eyes. the prelimelary competition was already over and everyone had gone off to do whatever they had planned for that night—having a good time, so lycaenna had the entire stage to herself. the first thing she decided to do was to take a little break. as lycaenna sat on the stage under a night scene, she fell asleep and what awoke her was the faint sound of a flute far, also near.

“what a nice melody!” lycaenna whispered to herself as she got to her foot.

the melody reminded lycaenna of a song once she had heard when she was still quite young, a song she could never forget as long as she lived, and she walked towards where the music was coming from.

the sound led lycaenna onto a little cliff on the edge of comodo overlooking a valley, and she took a look at the scenery below her.

“it’s so beautiful……so serene,” she murmured to herself. she wandered from the festival atmosphere into a silent valley. after she came down, she noticed a hut nearby that looked sad and abandoned, but had a faint light flickering from within, and where was the melody that came from.

suddenly the flute stopped and a voice asked, “who’s out there?”

lycaenna sprang around, and wide open was the door. when she saw who it was at the doorway, she gasped.

“it’s you, adagio!”

“……?”

“why are you here?” lycaenna asked, a little teary-eyed. “i thought i would never see you again!” lycaenna covered her trembling lips as tears ran down her cheeks.

“i think i know who you are, but i’m not sure,” adagio said softly, “ even if the face has been in my dreams often. you look like a little girl i met long time ago, but you look---you—that was a bud, this is a flower in full bloom, and more elegant.”

lycaenna gave a small laugh as she wiped away her tears. “what are you talking about? i’m still the same person you met 5 years ago—only 5 inches taller.”

“what’s the matter, why do you look sad?” adagio asked as he came next to lycaenna.

“you don’t look too happy yourself,” lycaenna said, while fixing her bangs, a move she did when she was nervous.

“i’m happy seeing you.”

lycaenna blushed a little. “where are the others that you were traveling with? i want to thank your partner. if i hadn’t seen her perform that day, i would not have become what i am today: a dancer. where is she? inside?”

adagio looked away for a moment. “we dis-banded.”

“what?—but why?”

“we were attacked.”

“oh……”

“cecilia, the girl dancer, was killed; my violin was taken away and my hands……they were all slashed and there’s no more feeling left in them for a long time, but they are starting to come back.”

there was a long and complete silence. then lycaenna started to wobble a little. adagio helped her sit down on the soft grass and he sat by her side.

有奖翻译英文阅读第三篇(2)

overhead was a huge moon, soft and yellow, like an egg yoke--a huge egg yoke.

“when did this happen?”

“not long after i met you.”

lycaenna started to cry.

after good 10 minutes cry, lycaenna calmed down and, urged by adagio, told everything that had happened to her: the meeting of the other 3 girls, lyrata’s angel-awakening, and her fear not to win the competition.

“lycaenna, are you happy to be a dancer?’

“of course! it earns me food and lodging.”

“but do you enjoy dancing? i mean, when you dance, are you thinking of how others will react to you or are you lost in your performance?”

“i……i have to care about others’ reaction, of course. if they don’t like my dancing, i won’t get paid.”

“you’re wrong, lycaenna,” said adagio softly. “dacing to make a living is different from dancing that is the only thing that matters to you, and your body and soul scream for dancing, for expressing your feelings. only so doing, can you put all of your passion into it, which will find its way into the hearts of the people around you. enjoy the process and the joy that give you, then you’ll give them to the others—they feel it. that was the attitude and passion with which cecilia had when dancing and that is why her dancing could affect everyone and leave a long lasting impression.”

lycaenna looked at adagio.

“can you think back to when you saw her performing? what was it that really made you want to be like her?”

lycaenna looked at adagio and said nothing.

“do you know what made me play violin?”

“……no.”

“then let me tell you.” said adagio as sat down on the soft grass.

lycaena took a seat next to him and looked at the busy town below the cliff.

“i grew up in the countryside, there was nothing much to do other than plant seeds into the ground and watch them grow. one day, as i was walking through the fields i heard the sound of a violin, it sounded so joyous and full of life that i decided to see who was the one playing it. i followed the sound of the music and soon saw the musician, but he wasn’t what i had expected. for one, he was not human; he was a monster that looked