<p class="ql-block">Alright guys, if you just got through listening to that story, you know that a Chinese gentleman is getting older and<span style="color:rgb(176, 79, 187);"> reminiscing which means remembering how it used to be</span>.<span style="color:rgb(57, 181, 74);"> This is the same story that I am going to read to you again.</span> This just kind of demonstrates to you how an original story can be polished, edited and some of the rough, and some of the little rough edges taken off by either a person with a good grasp of a real good grasp of English or a professional person like an <span style="color:rgb(255, 138, 0);">editor</span> or maybe can be done by these days maybe can be done by AI, so that's which I think. </p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:18px;">伙计们,大家好!如果你们刚刚听完那个故事,你们就会知道一位中国绅士正在变老, </span><span style="font-size:18px; color:rgb(176, 79, 187);">回忆reminiscing 这个词意味着回想 remembering 曾经是什么样的。</span><span style="font-size:18px; color:rgb(57, 181, 74);">我要再次为你读同一个故事。</span><span style="font-size:18px;">这只是向你展示了一个原创故事如何被打磨,编辑,一些粗糙一些粗糙的边缘,可以由一个真正掌握英语的人或者像</span><span style="font-size:18px; color:rgb(255, 138, 0);">编辑</span><span style="font-size:18px;">这样的专业人士来完成。或者,也许目前,可以用人工智能 AI 来完成,所以这是我的想法。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">You probably know <span style="color:rgb(21, 100, 250);">AI stands for artificial intelligence</span>, which is growing, growing larger and larger these days that we're in and it's gonna finally overtake us all If we're not careful. Anyway, this is the same story that you've just heard polished up into more perfect English, so here we go again.</p><p class="ql-block">你可能知道<span style="color:rgb(21, 100, 250);">AI 的 全称是 人工智能 </span><span style="color:rgb(21, 100, 250); font-size:18px;">artificial intelligence. </span>近来,人工智能越来越火爆,如果我们不小心,它最终会超越我们所有人。无论如何。这是你刚刚听到的同一个故事,被打磨成更完美的英文,所以让我们再次开始读这个故事吧(让我们开始吧)。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">《The Little Girl in My Memory》version 2</p><p class="ql-block">《我记忆中的小女孩》版本二</p><p class="ql-block">Author: DaWei 作者:大尉</p><p class="ql-block">reader: Alan 朗读:艾伦</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">When I was very young—so young that I can't remember exactly how old I was—my parents sent me to live with my grandmother. In my memory, there stood a green mountain, lush and covered with trees, and at its foot flowed a clear, sparkling river. My grandmother lived nestled in the folds of this grand mountain.</p><p class="ql-block"> 我小的时候,小到我已记不清那是几岁,我被父母送到了外婆家生活。我印象中那是一个长满了绿树的青山,山下便是涛涛而清澈的河水,外婆就生活在这片大山的皱褶之中。</p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">At that time, I hadn't yet started school. In my memory, it was a very poor era. Each day, our meals were simple and limited: a bowl of corn porridge and a corn bun.</p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:18px;"> 那个时候我还没有上学,在我的记忆里,那是一个非常贫苦的年代,每天的食物单一而有限,一碗玉米糊粥和一个玉米窝头。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:18px;"></span></p><p class="ql-block">One evening, some children were playing on the street in front of the house. This was the happiest time of the day. Suddenly, a little boy emerged from a house in the inner courtyard. He had a round, white, and chubby face, and we all called him "Little Landlord" behind his back.