Mozart

Mozart. Written by Bertha E. Bush. Illustrated by Stephen Marchese.

莫扎特。 作者：伯莎·E·布什。 绘者：斯蒂芬·马切斯。

The Toddler Pianist Leopold Mozart walked into the chapel in Salzburg, Austria, followed by his two small children. I'd like to sign my daughter, Nannerl, up for music lessons. She is eight years old, and I already believe she has quite a talent for music," he said to the organist. The organist, Anton, smirked a bit, for he knew how Leopold could boast about his children. So, when will you be signing up the little boy? Anton asked.

利奥波德·莫扎特带着两个年幼的孩子，走进了奥地利萨尔茨堡的一座教堂。 我想给我的女儿南内尔报名上音乐课。 “她已经八岁了，我觉得她很有音乐天赋，”他对管风琴师说。 管风琴师安东悄悄笑了一下，因为他知道利奥波德总爱夸耀自己的孩子。 那，你什么时候给小男孩报名呢？ 安东问道。

Leopold laughed at the joke, for little Wolfgang was only three years old. Not for at least five years. I think eight is certainly young enough. Little Wolfgang's fingers would barely be able to stretch over the keys. The organist promised to sign Nannerl up. Before Leopold left, the organist called Nannerl over to the church piano. Come, I will give you a beginner lesson, he said. Non -Earl ran over to her father, and Wolfgang toddled happily after her. Me too, Papa, me too, he cried.

利奥波德听完这个笑话笑了，因为小沃尔夫冈才三岁。 至少还要等五年。 我觉得八岁学已经够早了。 小沃尔夫冈的手指几乎都伸不开琴键呢。 管风琴师答应收下南内尔。 利奥波德临走前，管风琴师叫南内尔到教堂的钢琴那边。 “过来，我给你上第一节入门课，”他说。 南内尔跑到父亲身边，沃尔夫冈迈着小步子开心跟在她后面。 “我也要，爸爸，我也要，”他喊道。

No, no, Wolfgang, you are too small, said his father. Pianos are not meant for little folks to touch, so please go outside and play. Wolfgang turned around obediently. If his father had seen the disappointed look on little Wolfgang's face, it would have broken his heart. Wolfgang went outside and played near the door of the church, but his every thought was on the piano. After Non Earl had finished, Wolfgang and Leopold went to speak with the organist again. Wolfgang crept up to the piano and put his little hands on the keyboard. He began to play the simple scales he had heard his big sister practicing.

“不行，不行，沃尔夫冈，你太小啦，”父亲说。 “钢琴不是给小朋友碰的，所以请你出去玩吧。” 沃尔夫冈乖乖地转身走了。 要是父亲看到小沃尔夫冈脸上失望的表情，心都要碎了。 沃尔夫冈出门后在教堂门口玩耍，可他满脑子都想着钢琴。 南内尔上完课后，沃尔夫冈和利奥波德又去找管风琴师。 沃尔夫冈悄悄爬到钢琴边，把小手放在了琴键上。 他开始弹刚才听姐姐练习的简单音阶。

The sound entranced him, and he played the scales over and over, playing them exactly right. He forgot everything else. He did not notice his father and sister standing behind him. He didn't even hear his father shouting for the organist to come see. He was completely wrapped up in the music. He began changing the scales, even inventing simple tunes of his own. Leopold stared at his young son Wolfgang. The boy was a musical prodigy.

琴声让他入迷，他一遍一遍地弹，每个音都弹得准确无误。 他忘记了周围的一切。 他没注意到父亲和姐姐就站在他身后。 他甚至没听见父亲喊管风琴师过来看。 他完完全全沉浸在音乐里。 他开始改编音阶，甚至还自己编了简单的小调。 利奥波德盯着年幼的儿子沃尔夫冈。 这孩子真是个音乐天才。

The Child Wonder Mozart played music as naturally as he breathed. When he was four years old, it took him only half an hour to learn a difficult piece of music that was written down. If he heard the piece, even if he heard it only once, he could memorize it instantly. When Wolfgang was five, Leopold and a friend came in to find him bent over a piece of paper and writing big black notes smearing and splattering ink everywhere. Wolfgang, what are you doing spoiling the nice clean paper? His father asked.

神童莫扎特弹奏音乐，就像呼吸一样自然。 他四岁的时候，学会一首有谱的难曲也只需要半个小时。 要是他听过这首曲子，哪怕只听过一次，也能立刻记住。 沃尔夫冈五岁的时候，有一天利奥波德和一个朋友走进房间，看见他趴在纸上写大大的黑色音符，墨迹弄得到处都是。 “沃尔夫冈，你怎么把这么干净的好纸弄坏了？” 父亲问道。