It was a sunny winter day. I had go

It was a sunny winter day. I had gone up and down the tower, and felt pleased with myself for having taken this initiative, when, outside the little door at the foot, a blind man came toward me. He was a pale, thin man, with black hair and dark glasses that gave him a mysterious look. He kept close to the inner wall of the courtyard, touching it lightly with his arm. On reaching the door, he touched it and sharply turned inside. In a moment, he disappeared up the staircase. I stood still, looking at the empty space left by the open door, and at the little sign that said 'To the Tower' nailed to the wall. I felt compelled to follow.
I didn't follow closely. I caught up with him in the ticket office. There I was surprised to see the attendant selling him a ticket as though he were any other visitor. The man reached out for it clumsily, sweeping a little space of desk with his hand until he had it, but the attend ant didn't seem to take any notice. Then, with the ticket in one hand and touching the wall with the fingers of the other, he reached the staircase leading to the hallway.
I stood by the desk, watching him until he was out of hearing. 'That man is blind, ' I said to the attendant, and espected him show some concern, but he just looked at me with his sleepy eyes. He was a heavy man who seemed all one piece with his chair and desk. 'He's blind, ' I repeated.
He looked at me vacantly.
'what would a blind man want to climb up the tower for?'
He didn't answer.
'Not the view certainly, ' I said. 'Perhaps he wants to jump. '
His mouth opened a little. Should he do something? But his chair was too comfortable. He didn't stir. 'Well, let's hope not, ' He said, and looked down at a crossword puzzle he had begun.
The blind man was now out of sight. I turned toward the staircase.
'The ticket, ' the attendant said, rising from his chair. It seemed the only thing that couldmove him.
I handed him a fifty-lira piece, and he tore a ticket from his ticket book. Then I hurried up the staircase.
The man hadn't gone as far as I imagined. Much less time had passed than I thought. A third of the way up the tower, I heard his step. I slowed down and followed him at a little distance. He went up slowly, and stopped from time to time. When he got to the balcony, I was a dozen steps behind. But as I reached it, he wasn't to be seen. I dashed to the first corner of the bell tower, around the next, and saw him.
At last, after ten minutes, I approached him. 'Excuse me, ' I said as politely as I could, 'but I am very curious to know why you came up. '
'You'd never guess, ' he said.
'Not the view, I take it, or the fresh air on this winter day. '
'No, ' he said as he looked at me with an amused expression on his face.
'Tell me, ' I said.
He smiled. 'Perhaps, coming up the stairs, you will have noticed----and yet, not being blind, perhaps you won't----how not just light but sun pours into the tower through the narrow windows here and there, so that one can feel the change----the cool staircase suddenly becomes quite warm, even in winter----and how up here behind the wall there is shade, but as soon as one goes opposite a narrow window one finds the sun. In all of Siena there is no place so good as this for feeling the contrast between light and shade. It is not the first time that I've come up. '
He stepped into the shade. 'I am in the shade, ' he said. 'There is a wall there. ' He moved in?to the sunlight. 'Now I am opposite a window, ' he said. We went down the bell tower. 'An arch is there, ' he said.
'You never miss. And the sun isn't even very strong, ' I said.
'Strong enough, ' he said, and added, 'Now I'm behind a bell. '
Coming back down onto the balcony, he went around it. 'Light, shade, light, shade, ' he said, and seemed as pleased as a child who, in a game of hopscotch, jumps from square and square.
Wewent down the tower. 'A window there, ' he said, up near the top. 'Another window, ' he said, when we were half-way down.
I left him, gladdened as one can only be by the sunlight.

結果 (中文) 1:

