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When love beckons you, follow him, though his ways are hard and stccp. And when his wings enfold you, yield to him, though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you, believe in him, though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your most tender branches that quiver in the sun,so shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart and in that knowledge become a fragment of life's heart.But if,in your fear,you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,then it is better for you that you cover your nakeness and pass out of love's threshing-floor. into the season less world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep. but not all of your tears. Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from pssesse, not nor would it be possessed. for love is sufficient into love.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself. But if you love and have desires, don't let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love
And to bleed willingly andjoyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude; And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart.
当爱挥手召唤你们时,跟随着它,尽管它的道路艰难而险峻。当它展翼拥抱你们时,依顺着它,尽管它羽翼中的利刃会伤害你们。当它对你们说话时,要相信它,尽管它的声音会击碎你的梦,像狂风尽扫园中的花。
爱虽可为你们加冕,也能将你们钉上十字架。它虽可助你们成长,也能将你们削砍剪刘。它会攀至你们的高处,轻抚你们阳光下颤动的最柔嫩的枝条,它也会降至你们的根底,动摇你们紧紧依附着大地的根须。
这一切都是爱为你们所做的,使你们或许能从中领悟自己心中的秘密,从而成为生命之心的一小部分。但是如果你们出于畏惧只去寻求爱的和美与爱的欢乐,那你们最好掩起自己的赤裸,离开爱的打谷场,踏人那没有季节的世界,在那里,你会开怀,但不是尽情欢笑;你会哭泣,但不是尽为泪水。爱除了自身别无所求,除了自身别无所取二爱不占有,也不被占有,因为爱有了自己就足够了.
爱别无他求,只求成全自己。但如果你爱了,又有所渴求,就别让这些成你的所求吧:
融化为一道奔流的溪水,在夜晚吟唱自己的清曲。
体会太多温柔带来的痛苦。
被自己对爱的体会所伤害。
心甘情愿地淌血
清晨,带着一颗生翼的心醒来,感谢又一个充满爱的日子;
午休,沉思爱的心醉神怡;
黄昏,带着感激归家;睡前,为你心中的挚爱祈祷。
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1.只有时间才知道爱的珍贵
Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of the others, including Love. One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all constructed boats and left. Except for Love.
Love was the only one who stayed. Love wanted to hold out until the last possible moment.
When the island had almost sunk, Love decided to ask for help.
Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said,"Richness, can you take me with you?"
Richness answered, "No, I can't. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place here for you."
Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel. "Vanity, please help me!"
"I can't help you, Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat," Vanity answered.
Sadness was close by so Love asked, "Sadness, let me go with you."
"Oh . . . Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!"
Happiness passed by Love, too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her.
Suddenly, there was a voice, "Come, Love, I will take you." It was an elder. So blessed and overjoyed, Love even forgot to ask the elder where they were going. When they arrived at dry land, the elder went her own way. Realizing how much was owed the elder, Love asked Knowledge, another elder, "Who Helped me?"
"It was Time," Knowledge answered.
"Time?" asked Love. "But why did Time help me?"
Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered, "Because only Time is capable of understanding how valuable Love is."
很久以前,有一座孤岛,岛上住着所有的情感:快乐,忧伤,知识,以及剩余的其他感情,其中也包括了爱。有一天,情感们得知,这座小岛将要沉没,他们都开始建造船只准备离开。除了一个人,爱。
爱是唯一一个选择留下的。它固执地想坚守到最后一秒。
当整座岛屿几乎覆灭时,爱决定向他人求助。
财富驶着一艘豪华游轮经过爱的身旁,爱恳求道:“财富啊,你能带上我么?”
财富回答说:“不,不行。我的船上装满了金银珠宝。没有空地留给你啦。”
这时,爱的身侧,虚荣架着一艘靓丽的轮船缓缓驶来,爱决定向虚荣求助:“虚荣,求求你帮帮我吧!”
虚荣拒绝了:“我不能帮你,爱。你全身湿嗒嗒地,这会弄脏我心爱的船的。”
爱向近在咫尺的忧伤渴求道:“忧伤,让我和你一起吧。
“噢。。。爱,我实在是太伤心了,我需要一个人静一会儿。”
快乐也从爱的身边驶过,但是她太高兴了,以至于完全没有听到爱的呼唤。
突然,一个声音映入耳帘,“快上了,爱,我来载你。”原来是名年迈的长者。爱如闻天籁,兴奋不已,甚至忘了问问长者要他们要去往何方。当他们在一片干涸之地靠岸时,长者又踏上了自己的征程,独自前行。爱意识到自己亏欠老者甚多,她赶忙询问智慧老人,“帮助我的人是谁呀?”
知识静静地答道:“那是时间。”
“时间?”爱问道,“但时间为什么要帮助我呢?”
知识微微一笑,饱含深意,回答说:“因为只有时间才知道爱的珍贵价值。”
Even at the age of 75. Thelma was very vivacious and full of life. Whcn her husband passed away, her children suggested that she move to a "senior living community." A gregarious‘and life-loving person. Thelma decided to do so.
Shortly after moving in,Thelma became a self-appointed activities director, coordinating all sorts of things for the people in the community to do and quickly became very popular and made many friends.
When Thclma turned 80, her newfound friends showed their appreciation by throwing a surprise birthday party fur her. When Thelma entered the dining room for dinner that night, she was greeted by a standing ovation and one of the coordinators led her to the head table. The night was filled with laughter and entcrtainmnt. but throughout the evening ,Thelma could not take her eyes off a gentleman sitting at the other end of the table.
When the festivities ended, Thelma quickly rose from her seat and rushed over to the man"Pardon me," Thelma said, "Please forgive me if I made you feel uncomfortable by staring at you all night. I just couldn't help myself from looking your way. You see, you look just like my fifth husband."
"Your fifth husband!" replied the gentleman. "Forgive me for asking, but how many times have you been married?"
With that, a smile came across Thelma's face as she responded, "Four."
They were married shortly after.
已经75岁的西尔玛依旧十分活跃,富有朝气在她丈夫过世之后,她的儿女们建议她搬去老人社区生活西尔玛是一个喜欢辛卜交、热爱生活的人,欣然接受儿女们的建议.
搬进老人社区后不久,西尔玛自动请缨,成为各项活动的组织者,负责为社区居民协调各类事务,很快便赢得了社区居民的喜欢,也结交了很多新朋友.
西尔玛80岁生11那天,她那些新交的朋友为表示对她的感谢,决定给她办一个惊喜生日派对。当西尔玛像平常一样去餐厅吃晚餐时,餐厅内所有的人都站起来欢迎她,一位组织者将她引到上座入座。整个晚宴充满欢声笑语,大家都很尽兴,但整个晚上,西尔玛的眼睛都不曾离开过坐在桌子另一端的那位老先生。
宴会结束后,西尔玛马上起身,走到那位老先生面前。“对不起”,西尔玛说到,“今晚我一直盯着你看,如果这让你很不舒服的话,希望你能原谅我,但我实在没法忍住,总想要朝你所在的方向看。你知道为什么吗,因为你和我的第五任丈夫太相像了!”
“第五任丈夫!”那位老先生说道,“那么请原谅我这一问,你结过几次婚呢?”
这时,西尔玛笑容满面地回答:"4次。”
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秋天的故事
It was the golden season. I could see the yellow leaves falling with the cool wind. For others, itis a harvest season, while for me, it is an annoying season. I was preparing for thePostgraduate Entrance Examination. But so many unhappy things made me so tired, so Idecided to have a walk along the Yanjiang Road in my university.
“Autumn is a lonely season and life is uninteresting. The days in this season always get medown”, I thought when the sound of a guitar flowed into my ears, like a stream flowing fromthe mountains. I was so surprised that I ran to see what it was. A young girl, sitting on thelawn, was lost in playing her guitar. She was a beautiful girl, especially when the wind blewher long hair. I had never seen her before. The music was so attractive that I listened quietly.
Lost in the music, I did not realize that I had been standing for so long. But my existencedid not seem to disturb her. Leaves were still falling. Every day when I passed by the lawn, Iwould see her playing her guitar. She was the only performer and I was the only audience.During the rest of the days in the season, life became interesting and I could review the coursescarefully. Though we did not know each other, I thought we were always good friends.
Autumn was nearly over. One day, when I was listening devotedly, the sound suddenlystopped. To my astonishment, the girl came over to me.
“You must like the music,” she said.
“Yes, you play very well. Why did you stop?” I asked.
Suddenly, a sad expression appeared on her face.
“I came here just to have a rest because I failed in the college entrance examination. I feltvery disappointed. And it was your listening every day that encouraged me,” she said, “and Ihave to go tomorrow.”
“In fact, it was your playing that gave me a meaningful autumn and helped me believe thatI have the ability to pass the Postgraduate Entrance Examination.” I answered, “I think it wasGod who gave us the chance to know each other and we should be good friends.”
She smiled and I smiled.
Since then, I have never seen her again. I no longer passed by that lawn. Only thick leaveswere left behind. But I will always remember the season and the girl. It was her appearancethat helped me passed the Postgraduate Entrance Examination, though she only appeared a fewdays in my life.
We may encounter many people in our lives. Some are like a shooting star, but give off somuch light that they guide you in the correct direction; some are like clothes to you, they arealways with you, but do not understand you. Just as a famous saying, many people step inyour life, but only true friends leave footprints.
I shall always recall the autumn, the girl and the sound of her guitar. I know she willalways be my best friend.
那是一个金色的季节。我看到金色的叶子随着凉爽的秋风飘落。对其他人来说,这是收获的季节。然而对于我,这却是一个烦恼的季节。那时我正在准备研究生入学考试。但那么多不愉快的事情让我感到非常疲惫,所以我决定顺着学校的沿江路散散心。
“秋天是一个寂寞的季节,生活索然无趣。秋天我总是感到沮丧,”我正边走边想,这时弹吉他的声音就像山中小溪的流水灌入我的耳朵,我感到非常惊奇于是跑去看个究竟。一个非常年轻的女孩坐在草地上,忘我地弹着吉他。她真漂亮,尤其是当她的长发随风轻舞时。以前我从没有见过她。音乐如此美妙,以致我静静地听了起来。
沉醉在音乐中,我没有意识到自己竟然站了那么久,但我的存在好像并没有打扰她,叶子仍在随风飘零。每天路过那片草地,我都会看到她在那儿弹吉他。她是惟一的表演者,而我是惟一的听众。于是这个季节接下来的日子里,生活变得趣味盎然,我也能专心复习功课了。尽管我们彼此不相识,我认为我们已经是好朋友了。
秋季快过去了。一天,正当我专心致志地陶醉在音乐声中时,音乐声嘎然而止。使我惊愕的是,这个女孩向我走过来了。
“你一定很喜欢音乐吧。”她说。
“是的。你弹得真好。怎么停了?”我问。
突然,她的脸上现出一抹悲伤的表情。
“我只是来这里休息一段时间,因为我高考失利了。我感到非常失望,是你每天都来听鼓励了我,”她说,“明天我就要走了。”
“实际上,是你的音乐让我觉得秋天富有意义,使我相信我有能力通过考研。”我说道,“我认为是上苍给了我们相识的机会,我们应该成为好朋友。”
她笑了,我也笑了。
从那以后,我再也没有见过她。我不再经过那片草地了。只留下了厚厚的叶子。但我会永远铭记这个季节,还有那个女孩。是她的出现助我通过了研究生入学考试,尽管她出现在我的生命中只有短短的几天。
在我们的生活中,也许会遇到很多人,有些人就像流星一样,却发出足够的光芒指引你走向正确的方向;有些人就像你的衣服,虽然整日跟你在一起,却还是不能理解你。就像一句明言所说,很多人走进你的生命,却只有真正的朋友才能留下脚印。
我会永远回想起那个季节,那个女孩以及她的吉他声。我知道,她会是我永远的好朋友。
秋天的落日
We had a remarkable sunset one day last November. I was walking in a meadow, the source of a small brook, when the sun at last, just before setting, after a cold gray day, reached a clear stratum in the horizon, and the softest, brightest morning sunlight fell on the dry grass and on the stems of the trees in the opposite horizon, and on the leaves of the shrub-oaks on the hill-side, while our shadows stretched long over the meadow eastward, as if we were the only motes in its beams. It was such a light as we could not have imagined a moment before, and the air also was so warm and serene that nothing wanted to make a paradise of that meadow.
