" bugle person " , it is an article that I am pleasant to the eye to have feeling most in this book.
《吹号者》，是我在这本书中看到最有感触的一篇文章。
Bugle person, the soldier that fights compared with those is more painstaking. In Cong Aiqing's poem:
吹号者，比起那些打仗的士兵更辛苦。从艾青的诗中：
“ bugle person coming loose from the shop rose on straw ground, he does not blame himself is to sleep on so damp mud ground. He tied up spry and lightly legging, he crossed a face with frozen bath, he looks at those companions that give out fatigued snore, then he stretchs his hand carry went his bugle; Still be outside the door dark, dawn did not come. ”
“吹号者从铺散着稻草的地面上起来了，他不埋怨自己是睡在如此潮湿的泥地上。他轻捷地绑好了裹腿，他用冰冷的水洗过了脸，他看着那些发出困乏的鼾声的同伴，于是他伸手携去了他的号角；门外依然是一片黝黑，黎明没有到来。”
See they are the people that are slept lightly the earliest by dawn. The day still is in darkness, they are immersing with dip the dawn that the cupreous date blow of bloodstain is taking new hope.
看出他们是被黎明最早惊醒的人。天还在黑暗之中，他们就用浸濡着血迹的铜号吹响带着新希望的黎明。
He does not have any complaint, he thinks this is a divine thing even. He looks at hill, breathing fresh air, blow cupreous date, but who can know again,be in backside of this canorous trumpet call is bugle however person painful.
他没有任何怨言，他甚至认为这是一个神圣的事。他看着山，呼吸新鲜空气，便吹响了铜号，可是谁又能知道在这响亮的号声背后却是吹号者的痛苦。
“ chafed when his breath with oneself when the cupreous skin of bugle makes bugle gives out noise, often have fine to invisible hematic silk, fly as trumpet call ……”
“当他用自己的呼吸摩擦了号角的铜皮使号角发出声响的时候，常常有细到看不见的血丝，随着号声飞出来……”
Ai Qing also is one nots hesitate the bugle of life person, he not dread anguish and overworked, for new hope of the society is struggling at that time, bugle person the composition that the face often blacks or yellow-changeable, just began me to feel some are exaggerative, but retrospective is read in it is normal to be in them to think this is slowly did not pass. They lie to coming loose in the shop in those curl up in the crowd with straw Mondayish ground, in the foul multitude that wearing grey cloth dress in those, most sleep lightly first.
艾青也是一位不惜生命的吹号者，他不惧痛苦和劳累，为当时社会的新希望奋斗着，吹号者的脸常常是苍黄的作文，刚开始我觉得有些夸张，可在后面的阅读中慢慢认为这是对于他们而言在正常不过了。他们在那些蜷卧在铺散着稻草的地面上的困倦的人群里，在那些穿着灰布衣服的污秽的人群里，最先惊醒。
In the consistent pace that turns round anything but, shedding kind of flushing crowd madly in, in close together successive detonation, he is blowing the most enthusiastic trumpet call, the soldier that incentive warm blood fights bravely. When a last bullet crosses his chest, he slowly laid down, do not have a person to discover however.
在决不回头的一致的步伐里，在狂流般奔涌着的人群里，在紧密的连续的爆炸声里，他吹着最热烈的号声，激励着热血奋战的战士。在最后的一颗子弹穿过他的胸膛时，他缓缓的躺下了，却没有人发现。
In this poem, the person that he was us to establish a bugle in the model on the square of Chinese history and dip are immersing the figure of the cupreous date of bloodstain, let us still heard that can clearly to once woke up encourage of shunt excitation of a nation today the trumpet call that this people advances courageously, also showed patriotic feelings of Ai Qing.
在这首诗里，他为我们在中国历史的广场上塑立了一个吹号者和浸濡着血迹的铜号的形象，让我们在今天仍然能清晰地听到那曾经唤醒了一个民族并激励这个民族奋勇前进的号声，也展现了艾青的爱国情怀。
Ai Qing's poetry lets a person swing gas ileum.
艾青的诗歌让人荡气回肠。(文/池翔)