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I had been in a bad mood since my new neighbor moved in. I often typed articles by computer as a holiday. But no sooner had I become inspired to write than I could hear a girl singing next door. She didn’t sing well， and even out of tune. So it is a noise pollution for me. Sometimes when I was about to write， she started singing. Such a thing happened over and over. So how could I keep my spirits up and go on writing？
One day， soon after I sat down behind the computer， I heard the girl singing once again. I felt it was too noisy and disturbed1 my thoughts. I couldn’t stand it， so I had my husband go next door to complain about the noise.
Ten minutes later， my husband came back with a sad look， saying， “That girl is only 17 but she had bone cancer.”
I was taken aback by his words. On many occasions2， if something didn’t arise around me， I felt it is a drama on TV. However， when I knew it is a real thing， I found it incredible3.
“Her mother said that the more painful4 it is， the louder her daughter sings. The singing helped reduce her pains. The poor mother said sorry again and again for her daughter disturbing us，” my husband said， “Heaven treats her with awful cruelty5！”
I said to my husband， “Please tell her mother that the girl can sing as she likes. We don’t mind it at all.”
From that day on， I no longer thought the girl did anything wrong， and even got used to her singing. I felt as if it were like sniffing6 the smell of sunshine and watching the dew7 on flowers and plants.
Afterwards I left home on business. My husband phoned me that the girl became bald8 after receiving chemotherapy9 treatment and had been in the hospital. I returned home in late summer or early autumn. Sitting at home， I couldn’t help feeling something wanting. Suddenly I understood that I could no longer hear the next-door girl sing.
She always sang like this， “Someday I wish up on a star/ And wake up where the clouds are far behind me/ Where troubles smelled like lemon drops/ A way above the chimney tops/ That’s where you’ll find me...”
The girl’s singing rose in my mind. I hope the voice is everlasting for you， me and everyone.
自从新邻居搬进来我就一直感到郁郁寡欢。我平常将在电脑旁打文章当成一个假期。可每次我灵感来了想写文章时，就听到隔壁的女生在唱歌。她唱得不好听，甚至还有点跑调了。这对我而言简直就是噪音污染。有时候我刚要提笔写作时她就开始唱起来了。这样的事情一次又一次地发生。我该如何才能斗志昂扬继续创作下去呢？
一天，我一坐到电脑旁，就听到女孩又在唱歌。声音太吵了，打断了我的思路。我实在忍无可忍，让丈夫去隔壁抱怨下。
十分钟后，丈夫一脸忧伤地回来了，说：“那个女孩才17岁，却不幸得了骨癌。”
他的这番话让我大吃一惊。很多时候，如果这种事没有发生在我身边，我觉得这只是电视上演的剧情，然而，当我知道这是真人真事的时候，觉得太难以置信了！
“她的妈妈说，她女儿越感到痛苦，歌声就越大。唱歌可以帮助她减轻痛苦。可怜的妈妈多次为她女儿打扰了我们向我们深表歉意。”丈夫说，“老天爷对她太残忍了！”
我对丈夫说：“请告诉女孩的妈妈她想唱就唱吧，我们是不会介意的。”
从那天起，我再也不认为女孩做错了什么，甚至于已经适应了她的歌声。我觉得自己仿佛嗅到了阳光的味道，看到了花草树叶上的滴滴露珠。
后来我去出差了。丈夫给我打电话告诉我那女孩自从接受化疗后就秃顶了，现在已经住院了。夏末秋初，我出差回来，一坐在家里，不禁感觉要做点什么，猛然才意识到我再也听不到隔壁女孩唱歌了。
她经常唱这样的歌：“我期待有一天到那星星之上，梦中醒来，白云匍匐在脚下，一切麻烦迎刃而解。高于烟囱的顶端，你们将在那儿找到我……”
女孩的歌声在我的脑海中浮现，我希望她的声音对于你，对于我，对于每一个人而言都是永恒的。
One day， soon after I sat down behind the computer， I heard the girl singing once again. I felt it was too noisy and disturbed1 my thoughts. I couldn’t stand it， so I had my husband go next door to complain about the noise.
Ten minutes later， my husband came back with a sad look， saying， “That girl is only 17 but she had bone cancer.”
I was taken aback by his words. On many occasions2， if something didn’t arise around me， I felt it is a drama on TV. However， when I knew it is a real thing， I found it incredible3.
“Her mother said that the more painful4 it is， the louder her daughter sings. The singing helped reduce her pains. The poor mother said sorry again and again for her daughter disturbing us，” my husband said， “Heaven treats her with awful cruelty5！”
I said to my husband， “Please tell her mother that the girl can sing as she likes. We don’t mind it at all.”
From that day on， I no longer thought the girl did anything wrong， and even got used to her singing. I felt as if it were like sniffing6 the smell of sunshine and watching the dew7 on flowers and plants.
Afterwards I left home on business. My husband phoned me that the girl became bald8 after receiving chemotherapy9 treatment and had been in the hospital. I returned home in late summer or early autumn. Sitting at home， I couldn’t help feeling something wanting. Suddenly I understood that I could no longer hear the next-door girl sing.
She always sang like this， “Someday I wish up on a star/ And wake up where the clouds are far behind me/ Where troubles smelled like lemon drops/ A way above the chimney tops/ That’s where you’ll find me...”
The girl’s singing rose in my mind. I hope the voice is everlasting for you， me and everyone.
自从新邻居搬进来我就一直感到郁郁寡欢。我平常将在电脑旁打文章当成一个假期。可每次我灵感来了想写文章时，就听到隔壁的女生在唱歌。她唱得不好听，甚至还有点跑调了。这对我而言简直就是噪音污染。有时候我刚要提笔写作时她就开始唱起来了。这样的事情一次又一次地发生。我该如何才能斗志昂扬继续创作下去呢？
一天，我一坐到电脑旁，就听到女孩又在唱歌。声音太吵了，打断了我的思路。我实在忍无可忍，让丈夫去隔壁抱怨下。
十分钟后，丈夫一脸忧伤地回来了，说：“那个女孩才17岁，却不幸得了骨癌。”
他的这番话让我大吃一惊。很多时候，如果这种事没有发生在我身边，我觉得这只是电视上演的剧情，然而，当我知道这是真人真事的时候，觉得太难以置信了！
“她的妈妈说，她女儿越感到痛苦，歌声就越大。唱歌可以帮助她减轻痛苦。可怜的妈妈多次为她女儿打扰了我们向我们深表歉意。”丈夫说，“老天爷对她太残忍了！”
我对丈夫说：“请告诉女孩的妈妈她想唱就唱吧，我们是不会介意的。”
从那天起，我再也不认为女孩做错了什么，甚至于已经适应了她的歌声。我觉得自己仿佛嗅到了阳光的味道，看到了花草树叶上的滴滴露珠。
后来我去出差了。丈夫给我打电话告诉我那女孩自从接受化疗后就秃顶了，现在已经住院了。夏末秋初，我出差回来，一坐在家里，不禁感觉要做点什么，猛然才意识到我再也听不到隔壁女孩唱歌了。
她经常唱这样的歌：“我期待有一天到那星星之上，梦中醒来，白云匍匐在脚下，一切麻烦迎刃而解。高于烟囱的顶端，你们将在那儿找到我……”
女孩的歌声在我的脑海中浮现，我希望她的声音对于你，对于我，对于每一个人而言都是永恒的。