林芬

I had been in a bad mood since my new neighbor moved in. I often typed articles by computer as a holiday. But no sooner had I become inspired to write than I could hear a girl singing next door. She didnt sing well， and even out of tune. So it is a noise pollution for me. Sometimes when I was about to write， she started singing. Such a thing happened over and over. So how could I keep my spirits up and go on writing？

One day， soon after I sat down behind the computer， I heard the girl singing once again. I felt it was too noisy and disturbed1 my thoughts. I couldnt stand it， so I had my husband go next door to complain about the noise.

Ten minutes later， my husband came back with a sad look， saying， “That girl is only 17 but she had bone cancer.”

I was taken aback by his words. On many occasions2， if something didnt arise around me， I felt it is a drama on TV. However， when I knew it is a real thing， I found it incredible3.

“Her mother said that the more painful4 it is， the louder her daughter sings. The singing helped reduce her pains. The poor mother said sorry again and again for her daughter disturbing us，” my husband said， “Heaven treats her with awful cruelty5！”

I said to my husband， “Please tell her mother that the girl can sing as she likes. We dont mind it at all.”

From that day on， I no longer thought the girl did anything wrong， and even got used to her singing. I felt as if it were like sniffing6 the smell of sunshine and watching the dew7 on flowers and plants.

Afterwards I left home on business. My husband phoned me that the girl became bald8 after receiving chemotherapy9 treatment and had been in the hospital. I returned home in late summer or early autumn. Sitting at home， I couldnt help feeling something wanting. Suddenly I understood that I could no longer hear the next-door girl sing.

She always sang like this， “Someday I wish up on a star/ And wake up where the clouds are far behind me/ Where troubles smelled like lemon drops/ A way above the chimney tops/ Thats where youll find me...”

The girls singing rose in my mind. I hope the voice is everlasting for you， me and everyone.

自從新鄰居搬進(jìn)來(lái)我就一直感到郁郁寡歡。我平常將在電腦旁打文章當(dāng)成一個(gè)假期。可每次我靈感來(lái)了想寫(xiě)文章時(shí)，就聽(tīng)到隔壁的女生在唱歌。她唱得不好聽(tīng)，甚至還有點(diǎn)跑調(diào)了。這對(duì)我而言簡(jiǎn)直就是噪音污染。有時(shí)候我剛要提筆寫(xiě)作時(shí)她就開(kāi)始唱起來(lái)了。這樣的事情一次又一次地發(fā)生。我該如何才能斗志昂揚(yáng)繼續(xù)創(chuàng)作下去呢？

一天，我一坐到電腦旁，就聽(tīng)到女孩又在唱歌。聲音太吵了，打斷了我的思路。我實(shí)在忍無(wú)可忍，讓丈夫去隔壁抱怨下。

十分鐘后，丈夫一臉憂傷地回來(lái)了，說(shuō)：“那個(gè)女孩才17歲，卻不幸得了骨癌。”

他的這番話讓我大吃一驚。很多時(shí)候，如果這種事沒(méi)有發(fā)生在我身邊，我覺(jué)得這只是電視上演的劇情，然而，當(dāng)我知道這是真人真事的時(shí)候，覺(jué)得太難以置信了！

“她的媽媽說(shuō)，她女兒越感到痛苦，歌聲就越大。唱歌可以幫助她減輕痛苦?？蓱z的媽媽多次為她女兒打擾了我們向我們深表歉意。”丈夫說(shuō)，“老天爺對(duì)她太殘忍了！”

我對(duì)丈夫說(shuō)：“請(qǐng)告訴女孩的媽媽她想唱就唱吧，我們是不會(huì)介意的?！?/p>

從那天起，我再也不認(rèn)為女孩做錯(cuò)了什么，甚至于已經(jīng)適應(yīng)了她的歌聲。我覺(jué)得自己仿佛嗅到了陽(yáng)光的味道，看到了花草樹(shù)葉上的滴滴露珠。

后來(lái)我去出差了。丈夫給我打電話告訴我那女孩自從接受化療后就禿頂了，現(xiàn)在已經(jīng)住院了。夏末秋初，我出差回來(lái)，一坐在家里，不禁感覺(jué)要做點(diǎn)什么，猛然才意識(shí)到我再也聽(tīng)不到隔壁女孩唱歌了。

她經(jīng)常唱這樣的歌：“我期待有一天到那星星之上，夢(mèng)中醒來(lái)，白云匍匐在腳下，一切麻煩迎刃而解。高于煙囪的頂端，你們將在那兒找到我……”

女孩的歌聲在我的腦海中浮現(xiàn)，我希望她的聲音對(duì)于你，對(duì)于我，對(duì)于每一個(gè)人而言都是永恒的。