</p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:18px;"> 有一天傍晚,小伙伴们在门前的街道上玩耍,这是一天里最快乐的时光。这时,从里院的一户人家里,走出一个小男孩,白白净净的一张小圆脸,我们背后都叫他"小地主”。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:18px;"></span></p><p class="ql-block">He held a green cucumber, munching on it as he walked toward us. The children immediately stopped playing, their eyes fixated on his hand, his mouth, and finally, the cucumber itself. Seeing a cucumber at this time of year was beyond our imagination. Perhaps it was the first cucumber of spring, but he held it casually, oblivious to the awe it inspired in us.</p><p class="ql-block"> 他手里拿着一根绿色的黄瓜,边走边吃向我们靠拢过来,孩子们立刻停止了玩耍,眼睛齐刷刷的盯在他的手上、然后是他的嘴上,最后目光集中在那根黄瓜上。在这个季节里,能看到黄瓜出乎了孩子们的想象,这大概是这个春天的第一根黄瓜,他却拿在手里随便吃掉,随意而从容,在孩子们看来不可思议。</p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:18px;">their eyes fixated on his hand ~ 他们的眼睛👀异常迷恋地盯着他的手。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:18px;"></span></p><p class="ql-block">Just then, a middle-aged woman stepped out of the house. She was tall and fair, with short hair that framed her face. My memory of her is <span style="color:rgb(255, 138, 0);">vague</span>, not as <span style="color:rgb(21, 100, 250);">vivid</span> as that of the cucumber. From idle chats with my grandmother, I learned that the woman couldn't have children and had adopted the boy from afar. This was no secret among the neighbours. Since they had no children and their family was<span style="color:rgb(57, 181, 74);"> well-off</span>, the boy was treated like royalty, raised plump and fair, thus earning the nickname "Little Landlord."</p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:18px;"> 就在这时,又从屋子里走出一个中年妇人,高个白皙,齐耳短发,我记忆的轮廓只能这样粗略了,因为对她的记忆远不如那个黄瓜深刻。平时听外婆们闲聊,知道这女人不能生育,孩子是在远方领养过来的,这在邻居中已不是秘密。因她家没有孩子,家庭</span><span style="font-size:18px; color:rgb(57, 181, 74);">条件又好</span><span style="font-size:18px;">,小男孩到了她家就像是掉进了蜜罐里,养的白白胖胖,因此得名"小地主‘’。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:18px;">My memory of her is </span><span style="font-size:18px; color:rgb(255, 138, 0);">vague</span><span style="font-size:18px;">, not as </span><span style="font-size:18px; color:rgb(21, 100, 250);">vivid</span><span style="font-size:18px;"> as that of the cucumber.我对他的记忆是</span><span style="font-size:18px; color:rgb(255, 138, 0);">模糊的</span><span style="font-size:18px;">,不像那根黄瓜那样的</span><span style="font-size:18px; color:rgb(21, 100, 250);">生动</span><span style="font-size:18px;">。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:18px;"> thus earning the nickname "Little Landlord ~ 因此,赢得了小地主的绰号</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:18px;">royalty ~ royal ranking people 皇室🫅</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:18px;"></span></p> <p class="ql-block">As the woman approached the boy, a girl younger than me suddenly stepped forward. In a low, timid voice, she asked, "Auntie, do you still want a little girl?" Her head was bowed as she spoke. The woman froze for a moment, staring at the girl. After what felt like an eternity, she<span style="color:rgb(176, 79, 187);"> bent down</span>, <span style="color:rgb(57, 181, 74);">dusted off </span>the boy's clothes, took his hand, and turned back into the house.