The sun sets on some retired meadow, where no house is visible, with all the glory and splendor that it lavishes on cities, and, perchance, as it has never set before, --where there is but a solitary marsh-hawk to have his wings gilded by it, or only a masques lookout from his cabin, and there is some little black-veined brook in the midst of the marsh, just beginning to meander, winding slowly round a decaying stump. We walked in so pure and bright a light, gilding the withered grass and leaves, so softly and serenely bright, I thought I had never bathed in such a golden flood, without a ripple or a murmur to it.
最近十一月的一天,我们目睹了一个极其美丽的日落。方当我仍然漫步于一道小溪发源处的草地之上,那天际的的太阳,终于在一个凄苦的寒天之后,暮夕之前,涌出云层,骤放澄明。这时但见远方天幕下的衰草残茎;山边的木叶橡丛,登时沉浸在一片最柔美也最耀眼的曙光般的绮照之中,而我们自己的身影也长长伸向东边草地,仿佛是那缕斜辉中仅有的点点微尘。周围的风物是那么妍美,一晌之前还是难以想象,空气也是那么和暖纯净,一时这普通草原实在无异天上景象。
此刻那落日的余辉正以它全般的灿烂与辉煌,并不分城市还是乡村,甚至以往日也少见的艳丽,尽情斜映在一带境远地僻的草地之上;这里没有一间房舍——茫茫之中只瞥见一头孤零零的沼鹰,背羽上染尽了金黄,一只麝香鼠正探头穴外,另外在沼泽之间望见了一股水色黝黑的小溪,蜿蜒而前,绕行于一堆残株败根之旁。我们漫步于其中的光照,是这样的纯美与熠耀,满目衰草木叶,一片金黄,晃晃之中又是这般柔和恬静,没有一丝涟漪,一息咽呜。我想我从来不曾沐浴于这么幽美的金色光汛之中。
秋天的思绪
Autumn dusk, floating patches of dead leaves. Piece of the falling yellow leaves are always people feel sad and depressed.
Fu Guo Dang Qi autumn slightly leisurely in my mind the layers of memories! Looked forward to, read the. Like an elegant lilies, bursts of fragrance exudes. I know that you want to feel like your taste. Acacia 1000 speech, did not say tears into beads! Autumn is always reminiscent of the lot. Every autumn since ancient times, sad lonely and Liao, I made autumn Sheng-chun Chao! Who suddenly forget that this is a poem. Yes ah, every autumn since ancient times, sad lonely Liao! True that I do not want to have the kind of broad reach of the harbor - "I made the spring towards autumn wins." Maybe I am a sentimental person bar!
Hands on trouser pocket inside, it is so leisurely walk, thoughts fly with. Flew to the clouds, look at Kazamaki云舒, flew to the beach, listening to waves from ebb tide. This is thousands of miles of the Autumn clouds thousands of miles, panoramic view. Is Zaibu Dong Toryu is PASSING! Akin to finding away, the tears look for flowers, the world is to make autumn, full Hitomi bleak. I look forward to gently, but you draw down quietly! I waited quietly, but you drifting away in the tree branches!
You come secretly, so that even in red maple leaf, but also to make it more the storm alone. Cecil cool, so charming the sweet-scented osmanthus in autumn withdrew earlier stage. Your arrival like a beautiful a performance of the first, floating in the earth's heart, floating in a lonely heart, floating in the mind of the Iraqis, floating in the love inside, floating in a farewell, you floating in the lives of all ri! Choice banging every household of the window lattice, are you tapping into everyone's hearts. Reward human music, fluttering autumn leaf Sasa rain.
Past history behind, life is way far apart? Iraqi tears! He cut through language? Autumn Thoughts Amid the tears are like rain. Always felt the rain, yes I am depressed to worry Tuozhao, unrestrained flying. If flying between Pipa Qu sleeves, hit the autumn, bringing more trouble and that little episodes, staid state of mind. Spring flowers residual cardiac deficiencies go, how autumn over vagrant hearts? Desolate Baptist Yin foreign land passengers, pipa-hyun on the full luxuriant desolate.
秋天的黄昏,飘着片片枯叶。片片飘落的黄叶,总是让人感到伤感、忧郁。
秋风微微的扶过荡起我心中悠悠的层层往事!翻阅着、解读着。犹如一朵淡雅的百合花,散发着阵阵清香。我知道那是想你的感觉,想你的味道。相思千言语,未说泪成珠!秋天总是让人想起很多很多。自古逢秋悲寂廖,我言秋日胜春朝!突然忘记这是谁的诗句了。是啊,自古逢秋悲寂廖!我何尝不想有那种阔达的心怀——“我言秋日胜春朝。”或许我就是一个多愁善感的人吧!
手放在裤兜里,就这样悠闲地走着,思绪飞着。飞到云端,看风卷云舒,飞到海边,听浪起潮落。这千里的秋色万里的白云,尽收眼底。却载不动东流的是逝水!山高路遥,泪寻百花,天下尽秋,满眸苍凉。轻轻地我期盼,你却悄悄划落!静静地我等待,你却在枝头飘过!
你偷偷的降临,使枫叶更加地红了,也使它更加的萧瑟孤独了。丝丝凉凉,让娇美的桂花早些退下了秋的舞台。你的到来如一首幽美的古曲,飘在大地的心里,飘在了孤独者的心里,飘在了伊人的心里,飘在了爱情里,飘在了离别里,你飘在了一切的生命里!秋雨敲打着每家每户的窗棂,你叩开了每个人的心扉。赏人间曲,飘飘秋叶洒洒雨。
往事不可追,人生路天南地北?伊人泪!划破何语?秋思如雨绵绵涕。总感觉这雨,是驮着我郁郁的愁,潇洒飞扬。如飞天袖间的琵琶曲,袭着秋风,惹出那滴滴点点,静如止水的心境。春心未尽花残去,秋风怎过荡子心?悲凉浸洇他乡客,琵琶炫上满萋凄。
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秋天的落日
We had a remarkable sunset one day last November. I was walking in a meadow, the source of a small brook, when the sun at last, just before setting, after a cold gray day, reached a clear stratum in the horizon, and the softest, brightest morning sunlight fell on the dry grass and on the stems of the trees in the opposite horizon, and on the leaves of the shrub-oaks on the hill-side, while our shadows stretched long over the meadow eastward, as if we were the only motes in its beams. It was such a light as we could not have imagined a moment before, and the air also was so warm and serene that nothing wanted to make a paradise of that meadow.
The sun sets on some retired meadow, where no house is visible, with all the glory and splendor that it lavishes on cities, and, perchance, as it has never set before, --where there is but a solitary marsh-hawk to have his wings gilded by it, or only a masques lookout from his cabin, and there is some little black-veined brook in the midst of the marsh, just beginning to meander, winding slowly round a decaying stump. We walked in so pure and bright a light, gilding the withered grass and leaves, so softly and serenely bright, I thought I had never bathed in such a golden flood, without a ripple or a murmur to it.
最近十一月的一天,我们目睹了一个极其美丽的日落。方当我仍然漫步于一道小溪发源处的草地之上,那天际的的太阳,终于在一个凄苦的寒天之后,暮夕之前,涌出云层,骤放澄明。这时但见远方天幕下的衰草残茎;山边的木叶橡丛,登时沉浸在一片最柔美也最耀眼的曙光般的绮照之中,而我们自己的身影也长长伸向东边草地,仿佛是那缕斜辉中仅有的点点微尘。周围的风物是那么妍美,一晌之前还是难以想象,空气也是那么和暖纯净,一时这普通草原实在无异天上景象。
此刻那落日的余辉正以它全般的灿烂与辉煌,并不分城市还是乡村,甚至以往日也少见的艳丽,尽情斜映在一带境远地僻的草地之上;这里没有一间房舍——茫茫之中只瞥见一头孤零零的沼鹰,背羽上染尽了金黄,一只麝香鼠正探头穴外,另外在沼泽之间望见了一股水色黝黑的小溪,蜿蜒而前,绕行于一堆残株败根之旁。我们漫步于其中的光照,是这样的纯美与熠耀,满目衰草木叶,一片金黄,晃晃之中又是这般柔和恬静,没有一丝涟漪,一息咽呜。我想我从来不曾沐浴于这么幽美的金色光汛之中。
秋天的思绪
Autumn dusk, floating patches of dead leaves. Piece of the falling yellow leaves are always people feel sad and depressed.
Fu Guo Dang Qi autumn slightly leisurely in my mind the layers of memories! Looked forward to, read the. Like an elegant lilies, bursts of fragrance exudes. I know that you want to feel like your taste. Acacia 1000 speech, did not say tears into beads! Autumn is always reminiscent of the lot. Every autumn since ancient times, sad lonely and Liao, I made autumn Sheng-chun Chao! Who suddenly forget that this is a poem. Yes ah, every autumn since ancient times, sad lonely Liao! True that I do not want to have the kind of broad reach of the harbor - "I made the spring towards autumn wins." Maybe I am a sentimental person bar!
Hands on trouser pocket inside, it is so leisurely walk, thoughts fly with. Flew to the clouds, look at Kazamaki云舒, flew to the beach, listening to waves from ebb tide. This is thousands of miles of the Autumn clouds thousands of miles, panoramic view. Is Zaibu Dong Toryu is PASSING! Akin to finding away, the tears look for flowers, the world is to make autumn, full Hitomi bleak. I look forward to gently, but you draw down quietly! I waited quietly, but you drifting away in the tree branches!
You come secretly, so that even in red maple leaf, but also to make it more the storm alone. Cecil cool, so charming the sweet-scented osmanthus in autumn withdrew earlier stage. Your arrival like a beautiful a performance of the first, floating in the earth's heart, floating in a lonely heart, floating in the mind of the Iraqis, floating in the love inside, floating in a farewell, you floating in the lives of all ri! Choice banging every household of the window lattice, are you tapping into everyone's hearts. Reward human music, fluttering autumn leaf Sasa rain.
