10 The Beauty of Rain

10 THE BEAUTY OF RAIN Jack and Annie went to the window and looked down at the festival. "There's Ama, Fuli, and Mina!" said Annie. "I see them dancing!" "And look! Tenzin's dancing with them!" said Jack. They both laughed. "Wow!" said Annie. "Tenzin is a great dancer!" "Hold on—" said Jack. He reached into his backpack and pulled out their guide book. He looked in the index for Festival of Colors. He read: Nepal has more than fifty festivals each year. One of the best known is the Hindu festival of Holi. It is sometimes called the Festival of Colors because people throw colored powders and water on each other. "Holi!" said Jack. He kept reading aloud:

10雨的美杰克和安妮走到窗前，俯视着窗外的盛景。 “有阿玛、富力和米娜！”安妮说。 “我看见他们在跳舞！”“看!丹增和他们一起跳舞！”杰克说。 他们都笑了。“哇！”安妮说。 “丹增是个很棒的舞者！”“等等——”杰克说。 他把手伸进背包，拿出他们的旅游指南。 他查看了“色彩节”的索引。 他念道：尼泊尔每年有50多个节日。 其中最著名的是印度的胡里节。 它有时被称为色彩节，因为人们相互投掷彩色粉末和水。 “嗨！”杰克说。他继续大声朗读：

Holi marks the end of winter and the coming of spring. Everyone celebrates beauty, the love of friends and family, and new beginnings. "That's perfect!" said Annie. "Tenzin has a new beginning." "Yes," said Jack. "Let's go home now and see Mom and Dad." He grabbed the Pennsylvania book and pointed at the picture of Frog Creek. "I wish we could go there!" He and Annie waited for the wind to start blowing. They waited for the tree house to start spinning. But nothing happened. "What's wrong?" said Jack. "I don't know," said Annie. She pulled out their rhyme and read it again. "Oh, no!" she said. "We didn't find out the secret of the snow leopard! We didn't write it down for Morgan!" "Oh, man, I don't believe it," said Jack. "Maybe Tenzin can tell us her secret! We have to go back." "Is he still dancing?" said Annie. They looked out the window.

胡里节标志着冬天的结束和春天的到来。 每个人都庆祝美丽，朋友和家人的爱，以及新的开始。 “太好了！”安妮说。 “丹增有了一个新的开始。” “是的，”杰克说。“我们现在回家去看看爸爸妈妈吧。” 他抓起宾夕法尼亚的那本书，指着青蛙溪的照片。 “我希望我们能去那儿！”他和安妮等着起风。 他们等着树屋开始旋转。 但是什么也没发生。“怎么了？”杰克问。 “我不知道，”安妮说。 她抽出他们的押韵诗，又读了一遍。 “哦，不！”她说。“我们没有发现雪豹的秘密！”我们不是为摩根写的！”“哦，天哪，我真不敢相信，”杰克说。 “也许丹增可以告诉我们她的秘密！”我们必须回去。” “他还在跳舞吗？”安妮说。 他们向窗外望去。

"Yes, he is!" said Jack. "Let's go back down. We have to ask him!" "Wait, wait!" said Annie. "Look! Look up there, Jack! See her on that cliff?" "See who?" Jack asked. "The Gray Ghost!" Annie whispered. Jack looked up at the cliff and gasped. The snow leopard was sitting alone, watching the festival of Holi from higher ground. Again, she was hiding in plain sight. "I see her," Jack said softly.

“是的，他是！”杰克说。“我们下去吧。 我们必须问他！”“等等，等等！”安妮说。 “看!看那儿，杰克！看到她在悬崖上了吗？”“看谁?”杰克问。 “灰鬼！”安妮小声说。 杰克抬头看着悬崖，倒吸了一口气。 雪豹独自坐着，从高处观看胡里节。 她又一次躲在众目睽睽之下。 “我看见她了。”杰克轻声说。

In that moment, the leopard did seem to be the Guardian of the Mountains. The guardian of stone and fire and winter and spring. The guardian of Tenzin, Mina, Fuli, Ama, and the whole village— and travelers, too, like Annie and himself. The sun broke through the clouds. For a moment, dazzling light shone on the snow leopard. The leopard's radiance lit a spark in Jack. And, in that moment, he understood her secret. "I've got it," he whispered. "Her secret." "Quick, write it down!" said Annie. Jack pulled out his notebook. He scribbled down some words. "I don't see her anymore," said Annie. "Do you?" Jack looked up again. The snow leopard had vanished. "No," he said. "But I think I got her secret. It came to me while I was looking at her. Want to hear it?" "Yes! But first, let's see if the tree house takes us home now!" said Annie. Jack picked up the Pennsylvania book again. He pointed at the picture of Frog Creek. "I wish we could go there!" he said. "HOME!" Jack held his breath. Then the wind started to blow. "Yes!" said Jack.

