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時值秋夜，在我的故鄉(xiāng)新斯科舍，小雨淅瀝，輕叩錫鐵屋頂。。。

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Nova Scotia

Franklin

It was an autumn night in my native Nova Scotia. A light rain was falling, making tapping sounds on the tin roof and the smell of mould filled the old lodge we were vacationing in for the weekend. A shiver in the air inspired a fire on the Franklin stove. We were all sipping hot chocolate and then my father went over to the upright piano, pushed up the sleeves of his shirt and began picking out a tune with one finger. He was not much of a pianist, but he knew the love of song and family. My mother put down her sewing and joined him on the bench and then my brother drifted to the piano as well. Finally, a poor singer and so usually a violinist instead, I added my voice for a line or two.
時值秋夜，在我的故鄉(xiāng)新斯科舍，小雨淅瀝，輕叩錫鐵屋頂。我們周末度假寄住的古老小屋，彌漫著一股霉味?？諝夂涞米屓税l(fā)抖，于是我們點上了富蘭克林取暖爐。我們悠然地喝著熱朱古力，接著父親走向立式鋼琴，卷起襯衣袖，伸出一指敲一曲。他算不上一個鋼琴家，可他知道歌中的情、家中的愛。母親放下手中的針線活，和他同坐在一條凳子上，然后我哥哥也快緩步走向鋼琴。最后，不太能唱歌卻能拉拉小提琴的我也湊熱鬧唱了一兩句。