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发表于 2010-3-15 22:17:05
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再来一段
在这样的一天里,九月或十月,瓦尔登是森林的一面十全十美的明镜,它四面用石子镶边,我看它们是珍贵而稀世的。再没有什么像这一个躺卧在大地表面的湖沼这样美,这样纯洁,同时又这样大。秋水长天。它不需要一个篱笆。民族来了,去了,都不能玷污它。这一面明镜,石子敲不碎它,它的水银永远擦不掉,它的外表的装饰,大自然经常地在那里弥补;没有风暴,没有尘垢,能使它常新的表面黯淡无光;——这一面镜子,如果有任何不洁落在它面上,马上就沉淀,太阳的雾意的刷子常在拂拭它,——这是光的拭尘布,——呵气在上,也留不下形迹,成了云它就从水面飘浮到高高的空中,却又立刻把它反映在它的胸怀中了。
In such a day, in September or October, Walden is a perfect forest mirror, set round with stones as precious to my eye as if fewer or rarer. Nothing so fair, so pure, and at the same time so large, as a lake, perchance, lies on the surface of the earth. Sky water. It needs no fence. Nations come and go without defiling it. It is a mirror which no stone can crack, whose quicksilver will never wear off, whose gilding Nature continually repairs; no storms, no dust, can dim its surface ever fresh;--a mirror in which all impurity presented to it sinks, swept and dusted by the sun's hazy brush--this the light dust-cloth--which retains no breath that is breathed on it, but sends its own to float as clouds high above its surface, and be reflected in its bosom still. |
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