教堂的赞美诗

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Soapy turned east, toward his bench, down a quiet street. 苏比顺着一条安静的街向东走，朝他的长椅走去。

At a corner, 在拐角处，

he stopped in front of an old church, covered in ivy. 他在一座爬满常春藤的老教堂前停下了脚步。

Through a violet stained-glass window, a soft light glowed, 柔和的灯光透过一扇紫色的彩绘玻璃窗映出来，

where the organist was practicing for Sunday. 里面的风琴师正为周日的礼拜做练习。

Sweet music drifted out, and held Soapy fast against the iron railings. 悠扬的乐声飘了出来，让苏比靠在铁栏杆前挪不开步子。

The moon was high and bright. 月亮挂得高高的，格外明亮。

Birds twittered sleepily under the roof. 屋檐下的鸟儿睡意朦胧地啁啾着。

For a moment, it might have been a country churchyard. 有那么一瞬间，这里仿佛成了乡间教堂的庭院。

And the anthem the organist was playing was one Soapy had known well, 风琴师弹奏的那首赞美诗，苏比非常熟悉，

back in the days when his life held such things as mothers, 那还是在过去的日子里，他的生活里还有母亲，

and roses, and ambitions, and friends, and clean thoughts, and clean collars. 还有玫瑰、抱负、朋友，还有干净的思想和整洁的衣领。

Music has a way of opening doors inside us that we locked a long time ago. 音乐总能打开我们内心深处那些早已紧锁的门。

Soapy stood very still. 苏比一动不动地站在那里。

And something deep inside him began to change. 他心底深处的某些东西，开始悄然改变。