Jory is nineteen. He lives in a small room at college. The room is plain. It has a bed, a desk, and a window. It has no mirror.
乔里十九岁。他住在大学里的一间小屋。屋子很朴素，有一张床、一张书桌和一扇窗，没有镜子。
On Saturday he goes to a thrift shop. The shop is full of old things. There are cups, lamps, chairs, and books. It smells like dust and tea.
星期六，他去了一家旧货店。店里堆满了旧东西，有杯子、灯、椅子和书。空气里有灰尘和茶的味道。
At the back he sees a tall mirror. The frame is dark wood. Small leaves are cut into the wood. A paper tag hangs from the corner. It says eight dollars.
在店的最里面，他看见一面高高的镜子。镜框是深色的木头，上面刻着小小的叶子。镜框的一角挂着一张纸标签，写着八美元。
Jory stands in front of the mirror. He sees his face. He sees his brown coat and his tired eyes. Everything looks normal.
乔里站在镜子前。他看见自己的脸，看见自己的棕色外套和疲倦的眼睛。一切看起来都很正常。
Then something moves. The Jory in the mirror smiles. But the real Jory does not smile. His mouth is closed.
忽然有什么动了一下。镜子里的乔里笑了。可是真正的乔里没有笑，他的嘴是闭着的。
Jory steps back. The face in the mirror opens its mouth. It looks like a person who sings. Jory hears no sound. But the mouth moves, slowly and sweetly, like a song.
乔里往后退了一步。镜子里的那张脸张开了嘴，像一个正在唱歌的人。乔里听不到任何声音，可是那张嘴慢慢地、轻轻地动着，像在唱一首歌。
"Hello," says a thin old man. He stands next to Jory. He has round glasses and a grey scarf.
“你好。”一位瘦瘦的老先生说。他站在乔里旁边，戴着圆眼镜，围着灰围巾。
"Your mirror is broken," says Jory. His voice is small.
“你的镜子坏了。”乔里说，声音很小。
"It is not broken," says the old man. "It shows what you keep inside."
“它没有坏。”老先生说，“它照出的是你藏在心里的东西。”
Jory feels his face turn red. It is true. He loves to sing. He sings in the shower. He sings on the bus when he wears headphones. But he never sings for other people. He is too shy.
乔里觉得自己的脸红了。这是真的。他爱唱歌。他在淋浴时唱，戴着耳机坐公交车时也唱。可是他从来不在别人面前唱，他太害羞了。
"Eight dollars," says the old man. "It is a good price."
“八美元。”老先生说，“这个价钱很好。”
Jory thinks for a long minute. Then he takes the money from his pocket.
乔里想了很长的一分钟。然后他从口袋里拿出钱。
He carries the mirror back to college. It is heavy, and his arms hurt. His roommate helps him hang it on the wall.
他把镜子抱回了学校。镜子很重，他的胳膊很疼。室友帮他把它挂到墙上。
"Nice mirror," says the roommate. "It is very old."
“好漂亮的镜子。”室友说，“很旧了吧。”
"Yes," says Jory. He does not say more.
“是啊。”乔里说，没有再多说什么。
The next morning, Jory looks in the mirror. The other Jory sings again. This time Jory can hear a little sound. It is very soft, like a voice in another room. The song is slow and warm.
第二天早上，乔里照着镜子。镜子里的另一个乔里又唱了起来。这一次，乔里听到了一点点声音。它很轻很轻，像从另一个房间传来的歌声。那首歌又慢又温暖。
On the third morning, the sound is a bit louder. Jory stands very still. Then he opens his mouth. He sings one line, very quietly, with the mirror. His voice shakes.
第三天早上，声音大了一点。乔里一动不动地站着。然后他张开嘴，轻轻地跟着镜子唱了一句。他的声音在发抖。
The face in the mirror smiles at him. It looks glad.
镜子里的那张脸对他笑了，看起来很高兴。
On the fifth morning, he sings two lines. On the sixth, he sings the whole song. He forgets to be afraid. The song fills the small room.
第五天早上，他唱了两句。第六天，他唱完了整首歌。他忘了害怕，歌声充满了小小的房间。
Then the door opens. His roommate stands there with a towel in his hand.
这时门开了。他的室友站在门口，手里拿着一条毛巾。
"Jory!" he says. "Was that you?"
“乔里！”他说，“刚才是你在唱吗？”
Jory stops. His face is hot. "Sorry," he says. "I thought you were at the gym."
乔里停住了。他的脸很烫。“对不起，”他说，“我以为你去健身房了。”
"Do not say sorry," says his roommate. "That was beautiful. Why do you hide it?"
“别说对不起。”室友说，“真好听。你为什么要藏起来呢？”
"I do not know," says Jory. "I am afraid people will laugh."
“我不知道。”乔里说，“我怕别人会笑我。”
"Nobody will laugh," says his roommate. "There is a choir in the music building. They meet on Thursday at six o'clock. You must come."
“没人会笑你的。”室友说，“音乐楼里有一个合唱团，每个星期四六点聚会。你一定要去。”
"I am not good enough," says Jory.
“我唱得不够好。”乔里说。
His roommate points at the mirror. "Ask him," he says.
室友指了指镜子。“问问他吧。”他说。
Jory looks. The Jory in the mirror nods. It is a small nod. But it is very clear.
乔里看过去。镜子里的乔里点了点头。那只是轻轻的一下，可是非常清楚。
On Thursday at six, Jory stands by the music room. He can hear voices behind the door. His hands are cold. He sees his reflection in the door glass.
星期四六点，乔里站在音乐教室外面。他能听到门后的歌声。他的手很凉。他在门上的玻璃里看见了自己的倒影。
It smiles.
倒影笑了。
Jory takes a deep breath. He opens the door and walks in.
乔里深深吸了一口气。他推开门，走了进去。
