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美文佳作

1.THEFIRSTSNOW

Thefirstsnowcame.Howbeautifulitwas,fallingsosilentlyalldaylong,allnightlong,onthemountains,onthemeadows,ontheroofsoftheliving,onthegravesofthedead!

Allwhitesavetheriver,thatmarkeditscoursebyawindingblacklineacrossthelandscape;andtheleaflesstrees,thatagainsttheleadenskynowrevealedmorefullythewonderfulbeautyandintricaciesoftheirbranches.Whatsilence,too,camewiththesnow,andwhatSeclusion!

Everysoundwasmuffled,everynoisechangedtosomethingsoftandmusical.Nomoretrampinghoofs,nomorerattlingwheels!

Onlythechimingofsleigh-bells,beatingasswiftandmerrilyastheheartsofchildren.

FromKavanagh

byHenryWadsworthLongfellow

2.THEHUMMING-BIRD

Ofallanimatedbeingsthisisthemostelegantinformandthemostbrilliantincolors.ThestonesandmetalspolishedbyourartsarenotcomparabletothisjewelofNature.Shehasplaceditleastinsizeoftheorderofbirds,“maximemirandainminimis.”Hermasterpieceisthislittlehumming-bird,anduponitshehasheapedallthegiftswhichtheotherbirdsmayonlyshare.Lightness,rapidity,nimbleness,grace,and.richapparelallbelongtothislittlefavorite.Theemerald,theruby,andthetopazgleamuponitsdress.Itneversoilsthemwiththedustofearth,andinitsaeriallifescarcelytouchestheturfaninstant.Alwaysintheair,flyingfromflowertoflower,ithastheirfreshnessaswellastheirbrightness.ItJivesupontheirnectar,anddwellsonlyintheclimateswheretheyperenniallybloom.

FromNaturalHistory

byGeorgeLouisLeclercBuffon

3.TREES

IthinkthatIshallneversee

Apoemlovelyasatree;

Atreewhosehungrymouthisprest

Againsttheearth’ssweetflowingbreast;

AtreethatlooksatGodallday,

Andliftsherleafyarmstopray;

AtreethatmayinSummerwear

Anestofrobinsinherhair;

Uponwhosebosomsnowhaslain,

Whointimatelyliveswithrain.

Poemsaremadebyfoolslikeme,

ButonlyGodcanmakeatree.

FromTreesana’OtherPoems

byJoyceKilmer

4.READINGGOODBOOES

Devotesomeofyourleisure,Irepeat,tocultivatingaloveofreadinggoodbooks.Fortunateindeedarethosewhocontrivetomakethemselvesgenuinebook-lovers.Forbook-lovershavesomenoteworthyadvantagesoverotherpeople.Theyneedneverknowlonelyhourssolongastheyhavebooksaroundthem,andthebetterthebooksthemoredelightfulthecompany.Fromgoodbooks,moreover,theydrawmuchbesidesentertainment.Theygainmentalfoodsuchasfewcompanionscansupply.Evenwhilerestingfromtheirlaborstheyare,throughthebookstheyread,equippingthemselvestoperformthoselaborsmoreefficiently.Thisalbeittheymaynotbedeliberatelyreadingtoimprovetheirmind.Allunconsciouslytheideastheyderivefromtheprintedpagesarestoredup,tobeworkedoverbytheimaginationfortheirfutureprofit.

FromSelf-Developmzent

byHenryAddingtonBruce

5.ONETIQUETTE

Etiquettetosocietyiswhatapparelistotheindividual.Withoutapparelmenwouldgoinshamefulnuditywhichwouldsurelyleadtothecorruptionofmorals;andwithoutetiquettesocietywouldbeinapitiablestateandthenecessaryintercoursebetweenitsmemberswouldbeinterferedwithbyneedlessoffencesandtroubles.Ifsocietywereatrain,theetiquettewouldbetherailsalongwhichonlythetraincouldrumbleforth;ifsocietywereastatecoach,theetiquettewouldbethewheelsandaxisonwhichonlythecoachcouldrollforward.Thelackofproprietieswouldmakethemostintimatefriendsturntobethemostdecidedenemiesandthefriendlyoralliedcountriesdeclarewaragainsteachother.Wecanfindmanyexamplesinthehistoryofmankind.ThereforeIadviseyoutostandonceremonybeforeanyoneelseandtotakepainsnottodoanythingagainstetiquettelestyougiveoffencesormakeenemies.

byWilliamHazlitt

6.THEFLIGHTOFYOUTH

Therearegainsforallcurlosses.

Therearebalmsforallourpain:

Butwhenyouth,thedream,departs

Ittakessomethingfromourhearts,

Anditnevercomesagain.

Wearestronger,andarebetter,

Undermanhood’ssternerreign;

Stillwefeelthatsomethingsweet

Followedyouth,withflyingfeet,

Andwillnevercomeagain.

Somethingbeautifulisvanished,

Andwesighforitinvain;

Webeholditeverywhere,

Ontheearth,andintheair,

Butitnevercomesagain!

byRichardHenryStoddard

7.ADDRESSATGETTYSBURG

Fourscoreandsevenyearsagoourfathersbroughtforthonthiscontinentanewnation,conceivedinlibertyanddedicatedtothepropositionthatallmenarecreatedequal.

Nowweareengagedinagreatcivilwar,testingwhetherthatnation,oranynationsoconceivedandsodedicated,canlongendure.Wearemetonagreatbattlefieldofthatwar.Wehavecometddedicateaportionofthatfieldasafinalrestingplaceforthosewhoheregavetheirlivesthatthatnationmightlive.Itisaltogetherfittingandproperthatweshoulddothis.