Past history behind, life is way far apart? Iraqi tears! He cut through language? Autumn Thoughts Amid the tears are like rain. Always felt the rain, yes I am depressed to worry Tuozhao, unrestrained flying. If flying between Pipa Qu sleeves, hit the autumn, bringing more trouble and that little episodes, staid state of mind. Spring flowers residual cardiac deficiencies go, how autumn over vagrant hearts? Desolate Baptist Yin foreign land passengers, pipa-hyun on the full luxuriant desolate.
秋天的黄昏,飘着片片枯叶。片片飘落的黄叶,总是让人感到伤感、忧郁。
秋风微微的扶过荡起我心中悠悠的层层往事!翻阅着、解读着。犹如一朵淡雅的百合花,散发着阵阵清香。我知道那是想你的感觉,想你的味道。相思千言语,未说泪成珠!秋天总是让人想起很多很多。自古逢秋悲寂廖,我言秋日胜春朝!突然忘记这是谁的诗句了。是啊,自古逢秋悲寂廖!我何尝不想有那种阔达的心怀——“我言秋日胜春朝。”或许我就是一个多愁善感的人吧!
手放在裤兜里,就这样悠闲地走着,思绪飞着。飞到云端,看风卷云舒,飞到海边,听浪起潮落。这千里的秋色万里的白云,尽收眼底。却载不动东流的是逝水!山高路遥,泪寻百花,天下尽秋,满眸苍凉。轻轻地我期盼,你却悄悄划落!静静地我等待,你却在枝头飘过!
你偷偷的降临,使枫叶更加地红了,也使它更加的萧瑟孤独了。丝丝凉凉,让娇美的桂花早些退下了秋的舞台。你的到来如一首幽美的古曲,飘在大地的心里,飘在了孤独者的心里,飘在了伊人的心里,飘在了爱情里,飘在了离别里,你飘在了一切的生命里!秋雨敲打着每家每户的窗棂,你叩开了每个人的心扉。赏人间曲,飘飘秋叶洒洒雨。
往事不可追,人生路天南地北?伊人泪!划破何语?秋思如雨绵绵涕。总感觉这雨,是驮着我郁郁的愁,潇洒飞扬。如飞天袖间的琵琶曲,袭着秋风,惹出那滴滴点点,静如止水的心境。春心未尽花残去,秋风怎过荡子心?悲凉浸洇他乡客,琵琶炫上满萋凄。
秋天的故事
It was the golden season. I could see the yellow leaves falling with the cool wind. For others, itis a harvest season, while for me, it is an annoying season. I was preparing for thePostgraduate Entrance Examination. But so many unhappy things made me so tired, so Idecided to have a walk along the Yanjiang Road in my university.
“Autumn is a lonely season and life is uninteresting. The days in this season always get medown”, I thought when the sound of a guitar flowed into my ears, like a stream flowing fromthe mountains. I was so surprised that I ran to see what it was. A young girl, sitting on thelawn, was lost in playing her guitar. She was a beautiful girl, especially when the wind blewher long hair. I had never seen her before. The music was so attractive that I listened quietly.
Lost in the music, I did not realize that I had been standing for so long. But my existencedid not seem to disturb her. Leaves were still falling. Every day when I passed by the lawn, Iwould see her playing her guitar. She was the only performer and I was the only audience.During the rest of the days in the season, life became interesting and I could review the coursescarefully. Though we did not know each other, I thought we were always good friends.
Autumn was nearly over. One day, when I was listening devotedly, the sound suddenlystopped. To my astonishment, the girl came over to me.
“You must like the music,” she said.
“Yes, you play very well. Why did you stop?” I asked.
Suddenly, a sad expression appeared on her face.
“I came here just to have a rest because I failed in the college entrance examination. I feltvery disappointed. And it was your listening every day that encouraged me,” she said, “and Ihave to go tomorrow.”
“In fact, it was your playing that gave me a meaningful autumn and helped me believe thatI have the ability to pass the Postgraduate Entrance Examination.” I answered, “I think it wasGod who gave us the chance to know each other and we should be good friends.”
She smiled and I smiled.
Since then, I have never seen her again. I no longer passed by that lawn. Only thick leaveswere left behind. But I will always remember the season and the girl. It was her appearancethat helped me passed the Postgraduate Entrance Examination, though she only appeared a fewdays in my life.
We may encounter many people in our lives. Some are like a shooting star, but give off somuch light that they guide you in the correct direction; some are like clothes to you, they arealways with you, but do not understand you. Just as a famous saying, many people step inyour life, but only true friends leave footprints.
I shall always recall the autumn, the girl and the sound of her guitar. I know she willalways be my best friend.
那是一个金色的季节。我看到金色的叶子随着凉爽的秋风飘落。对其他人来说,这是收获的季节。然而对于我,这却是一个烦恼的季节。那时我正在准备研究生入学考试。但那么多不愉快的事情让我感到非常疲惫,所以我决定顺着学校的沿江路散散心。
“秋天是一个寂寞的季节,生活索然无趣。秋天我总是感到沮丧,”我正边走边想,这时弹吉他的声音就像山中小溪的流水灌入我的耳朵,我感到非常惊奇于是跑去看个究竟。一个非常年轻的女孩坐在草地上,忘我地弹着吉他。她真漂亮,尤其是当她的长发随风轻舞时。以前我从没有见过她。音乐如此美妙,以致我静静地听了起来。
沉醉在音乐中,我没有意识到自己竟然站了那么久,但我的存在好像并没有打扰她,叶子仍在随风飘零。每天路过那片草地,我都会看到她在那儿弹吉他。她是惟一的表演者,而我是惟一的听众。于是这个季节接下来的日子里,生活变得趣味盎然,我也能专心复习功课了。尽管我们彼此不相识,我认为我们已经是好朋友了。
秋季快过去了。一天,正当我专心致志地陶醉在音乐声中时,音乐声嘎然而止。使我惊愕的是,这个女孩向我走过来了。
“你一定很喜欢音乐吧。”她说。
“是的。你弹得真好。怎么停了?”我问。
突然,她的脸上现出一抹悲伤的表情。
“我只是来这里休息一段时间,因为我高考失利了。我感到非常失望,是你每天都来听鼓励了我,”她说,“明天我就要走了。”
“实际上,是你的音乐让我觉得秋天富有意义,使我相信我有能力通过考研。”我说道,“我认为是上苍给了我们相识的机会,我们应该成为好朋友。”
她笑了,我也笑了。
从那以后,我再也没有见过她。我不再经过那片草地了。只留下了厚厚的叶子。但我会永远铭记这个季节,还有那个女孩。是她的出现助我通过了研究生入学考试,尽管她出现在我的生命中只有短短的几天。
在我们的生活中,也许会遇到很多人,有些人就像流星一样,却发出足够的光芒指引你走向正确的方向;有些人就像你的衣服,虽然整日跟你在一起,却还是不能理解你。就像一句明言所说,很多人走进你的生命,却只有真正的朋友才能留下脚印。
我会永远回想起那个季节,那个女孩以及她的吉他声。我知道,她会是我永远的好朋友。
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有感于青春常在
No young man believes he will ever die. It was a saying of my brother's, and a fine one.
There is a feeling of Eternity in youth, which makes us amend for everything. To be young is to be as one of the Immortal Gods. One half of time indeed is flown — the other half remains in store for us with all its countless treasures, for there is no line drawn, and we see no limit to our hopes and wishes. We make the coming age our own —
The vast, the unbounded prospect lies before us.
Death, old age, are words without a meaning that pass by us like the idea air which we regard not. Others may have undergone, or may still be liable to them — we “bear a charmed life”, which laughs to scorn all such sickly fancies. As in setting out on delightful journey, we strain our eager gaze forward —
Bidding the lovely scenes at distance hail!
And see no end to the landscape, new objects presenting themselves as we advance. So, in the commencement of life, we set no bounds to our inclinations, nor to the unrestricted opportunities of gratifying them. We have as yet found no obstacle, no disposition to flag; and it seems that we can go on so forever. We look round in a new world, full of life, and motion, and ceaseless progress; and feel in ourselves all the vigor and spirit to keep pace with it, and do not foresee from any present symptoms how we shall be left behind in the natural course of things, decline into old age, and drop into the grave. It is the simplicity, and as it were abstractedness of our feelings in youth, that (so to speak) identifies us with nature, and (our experience being slight and our passions strong) deludes us into a belief of being immortal like it. Our short-lives connexion with existence we fondly flatter ourselves is an indissoluble and lasting union — a honeymoon that knows neither coldness, jar, nor separation. As infants smile and sleep, we are rocked in the cradle of our wayward fancies, and lulled into security by the roar of the universe around us — we quaff the cup of life with eager haste without draining it, instead of which it only overflows the more — objects press around us, filling the mind with their magnitude and with the strong of desires that wait upon them, so that we have no room for the thoughts of death.
年轻人不相信自己会死。这是我哥哥的话,可算得一句妙语。青春有一种永生之感——它能弥补一切。人在青年时代好像一尊永生的神明。诚然,生命的一半已经消逝,但蕴藏着不尽财富的另一半还有所保留,我们对它也抱着无穷的希望和幻想。未来的时代完全属于我们——
无限辽阔的远景在我们面前展现。
死亡,老年,不过是空话,毫无意义;我们听了,只当耳边风,全不放在心上。这些事,别人也许经历过,或者可能要承受——但我们自己“冥冥中有神保佑”,对于诸如此类脆弱的念头,统统付之轻蔑的一笑。像是刚刚走上愉快的旅程,极目远眺——
向远方的美景欢呼!
——此时,但觉好风光应接不暇,而且,前程更有美不胜收的新鲜景致。在这生活的开端,我们听任自己的志趣驰骋,放手给它们一切满足的机会。到此为止,我们还没有碰上过什么障碍,也没有感觉到什么疲惫,因此觉得还可以一直这样向前走去,直到永远。我们看到四周一派新天地——生机盎然,变动不居,日新月异;我们觉得自己活力充盈,精神饱满,可与宇宙并驾齐驱。而且,眼前也无任何迹象可以证明,在大自然的发展过程中,我们自己也会落伍,衰老,进入坟墓。由于年轻人天真单纯,可以说是茫然无知,因而将自己跟大自然划上等号;并且,由于经验少而感情盛,误以为自己也能和大自然一样永世长存。我们一厢情愿,痴心妄想,竟把自己在世上的暂时栖身,当作千古不变、万事长存的结合,好像没有冷淡、争执、离别的蜜月。像婴儿带着微笑入睡,我们躺在用自己编织成的摇篮里,让大千世界的万籁之声催哄我们安然入梦;我们急切切、兴冲冲地畅饮生命之杯,怎么也不会饮干,反而好像永远是满满欲溢;森罗万象纷至沓来,各种欲望随之而生,使我们腾不出工夫想死亡。
青春物语
Man's youth is a wonderful thing: it is so full of anguish and of magic and he never comes to know it as it is, until it has gone from him forever. It is the thing he cannot bear to lose, it is the thing whose passing he watches with infinite sorrow and regret, it is the thing whose loss with a sad and secret joy, the thing he would never willingly relive again, could it be restored to him by any magic.
