书城外语英文爱藏:天使吻过那片海
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第20章 与美丽邂逅 (2)

但生活在室内的我们,已经失去和月亮的联系。城市耀眼的街灯、玷污的烟尘遮蔽了原本晴朗的夜空。人类虽已在月亮上迈出了第一步,反而对月亮变得更加陌生。没有几人能说得出今晚月亮何时升起。

无论如何,月亮仍然牵挂着我们的心。如果不经意间看到刚刚升起的、大大的、黄澄澄的满月,谁都会情不自禁地停下来,一睹她高贵的姿容。而月亮也会赐予观看她的人礼物。

在7月山间的一个夜晚,我得到了她的礼物。车子莫名其妙地熄了火,我一个人束手无策地被困在山中。太阳已经落山了,我看到东边山头闪出一团橘红色的光线,好像森林着火一样。刹那间,山头也被火焰吞噬。过了一会儿,月亮突然从密林中探出涨红的大大的脸,夏日空气中弥漫的尘雾与汗气,使月亮显得有些荒谬的变形。

大地灼热的呼吸扭曲了它,月亮变得格外暴躁,不再完美。不远处,农舍里的狗紧张地乱叫起来,好像这奇怪的光亮唤醒了野草中的魔鬼。

然而,随着月亮慢慢爬上山头,它聚合了全身的坚定与威严;它的面孔也从红变成了橘黄,又变成金色,最后成为淡淡的黄。月亮不断地上升,下面的丘陵山谷逐渐暗淡朦胧,好像大地的光亮让月亮渐渐吸走了似的。待到皓月当空,圆圆的月亮洒下象牙般乳白的清辉,下面的山谷在这样的风景里,形成了一片片幽深的阴影。这时,那些乱叫的狗才打消了疑虑——原来那团光是它们熟悉的月亮——停止了吠叫。在那一刻,我忽然觉得信心十足,心情欢畅,禁不住笑了起来。

整整一个小时,我都沉浸在这奇美的景观里。月出是缓缓而又充满微妙的。要想欣赏月出,我们得退回到过去的时代,带着一种对时间有耐心的心态去欣赏。看着月亮毫无顾忌地不断攀升,我们能找到内心少有的宁静。我们的想象力能让我们感到宇宙的广阔和大地的无限,忘却自己的存在,感觉自我的渺小,却又深感自己的独特。

月光从不向我们展示生活的艰辛。山坡好像在银色月光下披上了柔和的轻纱。在月光的照耀下,海水显得碧蓝而静谧。沉浸在月光中,我们不再像白天那般精于算计,而是沉浸在自我内心的情感之中。

正当我陶醉于月色之美时,奇妙的事情发生了。就是在7月的那个夜晚,我看了一两个小时的月景后,回到车里,再次转动钥匙发动汽车时,发动机出人意料地响了起来,和几个小时前熄火时一样蹊跷而神秘。我开着车沿着山路回家,月光洒在肩上,心中满是平静。

从那以后,我常常会到山上看月出。当成堆的事务渐渐平息,生活逐渐明朗,这时常发生在秋季,我就会爬上那座小山。我等着猎人之月的出现,等着金色丰盈的月亮俯照大地,给黑夜带来光明。

一只猫头鹰静悄悄地从山头俯冲而下,却在月色下如火光闪过。一只蟋蟀在草丛中尖声歌唱,我不由得想起了诗人和音乐家——贝多芬的《月光奏鸣曲》和莎士比亚笔下的《威尼斯商人》中洛伦佐的话:“月光沉睡在这岸边多么迷人!我们要坐在这里让音乐之声,潜入我们的耳内。”我不清楚他们的诗篇与音乐是否与蟋蟀的歌声相似,在某种程度上可以算做月的声音。想到这些,城市生活带给我的昏乱心绪,便在夜的宁静中消失了。

恋人和诗人在夜里能寻找到更深奥的生活意义。其实,我们都爱问一些深奥的问题——关于我们的祖先、我们的命运。我们只想纵容这些永远找不到答案的谜团,不喜欢那些主导着白天世界的、没有情感的几何教科书。在夜里,我们都成为哲学家和神秘家。

当月亮升起之时,我们放慢思想,让它追随天堂的脚步。不经意间,一种魔力就会遍布全身。我们会敞开情感之门,让白天被理智束缚的那部分思绪自由奔涌。我们能跨越遥远的时空,听远古猎人的细语,看久远时代恋人与诗人们眼中的世界。

心灵小语

月圆月缺,总是牵挂着我们的心绪。当月亮升起之时,我们放慢思想,让它追随天堂的脚步。

记忆填空

1. There have been broad, confident harvest__ in autumn; shy, misty moons in spring; lonely, winter moons__ into the utter silence of an ink-black sky and smoke-smudged orange moons over the dry fields of__ .

2. I drove down from the mountains with the moon on my__ and peace in my__ .

3. I wonder__ their verse and music, like the music of crickets, are in some way__ of the moon.

佳句翻译

1. 每一种月亮都似精美的音乐,感动我的心灵,抚慰我的灵魂。

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2. 月光从不向我们展示生活的艰辛。

译__________________

3. 其实,我们都爱问一些深奥的问题——关于我们的祖先、我们的命运。

译__________________

短语应用

1. But we, who live indoors, have lost contact with the moon.

contact with:与……接触,与……联系

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2. Dogs at nearby farmhouses barked nervously, as if this strange light had wakened evil spirits in the weeds.

as if:好像

造__________________

冬日漫步

A Winter Walk

亨利·大卫·梭罗 / Henry David Thoreau

亨利·大卫·梭罗(1817—1862),散文家、超验主义哲学家。出生于美国以超验主义中心著称的康科德,并在那儿度过了大半生。梭罗毕生以超验主义作为自己的生活原则,并将之发挥到极致;他一生未娶,曾隐居瓦尔登湖两年有余,过着与世隔绝的生活,并在湖边的木屋里写下了著名的《瓦尔登湖》一书。

The wind has gently murmured through the blinds, or puffed with feathery softness against the windows, and occasionally sighed like a summer zephyr lifting the leaves along, the livelong night. The meadow mouse has slept in his snug gallery in the sod, the owl has sat in a hollow tree in the depth of the swamp, the rabbit, the squirrel, and the fox have all been housed. The watch-dog has lain quiet on the hearth, and the cattle have stood silent in their stalls. The earth itself has slept, as of it were its first, not its last sleep, save when some street sign or woodhouse door has faintly creaked upon its hinge, cheering forlorn nature at her midnight work—the only sound awake twixt Venus and Mars—advertising us of a remote inward warmth, a divine cheer and fellowship, where gods are met together, but where it is very bleak for men to stand. But while the earth has slumbered, all the air has been alive with feathery flakes descending, as if some northern Ceres reigned, showering her silvery grain over all the fields.

We sleep, and at length awake to the still reality of a winter morning. The snow lies warm as cotton or down upon the window sill; the broadened sash and frosted panes admit a dim and private light, which enhances the snug cheer within. The stillness of the morning is impressive. The floor creaks under our feet as we move toward the window to look abroad through some clear space over the fields, we see the roofs stand under their snow burden. From the eaves and fences hang stalactites of snow, and in the yard stand stalagmites covering some concealed core. The trees and shrubs rear white arms to the sky on every side; and where were walls and fences, we see fantastic forms stretching in frolic gambols across the dusky landscape, as if Nature had strewn her fresh designs over the fields by night as models for man’ s art.