12月25日美文欣赏:Hour in the Sun
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Hour in the Sun
John H.Bradley
"…I was rich, if not in money, in sunny hours and summer days."----- Henry David Thoreau
阳光下的时光
约翰•布莱德利
“……我虽然不富甲天下，却拥有无数个艳阳天和夏日。”----亨利•大卫•梭罗
When Thoreau wrote that line, he was thinking of the Walden Pond he knew as a boy.
写这句话时，梭罗想起孩提时代的瓦尔登湖。
Woodchoppers and the Iron Horse had not yet greatly damaged the beauty of its setting. A boy could go to the pond and lie on his back against the seat of a boat, lazily drifting from shore to shore while the loons dived and the swallows dipped around him. Thoreau loved to recall such sunny hours and summer days "when idleness was the most attractive and productive business."
当时伐木者和火车尚未严重破坏湖畔的美丽景致。小男孩可以走向湖中，仰卧小舟。自一岸缓缓漂向另一岸，周遭有鸟儿戏水，燕子翻飞。梭罗喜欢回忆这样的艳阳天和夏日本帖隐藏的内容需要回复才可以浏览 I too was a boy in love with a pond, rich in sunny hours and summer days. Sun and summer are still what they always were, but the boy and the pond changed. The boy, who is now a man, no longer find much time for idle drifting. The pond has been annexed by a great city.
我也曾经是热爱湖塘的小男孩，拥有无数个艳阳天与夏日。如今阳光、夏日依旧，男孩和湖塘却已改变。那男孩已长大成人，不再有那么多时间泛舟湖上。而湖塘也为大城市所并。
The swamps where herons once hunted are now drained and filled with houses. The bay where water lilies quietly floated is now a harbor for motor boats. In short, everything that the boy loved no longer exists----except in the man's memory of it.
曾有苍鹭觅食的沼泽，如今已枯竭殆尽，上面盖满了房舍。睡莲静静漂浮的湖湾，现在成了汽艇的避风港。总之，男孩所爱的一切已不复存在----只留在人们的回忆中。
Some people insist that only today and tomorrow matter. But how much poorer we would be if we really lived by that rule! So much of what we do today is frivolous and futile and soon forgotten. So much of what we hope to do tomorrow never happens.
本帖隐藏的内容需要回复才可以浏览 The past is the bank in which we store our most valuable possession: the memories that give meaning and depth to our lives.
本帖隐藏的内容需要回复才可以浏览 Those who truly treasure the past will not bemoan the passing of the good old days, because days enshrined in memory are never lost.
真正珍惜过去的人，不会悲叹旧日美好时光的逝去。因为藏于记忆中的时光永不流失。
Death itself is powerless to still a remembered voice or erase a remembered smile. And for one boy who is now a man, there is a pond which neither time nor tide can change, where he can still spend a quite hour in the sun.
死亡本身无法止住一个记忆中的声音，或擦除一个记忆中的微笑。对现已长大成人的那个男孩来说，那儿将有一个湖塘不会因时间和潮汐而改变，可以让他继续在阳光下享受安静时光。 |
发表于 2010-12-24 22:39
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