Who has the original translation of Silent Spring, the third intensive reading of College English?

Once upon a time, there was a small town in the middle of the United States, where life seemed to live in harmony with its surroundings. The town is located on a chessboard, a prosperous farm and a hillside with a large area of land and orchards. In spring, green flowers float across the green fields. In autumn, oak, maple and birch are all red and swaying on a pine tree. Then the fox barked on the mountain, and the deer quietly crossed the field, half hidden in the autumn morning fog.

Along the highway, laurel, coral, alder, ferns and wild flowers, the eyes of happy travelers have passed for more than a year. Even in winter, the roadside is a beautiful place, and countless birds come to eat berries and seeds on their heads, as well as snow on dry weeds. In fact, the countryside is famous for its colorful bird life. When a large number of immigrants came in in spring and autumn, people came from far away to observe. Others go fishing by the stream, and the stream flows out of the mountain clear and cold. There are some hidden ponds where trout lie. Many years ago, when the first settlers raised their houses, dug wells and built barns.

Then a strange epidemic spread to this area and everything began to change. Some evil spells were broken in the community: mysterious diseases swept through flocks of chickens, and cattle and sheep fell ill and died. The shadow of death is everywhere. Farmers talk about many diseases in their families. In the town, doctors are more and more confused about the new diseases among patients. Adults, even children, have several sudden and inexplicable deaths. They were suddenly injured while playing and died a few hours later.

There is a strange silence. Like birds, where did they go? Many people will feel confused and uneasy when they talk about them. The feeding station in the backyard is empty. You can see several birds dying everywhere. They tremble violently and can't fly. This is a silent spring. On the morning when I sang with the dawn of Robbins, cats, pigeons, birds and wrens, are there any voices with many other birds now? Only silence exists in fields, Woods and swamps.

On the farm, hens lay eggs, but no chicks hatch. Farmers complain that they can't keep pigs-the pigsty is very small and the pigs can only live for a few days. The apple tree bloomed, but there were no bees buzzing among the flowers, so there was no pollination and no fruit.

The once attractive roadside, now the brown withered vegetation on both sides seems to be burnt. These are also silent and abandoned by all living things. Even the stream is lifeless. Fishermen don't go there anymore because all the fish are dead.

In the gutter under the eaves and between the tiles on the roof, you can also see a few pieces of white granular powder; A few weeks ago, it fell like snow on roofs, lawns, fields and rivers.

Without witchcraft and the actions of the enemy, new life in this troubled world is silent. The people made it themselves.

This town does not actually exist, but it can easily have 1000 corresponding towns in the United States or other parts of the world. I know that no community has experienced all the misfortunes I have described. However, every disaster happens somewhere, and many real communities have suffered a lot. A terrible ghost hardly noticed us, and this imaginary tragedy is likely to become a harsh reality that all of us should know.

What silences the sound of spring in countless towns in the United States? This book tries to explain.

A silent spring composed of rachel carson.