This morning, I passed by the old on my way to buy bread. There was a new hanging above the door, bright red and blue. Next to the , a young woman was practicing on a big piece of white paper. I stopped for a moment to watch. Her letters looked like a kind of dance. People also stood close by, some carrying a or waiting for the gallery to open. The street was calm, but full of little things to notice.
今天早上，我去买面包的路上经过了那家老画廊。 门上方挂着一面新旗子，鲜红和鲜蓝。 入口旁边，一位年轻女子正在一张大白纸上练习书法。 我停下来看了一会儿。 她的字看起来像一种安静的舞蹈。 人们也站在旁边，有的提着包，有的在等画廊开门。 街道很平静，但充满了值得注意的小事物。
Later that afternoon, I heard music from the park nearby. A small group was playing : one man had a , another played a . A child waved a little flag while his mother took a picture. The music was warm and happy. It made me slow down and listen for a while. On days like this, I remember that my city is full of art and , even in small, everyday moments.
那天下午晚些时候，我听到了附近公园传来的音乐声。 一个小团体在一起演奏：一个男人弹着吉他，另一个敲着鼓。 一个孩子挥舞着一面小旗子，而他的母亲则在拍照。 音乐温暖而快乐。 这让我想放慢脚步，听了一会儿。 在这样的日子里，我记起我的城市充满了艺术和活力，即使是在微小、日常的时刻。
