Feels Like Spring
感觉就像春天一样
Milton Kaplan
米尔顿·卡普兰
I stop at the comer drugstore for a breakfast of doughnuts and coffee,and then I race to the subway station and gallop down the steps to catch my usual train. I hold on to the strap and make believe I'm reading my newspaper, but I keep glancing at the people crowded in round me. I listen to them talk about their troubles and their friends, and I wish I had someone to talk to, some to break the monotony of the long subway ride.
我在街角的杂货店停下，吃了炸面圈和咖啡的早餐，然后奔向地铁站，冲下台阶，赶上我通常坐的那班车。我抓牢拉手吊环，假装在读报,但却一直瞟挤在我周围的人们。我听着他们谈论自己的烦恼和朋友，心想要是有个人聊聊,有个人打破这漫长的地铁旅程的单调该多好。
As we approach the 175th Street station, I begin to get tense again. She usually gets intothe train at that station. She slips in gracefully, not pushing or shoving like the rest, and she squeezes into a little space, clinging to the people and holding on to an office envelope that probably contains her lunch. She never carries a newspaper or a book; I guess there isn't much sense in trying to read when you're smashed in like that.
当我们驶近175街车站时,我又开始紧张起来。她通常就是在这一站上车的。她举止优雅地悄悄走进来，不像其他人那样推推搡搡。她挤进一小片空间，紧靠着人群，手中拿着一个也许装着午餐的公文袋。她从不带报纸或书；我想在你被挤成那副样子时还试图去读书看 也的确没多大意思。　
There's a fresh outdoor look about her and I figure she must live in New Jersey. The Jersey crowd gets in at that stop. She has a sweet face with that scrubbed look that doesn't need powder or rouge. She never wears make-up except for lipstick. And her wavy hair is natural, just a nice light brown. And all she does is hold on to the pole and think her own thoughts, her eyes clear-blue and warm.
她气色清新，看上去像是过惯了户外生活。我琢磨她准是住在新泽西州。泽西人都在这一站上车。她面容甜美洁净，不需要涂脂抹粉。除了唇膏外，她从不用其他化妆品。她波浪形的头发十分自然，带着一种优美的淡棕色。她只是抓牢扶杆，独自沉思。她的双眸湛蓝而亲切。