在那一刻，那只豹子似乎确实是群山的守护者。 守护石头和火，守护冬天和春天。 他是丹增、米娜、富力、阿玛和整个村庄的守护者，也是像安妮和他这样的旅行者的守护者。 太阳破云而出。 刹那间，耀眼的光芒照在雪豹身上。 豹子的光芒点燃了杰克心中的火花。 就在那一刻，他明白了她的秘密。 “我知道了。”他低声说。 “她的秘密。”“快，写下来！”安妮说。 杰克拿出他的笔记本。 他潦草地写下一些字。 “我再也见不到她了，”安妮说。 “你呢?”杰克又抬起头来。 雪豹消失了。 “不，”他说。“但我想我知道了她的秘密。 我看着她的时候想到的。 想听吗？”“是啊!但首先，让我们看看树屋现在能不能带我们回家！”安妮说。 杰克又拿起那本宾夕法尼亚的书。 他指着青蛙溪的照片。 “我希望我们能去那儿！”他说。 “回家!”杰克屏住了呼吸。 然后风开始刮了起来。 “是的！”杰克说。

"You did get it!" said Annie. The tree house started to spin. It spun faster and faster. Then everything was still. Absolutely still. Rain was still falling in the Frog Creek woods. Jack and Annie were wearing their yellow raincoats and rubber boots again. Their red backpacks had disappeared. "Your face is clean," said Annie. "Yours too," said Jack. "No more rainbow." "So, what did you write down for Morgan?" asked Annie. Jack reached into the pocket of his raincoat. His notebook was there. He pulled it out and looked at what he'd written. "It sounds really simple now," Jack said, frowning. "Read it to me," said Annie. Jack read aloud: Love hides in plain sight. We are never all alone. "Whoa," said Annie. "It might sound simple. But it's deep." "It is?" said Jack.

“你拿到了！”安妮说。 树屋开始旋转。 它转得越来越快。 然后一切都静止了。 绝对静止。雨还在青蛙溪的树林里下着。 杰克和安妮又穿上了黄色雨衣和橡胶靴。 他们的红色背包不见了。 “你的脸很干净，”安妮说。 “你的也是，”杰克说。“没有彩虹了。” “那么，你给摩根写了什么？”安妮问。 杰克把手伸进雨衣的口袋。 他的笔记本在那里。他把它拿出来，看了看自己写的东西。 “现在听起来真的很简单。”杰克皱着眉头说。 “读给我听，”安妮说。 杰克大声念道：爱隐藏在显而易见的地方。 我们从来都不是孤独的。“哇，”安妮说。 这听起来可能很简单。但它很深。” “是吗？”杰克说。

"Yes, Tenzin proved it," said Annie. "How?" said Jack. "After he lost his family, he felt all alone and just stayed in his house," said Annie. "But Morgan's note made him climb the mountain again. He found his old friend, the snow leopard. The Guardian of the Mountains. And she reminded him that she was always there, that love is all around us, protecting us. Even when we can't see it." Jack nodded thoughtfully. "Okay…," he said. "And remember him dancing at the festival, so happy to be surrounded by people who love him?" said Annie. "Well, their love was always there, too, even when he was staying alone in his house. He just forgot it for a while." "Right," said Jack. "That is deep." He tore the page out of his notebook and left it on the floor for Morgan. "Let's go home to Mom and Dad now," said Annie, and she started down the rope ladder. Jack followed. As he and Annie walked through the woods, their boots squished over the soggy ground. "The rain is so beautiful," said Annie. "Yes," said Jack. To his surprise, it really was. The wet wintry trees were beautiful, too, every bare

“是的，丹增证明了这一点，”安妮说。 “怎么做？”杰克问。安妮说：“在他失去家人之后，他感到很孤独，就呆在家里。” 但摩根的纸条让他又爬上了山。 他找到了他的老朋友雪豹。 群山守护者。 她提醒他，她一直在那里，爱就在我们身边，保护着我们。 即使我们看不见它。” 杰克若有所思地点了点头。“好吧……”他说。 安妮说：“还记得他在节日上跳舞，被爱他的人围绕着很开心吗？” “嗯，他们的爱也一直在那里，即使当他独自呆在家里的时候。 他只是暂时忘记了。” “好的，”杰克说。“这是很深的。” 他把笔记本上的那一页撕下来，放在地上给摩根看。 “我们现在回家去找爸爸妈妈吧，”安妮说着，开始顺着绳梯往下走。 杰克跟着。当他和安妮穿过树林时，他们的靴子在潮湿的地面上发出咯吱声。 “雨真美，”安妮说。 “是的，”杰克说。令他吃惊的是，事实确实如此。 冬天潮湿的树木也很漂亮，每棵都光秃秃的