青春奇妙无穷,充满魅力,充满痛楚。青春年少的时候根本不知青春为何物,直到青春一去不复返了才对青春有了真正的认识。谁都想让青春永驻,不忍青春离去; 眼睁睁地看着青春流逝,心中会涌起无穷的忧伤和惋惜;青春的失去是人们永远感到悲哀的事;青春的失去是人们真正觉得悲喜交集的事;即便奇迹出现青春复苏, 谁都不会心甘情愿重度青春的岁月。
Why is this? The reason is that the strange and bitter miracle of life is nowhere else so evident as in our youth. And what is the essence of that strange and bitter miracle of life which we feel so poignant , so unutterable, with such a bitter pain and joy, when we are young? It is this: that being rich, we are so poor; that being mighty, we can yet have nothing; that seeing, breathig, smelling, tasting all around us the impossible wealth and glory of this earth, feeling with an intolerable certitude that the whole structure of the enchanted life – the most fortunate, wealthy, good, and happy life that any man has ever known – is ours – is ours at once, immediately and forever, the moment that we choose to take a step, or stretch a hand, or say a word- we yet know that we can really keep, hold, take, and possess forever- nothing. All passes; nothing lasts: the moment that we put our hand upon it , it melts away like smoke, is gone forever, and the snake is eating at our heart again; we see then what we are and what our lives must come to.
为什么如此?因为在青春时代,生活充满了奇特而辛酸的不可思议的事。我们在青春年少时带着悲喜交集的心情,十分强烈而不可名状地感受到人生的奇特辛酸、不 可思议的经历。其实质是什么呢?其实质是这样的:青春年少的时候,虽然殷实富足,却非常贫穷;虽然力气强大,却一无所有;世间的富贵荣华触目皆是,简直可 以呼吸到,闻到嗅到,还可以品尝到,心中的自信按捺不住,深切地感受到整个被陶醉了的生活----人类迄今为止所知道的最幸运、最富有的美好幸福的生活, 只要我们决定向前迈步,奋发努力,便立即归我们所有了,并将永远属于我们。然而,我们知道,我们真的永远不能抓到什么,永远不能获得什么,永远不能占有什 么。一切匆匆过去,荡然无存。我们一出手它就烟消云散,飘然而去,一去不复返了。于是,心中泛起阵阵隐痛,看到了自己真实的面孔,看到了自己未来生活的必 然走向。
A young man is so strong, so mad, so certain, and so lost. He has everything and he is able to use nothing. He hurls the great shoulder of his strength forever against phantasmalbarriers, he is a wave whose power explodes in lost mid – oceans under timeless skies, here-aches out to grip a fume of painted smoke, he wants all, feels the thirst and power foreverything, and finally gets nothing. In the end, he is destroyed by his own strength, devoured by his own hunger, impoverished by his own wealth. Thoughtless of money or the accumulation of material possessions, he is none the less defeated in the end by his own greed a greed that makes the avarice of King Midas seem paltry by comparison.
青年人非常坚强,狂热自信,但容易迷惘混沌,虽然机缘无数,却把握不住,虽然身强体壮,试图冲破重重虚幻的屏障,却如同一个波浪,最终还是无力地消失在旷 远浩淼的大海中央,他伸出手想要抓住斑斓的云烟,他想得到世间的万物,渴望主宰一切,最终却是一无所获。最后,他被自己的力量所毁灭,被自己的饥饿所吞 食,被自己的财富弄得贫穷潦倒。他对金钱或财富的积累不以为意漫不经心,然而最终还是被自己的贪欲所吞噬。
And that is the reason why, when youth is gone, every man will look back upon that period of his life with infinite sorrow and regret. It is the bitter sorrow and regret of a man who knows that once he had a great talent and wasted it , of a man who knows that once he had a great treasure and got nothing from it , of a man who knows that he had strength enough for everything and never used it.
青春消逝,蓦然回首,无论是谁,心中都会充满无尽的忧伤,充满无穷的懊悔。曾经才智卓越,却白白浪费了,曾经财富殷实,却一无所有,曾经本事高强,却从未利用。一个认识到自己失落青春的人回忆起来总是充满悲伤和懊悔。
Youth《青春》
Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.
青春不是年华,而是心境;青春不是桃面、丹唇、柔膝,而是深沉的意志,恢宏的想象,炙热的感情;青春是生命的深泉在涌流。
Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity, of the appetite for adventure over the love of ease. This often exists in a man of 60 more than a boy of 20. Nobody grows old merely by a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals.
青春气贯长虹,勇锐盖过怯弱,进取压倒苟安。如此锐气,二十后生而有之,六旬男子则更多见。年岁有加,并非垂老,理想丢弃,方堕暮年。
Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spring back to dust.
岁月悠悠,衰微只及肌肤;热忱抛却,颓废必致灵魂。忧烦,惶恐,丧失自信,定使心灵扭曲,意气如灰。
Whether 60 or 16, there is in every human being's heart the lure of wonder, the unfailing childlike appetite of what's next and the joy of the game of living. In the center of your heart and my heart there is a wireless station: so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, courage and power from men and from the Infinite, so long are you young.
无论年届花甲,抑或二八芳龄,心中皆有生命之欢乐,奇迹之诱惑,孩童般天真久盛不衰。人人心中皆有一台天线,只要你从天上人间接受美好、希望、欢乐、勇气和力量的信号,你就青春永驻,风华常存。
When the aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you are grown old, even at 20, but as long as your aerials are up, to catch waves of optimism, there is hope you may die young at 80.#p#分页标题#e#
一旦天线下降,锐气便被冰雪覆盖,玩世不恭、自暴自弃油然而生,即使年方二十,实已垂垂老矣;然则只要树起天线,捕捉乐观信号,你就有望在八十高龄告别尘寰时仍觉年轻。
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Youth《青春》
Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.
青春不是年华,而是心境;青春不是桃面、丹唇、柔膝,而是深沉的意志,恢宏的想象,炙热的感情;青春是生命的深泉在涌流。
Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity, of the appetite for adventure over the love of ease. This often exists in a man of 60 more than a boy of 20. Nobody grows old merely by a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals.
青春气贯长虹,勇锐盖过怯弱,进取压倒苟安。如此锐气,二十后生而有之,六旬男子则更多见。年岁有加,并非垂老,理想丢弃,方堕暮年。
Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spring back to dust.
岁月悠悠,衰微只及肌肤;热忱抛却,颓废必致灵魂。忧烦,惶恐,丧失自信,定使心灵扭曲,意气如灰。
Whether 60 or 16, there is in every human being's heart the lure of wonder, the unfailing childlike appetite of what's next and the joy of the game of living. In the center of your heart and my heart there is a wireless station: so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, courage and power from men and from the Infinite, so long are you young.
无论年届花甲,抑或二八芳龄,心中皆有生命之欢乐,奇迹之诱惑,孩童般天真久盛不衰。人人心中皆有一台天线,只要你从天上人间接受美好、希望、欢乐、勇气和力量的信号,你就青春永驻,风华常存。
When the aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you are grown old, even at 20, but as long as your aerials are up, to catch waves of optimism, there is hope you may die young at 80.
一旦天线下降,锐气便被冰雪覆盖,玩世不恭、自暴自弃油然而生,即使年方二十,实已垂垂老矣;然则只要树起天线,捕捉乐观信号,你就有望在八十高龄告别尘寰时仍觉年轻。
有感于青春常在
No young man believes he will ever die. It was a saying of my brother's, and a fine one.
There is a feeling of Eternity in youth, which makes us amend for everything. To be young is to be as one of the Immortal Gods. One half of time indeed is flown — the other half remains in store for us with all its countless treasures, for there is no line drawn, and we see no limit to our hopes and wishes. We make the coming age our own —
The vast, the unbounded prospect lies before us.
Death, old age, are words without a meaning that pass by us like the idea air which we regard not. Others may have undergone, or may still be liable to them — we “bear a charmed life”, which laughs to scorn all such sickly fancies. As in setting out on delightful journey, we strain our eager gaze forward —
Bidding the lovely scenes at distance hail!
And see no end to the landscape, new objects presenting themselves as we advance. So, in the commencement of life, we set no bounds to our inclinations, nor to the unrestricted opportunities of gratifying them. We have as yet found no obstacle, no disposition to flag; and it seems that we can go on so forever. We look round in a new world, full of life, and motion, and ceaseless progress; and feel in ourselves all the vigor and spirit to keep pace with it, and do not foresee from any present symptoms how we shall be left behind in the natural course of things, decline into old age, and drop into the grave. It is the simplicity, and as it were abstractedness of our feelings in youth, that (so to speak) identifies us with nature, and (our experience being slight and our passions strong) deludes us into a belief of being immortal like it. Our short-lives connexion with existence we fondly flatter ourselves is an indissoluble and lasting union — a honeymoon that knows neither coldness, jar, nor separation. As infants smile and sleep, we are rocked in the cradle of our wayward fancies, and lulled into security by the roar of the universe around us — we quaff the cup of life with eager haste without draining it, instead of which it only overflows the more — objects press around us, filling the mind with their magnitude and with the strong of desires that wait upon them, so that we have no room for the thoughts of death.
年轻人不相信自己会死。这是我哥哥的话,可算得一句妙语。青春有一种永生之感——它能弥补一切。人在青年时代好像一尊永生的神明。诚然,生命的一半已经消逝,但蕴藏着不尽财富的另一半还有所保留,我们对它也抱着无穷的希望和幻想。未来的时代完全属于我们——
无限辽阔的远景在我们面前展现。
死亡,老年,不过是空话,毫无意义;我们听了,只当耳边风,全不放在心上。这些事,别人也许经历过,或者可能要承受——但我们自己“冥冥中有神保佑”,对于诸如此类脆弱的念头,统统付之轻蔑的一笑。像是刚刚走上愉快的旅程,极目远眺——
向远方的美景欢呼!
——此时,但觉好风光应接不暇,而且,前程更有美不胜收的新鲜景致。在这生活的开端,我们听任自己的志趣驰骋,放手给它们一切满足的机会。到此为止,我们还没有碰上过什么障碍,也没有感觉到什么疲惫,因此觉得还可以一直这样向前走去,直到永远。我们看到四周一派新天地——生机盎然,变动不居,日新月异;我们觉得自己活力充盈,精神饱满,可与宇宙并驾齐驱。而且,眼前也无任何迹象可以证明,在大自然的发展过程中,我们自己也会落伍,衰老,进入坟墓。由于年轻人天真单纯,可以说是茫然无知,因而将自己跟大自然划上等号;并且,由于经验少而感情盛,误以为自己也能和大自然一样永世长存。我们一厢情愿,痴心妄想,竟把自己在世上的暂时栖身,当作千古不变、万事长存的结合,好像没有冷淡、争执、离别的蜜月。像婴儿带着微笑入睡,我们躺在用自己编织成的摇篮里,让大千世界的万籁之声催哄我们安然入梦;我们急切切、兴冲冲地畅饮生命之杯,怎么也不会饮干,反而好像永远是满满欲溢;森罗万象纷至沓来,各种欲望随之而生,使我们腾不出工夫想死亡。
青春物语
Man's youth is a wonderful thing: it is so full of anguish and of magic and he never comes to know it as it is, until it has gone from him forever. It is the thing he cannot bear to lose, it is the thing whose passing he watches with infinite sorrow and regret, it is the thing whose loss with a sad and secret joy, the thing he would never willingly relive again, could it be restored to him by any magic.