它是一个阳光明媚的冬日。我已经离去上下塔，而且感到很满意自己采取了这一倡议时，门外传来小山脚下，一个失明的男人向我走来。他是一个苍白、 瘦弱的人，黑头发，戴深色眼镜，他看了一眼神秘。他保持着密切的院子里，内壁用胳膊轻轻碰它。一到门口，他碰了它一下转身大幅里面。不一会儿，他消失了上楼梯。我一动不动，看在敞开的门，留下的空白空间，说 '到塔' 钉在墙上的迹象。我觉得不得不遵循。我没有密切关注。我赶上了他在售票厅。有人惊讶地看到卖票给他他就好象任何其他访客的服务员。那人伸手去拿它笨拙，席卷一块小小的办公桌与他的手，直到他了，但参加蚂蚁似乎并没有采取任何通知。然后，用一只手和用其他手指触壁票，他到达通往走廊楼梯间。我站在桌子上，看着他，直到他没听。我 '的人是盲目的对的服务员，还有 espected 他显示一些关注，但他只是他睁开眼睛看着我说。他是一个重的人，似乎所有一件与他的椅子和桌子。'他是盲目的我重复。他茫然地看着我。' 什么盲人想爬到塔？他没有回答。' 不能在视图当然，我说。也许他想跳。'他的嘴微微张开了。他应该做什么？但他的椅子上是太舒服了。他一动不动。'很好，让我们希望不会，他说，然后低头看着他开始的字谜。那位盲人现在不见了。我转身向楼梯。'买票，'，服务员说，从他的椅子上冒出来。它似乎是唯一的事情那 couldmove 他。我递给他一块五十一里拉，和他从他的票书撕一张票。这时，我匆匆奔上楼梯。那人没走，据我想象。更少的时间已经过去了，比我想象的。三分之一的塔的方式，我听到他的脚步。我慢了下来，跟着他在不远的地方。他缓缓上升，并不时停下来。当他到阳台上时，我是在身后十几步。但它的达到，他不需拭目以待。我冲到钟楼下，周围的第一个角，见到他。最后，十分钟后，我走近他。我礼貌地，说: '对不起'，' 但我很好奇，想知道为什么你来了。'他说: '你永远不会猜到，'。' 不，我看待它，或新鲜的空气在这冬天的一天。'没有，他说，他看着我与愉快的表情在他脸上。'告诉我，' 我说。他笑了笑。也许，走上楼梯，你会注意到---，然而，不是盲目的也许你不会---如何不只是光太阳涌进塔通过狭窄的窗户那里，这样一个能感受到的变化---很酷的楼梯突然变得很暖和，即使是在冬天---和如何在这里背后的墙上是树荫下，但是，只要一对面一个窄窗口发现太阳。在所有的锡耶纳有是没有一个地方作为这来感觉最好的光与影的对比。它不是第一次来过了。'他走进树荫。他说: '我在树荫下，'。' 还有有一堵墙。' 他搬进？ 在阳光下。'现在我窗户对面，' 他说。我们走的钟塔。他说: '拱是有'。' 你永远不会错过。太阳甚至不是很强，我说。强壮得足以，' 他说，并补充说，' 现在后面一个铃铛。'他回来到阳台上，绕它了。'灯、 灯罩、 灯，树荫下，' 他说，和看起来像一个孩子在一个游戏跳房子，跳到高兴从广场和广场。临走塔上下来。'在窗边，' 他说︰ 起来顶部附近。另一个窗口，他说，当我们被中途停机。我离开了他，高兴的因为只有当你的阳光。

結果 (中文) 3:

这是一个阳光明媚的冬日。我在塔楼上下爬去，对自己采取了这个行动感到高兴，这时，在小门口的外面，一个盲人朝我走过来.。他是个面色苍白，瘦弱的人，留着黑头发和墨镜，给他一种神秘的表情.。他靠近院子的内壁，用胳膊轻轻地碰它.。一到门口，他就碰了一下，里面一转。在那一刻，他消失在楼梯上。我静静地站着，望着敞开的门留下的空荡荡的空间，站在墙上钉着“通往塔楼”的小牌子上.。我感到不得不跟着。我没有密切关注。我赶上了他在售票处。在那里，我惊讶地看到服务员卖给他一张票，好像他是任何其他访客。男人伸出它笨拙地，扫了桌子的小空间，用自己的手直到他，但参加蚂蚁似乎并没有采取任何通知。然后，用一只手的车票，用另一只手的手指触摸墙壁，他到达通往走廊的楼梯.。我站在桌旁，看着他，直到他听不见为止。这个人是盲目的，我说的服务员，并期望他表现出一定的关注，但他只是看着我，他的睡眼。他是个沉重的人，他的椅子和桌子似乎都是一块。“他是盲人，”我重复说。他茫然地看着我。一个瞎子想爬到塔上去干什么？他没有回答。“当然不是这样的，”我说。也许他想跳。”他的嘴开了一点。他应该做些什么吗？但他的椅子太舒服了。他没有动。”好，让我们希望不是，”他说，看着一个字谜他开始。这个盲人现在已经不见了。我转身走向楼梯。“车票，”侍者说，从椅子上站起来.。似乎他唯一可以移动。我递给他一五零里拉一块，他从他的票撕书一票。然后我匆忙上了楼梯。那个人没有我想象的那么远。时间比我想象的要少得多。三分之一路的塔，我听到他的脚步。我放慢脚步，跟他走了一段距离.。他慢慢地走上去，不时停下来.。当他到达阳台时，我在后面十几步。但当我到达时，他不被看见。我冲到钟楼的第一个拐角，在旁边，看见他。最后，十分钟后，我走近他。“对不起，”我尽量礼貌地说，“但我很想知道你为什么来.”“你永远也猜不到，”他说。“不看风景，我看，还是冬天的空气清新。”“不，”他一边笑着看着我一边说.。“告诉我，”我说。他笑了。也许，走上楼梯，你会注意到，然而，并非盲目的，也许你不会----怎么不轻但太阳进入塔通过狭窄的窗户，在这里和那里，这样就可以感受到的变化----凉爽的楼梯突然变得很温暖，即使在冬天，在墙的后面有阴影，但只要一去对面的一个狭窄的窗口，人们发现太阳。在所有的锡耶纳，没有地方能感觉到明暗的对比。这不是我第一次上来。”他走到阴凉处。”“我在阴凉处，”他说。那里有一堵墙。”他搬进来？在阳光下。”现在我在一个窗户对面，他说。我们沿着钟楼走去。“有一个拱门，”他说。你永远不会错过。太阳甚至不是很强，”我说。“够强壮了，”他说，又说，“现在我在铃后面。”他回到阳台上，绕了过去。光，影，光，影，”他说，似乎很高兴的像一个孩子，在一个跳房子游戏，从广场和广场跳。我们从塔上下来。”“有一个窗户，”他说，“在上面。”另一个窗口，'他说，当我们中途。我离开了他，高兴，只能由阳光。