Jen had a secret, a secret she never told anyone: she was an amateur writer. She had a love for writing. Her writing is comprised by essays, fables, poems, and true stories about people she had come to know. Writing compositions about her childhood she could recall or anything that: kept her interest. Jen never told anyone about her love for writing. She always felt people would consider her as a bit crazy. With so many activities to do on weekends, why would she choose to sit and write?
珍妮弗有一个秘密，一个她从未告诉任何人的秘密：她是一个业余作家。她热爱写作。她的作品由散文、寓言、诗歌和她认识的人的真实故事组成。写一些关于她童年的作品，她可以回忆起来，或者任何让她感兴趣的东西。珍从来没有告诉任何人她对写作的热爱。她总是觉得人们会认为她有点疯狂。周末有这么多活动要做，她为什么要选择坐着写作呢？
Jen was so glad to be out of the city for a few days. This was her weekend retreat. She loved the cabin. and it gave her confidence and peace and complacency in herself. Jen worked everyday in an attorney’s office as a consultant. She handled stacks of legal documents daily. So when the weekend and holidays came around she would head for her cabin. Her cabin was thirty-seven miles from the city. It was excluded from other cabins at the lake. She liked it that way.
珍妮弗很高兴能离开这个城市几天。这是她的周末度假地。她喜欢小木屋。这给了她自信、平静和自满。珍每天都在律师事务所当顾问。她每天处理一大堆法律文件。因此，当周末和假期来临时，她就会回到自己的小屋。她的小屋离市区有三十七英里。它被排除在湖边的其他小木屋之外。她喜欢这样。
Her white sleeping gown hung below her knees with just a white cotton lace. Her soft hair was loosely tied back with a piece of purple ribbon softly and gloriously falling out the sides and touching her cheeks of pale skin.
她的白色睡袍垂到膝盖以下，只有一个白色的棉花花边。她的柔软的头发松散地扎在后面，一条紫色的丝带轻柔地从两边光荣地垂下来，触摸着她苍白的脸颊。
The morning was moist, and the fog had set in last evening and still masked over the shabby cabin hidden deep within the Turtle Mountains. She shivered as she stepped bare foot onto unfinished slabs that held her deck together. She had purchased the slabs from the Hillbilly Board Store.
早晨很潮湿，昨天晚上就开始起雾了，但是还是遮住了龟山深处那间破旧的小屋。当她光着脚踩上未完工的连接着她的甲板的石板时，她浑身发抖。这些石板是她从乡巴佬铺子里买来的。
She would write a song, then hum it-and sing it to herself until she believed it was a real song, real like the songs on the radio or television or even imagined some famous singer singing her song.
她会写一首歌，然后哼唱，一直唱到她相信这是一首真正的歌曲，就像电台或电视上的歌曲，甚至想象一些著名的歌手唱她的歌曲。
The cabin was perfect: the breeze was fragrant and she could hear frogs croak from time to time. She would sit with her pen in hand and her spiral tablets and would write whatever came to her mind. Sometimes her novels and stories would dominate her and make her cry so hard that she would have to put her writing down and ask herself why she was doing this.
小屋非常完美：微风吹来芬芳，她能时不时听到青蛙的呱呱叫声。她会坐在那里，手里拿着钢笔和螺旋形的药片，想到什么就写什么。有时她的小说和故事会支配她，让她哭得如此厉害，以至于她不得不放下她的写作，问问自己为什么要这样做。
From her standpoint, writing gave her a feeling of complete satisfaction with herself. It’s not her expertise but it helped her to experience successes and overcome the pain she had endured throughout her lifetime. It helped her to articulate the feelings deep in her heart. It helped her to bring imaginary people and places to reality in her mind. It was a freedom no one ever knew. Her writing was her true complement and soul mate that she could trust.
从她的角度来看，写作给了她一种完全满足的感觉。这不是她的专业知识，但它帮助她经历成功，克服了她一生中所经历的痛苦。这有助于她表达她内心深处的感情。它帮助她把想象中的人和地方带到她脑海中的现实。这是一种没有人知道的自由。她的作品是她真正的补充，是她可以信任的灵魂伴侣。
Jen recently has purchased a computer and took an oath to herself that she would compile her writings and put them into the computer just to have for herself. It was an undertaking which would take a while but having her writings organized for the first time would be great.
珍最近购买了一台电脑，并对自己发誓，她将编译她的作品，并把它们输入电脑，只是为了自己。这是一项需要一段时间才能完成的工作，但是让她的作品第一次被整理出来就太好了。
Stretching her arms above her head, sticking out her chin and yawning as if it were a sign of freedom, Jen stretched every muscle in her body. “Good morning, world”, she yelled out as she turned to go into her cabin.