青春奇妙无穷,充满魅力,充满痛楚。青春年少的时候根本不知青春为何物,直到青春一去不复返了才对青春有了真正的认识。谁都想让青春永驻,不忍青春离去; 眼睁睁地看着青春流逝,心中会涌起无穷的忧伤和惋惜;青春的失去是人们永远感到悲哀的事;青春的失去是人们真正觉得悲喜交集的事;即便奇迹出现青春复苏, 谁都不会心甘情愿重度青春的岁月。
Why is this? The reason is that the strange and bitter miracle of life is nowhere else so evident as in our youth. And what is the essence of that strange and bitter miracle of life which we feel so poignant , so unutterable, with such a bitter pain and joy, when we are young? It is this: that being rich, we are so poor; that being mighty, we can yet have nothing; that seeing, breathig, smelling, tasting all around us the impossible wealth and glory of this earth, feeling with an intolerable certitude that the whole structure of the enchanted life – the most fortunate, wealthy, good, and happy life that any man has ever known – is ours – is ours at once, immediately and forever, the moment that we choose to take a step, or stretch a hand, or say a word- we yet know that we can really keep, hold, take, and possess forever- nothing. All passes; nothing lasts: the moment that we put our hand upon it , it melts away like smoke, is gone forever, and the snake is eating at our heart again; we see then what we are and what our lives must come to.
为什么如此?因为在青春时代,生活充满了奇特而辛酸的不可思议的事。我们在青春年少时带着悲喜交集的心情,十分强烈而不可名状地感受到人生的奇特辛酸、不 可思议的经历。其实质是什么呢?其实质是这样的:青春年少的时候,虽然殷实富足,却非常贫穷;虽然力气强大,却一无所有;世间的富贵荣华触目皆是,简直可 以呼吸到,闻到嗅到,还可以品尝到,心中的自信按捺不住,深切地感受到整个被陶醉了的生活----人类迄今为止所知道的最幸运、最富有的美好幸福的生活, 只要我们决定向前迈步,奋发努力,便立即归我们所有了,并将永远属于我们。然而,我们知道,我们真的永远不能抓到什么,永远不能获得什么,永远不能占有什 么。一切匆匆过去,荡然无存。我们一出手它就烟消云散,飘然而去,一去不复返了。于是,心中泛起阵阵隐痛,看到了自己真实的面孔,看到了自己未来生活的必 然走向。
A young man is so strong, so mad, so certain, and so lost. He has everything and he is able to use nothing. He hurls the great shoulder of his strength forever against phantasmalbarriers, he is a wave whose power explodes in lost mid – oceans under timeless skies, here-aches out to grip a fume of painted smoke, he wants all, feels the thirst and power foreverything, and finally gets nothing. In the end, he is destroyed by his own strength, devoured by his own hunger, impoverished by his own wealth. Thoughtless of money or the accumulation of material possessions, he is none the less defeated in the end by his own greed a greed that makes the avarice of King Midas seem paltry by comparison.
青年人非常坚强,狂热自信,但容易迷惘混沌,虽然机缘无数,却把握不住,虽然身强体壮,试图冲破重重虚幻的屏障,却如同一个波浪,最终还是无力地消失在旷 远浩淼的大海中央,他伸出手想要抓住斑斓的云烟,他想得到世间的万物,渴望主宰一切,最终却是一无所获。最后,他被自己的力量所毁灭,被自己的饥饿所吞 食,被自己的财富弄得贫穷潦倒。他对金钱或财富的积累不以为意漫不经心,然而最终还是被自己的贪欲所吞噬。
And that is the reason why, when youth is gone, every man will look back upon that period of his life with infinite sorrow and regret. It is the bitter sorrow and regret of a man who knows that once he had a great talent and wasted it , of a man who knows that once he had a great treasure and got nothing from it , of a man who knows that he had strength enough for everything and never used it.
青春消逝,蓦然回首,无论是谁,心中都会充满无尽的忧伤,充满无穷的懊悔。曾经才智卓越,却白白浪费了,曾经财富殷实,却一无所有,曾经本事高强,却从未利用。一个认识到自己失落青春的人回忆起来总是充满悲伤和懊悔。
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母爱一切尽在不言中
母爱如水,一直默默的,默默的为你做着一切,却从来不说什么,有一种爱无需直接表达,而是在她的默默付出中体味无言
When I read a book from my mother’s shelves, it’s not unusual to come across a gap in the text. A paragraph, or maybe just a sentence, has been sliced out, leaving a window in its place, with words from the next page peeping through. The chopped up page looks like a nearly complete jigsaw puzzle waiting for its missing piece. But the piece isn’t lost, and I always know where to find it. Dozens of quotations, clipped from newspapers, magazines—and books—plaster one wall of my mother’s kitchen. What means the most to my mother in her books she excises and displays.
I’ve never told her, but those literary amputations appall me. I know Ann Patchett and Dorothy Sayers, and Somerset Maugham would fume alongside me, their careful prose severed from its rightful place. She picks extracts that startle me, too: “Put your worst foot forward, because then if people can still stand you, you can be yourself.” Sometimes I stand reading the wall of quotations, holding a scissors-victim novel in my hand, puzzling over what draws my mother to these particular words.
My own quotation collection is more hidden and delicate. I copy favorite lines into a spiral-bound journal-a Christmas present from my mother, actually—in soft, gray No. 2 pencil. This means my books remain whole. The labor required makes selection a cutthroat process: Do I really love these two pages of On Chesil Beach enough to transcribe them, word by finger-cramping word? (The answer was yes, the pages were that exquisite.)
My mother doesn’t know any of this. She doesn’t know I prefer copying out to cutting out. I’ve never told her that I compile quotations at all.
There’s nothing very shocking about that; for all our chatting, we don’t have the words to begin certain conversations. My mother and I talk on the phone at least once a week, and in some ways, we are each other’s most dedicated listener. She tells me about teaching English to the leathery Russian ladies at the library where she volunteers; I tell her about job applications, cover letters, and a grant I’d like to win. We talk about my siblings, her siblings, the president, and Philip Seymour Hoffman movies. We make each other laugh so hard that I choke and she cries. But what we don’t say could fill up rooms. Fights with my father. Small failures in school. Anything, really, that pierces us.
I like to say that my mother has never told me “I love you.” There’s something reassuring in its self-pitying simplicity—as if the three-word absence explains who I am and wins me sympathy-so I carry it with me, like a label on my back. I synthesize our cumbersome relationship with an easy shorthand: my mother never said “I love you”. The last time my mother almost spoke the words was two years ago, when she called to tell me that a friend had been hospitalized.
I said, “I love you, Mom.” She said, “Thank you.” I haven’t said it since, but I’ve thought about it, and I’ve wondered why my mother doesn’t. A couple of years ago, I found a poem by Robert Hershon called “Sentimental Moment or Why Did the Baguette Cross the Road?” that supplied words for the blank spaces I try to understand in our conversations: Don’t fill up on bread/I say absent-mindedly/The servings here are huge/My son, whose hair may be/receding a bit, says/Did you really just/say that to me?/What he doesn’t know/is that when we’re walking/together, when we get/to the curb/I sometimes start to reach/for his hand.
It’s a humble poem, small in scope, not the stuff of epic heartbreak, yet poignant. After copying it down in my quotation journal, my wrist smudging the pencil into a gray haze as I wrote, I opened an e-mail I had begun to my mother, and added a postscript: “This poem made me think of you,” with the 13 lines cut and pasted below. My mother doesn’t read poetry—or at least, she doesn’t tell me that she reads poetry-and I felt nervous clicking, “Send” .
当我翻看妈妈书架上的书时,常常会发现其中的文字缺了一部分。其中的一个段落,或可能只是一个句子,被剪了下来,在原来的位置上留下了一扇窗户,让后一页上的文字探头探脑地露了出来。被挖掉一块的那一页看上去就像是一幅几乎就要完成的拼图作品,等待着缺失的那一块拼图。但那一块拼图并没有丢,而且我总是知道在哪儿能找到它。在我妈妈的厨房里,从报纸上、杂志上——还有书上——剪下的纸片贴满了一面墙。在她的书里,那些她最喜欢的句子和段落都被她剪了下来,贴在墙上。
我从未当面和她说过,但她对文学作品的这种“截肢手术”的确让我感到震惊。我知道,安?6?1帕契特、多萝西?6?1塞耶斯和萨默塞特?6?1毛姆也在我身旁气得冒烟呢,怎么能把这些他们呕心沥血写出来的文字就这样从它们原来的位置上“截肢”了呢!她挑出来的那些段落也着实吓了我一跳,比如:“以你最糟糕的一面示人,因为如果那样人们也能容忍你的话,你就能做真正的自己了。”有时候,我会站在那儿读墙上那些书摘,手里拿着一本备受剪刀“迫害”的小说,心里充满困惑,不知道到底是什么驱使妈妈剪下了这样一些稀奇古怪的句子。
我也摘录和收藏文字,不过我的收藏更为隐秘和精致。我会用灰色的二号软芯铅笔把我最喜欢的句子摘抄到一个活页日记本里——事实上,这还是我妈妈送我的一份圣诞礼物呢。也就是说,我的书都是完整的。但因为摘抄需要工夫,因此选择哪些文字摘抄就成了一个痛苦的过程:我是不是真的喜欢《在切瑟尔海滩上》里的这两页文字?喜欢到我愿意一个字一个字地把它们抄下来,直抄到手指头都抽筋?(答案为“是”,因为这两页文字写得实在太美了。)
我妈妈一点也不知道这件事。她不知道与剪贴相比,我更喜欢抄录。我压根就没告诉过她我也收集自己喜欢的文字。
其实这一点没什么值得大惊小怪的;尽管我们总是聊天,但对于某些特定的话题,我们总是不知道该怎么开口。妈妈和我一个星期至少会通一次电话,从某些方面来说,我们是对方最专心的听众。她会告诉我她在图书馆做志愿者教那些强悍的俄罗斯妇女英语时发生的事;而我会和她谈谈我找工作的事、我的求职信,还有我想要争取的补助什么的。我们会聊我的兄弟姐妹、她的兄弟姐妹、总统,还有菲利普?6?1塞默?6?1霍夫曼的电影。我们常常逗得对方大笑,笑得我喘不过气来,笑得她眼泪都流出来了。但我们不聊的东西也很多,多得几个房间都装不下。譬如她和我爸吵架了,又譬如我在学校遇到一些小挫折了。事实上,所有让我们伤心的事,我们都避而不谈。
我常常说,妈妈从来没和我说过“我爱你”。这句有点自怜的简单话语听起来颇有些自我安慰的味道——仿佛这三个字的缺失就为我为什么成为现在的我提供了借口,还为我赢得了同情——于是,我总是把这句话挂在嘴边,就像把它贴在背上当标签一样。对于我和妈妈之间的这种微妙关系,我总是简单地用一句“谁让她从来不说‘我爱你’”来总结。上一次妈妈差点说出这几个字是在两年前,当时她给我打电话,告诉我她有个朋友住院了。
我对她说:“我爱你,妈妈。” 而她说:“谢谢。” 这件事后来我再没提过,但却始终在我的脑海里盘旋不去,我一直想知道为什么我妈妈从来不说这几个字。几年前,我读到罗伯特?6?1赫尔希写的一首诗,诗名叫《感伤的时刻或面包为什么要过马路?》,这首诗填补了我和妈妈的对话中许多我不能理解的空白: 别用面包把肚子塞满了/我心不在焉地说/这儿的菜量大得很/我的儿子,我那发线已开始/后退少许的儿子,对我说/你怎么会/跟我说这样的话?/他不知道的是/当我们一起散步时,/当我们/走到马路边时, /我有时会不自觉地伸出手/想要去牵他的手。
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True love is magical. True love is mystical?Right? Well, kind of. But it’s more than that, as anyone in a relationship can tell you. Read on to find ten things you need to know about true love.
