百年孤独这本书怎么样 世纪文学经典:《百年孤独》第1章Part 5

世纪文学经典:《百年孤独》第1章Part 5  

José Arcadio Buendía
who was the most enterprising man ever to be seen in the village
had set up the placement of the houses in such a way that from all of them one could reach the river and draw water with the same effort
and he had lined up the streets with such good sense that no house got more sun than another during the hot time of day. Within a few years Macondo was a village that was more orderly and hard working than any known until then by its three hundred inhabitants. It was a truly happy village where no one was over thirty years of age and where no one had died.
Since the time of its founding
José Arcadio Buendía had built traps and cages. In a short time he filled not only his own house but all of those in the village with troupials
canaries
bee eaters
and redbreasts. The concert of so many different birds became so disturbing that úrsula would plug her ears with beeswax so as not to lose her sense of reality. The first time that Melquíades' tribe arrived
selling glass balls for headaches
everyone was surprised that they had been able to find that village lost in the drowsiness of the swamp
and the gypsies confessed that they had found their way by the song of the birds.
That spirit of social initiative disappeared in a short time
pulled away by the fever of the mags
the astronomical calculations
the dreams of transmutation
and the urge to discover the wonders of the world. From a clean and active man
José Arcadio Buendía changed into a man lazy in appearance
careless in his dress
with a wild beard that úrsula managed to trim with great effort and a kitchen knife. There were many who considered him the victim of some strange spell. But even those most convinced of his madness left work and family to follow him when he brought out his tools to clear the land and asked the assembled group to open a way that would put Macondo in contact with the great inventions.