</p><p class="ql-block"> 就在那妇人走到男孩身边时,有个比我小一些的女孩,忽然走上前去,喃喃的说:‘’阿姨,你家还要小女孩吗?"女孩说着低下了头,声音很小而怯懦,但我听的很清晰。那妇人瞬间愣住,眼睛直直的看着女孩,很久,才<span style="color:rgb(176, 79, 187);">弯腰</span>拍了拍男孩的衣服,像是在<span style="color:rgb(57, 181, 74);">拍尘土</span>,然后拉着男孩,转身回屋里去了。</p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:18px;">After what felt like an eternity ~ 在感觉像永恒之后</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">The girl stood there, <span style="color:rgb(21, 100, 250);">motionless</span>, and I found myself frozen too. I couldn’t see her expression, only the two small braids that slightly bobbed on her head. I didn't know what she was thinking, but I understood that her family had many children and lived a very poor life.</p><p class="ql-block"> 那女孩站在那里<span style="color:rgb(21, 100, 250);">没有动</span>,我也没有动,她仍然低着头,我看不见她的表情,只能看到她头上微微翘起的两颗小辫,我不知道她在想什么,但我知道,她家孩子多,生活过得很贫苦。</p><p class="ql-block"> <span style="font-size:18px;">motionless ~ </span>immobile, stationary, still, stock-still, unmoving. 呆在那里了,</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">Not much of my childhood remains, and I can’t even recall the girl’s name. Now, at over sixty years old, I often wonder how that little girl is doing. Has she lived the life she longed for? </p><p class="ql-block"> 童年的记忆残留不多,甚至女孩的名字也记不起了。如今我已是年过半百的老人,不知道当年的那个小女孩如今怎么样了? 她是否过上了她渴望的生活?</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">Perhaps, as I grow older, my emotions become more <span style="color:rgb(237, 35, 8);">fragile</span>. Every time I think of her standing there, I can’t help but shed tears—not for anything else, but for the deep scar that poverty left on the tender hearts of children.</p><p class="ql-block"> 也许老之将至,情感也越发的<span style="color:rgb(237, 35, 8);">脆弱</span>,每每想起当年那个女孩的背影,便会潸然泪下。不为别的,只为那段贫苦在孩子们稚嫩的心灵上-----留下的那道深深的伤痕。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="color:rgb(21, 100, 250);">@#$&*</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="color:rgb(21, 100, 250);"><span class="ql-cursor"></span></span></p> <p class="ql-block"> 我小的时候,小到我已记不清那是几岁,我被父母送到了外婆家生活。我印象中那是一个长满了绿树的青山,山下便是涛涛而清澈的河水,外婆就生活在这片大山的皱褶之中。</p><p class="ql-block"> 那个时候我还没有上学,在我的记忆里,那是一个非常贫苦的年代,每天的食物单一而有限,一碗玉米糊粥和一个玉米窝头。</p><p class="ql-block"> 有一天傍晚,小伙伴们在门前的街道上玩耍,这是一天里最快乐的时光。这时,从里院的一户人家里,走出一个小男孩,白白净净的一张小圆脸,我们背后都叫他"小地主”。他手里拿着一根绿色的黄瓜,边走边吃向我们靠拢过来,孩子们立刻停止了玩耍,眼睛齐刷刷的盯在他的手上、然后是他的嘴上,最后目光集中在那根黄瓜上。在这个季节里,能看到黄瓜出乎了孩子们的想象,这大概是这个春天的第一根黄瓜,他却拿在手里随便吃掉,随意而从容,在孩子们看来不可思议。就在这时,又从屋子里走出一个中年妇人,高个白皙,齐耳短发,我记忆的轮廓只能这样粗略了,因为对她的记忆远不如那个黄瓜深刻。平时听外婆们闲聊,知道这女人不能生育,孩子是在远方领养过来的,这在邻居中已不是秘密。因她家没有孩子,家庭条件又好,小男孩到了她家就像是掉进了蜜罐里,养的白白胖胖,因此得名"小地主‘’。</p><p class="ql-block"> 就在那妇人走到男孩身边时,有个比我小一些的女孩,忽然走上前去,喃喃的说:‘’阿姨,你家还要小女孩吗?"女孩说着低下了头,声音很小而怯懦,但我听的很清晰。那妇人瞬间愣住,眼睛直直的看着女孩,很久,才弯腰拍了拍男孩的衣服,像是在拍尘土,然后拉着男孩,转身回屋里去了。</p><p class="ql-block"> 那女孩站在那里没有动,我也没有动,她仍然低着头,我看不见她的表情,只能看到她头上微微翘起的两颗小辫,我不知道她在想什么,但我知道,她家孩子多,生活过得很贫苦。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> 童年的记忆残留不多,甚至女孩的名字也记不起了。如今我已是年过半百的老人,不知道当年的那个小女孩如今怎么样了?她是否过上了她渴望的生活?</p><p class="ql-block"> 也许老之将至,情感也越发的脆弱,每每想起当年那个女孩的背影,便会潸然泪下。不为别的,只为那段贫苦在孩子们稚嫩的心灵上-----留下的那道深深的伤痕。</p>