1. True love is not demanding
真爱不是索取
Your partner should never ask you to change if you’re truly loved. And if you truly love your partner, you shouldn’t expect him to change. You got into a relationship because you liked each other, and you grew to love each other as you are. Why would you need to change someone you love so deeply? Accept them as they are, and you’ll get that consideration in return.
如果真的爱你,他绝对不会要求你去改变。如果你真的爱他,也不应该希望他去改变。你们能在一起是因为互相喜欢,正因为你是你,双方才会爱上。为什么要改变你深爱的人呢?接受他们,同样的,他们也不会再去要求你改变。
2. True love allows you to be yourself
真爱就是做你自己
Being yourself in front of your partner can seem scary at first. Waking up without any makeup on, and your hair a mess? What about him seeing you when you’re sick?runny nose, bloodshot eyes and all. It’s something you want to avoid as long as you can. But you shouldn’t feel that way. When you’re in love, even the worst illness is a beautiful experience because it’s worth it. Your partner helping you through a messy episode or kissing you with morning breath is a major step towards your future, and it shows how much he truly loves you
刚开始在另一半面前做自己好像有点恐怖。头发乱糟糟没有化妆就起床?他要是看到你感冒的红鼻子,充满血丝的眼睛会有何感想?这些都是你想尽可能避免的情况。但其实不能那样想。在一起时,即使生病也是美好的体验,绝对值得。他帮你度过乱糟糟的清晨,或是牙也不刷就吻你,本身就是好的预兆,也能表现出他到底有多爱你。
3. Self love is the best way to find true love
想爱人,先爱自己
It sounds like a cliche, something your mom and girlfriends told you every time you were crying over a broken heart, but it’s true?you must love yourself before you can love anyone else. Be comfortable with yourself, even when you’re having a bad day. Know who you really are, deep down inside, and know what you want to do with your life. Being in love with yourself and having your life on track are not only incredibly self-satisfying, they’re really attractive qualities to a partner.
这听起来有点老生常谈,每次分手妈妈或闺蜜们都会这么告诉你,但这的确是真的-你必须先爱别人才能知道爱自己。让自己快乐开心,哪怕今天过得很遭。知道自己的真实面目,发掘内心,看看你到底想干些什么。爱上自己,快乐的生活,这不仅会让你十分幸福,还能真的吸引到另一半的关注哦。
4. True love is not about finding yourself in another
真爱不是迷失自己
Don’t fall in love, or think you’re in love, just because you want to find yourself. Your identity is not to be someone’s other half?it’s to be yourself! Don’t get so swept up in your partner that you become them. You don’t need to be the number one fan of their favorite band or read all the books they read. Keep your interests and hobbies and you’ll be more interesting to, and interested in, your partner.
不要因为想找另一个自己就陷入,或认为自己陷入爱河。你不是要做别人的另一半--而是要做你自己。不要一味迎合另一半把自己变得像他们那般。你不要是他们最爱乐队的头号粉丝,也不需要去读他们读过的所有书籍。保持自己的兴趣爱好,你会对另一半更有兴趣,自身也会更有吸引力。
5. True love comes naturally
真爱都是自然而然来的
Do you have doubts about your partner? Are you not sure they’re right for you? If you’re asking yourself too many questions about your partner, your relationship, and your future together, then you’re probably not in love. When you’re truly in love, you don’t question anything. It feels natural to be with your partner, and you know you can work through anything to achieve that future you’re dreaming of.
你对另一半有疑问么?是不是不确定到底他们是不是那个对的人?如果你总是对另一半,这段关系或者你们的未来有这些疑问,那么有可能你不爱他。真正爱的时候,你不会怀疑任何事情。好像跟他在一起是如此自然,你知道和他在一起能迎来一直梦想的那个未来。
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Unconsciously, floating in the air and to the spring, green in the hills gradually rekindled the fiery Spring, Alexa wearing heavy winter cold. Gentle wind holding moist aromatic, and the wind blowing gently, it was the spring of melody.
What is the spring is the bright spring breeze, soft cool and bright, in the quiet forest mapping, lingering melody Gone with the Wind Pro descended, accompanied by songs in the hope that the sun rising. Spring is the Wind light rain, mist cage scent waterside living shadow of life in this hazy atmosphere born breeds.
Green, green everywhere. Green grass, green trees, green forest, green world. Look! Shine in the sun under the trees, just like picture on the green stream For Lin.
Look! Green hillside full of flowers of different colors of like to hill covered with a piece of carpet color is still a small butterflies and flowers play it! Distribute these spend out The fragrance, which lead to a naive young girl, her clothes with a very coordinated, small-cap blue-yellow skirt Red Shoes, at first glance to, just like spring in the Little Angels. Empoasca may also reveal the flow of rain pearls , has just been like a spring rain. a drop of water around a big girl, Gone with the Wind Gone with the Wind ah ah, blown by a beautiful scenery and beautiful place. here out of the new leaves of the trees also grow the green of leaves, tall and straight Several big leaves of the trees above the branches have been . a spring breeze blowing, shaking with its pattern of braided green, singing the melody of spring.
Spring girl wearing a green dress, quietly in the land of green. The spring of melody in the spring at the foot of the girl rang. Chun simple and natural in her life, to arouse the awe-inspiring human life heroic, so full of hope to life . forget when experiencing setbacks like tearing pain, forget the loneliness, the falling ice bleak penetrate to the bone-like. so that the lives of music, the melody never spring: flower flowers all over the sky to fly, the young die hard youth without any regrets , come spring to spring, the same young hearts.
不知不觉,春飘然而至,在渐渐泛绿的山丘上燃起了如火的春色,灼穿了冬日的沉沉寒意.轻柔的风夹着湿润的芳香,轻轻拂过,那是春的旋律.
春是什么春是那明月清风,柔媚清朗,在苔痕映照的静寂林间,清冽缠绵的旋律翩然飘临,希望伴着歌声在阳光中冉冉升起.春是那淡雨疏风,薄雾浓云,笼住水边清香的荫影,生命在这朦胧凄迷的氛围中孕育而生.
绿,到处是一片绿.绿的草,绿的树,绿的林,绿的世界.看!在阳光照耀下的树林,就像画卷上翠绿欲流的林海.
快看!绿色的山坡上开满了含苞欲放的各色小花,像给山冈铺上了一块彩色的绒毯······一只小蝴蝶还在和花儿嬉戏呢!这些花散发出来的芬芳,引来了一个天真的小姑娘,她衣服搭配的很协调,黄裙蓝帽小红鞋,乍一看去,就像春天里的小天使.绿叶还流着露似珍珠的雨滴,像是刚下过一场春雨.一滴大水珠包住了小姑娘,飘啊飘啊,飘到了一处风景秀丽,环境幽雅的地方.这里的树木抽出了新芽,也长出了嫩绿的叶子,几株高大挺拔的桑树上面的桑叶已经缀满枝头.一阵春风吹来,柳叶晃动着它那嫩绿的辫子,歌唱着春天的旋律.
春姑娘穿着绿色的衣裙,悄悄地走在绿色的大地上.春的旋律在春姑娘的脚下响了起来.春以她纯朴和自然的气息,唤起人类生命中的凛然豪气,让生命充满希望.忘却在经受挫折时撕裂般的痛楚,忘却在孤独时,寒星跌落冰河般的彻骨凄凉.让生活的乐谱,永远奏着春的旋律:漫天的花谢花飞,难改青春的年少无悔,岁月的春去春来,不变的是年轻的心.
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Recovery of all things spring, spring rain Sasa it like a fluttering gently footsteps of the painter, a Buliu Shen it has to every corner of the earth printed on a color.
春天万物复苏,春雨飘飘洒洒它像一个脚步轻轻的画家,一不留神它已经把大地每一个角落都印上了色彩.
Field, flower garden, the forest have a girl left behind traces of the spring, she decorated in earth Huanran, a new, beautiful and peaceful
田野上,花圃上,森林里都有着春姑娘留下足迹,她把大地装饰得涣然一新,美丽,祥和
Lovely girl-chun, strode the world came to light steps, and that picture will be a very lively scene in all directions then came, the whole world like a long sleep just wakened up.
可爱的春姑娘,迈着轻盈的步子来到人间,那一片生机的景象便随之来到四面八方,整个世界像刚从一个漫长的睡梦中苏醒过来。
fields confusing wheat green, I looked boundless, as if the green wave. That golden wild flowers, in the Green Wave in flash.
田野上,麦苗返青,一望无边,仿佛绿色的波浪。那金黄色的野菜花,在绿波中闪光。
Spring makes everything young again except man.
春天使万物重返青春,除了人之外。
A single flower does not make a spring.
一花独放不是春,百花齐放春满园。
Spring returns to the earth. (或:Spring is here again.)
大地回春。
Spring makes everything young again except man.
春天使万物重返青春,除了人之外。
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以下是小编整理的情感类英语美文欣赏:女人的眼泪, 希望对你有所感触。
“ Why are you crying?” he asked his Mom.
“ Because I'm a woman.” she told him.
“ I don't understand,” he said.
His Mom just hugged him and said,
“ And you never will” ...
Later the little boy asked his father,
“ Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?”
“ All women cry for no reason”
was all his Dad could say...
The little boy grew up and became a man,
still wondering why women cry...
Finally he put in a call to God;
when God got on the phone, the man said,
“ God, why do women cry so easily?”
God said... “ When I made woman
she had to be special. I made her shoulders
strong enough to carry the weight of the world;
yet gentle enough to give comfort...
