每次回忆在耶路撒冷的时光,最先记起的总是这座城市的喧闹声。从清晨开始,此起彼伏的教堂钟声、清真寺塔尖上传来的阿訇召唤声、哭墙前犹太教徒的祈祷声……城市里充满了这样的声音,有时纷扰,有时和谐。晚间,听罢教堂里的赞美诗,漫步穿过集市,小店已准备打烊,于是“砰砰”的关店门的声音又不绝于耳。当虔诚的基督信徒背负十字架,走过“悲哀之路”时,他们高唱着:“基督,记得我”,而歌声却时不时被商贩的叫卖声淹没……骚乱、警报、军用飞机的声震,这就是耶路撒冷的声音。 Every time I remember the time in Jerusalem, the first thing I remembered always was the noise of the city. Starting early in the morning, church bells ring after ring, summon calls from mosque spiers, and prayer beings in front of the Wailing Wall ... The city is full of such sounds, sometimes disturbing and sometimes harmonious. In the evening, listening to hymns in the church, walking through the market, the shop is ready to fight, so “bang” off the door of the voice and endless. When devout Christians carry the Cross and walk the Road of Sorrows, they sing: “Christ, remember me,” while the song is sometimes submerged by traders’ cacophony ... riots, warnings, the sound of military aircraft This is the voice of Jerusalem.