詹妮弗把手臂伸过头顶，伸出下巴，打着哈欠，仿佛这是自由的象征，她伸展着身体的每一块肌肉。“早上好，世界，”当她转身回到她的船舱时，她大声喊道。
It was going to be a dreary weekend, but Jen didn’t mind. She didn’t plan on spending it outside anyway. For her, it was a stressful weekend. She had too many tasks to complete and the hours went away too fast for her when she was not at work.
这将是一个沉闷的周末，但是珍并不介意。反正她也没打算在外面过。对她来说，这是一个充满压力的周末。她有太多的任务要完成，不工作的时间过得太快了。
The cabin was small in dimension, having four rooms to be exact, but it was all Jen needed. Her living room and kitchen were combined in one large room only the kitchen table separating them. The bedroom was direct opposite the living-room and the bathroom facing the kitchen. The backside of the cabin was an enclosed porch that was screened to enjoy a fresh breeze in the warm evenings and yet keep the irritating bugs away.
客舱的尺寸很小，确切地说有四个房间，但这正是珍所需要的。她的起居室和厨房合并在一个大房间里，只有厨房的桌子把它们分开。卧室正对着客厅，浴室正对着厨房。机舱的后面是一个封闭的门廊，在温暖的夜晚可以享受到清新的微风，同时还能赶走烦人的虫子。
Jen poured herself a glass of brandy, sat at her kitchen table and stared into space. Words were running through her mind, words of peace, words of beauty and poetry to relax by.
珍妮弗给自己倒了一杯白兰地，坐在厨房的桌子旁，凝视着空间。她的脑子里闪过许多词语，平静的词语，美丽的词语，放松的诗歌。
She picked UD her Den and started to write.
她拿起书包开始写作。
I’ll be here when you need me even if it’s for an hour or two.
当你需要我的时候，我会在你身边，即使只是一两个小时。
Like soft rain falling, I have loved you from the start.
就像细雨飘落，我从一开始就爱上了你。
I know you can never show your love for me.
我知道你永远不会对我表达你的爱。
Like drops of water running through a pebbled brook.
就像一滴水珠流过一条满是卵石的小溪。
Your life has been drafted and she is yours forever.
你的生活被选中了，她永远属于你。
Sweet scent fills the soul when I think of you.
当我想起你的时候，甜蜜的香味充满了我的灵魂。
I will never love another and I will die with you in my heart.
我永远不会爱上别人，我会把你留在我的心里。
And the laughter in your eyes every time I look,
每次我看你的时候，你眼中的笑容，
Jen wiped the tears that were streaming down her cheeks, and she knew she had to get on with her lire.
珍擦去流下来的眼泪，她知道她必须继续她的生活。
Feeling like rose petals softened by the morning dew,
感觉像玫瑰花瓣被晨露软化，
The way you hold me when I lonely and down
当我孤独沮丧时，你抱着我的样子
She put the pen down on the table thereafter as she could feel her eyes filling up with mist. She began to sob. Damn him, why did he do this to me, why did I torture myself. I knew he was a married man, I always knew it and yet I let myself fall in love with him.
之后她把笔放在桌子上，因为她能感觉到她的眼睛里充满了雾气。她开始抽泣起来。该死的，他为什么要这样对我，我为什么要折磨自己。我知道他是个已婚男人，我一直都知道，但我还是让自己爱上了他。
But darling I need you to understand I will always love you.
但是亲爱的，我需要你明白我会永远爱你。
Forbidden as it may be, I have loved you from the start.
虽然这可能是被禁止的，但我从一开始就爱着你。
As Jen locked the cabin door, she slowly walked to her car, knowing it would be another week before she could return. She loved the cabin and her writing. After all it was all she had right now as she was trying her best not to break up her best friend’s marriage.
珍锁上舱门，慢慢走向她的车，知道还要一个星期才能回来。她喜欢小木屋和她的写作。毕竟这是她现在所拥有的一切，因为她正在尽最大努力不破坏她最好朋友的婚姻。
The weekend went fast, Jen had entered over one hundred of her poems on the computer and had written a few new ones too. She cried a lot of tears and yet had a few good laughs as she was reading what she had written. She always enjoyed going back and reading her previous writings. Sometimes she had even forgotten she had written some of them.
周末过得很快，珍妮弗在电脑上输入了一百多首诗，还写了几首新诗。她哭了很多眼泪，但是当她读她写的东西的时候，她笑得很开心。她总是喜欢回去读她以前的作品。有时她甚至忘记了她曾经写过一些。
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