I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth
and the rejection that many times comes
from her children...
I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going
when everyone else gives up
and take care of her family
through fatigue and sickness
without complaining...
I gave her the sensitivity to love her children
under any and all circumstances,
even when her child has hurt them very badly....
I gave her strength to carry her husband
through his faults
and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.
I gave her wisdom to know that
a good husband never hurts his wife,
but sometimes tests her strengths
and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.
I gave her a tear to shed,
It's hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed.
It's her only weakness...
It's a tear for mankind...”
[中文]
“你为什么哭呀?”他问他的妈妈。
“因为我是个女人”她告诉他。
“我不明白,”他说。
他的妈妈只是搂紧了他说,“你永远也不会”……
后来这个小孩问他的父亲,“为什么母亲无缘无故地哭?”“所有女人都会无缘无故地哭”他的父亲只能这样说……
小男孩长成了大男人,依然没有弄明白女人为什么哭……
最后他给上帝拨了个电话。
当上帝接到电话时,这位长大成人的男子问,“上帝,为什么女人那么容易哭?”上帝说……“当我创造女人时她必须是特殊的。我让她的肩膀坚强得足以承担这个世界的重量;但又足够温柔地给人慰藉……
我给她内在的力量以承受分娩的剧痛,去忍受孩子们一次又一次的厌弃……
我给她坚韧使她在人人都放弃时能独自坚持下去不顾自身的疲惫和病痛毫无怨言地照料家人……
我给她敏感的心,去毫无条件毫无保留地爱她的儿女,即使他们深深伤害过她……
我给她力量让她帮助丈夫克服他的过失,我用他的一根肋骨造出了她来保护他的心。
我给她智慧让她明白,好丈夫永不伤害妻子,但有时会考验她的力量考验她坚决站在他身旁的决心。
我给她眼泪,这眼泪只属于她,需要时便会流下,这是她惟一的弱点……
这是为人类而流下的泪水……”
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女人的漂亮必须从她的眼睛中去看,因为那是她心灵的窗户和爱居住的地方。下面是读文网小编为大家带来经典散文阅读:女人为什么流眼泪,希望大家喜欢!
A little boy asked his mother "why are you crying?"
一个男孩问他的妈妈:“ 你为甚么要哭呢?”
"Because i'm a woman," she told him.
妈妈说:“因为我是女人啊。”
"I don't understand," he said.
男孩说:“我不懂。”
His mum just hugged him and said, "and you never will."
他妈妈抱起他说:“你永远不会懂的。”
Later the little boy asked his father, "why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"
后来小男孩就问他爸爸:“妈妈为甚么毫无理由的哭呢?”
"All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.
所有女人都这样,”他爸爸回答。
The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.
小男孩长成了一个男人,但仍就不懂女人为甚么哭泣。
Finally he put in a call to God; and when God got on the phone, he asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?"
最後,他打电话给上帝;当上帝拿起电话时,他问道:“上帝,女人为什么那么容易哭泣呢?”
God said: "when i made the woman she had to be special. i made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world; yet, gentle enough to give comfort."
上帝回答说:“当我创造女人时,让她很特别。我使她的肩膀能挑起整个世界的重担,并且又柔情似水。
"I gave her an inner strength to endure child birth and the rejection that many times comes from her children."
“我让她的内心很坚强,能够承受分娩的痛苦和忍受自己孩子多次的拒绝。”
I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.
“我赋予她耐心使她在别人放弃的时候继续坚持,并且无怨无悔的照顾自己的家人渡过疾病和疲劳。”
"I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly."
我赋予她在任何情况下都会爱孩子的感情,即使她的孩子伤害了她。
"I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart."
我赋予她包容她丈夫过错的坚强和用他的勒骨塑成她来保护他的心。
"I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.”
我赋予她智慧让她知道一个好丈夫是绝不会伤害他的妻子的,但有时我也会考验她支持自己丈夫的决心和坚强。
"And finally, i gave her a tear to shed. this is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed."
最後,我让她可以流泪,只要她愿意.这是她所独有的。
"You see: the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair."
你看,女人的漂亮不是因为她穿的衣服,她保持的体型或者她梳头的方式。
"The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart the place where love resides.”
女人的漂亮必须从她的眼睛中去看,因为那是她心灵的窗户和爱居住的地方。
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在散文的短小篇幅中,虽然没有像小说一样复杂的故事情节和细致的人物刻画,也没有像戏剧一样大起大落的矛盾冲突,但散文凭借精巧的谋篇布局,巧妙的措辞选景,来渲染气氛,创造意境,从而体现出它独特的风格。下面读文网小编为大家带来有关春天的英语散文:春天的承诺,欢迎大家阅读!
Early in the spring, about a month before my grandpa's stroke, I began walking for an hour every afternoon. Some days I would walk four blocks south to see Grandma and Grandpa. At eighty-six, Grandpa was still quite a gardener, so I always watched for his earliest blooms and each new wave of spring flowers.
I was especially interested in flowers that year because I was planning to landscape my own yard and I was eager to get Grandpa's advice. I thought I knew pretty much what I wanted — a yard full of bushes and plants that would bloom from May till November.
It was right after the first rush of purple violets in the lawns and the sudden blaze of forsythia that spring that Grandpa had a stroke. It left him without speech and with no movement on his left side. The whole family rallied to Grandpa. We all spent many hours by his side. Some days his eyes were eloquent — laughing at our reported mishaps, listening alertly, revealing painful awareness of his inability to care for himself. There were days, too, when he slept most of the time, overcome with the weight of his approaching death.
As the months passed, I watched the growing earth with Grandpa's eyes. Each time I was with him, I gave him a garden report. He listened, gripping my hand with the sure strength and calm he had always had. But he could not answer my questions. The new flowers would blaze, peak, fade, and die before I knew their names.
Grandpa's illness held him through the spring and on, week by week, through summer. I began spending hours at the local nursery, studying and choosing seeds and plants. It gave me special joy to buy plants I had seen in Grandpa's garden and give them humble starts in my own garden. I discovered Sweet William, which I had admired for years in Grandpa's garden without knowing its name. And I planted it in his honor.
As I waited and watched in the garden and by Grandpa's side, some quiet truths emerged. I realized that Grandpa loved flowers that were always bloom; he kept a full bed of roses in his garden. But I noticed that Grandpa left plenty of room for the brief highlights. Not every nook of his garden was constantly in bloom. There was always a treasured surprise tucked somewhere.
I came to see, too, that Grandpa's garden mirrored his life. He was a hard worker who understood the law of the harvest. But along with his hard work, Grandpa knew how to enjoy each season, each change. We often teased him about his life history. He had written two paragraphs summarizing fifty years of work, and a full nine pages about every trip and vacation he'd ever taken.
In July, Grandpa worsened. One hot afternoon arrived when no one else was at his bedside. He was glad to have me there, and reached out his hand to pull me close.
I told Grandpa what I had learned — that few flowers last from April to November. Some of the most beautiful bloom for only a month at most. To really enjoy a garden, you have to plant corners and drifts and rows of flowers that will bloom and grace the garden, each in its own season.
His eyes listened to every word. Then, another discovery: "If I want a garden like yours, Grandpa, I'm going to have to work." His grin laughed at me, and his eyes teased me.
"Grandpa, in your life right now the chrysanthemums are in bloom. Chrysanthemums and roses." Tears clouded both our eyes. Neither of us feared this last flower of fall, but the wait for spring seems longest in November. We knew how much we would miss each other.
Sitting there, I suddenly felt that the best gift I could give Grandpa would be to give voice to the testimony inside both of us. He had never spoken of his testimony to me, but it was such a part of his life that I had never questioned if Grandpa knew. I knew he knew.
"Grandpa," I began — and his grip tightened as if he knew what I was going to say — "I want you to know that I have a testimony. I know the Savior lives. I bear witness to you that Joseph Smith is a prophet. I love the Restoration and joy in it." The steadiness in Grandpa's eyes told how much he felt it too. "I bear witness that President Kimball is a prophet. I know the Book of Mormon is true, Grandpa. Every part of me bears this witness."
"Grandpa," I added quietly, "I know our Father in Heaven loves you." Unbidden, unexpected, the Spirit bore comforting, poignant testimony to me of our Father's love for my humble, quiet Grandpa.
A tangible sense of Heavenly Father's compassionate awareness of Grandpa's suffering surrounded us and held us. It was so personal and powerful that no words were left to me — only tears of gratitude and humility, tears of comfort.
Grandpa and I wept together.
It was the end of August when Grandpa died, the end of summer. As we were choosing flowers from the florist for Grandpa's funeral, I slipped away to Grandpa's garden and walked with my memories of columbine and Sweet William. Only the tall lavender and white phlox were in bloom now, and some baby's breath in another corner.
On impulse, I cut the prettiest strands of phlox and baby's breath and made one more arrangement for the funeral. When they saw it, friends and family all smiled to see Grandpa's flowers there. We all felt how much Grandpa would have liked that.
The October after Grandpa's death, I planted tulip and daffodil bulbs, snowdrops, crocuses, and bluebells. Each bulb was a comfort to me, a love sent to Grandpa, a promise of spring.