But,inalargersense,wecannotdedicate---wecannotconsecrate---wecannothallow---thisground.Thebravemen,livinganddead,whostruggledhere,haveconsecrateditfaraboveourpoorpowertoaddordetract.Theworldwilllittlenotenorlongrememberwhatwesayhere,butitcanneverforgetwhattheydidhere.Itisforus,theliving,rather,tobededicatedheretotheunfinishedworkwhichtheywhofoughtherehavethusfarsonoblyadvanced.Itisratherforustobeherededicatedtothegreattaskremainingbeforeus---thatfromthesehonoureddeadwetakeincreaseddevotiontothatcauseforwhichtheygavethelastfullmeasureofdevotion;thatweherehighlyresolvethatthesedeadshallnothavediedinvain;thatthisnation,underGod,shallhaveanewbirthoffreedom;andthatgovernmentofthepeople,bythepeople,forthepeople,shallnotperishfromtheearth.

byAbrahamLincoln

APRILDAYS

Daysofwitchery,subtlysweet,

Wheneveryhillandtreefindsheart,

Whenwinterandspringlikeloversmeet

Inthemistofnoonandpart—

IntheAprildays.

Nightswhenthewoodfrogsfaintlypeep

Once—twice—andthenarestill,

Andthewoodpeckers’martialvoicessweep

Likebuglenotesfromhilltohill----

Throughthepulselesshaze.

Dayswhenthesoiliswarmwithrain,

Andthroughthewoodtheshywindsteals,

Richwiththepineandthepoplarsmell,

Andthejoyousearthlikeadancerreels—

ThroughAprildays!

byHamlinGarland

ANIMPORTANTASPECTOFCOLLEGELIFE

Itisperfectlypossibletoorganizethelifeofourcollegesinsuchawaythatstudentsandteachersalikewilltakepartinit;insuchawaythataperfectlynaturaldailyintercoursewillbeestablishedbetweenthem;anditisonlybysuchanorganizationthattheycanbegivenrealvitalityasplacesofserioustraining,bemadecommunitiesinwhichyoungsterswillcomefullytorealizehowinterestingintellectualworkis,howvital,howimportant,howcloselyassociatedwithallmodernachievement-—onlybysuchanorganizationthatstudycanbemadetoseempartoflifeitself.Lecturesoftenseemveryformalandemptythings;recitationsgenerallyproveverydullandunrewarding.Itisinconversationandnaturalintercoursewithscholarschieflythatyoufindhowlivelyknowledgeis,howittiesintoeverythingthatisinterestingandimportant,howintimateapartitisofeverythingthatisinterestingandimportant,howintimateapartitisofeverythingthatis“practical”andconnectedwiththeworld.Menarenotalwaysmadethoughtfulbybooks;buttheyaregenerallymadethoughtfulbyassociationwithmenwhothink.

byWoodrowWilson

NIGHT

Nighthasfallenoverthecountry.Throughthetreesrisestheredmoon,andthestarsarescarcelyseen.Inthevastshadowofnightthecoolnessandthedewsdescend.Isitattheopenwindowtoenjoythem;andhearonlythevoiceofthesummerwind.Likeblackhulks,theshadowsofthegreattreesrideatanchoronthebillowyseaofgrass.Icannotseetheredandblueflowers,hutIknowthattheyarethere.FarawayinthemeadowgleamsthesilverCharles.Thetrampofhorses’hoofssoundsfromthewoodenbridge.Thenallisstillsavethecontinuouswindofthesummernight.SometimesIknownotifitbethewindorthesoundoftheneighboringsea.Thevillageclockstrikes;andIfeelthatIamnotalone.

HowdifferentitisinthecityIItislate,andthecrowdisgone.Youstepoutuponthebalcony,andlieintheverybosomofthecool,dewynightasifyoufoldedhergarmentsaboutyou.Beneathliesthepublicwalkwithtrees,likeafathomless,blackgulf,intowhosesilentdarknessthespiritplunges,andfloatsawaywithsomebelovedspiritclaspedinitsembrace.Thelampsarestillburningupanddownthelongstreet.Peoplegobywithgrotesqueshadows,nowforeshortened,andnowlengtheningawayintothedarknessandvanishing,whileanewonespringsupbehindthewalker,andseemstopasshimrevolvinglikethesailofawindmill.Theirongatesoftheparkshutwithajanglingclang.Therearefootstepsandloudvoices;—atumult;—adrunkenbrawl;—alarmoffire;—thensilenceagain.Andnowatlengththecityisasleep,andwecanseethenight.Thebelatedmoonlooksovertheroofs,andfindsnoonetowelcomeher:

Themoonlightisbroken.Itlieshereandthereinthesquares,andtheopeningofthestreets—angularlikeblocksofwhitemarble,

byNathanialHawthorne

[参考译文]

初雪

亨利·沃兹沃思·朗费罗

初雪飘临。

多么美啊!

，它整日整夜那么静静地飘着，落在山岭上，落在草地上，落在世人的屋顶上，落在死者的坟墓上!

在一片白茫茫之中，只有河流在美丽的画面上划出一道曲曲弯弯的黑线，还有那叶儿落净的树木，映衬着铅灰色的天空，此刻更显得枝丫交错，姿态万千。

初雪飘落时，是何等的宁谧,何等的幽静!

一切声响都趋沉寂，一切噪音都化作柔和的音乐。

再也听不见马蹄得得，再也听不见车轮辚辚1唯有雪橇的铃铛，奏出和谐的乐声，那明快欢乐的节拍犹如孩子们心房的搏动。

蜂鸟

乔治·路易·勒克