夜莺英文歌

纯音乐 看见窗口的风景

The Nightingaleby Petras TsvirkaA detachment of German soldiers entered the heap of ashes that had once been a Russian village. On a cart pulling a field-kitchen behind it, sat a tired-looking lieutenant. Evidently he was looking for something, for his eyes moved again and again from the map on his knees to the ruins of the village. There was not a soul to be seen.At the far end of the village, the road forked. One path led to the fields and the other turned sharply towards the forest. Here the lieutenant gave the order to halt. He jumped down from the cart and carefully examined the place through his field-glasses. The soldiers stood silently watching him.Suddenly the silence was broken by the call of a nightingale close at hand. The Germans began to look for the bird in the bushes. Then they saw a boy of about thirteen lying in the grass at the side of the road with his feet in the ditch. He wore a green jacket and no hat. He was busy scraping a stick with a pocket-knife."Hey, come here, you!" called the lieutenant.The boy quickly put his knife in his pocket and approached the officer."Show it to me!" said the German. The boy took a little birchwood whistle out of his mouth and handed it to the officer with a smile."It's well made, my boy, well made." For a second there was a smile on his unpleasant face. "Who taught you to whistle like that?""No one, sir. I learned it myself. I can make the cuckoo's call too." And he suited the action to the word. Then he put the whistle back in his mouth and again the clear sweet trill of the nightingale was heard."Are you the only one in the village?" asked the lieutenant, raising his field-glasses."How the only one? There are lots of birds here -- sparrows and crows, and nightingales, and cuckoos. Sure I'm not the only one here."'Idiot!" shouted the fascist officer angrily. "Are there people here?""People? There haven't been any people here since the beginning of the war," answered the boy, not at all afraid. "When the shooting began and the village was burned down, everyone began to shout: "The wild animals are coming!" and ran away."And why didn't you run away?""I wanted to see the wild animals. Once I went to town and a man there was showing a cat as big as a calf for 50 kopeks.""Weak-minded," said the officer in German, turning towards his men."Do you know the way to Surmantas? That's what the place is called, isn't it?""Why, sure I do," answered the boy confidently. "I went there with Uncle Yuri to catch fish. The fish there can swallow a goose, they're so big!"Then the lieutenant took a cigarette-lighter our of his pocket and showed it to the boy. He said that if the boy showed him the right way, he would give him the cigarette-lighter."But if you lead us wrong," he shouted, "I'll wring your neck, whistle and all!" The boy said he would lead them straight to Surmantas.The detachment moved on again. The boy walked beside the lieutenant. Sometimes he trilled the nightingale's sing, sometimes he called, "Cuckoo! Cuckoo!"The forest became thicker and thicker."Are there partisans about here?" asked the lieutenant."Partisans? What are they'? Mushrooms? No, they don't grow here. There are only brown mushrooms, red mushrooms, birch mushrooms, and white mushrooms," the boy answered.The lieutenant saw that it was useless to question him further and said nothing more.........Deep in the forest, hidden behind the trees, lay several men armed with rifles. A bend in the road could be seen from where they hid between the trunks of the trees."Listen!" said one of the men suddenly. "The Nightingale! Do you hear?"The man next to him listened carefully but could hear nothing."You only seemed to hear it," he said. However, he took four hand grenades from behind a stump and laid them in front of him."Now do you hear?"The sound was already quite clear. The man who first heard it began to count "One, two, three, four... Thirty-two fritzes," he said softly, as he listened to the bird's song. "And two machine-guns," he added as the call of the cuckoo followed the trills of the nightingale. "We'll manage them," he said as he took up his rifle. "Petrov and I will let them pass. When the rest of you begin firing, we shall attack them in the rear. If anything happens to me, don't forget the Nightingale."In a few minutes the German detachment appeared round the bend. The Nightingale trilled on as gaily as ever.Suddenly another whistle came out of the wood like an echo in answer to the boy's. The boy halted, then dashed aside into the bushes. Shots rang out, breaking the silence. The lieutenant fell, and one by one the German soldiers fell after him. Groans, shouts and the sharp words of command filled the air.Not one German soldier reached Surmantas, and not one went back to the place he had come from.The next day, at the end of the village where the road forked, sat a boy of about thirteen, with his feet in the ditch. Now and then he looked up the road into the village as if he was waiting for someone. From his lips came the trills of the nightingale, and in his hand was a stick which he was scraping with a pocket-knife.是不是这个啊！

<<夜莺>>是济慈的啊，Byron什么时候写的啊？

PhilomelaByronHark! ah, the nightingale - The tawny-throated!Hark, from that moonlit cedar what a burst!What triumph! hark! -what pain! O wanderer from a Grecian shore,Still, after many years, in distant lands,Still nourishing in thy bewildered brainThat wild, unquenched, deep-sunken, old-world pain - Say, will it never heal?And can this fragrant lawnWith its cool trees, and night,And the sweet tranquil Thames,And moonshine, and the dew,To thy racked heart and brainAfford no balm?Dost thou tonight behold,Here, through the moonlight on this English grass,The unfriendly palace in the Thracian wild?Dost thou again peruseWith hot cheeks and seared eyesThe too clear web, and thy dumb sister's shame?Dost thou once more assayThy flight, and feel come over thee,Poor fugitive, the feathery changeOnce more, and once more seem to make resoundWith love and hate, triumph and agony,Lone Daulis, and the high Cephissian vale?Listen, Eugenia - How thick the bursts come crowding through the leaves!Again -thou hearest?Eternal passion!Eternal pain!

纯音乐英文版： You Are My Love ；  peace of mind ；   river flows in you

纯音乐中文版：被遗忘的天使 ；  童年的回忆（班德瑞钢琴曲） ；  莫等待

歌词版英文：《Forrest Gump Sutie》(电影《阿甘正传》片头音乐：羽毛飘那段)

《inghtingale》（《夜莺》雅尼的作品

《With an Orchid》（《和兰花在一起》雅尼的作品）

歌词版中文：《就是爱你》——陶喆

《偏偏喜欢你》——陈百强

《红豆》——方大同版本

小提琴：《流浪者之歌》萨拉萨蒂《天空之城》久石让《小百合》（《云之彼端 约定的地方》中的曲子）长笛：《a小调无伴奏长笛组曲》巴赫（这首曲子被认为是最不像长笛组曲的长笛组曲）《沉思》马斯涅（浪漫的法国风格）《培尔·金特组曲之第一组曲晨景》格里格（清新优美的小品）

拓展资料：

背景音乐（Background music，简称BGM），也称伴乐、配乐，通常是指在电视剧、电影、动画、电子游戏、网站中用于调节气氛的一种音乐，插入于对话之中，能够增强情感的表达，达到一种让观众身临其境的感受。另外，在一些公共场合（如酒吧、咖啡厅、商场）播放的音乐也称背景音乐。

参考资料：百度百科—背景音乐