早春时节,大约在爷爷中风前的一个月,我开始每天下午散步一个小时。有些日子,我会步行向南穿过四个街区去看望爷爷奶奶。八十六岁的爷爷仍然是一个杰出的花匠,因此我总是观察着他最早盛开的花,以及一片又一片春的花海。
那年,我打算把自己的小院美化一下,因此对花特别感兴趣,期望能够得到爷爷的指导。我以为自己知道究竟需要什么——满院子花草树木,从五月一直开到十一月。
那年春天,就是在草坪里第一丛紫罗兰和突然盛开的鲜艳连翘出现后,爷爷得了中风。他嘴巴不能说话了,身体的左半部分也不能动。家里所有人都来看望爷爷,我们都花了大量的时间陪在他身边。有几天,他眼睛很有神——笑我们所汇报来的不幸,听我们说话也很机警,并说他不能料理自己心里感觉很痛苦。有时候,他一整天都出在睡眠的状态,而且体重也有所增加,随时可能有生命危险。
随着时间的推移,几个月过去了。我像爷爷一样望着地上长出来的东西。每次我和他在一起,我都要向他汇报一下花园的情况。他一边听着,一边用平静地用他一贯的力量紧握着我的手。然而,他无法回答我的问题。因此,很多花朵绽放、憔悴、凋谢和死亡,我甚至都不知道他们的名字。
从春季开始,爷爷就一直受疾病的折磨,一直持续到夏季。我开始料理当地的苗圃,研究选择种子和植株。我买了些曾在爷爷的花园里见过的树木,尽心尽力地种在了我自己的花园里,这给我带来很特别的快乐。我在爷爷的花园里发现了我喜欢多年的美洲石竹,以前一直不知道它的名字,现在我以爷爷的名誉栽下了它。
当我守护在爷爷身边的时候,一些真理静静地涌现。我知道爷爷深爱着那些繁盛的花草;在他的花园里,他种了一苗圃的玫瑰。不过,我也发现爷爷留了很多空地方,只为了能够让光线照进来。花园里并不是每个角落都经常有花开放,但总有一个接一个的惊喜从某个地方冒出来。
我也发现爷爷的花园是他一生的真实写照。他是一个勤劳的工人,他理解收获的规律。但是说起他的辛勤劳动,他又是一个知道如何享受四季和变化的人,我们经常拿他的过去开玩笑。他写了两段文字概述了他五十年的工作。其中,足足有九页文字记载的是他的每次旅行和假期。
七月,爷爷的病情恶化了。有一天下午天气很炎热,没有人在爷爷身边。只有我在,他很高兴,就伸出他的手把我抱得紧紧的。
我把我所学到的告诉了爷爷——很少有花能从五月开到十一月,绝大多部分花最多开一个月。为了真正达到欣赏花园的目的,你必须在每个角落都种上花,丛丛花儿开放,把花园装扮得非常漂亮,每个角落都有四季。
他用眼睛认真地倾听着我的每句话,另一个发现是:“爷爷,如果我想要我的花园像你的花园话,我必须去工作。”他对着我笑,漏出了牙齿,眼神也在嬉笑我。
“爷爷,现在菊花正在开放,菊花和玫瑰花都在开放。”我们俩的眼里都盈满了泪花,我们都不害怕最后一朵花凋谢,但在十一月等待春天未免有点太长了,我们都知道我们会非常想念对方的。
我坐在那里,突然感到我能给爷爷的最好礼物是说出我们之间的承诺。他从来没有对我说起他的承诺,但我从来没有质疑过的就是他人生中的这一部分,如果爷爷知道的话。我知道他所知道的。
“爷爷,”我开始说——他嘴唇紧闭,好像知道我要说什么似的——“我想要你知道我有一个承诺。我知道救世主是存在的,我向你作证约瑟夫•史密斯是个预言家。我爱王政复辟时代,也很希望能加入它。”爷爷坚定的眼神也告诉了我他也有如此强烈的感受。“我向你作证金博尔总统是一个预言家。爷爷,我知道《魔门经》是真的,我拿整个人来向你作证。”
“爷爷,”我语气平和地又说了一句,“我知道我们的上帝是爱你的。”我爷爷地位卑微,但人很平和,我不假思索地意外地想到这种精神给我带来了上帝对爷爷的热爱。
上帝对爷爷所遭受的苦难表示了很大的同情,这种意识一直环绕和支持着我们。这种自我意识是如此有力,以至我无法用语言将其描述——只有感恩和谦恭,还有安慰的泪水。
爷爷和我都流下了眼泪。
八月底,也是夏季即将过去的时候,爷爷还是走了。当大家在花店为爷爷的葬礼选择葬花时,我悄悄地离开来到爷爷的花园。走在花园里,回忆着那些耧斗菜和美洲石竹,现在只有熏衣草和白色夹竹桃在开花,另一个角落里还开放着一些满天星。
一时心血来潮,我把最漂亮的几束夹竹桃和满天星剪了下来,给爷爷葬礼增添了一份装扮。看到这些花的时候,亲友们都因为看到爷爷的花而露出微笑。我们都知道爷爷一定会很喜欢那些花儿的。
在爷爷去世后的十月,我种了一些郁金香、水仙、雪花莲、番红花及蓝铃花。每一个花苞对我来说都是一种安慰,都是给爷爷的一份爱,都是春天的一份承诺。
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英语散文的发展历程十分曲折,散文大家风格多变,兼之中英语言个性殊异,若要成功地把英语散文大家的作品翻译到中文,既须了解英语散文发展的概况,又须注意保证气韵逻辑通畅,文气沛然,才能传神译出,曲尽其妙,令汉语读者获得相同或相近的审美感受。下面读文网小编为大家带来有关爱情英语散文阅读,希望大家喜欢!
I love you not because of who you are,but because of who I am when I am with you.
我爱你,不是因为你是一个怎样的人,而是因为我喜欢与你在一起时的感觉。
No man or woman is worth your tears,and the one who is ,won't make you cry.
没有人值得你流泪,值得让你这么做的人不会让你哭泣。
The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them knowing you can't have them.
失去某人,最糟糕的莫过于,他近在身旁,却犹如远在天边。
Never frown,even when you are sad,because you never know who is falling in love with your smile.
纵然伤心,也不要悉眉不展,因为你不知是谁会爱上你的笑容。
To the world you may be one person,but to one person you may be the world.
对于世界而言,你是一个人;但是对于某人,你是他的整个世界。
Don't waste your time on a man/woman,who isn't willing to waste their time on you.
不要为那些不愿在你身上花费时间的人而浪费你的时间。
Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to,doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.
爱你的人如果没有按你所希望的方式爱你,那并不代表他们没有全心全意地爱你。
Don't try to hard,the best things come when you least expect them to.
不要着急,最好的总会在最不经意的时候出现。
Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one,so that when we finally meet the person,we will know how to be grateful.
在遇到梦中人之前,上天也许会安排我们先遇到别人;在我们终于遇见心仪的人时,便应当心存感激。
Don't cry because it is over,smile because it happened.
不要因为结束而哭泣,微笑吧,为你的曾经拥有。
Life is a pure flame,and we live by an invisible sun within us.
-------Sir Thomas Browne
“生命是束纯净的火焰,我们依靠自己内心看不见的太阳而存在。”
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阅读英语散文,不仅能够感受语言之美,领悟语言之用,还能产生学习语言的兴趣。度过一段美好的时光,触动心灵。下面读文网小编为大家带来有关雪的优美英语散文欣赏,欢迎大家阅读!
早上起来,我发现整个世界简直成了一座冰冷的空洞,颜色死白缥青。光线透过窗户照射进来颇呈异状,它设法让连泼洒、修面、刷牙、穿衣等这些日常举动也都带上一点儿异状。不一会儿太阳出来了,在我吃早餐的时候,艳美的阳光把白雪映得粉嫩。餐室的窗户已被幻变为一幅迷人的日本花布。窗外幼小的梅树一株,站在充足的阳光下,枝头覆着微微泛红的白雪,枝干风致绝佳。一两个小时之后,一切都化成寒光一片,白里透青。周围世界再次完全改变,刚才的日本印花布等已经不复存在。我探头窗外,向书房前面的花园、草地以及更远的低丘眺望,但觉大地光晶耀目,不可逼视,高天寒气凛冽,色作铁青,周围的一切树木也都呈现阴森恐怖之状。真的,周围的整个景象的确有一种难以名状的恐怖气氛。仿佛我们这块近在京畿的可爱郊原竟霎时变成一片严酷的旷野。仿佛随时随刻都能瞥见一批批武夫作为暴政的工具从那黑魈的丛林背后跃马杀出,都能听到枪杀之声,而远处一片土地上白雪遂被染作殷红。此时周围正是这种景象。
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阅读英语散文,不仅能够感受语言之美,领悟语言之用,还能产生学习语言的兴趣。度过一段美好的时光,触动心灵。下面读文网小编为大家带来有关季节的优美英语散文,欢迎大家阅读!
I
Seasons of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
雾气洋溢、果实成熟的秋,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
你和成熟的太阳成为伙伴;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless,
你们密谋用累累的珠球,
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
缀满茅屋檐下的葡萄藤蔓;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
使屋前的老树背负着苹果,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
让熟味透进果实的心中,
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells,
使葫芦胀大,鼓起了榛子壳,
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
好塞进甜核;又为了蜜蜂,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
一次一次开放过迟的花朵,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
使它们以为日子将永远缓和,
For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.
因为夏季早填满它们的粘巢。
II
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
谁不经常看见你伴着谷仓?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
在田野里也可以把你找到,
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
你有时随意坐在打麦场上,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
让发丝随着簸谷的风轻飘;
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
有时候,为罂粟花香所沉迷,
Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
你倒卧在收割一半的田垄,
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
让镰刀歇在下一畦的花旁;
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
或者,像拾穗人越过小溪,
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
你昂首背着谷袋,投下倒影,
Or by a cider-press, with patient look,
或者就在榨果架下坐几点钟,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
你耐心地瞧着徐徐滴下的酒浆。
III
Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
啊,春日的歌哪里去了?但不要
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, -
想这些吧,你也有你的音乐——
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
当波状的云把将逝的一天映照,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
以胭红抹上残梗散碎的田野;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
这时啊,河柳下的一群小飞虫
Among the river shallows, borne aloft,
就同奏哀音,它们忽而飞高,
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
忽而下落,随着微风的起灭;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
篱下的蟋蟀在歌唱,在园中;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft;
红胸的知更鸟就群起呼啸;
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
而群羊在山圈里高声默默咩叫;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
丛飞的燕子在天空呢喃不歇。
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想要学习关于生病的英语情景对话吗?下面读文网小编为大家带来有关生病的英语日常对话,欢迎大家学习!
Doc: Please tell me about your symptoms.
Tim: My nose is constantly running. I have a fever and I vomited a few times. Do you think it is a cold?
Doc: Sorry to say, no. I think it may be the flu.
Tim: Is the flu more serious than a cold?
Doc: Correct. The flu that is going around is rather bad.
Tim: My friend Mary was also vomiting yesterday. Do you think she gave the flu to me?
Doc: Maybe. You should come into to the hospital ASAP. (As Soon As Possible)
医生:请把你的症状告诉我。
蒂姆:我老流鼻涕、发烧、还吐了好几次。您觉得我这是感冒吗?
医生:不是,我想可能是流感。
蒂姆:流感比感冒更严重吗?
医生:是的。流感四处传染,更糟。
蒂姆:我的朋友玛丽昨天也吐了,是她传染给我的吗?
医生:可能。你应该尽快来医院。
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如今雾霾天气越来越频发,严重影响着我们的身体健康,需要我们重视保护环境。下面读文网小编为大家带来有关雾霾的英语作文,希望对大家有所帮助!
Recently,haze weather has become a daily one right here in large part of China.People are forced to wear the mask to avoid breathing poisonous air.So it is necessary to find out the reason why leads to that and work out the resolution.If we trace the cause for haze weather ,the main points are as follows ,first,china 's air quality standards are rather lax and evaluation factors are limited,so you will see that current air appraisal system has defects.Second,some people just go for economic interests instead of turning out products according to relevant law and regulations.They tend to use obsolete equipment in which they are high likely to emit a great deal of wasted air.
Third,across our society ,relevant protection awareness has not built up so that people havent formed a habit of using green product and saving energy as much as possible.Just for the sake of convience to go out,people rely more and more on travelling and working by car while car is the main cause for the haze weather
To settle this problem,a series of meaures should be taken as follows.First ,we should strengthen air monitor to lower the levels of small particulate pollutants.Second,we should enact more strict laws and regulations and keep perfecting our current law on environmental protection to regulate people 's daily action and the industrial production and punish those factories that ignore the protection and keep emitting dangerous material that cause haze.
Third,we should develop green and energy-saving energy to lower the emission of haze and improve air quality.As far as i am concerned ,if we work together to be able to do such measures ,our environment will getting better and better and haze weather will vanish completely.
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