Question

中译英 翻译成英文，麻烦啦，真的很急哦

声音的温度
那年，一场变故悄悄潜入我家。先是母亲生病住院，体质本就羸弱的父亲，因为焦虑过度，也随即病倒，父母双双住进了医院。

　　太阳从西边落山，恐惧却从我的心头升起，那年我才十三岁。山村的夜色中，黑黢黢的远山像一副剪纸阴森地贴在窗户的玻璃上，偌大的屋子里，只剩下我和妹妹。山中的狼群，一声接一声凄厉地哀嗥，常常将我和妹妹从梦中惊醒。

　　我们住在一所山村学校，叫喊声未必能让远处的人家听见。忽然，我想起了口哨——母亲上体育课时用的口哨。鼓起胸腔，我拼命地让全部的气流吹出尽可能最大的声响。渐渐地，我听见了家门前由远及近嘈杂的脚步声，大声说话的声音。窗外交织着手电筒的光亮。我听见了乡亲们喊我的名字。开了门，一群人扛着锄头站在我家门前，他们都是周围我熟悉的乡亲。善良的黑脸，热切的目光，一群人由衷的关爱，驱散了我内心的恐惧。

　　“孩子，你睡吧!这一夜我们不走了。”一位大爷说。他们在墙根靠下了锄头，坐着，蹲着，吸着旱烟，大声地呱白……我渐渐地睡着了。直到天亮，他们才扛起锄头离开。

Answer 1

The temperature of the voice
That year, a misfortune quietly into my house. First the mother is ill in hospital, the constitution is the father of the weak, because the anxiety much, then fell ill, both parents live into hospital.

The sun going down in the west, but fear from my heart rise, that year I just 13 years old. In the night of the village, HeiQuQu distant like a pair of paper-cut ghostly almost in the glass of the window, the entire house, only my sister and I. The mountain of wolves, 1 connect a cruel and sound ai hao will often my sister and I was awakened from the dream.

We lived in a mountain village school, Shouting distance of not necessarily what people hear. Suddenly, I remembered the whistling-the mothers with whistle of sports class. Summon up the chest, I tried to let whole

Answer 2

The temperature of the voice

That year, a misfortune quietly into my house. First the mother is ill in hospital, the constitution is the father of the weak, because the anxiety much, then fell ill, both parents live into hospital.

The sun going down in the west, but fear from my heart rise, that year I just 13 years old. In the night of the village, HeiQuQu distant like a pair of paper-cut ghostly almost in the glass of the window, the entire house, only my sister and I. The mountain of wolves, 1 connect a cruel and sound ai hao will often my sister and I was awakened from the dream.

We lived in a mountain village school, Shouting distance of not necessarily what people hear. Suddenly, I remembered the whistling-the mothers with whistle of sports class. Summon up the chest, I tried to let all the air blow out the biggest noise as possible. Gradually, I heard the door in the near and far by the sound of the noisy, loud voice. Woven into the light outside the window of a flashlight. I heard the folks call out my name. The door open, a group of people carried the hoe stood in my front door, they are all familiar with the folks around me. Good black face, eager eyes, a group of heartfelt love, dispels the fear of my heart.

"The child, you sleep! The night we don't go." A big ye said. They passed by in the hoe, sitting, squat down, sucking HanYan, loudly gung white... I was asleep. Until the morning light, and they just carry hoe to leave.
就这么多了，如有错误，清指出

Answer 3

The temperature of the sound
That year, a turn of events crept into my house. First his mother hospitalized, on the weak constitution of the father, because of anxiety over, and then fell ill, both parents admitted to the hospital.

Downhill from the west of the sun, but never fear, my heart rises, that year I was thirteen years old. Village of darkness, like a paper-cut mountains Heiqu Qu dark affixed to glass windows, the huge house, leaving me and my sister. Wolves in the mountains, cry shrill sad howl, My sister and I often awoke from a dream.

We live in a village school, the hue and cry may not make people hear the distant. Suddenly, I remembered the whistle - the mother with the whistle on the physical education courses. Muster the chest, I let all the air hard to blow the biggest possible sound. Gradually, I heard the front door from far and near noisy footsteps, loud voice. Intertwined with a flashlight out the window light. I heard folks call my name. Opened the door, a group of people standing in front of my house carrying a hoe, they are familiar with the folks around me. Good bad guy, eager eyes, a group of people sincerely love, to disperse the fear in my heart.

"Son, you sleep! This night we do not go." One uncle said. The lower their foot of a hoe, sitting, squatting, inhaling pipe down, loud quack white ... I gradually fell asleep. Until dawn, they only carry the hoe to leave.

Answer 4

The temperature of the voice

That year, a misfortune quietly into my house. First the mother is ill in hospital, the constitution is the father of the weak, because the anxiety much, then fell ill, both parents live into hospital.
The sun going down in the west, but fear from my heart rise, that year I just 13 years old. In the night of the village, HeiQuQu distant like a pair of paper-cut ghostly almost in the glass of the window, the entire house, only my sister and I. The mountain of wolves, 1 connect a cruel and sound ai hao will often my sister and I was awakened from the dream.
We lived in a mountain village school, Shouting distance of not necessarily what people hear. Suddenly, I remembered the whistling-the mothers with whistle of sports class. Summon up the chest, I tried to let all the air blow out the biggest noise as possible. Gradually, I heard the door in the near and far by the sound of the noisy, loud voice. Woven into the light outside the window of a flashlight. I heard the folks call out my name. The door open, a group of people carried the hoe stood in my front door, they are all familiar with the folks around me. Good black face, eager eyes, a group of heartfelt love, dispels the fear of my heart.
"The child, you sleep! The night we don't go." A big ye said. They passed by in the hoe, sitting, squat down, sucking HanYan, loudly gung white... I was asleep. Until the morning light, and they just carry hoe to leave.