散文：A Winter Walk 冬日漫步（雙語）

散文：冬日漫步 A Winter Walk（節選） 作者：亨利·大衛·梭羅　翻譯：佚名 一覺醒來，正是冬天的早晨。萬籟無聲，雪厚厚地堆著，窗台上像是鋪了溫暖的棉花；窗格子顯得加寬了，玻璃上結了冰紋，光線暗淡而恬靜，屋內越發顯得舒適愉快。 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. 早晨的安靜，似乎靜在骨子裏，我們走到窗口，湊在一處沒有冰霜封住的地方，眺望田野的景色；出了門，我們還沒走出幾步，腳下已經在吱吱作響。窗外一幢幢的房子都是白雪蓋頂；屋簷下、籬笆上都累累地掛滿了雪條；院子裏石筍似的立了很多雪柱，雪裏藏的是什麽，誰也看不出來，大樹小樹從四麵八方伸出白色的手臂，指向天空；牆壁籬笆，形狀怪怪的，在昏暗的大地上，它們向左右延伸，好像律動的音符，似乎一夜之間，大自然把田野裏的風景精心打扮了一番，好讓人間的畫師來臨摹。 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. 我們悄悄地拔去了門閂，飄飄的雪花，立刻落到屋子裏來；走出屋外，寒風迎麵撲來，利如刀割。星光已經暗淡，地平線上麵籠罩著一層昏昏的鉛狀的薄霧。東方露出一種奇幻的古銅色的光彩，天快要亮了；可是，四麵的景物，還是模模糊糊，一片幽暗，鬼影幢幢，讓人疑非人間。 Silently we unlatch the door, letting the drift fall in, and step abroad to face the cutting air. Already the stars have lost some of their sparkle, and a dull, leaden mist skirts the horizon. A lurid brazen light in the east proclaims the approach of day, while the western landscape is dim and spectral still, and clothed in a sombre Tartarian light, like the shadowy realms. 大自然在這個季節，顯得特別純潔，這真使我們為之高興。殘幹枯木以及苔痕斑斑的石頭和欄杆，還有秋天的落葉，現在全被大雪掩蓋，仿佛上麵蓋了一塊幹淨的毛巾。寒風一吹，無孔不入，一切烏煙瘴氣都一掃而空，凡是不能堅貞自守的，都無法抵禦；如今，在寒冷荒僻的地方，我們所能看得見的東西，都是值得我們尊敬的，因為它們有一種堅強的純樸——一種清教徒式的堅韌。別的東西都尋求庇護去了，凡是能卓然獨立於寒風之中者，一定都具有天神般的勇敢，它們以自己的骨氣為天地靈氣所鍾。 The wonderful purity of nature at this season is a most pleasing fact. Every decayed stump and moss-grown stone and rail, and the dead leaves of autumn, are concealed by a clean napkin of snow. In the bare fields and tinkling woods, see what virtue survives. In the coldest and bleakest places, the warmest charities still maintain a foothold. A cold and searching wind drives away all contagion, and nothing can withstand it but what has a virtue in it; and accordingly, whatever we meet with in cold and bleak places, as the tops of mountains, we respect for a sort of sturdy innocence, a Puritan toughness. All things beside seem to be called in for shelter, and what stays out must be part of the original frame of the universe, and of such valor as God himself. 經過洗滌的空氣，呼吸起來特別暢快，其清明純潔，甚至用眼睛都能看得出來；我們就整天處在戶外吧，不到天黑不要回家，我們希望朔風像吹過光禿禿的大樹一般地吹徹我們的身體，使得我們更能適應寒冬的氣候。我們希望借此能從大自然借來一點純潔堅定的力量，這種力量對於我們一年四季都是有用的。 It is invigorating to breathe the cleansed air. Its greater fineness and purity are visible to the eye, and we would fain stay out long and late, that the-gales may sigh through us, too, as through the leafless trees, and fit us for the winter:--as if we hoped so to borrow some pure and steadfast virtue, which will stead us in all seasons. 林貝卡 2011秋 於美國

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• Beautiful everything. Breath takingly beautiful! -肖莊- ♀ (0 bytes) () 12/06/2011 postreply 10:09:41

• Thank you very much for your compliments. -林貝卡- ♀ (0 bytes) () 12/06/2011 postreply 10:11:44

• See how succinct English: unlatch instead of ba2 qu4 cha1 xiao1 -走馬讀人- ♂ (0 bytes) () 12/06/2011 postreply 11:25:02

• 隻是語言的表達方式不同而已，漢語有它獨特的美。 -林貝卡- ♀ (0 bytes) () 12/06/2011 postreply 12:29:52

• 唐詩宋詞， 美麗無比。 -jingbeiboy- ♂ (0 bytes) () 12/06/2011 postreply 14:00:02

• 頗有同感。 -林貝卡- ♀ (0 bytes) () 12/07/2011 postreply 09:41:13

• Such a beautiful prose, in both English and Chinese.Thanks for s -NewVoice- ♀ (0 bytes) () 12/06/2011 postreply 12:45:43

• Glad to know that you like it.Thanks. -林貝卡- ♀ (0 bytes) () 12/07/2011 postreply 09:42:20

• 童話樣的製貼,雲一樣的音樂,夢幻般的文字,謝謝貝卡 -rockcurrent- ♂ (0 bytes) () 12/06/2011 postreply 13:08:24

• 謝謝欣賞，周三快樂。 -林貝卡- ♀ (0 bytes) () 12/07/2011 postreply 09:42:47