英语翻译

Question

手中小心翼翼地握着一只受了伤的小鸟，小鸟扭动纤细的脖子想要挣脱，但它因翅膀折损而动弹不得，漆黑的眼中满是惊恐与绝望。小鸟身体微微的热度，没有因寒冷的冬意而消逝，我屏息凝视，甚至感觉到它心脏的跳动。跳动的心脏坚定而有力，道出一声声活下去的信念。
那一刻，我知道，生命就在手中。
几周后，小鸟奇迹般的痊愈，它拍拍翅膀，飞向远方。
握着弥留之际的人的手，感受着他的脉搏一点点微弱，一点点低沉，目光不再炯炯有神，喉咙中也只能发出模糊的声音，手还有温度，我感受着他的脉搏若隐若现地跳动。他的目光流连在他身旁人们的脸上，仿佛在回忆，仿佛在沉思自己的一生，直到——生命的最后一刻。一切依旧，唯有我手中的曾经强壮而辛勤劳作的手，没有了脉搏的跳动，这只手，再也不能抚摸任何他所爱和爱他的人的脸，也不能扶起需要他帮助的人的臂膀，更不能做他曾经挚爱的体育运动，连墙角的那把拐杖，也再也无法拿起。
我害怕、恐惧、深深的悲哀。
那一刻，我知道，生命在我手中流逝。
生命，既坚强又脆弱。
还有一段：

珍爱生命，绝非是躲在温室里，不敢拼搏、不敢奋斗，而是抓住生命中一次次机遇，理性地去尝试、去获得。应当想象，我们是冬日里的种子，在经历了严寒地拷打，满怀着信念与理想，去拥抱春日的阳光。

请勿机器翻译，谢谢

Answer 1

Hand holds a carefully wounded bird, slender neck twisting bird, but it wants a move for wings, dark eyes are full of fear and despair. Bird body heat, not because of cold nuances of meaning and dies in winter, I feel it, even breath at heart beat. Beating heart firm and strong, because the belief to live.
At that moment, I know, life is at hand.
A few weeks later, bird, it miraculously healed clap wings and fly, to the distant place.
Holding the hand of dying people feel his pulse is a bit, a bit weak eyes not jiongjiongweishen deeper in the throat, also can send sound, hand and temperature, I feel his pulse beats concealed. His eyes wander beside him on the face, like people, like in meditation memories - his life, until the end of the world. All of my hands, but still have strong and hard-working, no pulse beats, this hand, can't touch anything he loved and love him face, nor lift up to help his arms, he once more cannot do love sports, even in the corner that the cane, also cannot be picked up.
I fear, fear, deep sorrow.
At that moment, I knew, life in my hand.
Life is fragile, strong.
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你可以下个有道桌面词典 也不大 也很好用的
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Cherish life, is not hid in greenhouses, dare struggle, dare struggle, but seize opportunities, life and rationally to try, to acquire. We should imagine in the winter is the seed, and in the bitter cold, tortured, full of faith and the ideal, to embrace spring sunshine.

Answer 2

The hands carefully holding a wounded bird, birds twisting thin you want to break free of the neck, but it is a result of impairment and could not move its wings, the dark eyes full of panic and despair. Bird body heat slightly, there is no due to the cold of winter to fade, I waited to gaze, and even feel its heart beating. The beating heart firm and powerful faith tells soon as live sound.
At that moment, I know, life in his hands.
A few weeks later, birds miraculously cured, it patted wings, fly to afar.
Holding the hands of people dying, feeling his pulse a little weak, a little bit low, is no longer bright and piercing eyes, throat issued only vague voice, hand there is the temperature, I feel his pulse beating looming. His eyes linger on his side faces of the people, as if recalled, as if his life in meditation, until - the last moment of life. Everything remains the same, only my hands to have strong and hard-working hands, no pulse beat, the hand can no longer touch any person whom he loved and love his people face, nor propped who needed his help the arm, but could not do the sport he once loved, and even the corner and that the cane, but also no longer be picked up.
I was afraid, fear, deep sadness.
At that moment, I know that life goes by in my hands.
Life, both strong and fragile.

Cherish life, not taking cover behind a greenhouse, not hard, they dare not fight, but in life again and again to seize the opportunity, in a rational manner to try to obtain them. Should imagine, we are the seeds of winter, after the cold to torture, are imbued with the beliefs and ideals to embrace the spring sun.

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Answer 3

Hand holds a carefully wounded bird, slender neck twisting bird, but it wants a move for wings, dark eyes are full of fear and despair. Bird body heat, not because of cold nuances of meaning and dies in winter, I feel it, even breath at heart beat. Beating heart firm and strong, because the belief to live.
At that moment, I know, life is at hand.
A few weeks later, bird, it miraculously healed clap wings and fly, to the distant place.
Holding the hand of dying people feel his pulse is a bit, a bit weak eyes not jiongjiongweishen deeper in the throat, also can send sound, hand and temperature, I feel his pulse beats concealed. His eyes wander beside him on the face, like people, like in meditation memories - his life, until the end of the world. All of my hands, but still have strong and hard-working, no pulse beats, this hand, can't touch anything he loved and love him face, nor lift up to help his arms, he once more cannot do love sports, even in the corner that the cane, also cannot be picked up.
I fear, fear, deep sorrow.
At that moment, I knew, life in my hand.
Life is fragile, strong.

Answer 4

The hands carefully holding a wounded bird, birds twisting thin you want to break free of the neck, but it is a result of impairment and could not move its wings, the dark eyes full of panic and despair. Bird body heat slightly, there is no due to the cold of winter to fade, I waited to gaze, and even feel its heart beating. The beating heart firm and powerful faith tells soon as live sound.
At that moment, I know, life in his hands.
A few weeks later, birds miraculously cured, it patted wings, fly to afar.
Holding the hands of people dying, feeling his pulse a little weak, a little bit low, is no longer bright and piercing eyes, throat issued only vague voice, hand there is the temperature, I feel his pulse beating looming. His eyes linger on his side faces of the people, as if recalled, as if his life in meditation, until - the last moment of life. Everything remains the same, only my hands to have strong and hard-working hands, no pulse beat, the hand can no longer touch any person whom he loved and love his people face, nor propped who needed his help the arm, but could not do the sport he once loved, and even the corner and that the cane, but also no longer be picked up.
I was afraid, fear, deep sadness.
At that moment, I know that life goes by in my hands.
Life, both strong and fragile.