小楓兜兜
At the Edge of the Sea
The shore is an ancient world, for as long as there has been an earth and se a there has been this place of the meeting of land and water. Yet it is a world that keeps alive the sense of continuing creation and of the relentless drive of life. Each time that I enter it, I gain some new awareness of its beauty and it sdeeper meanings, sensing that intricate fabric of life by which one creature is linked with another, and each with its surroundings.
在海邊
海岸是一個古老的世界。自從有地球和大海以來，就有這個水陸相接的地方。但人們卻感覺它是一個總在進行創造、生命力頑強而又充沛的世界。每當我踏入這個世界，感覺到生物彼此之間以及每一生物與它周圍環境之間，通過錯綜複雜的生命結構彼此相連的時候，我對它的美，對它的深層意蘊，都產生某種新的認識
Under water that was clear as glass the pool was carpeted with green sponge. Gray patches of sea squirts glistened on the ceiling and colonies of raft coral were a pale apricot color. In the moment when I looked into the cave a little e lfin starfish hung down, suspended by the merest thread, perhaps by only a single tube foot. It reached down to touch its own reflection, so perfectly delineated that there might have been, not one starfish, but two. The beauty of the refle cted images and of the limpid pool itself was the poignant beauty of things that are ephemeral, existing only until the sea should return to fill the little cave.
在清明如鏡的水底鋪著一層碧綠的海綿。洞頂上一片片灰色的海蛸閃閃發光，一堆堆軟珊瑚披著淡淡的杏黃色衣裳。就在我朝洞裏探望時，從洞頂上掛下一隻小海星，僅僅懸在一條線上，或許就在它的一隻管足上。它向下接觸到自己的倒影。多麼完美的畫麵!仿佛不是一隻海星，而是一對海星。水中倒影的美，清澈的水潭本身的美，這都是些轉眼即逝的事物所體現的強烈而動人心扉的美——海水一旦漫過小洞，這種美便不複存在了。
春天使大地複蘇。
Spring renews the earth.
春天的時候，鄉村一片青蔥碧綠。
The country is very green in spring.
夏日裏蟬兒鳴叫，湖麵上開出了幾朵動人的荷花
In summer, cicadas chirping, the lake opened Jiduo beautiful lotus.
詩歌。
一。
spring
robertmccracken
todayisthedaywhenboldkitesfly,
whencumuluscloudsroaracrossthesky.
whenrobinsreturn,whenchildrencheer,
whenlightrainbeckonsspringtoappear.
todayisthedaywhendaffodilsbloom,
whichchildrenpicktofilltheroom,
todayisthedaywhengrassesgreen,
whenleavesburstforthforspringtobeseen
二。
aprildays
daysofwitchery,subtlysweet,
wheneveryhellanstreefindsheart,
whenwiterandspringlikeloversmeet
inthemistofnoonandpart---
intheaprildays.
nightswhenthewoodfrogsfaintlypeep
once-twice-andthenarestill,
andthewoodpeckers'martialvoicessweep
likebuglenotesfromhilltohill-
throughthepulselesshaze
dayswhenthesoiliswarmwithrain,
andthroughthewoodtheshywindsteals,
richwiththepineandthepoplarsmell,
andthejoyousearthlikeadancerreels-
throughtheaprildays!
springtime
whenspringtimecomesuponus
fillingfreshnessintheair
showingnaturesownbeauty
withflowersbloomingeverywhere.
treesstartslowlybudding
openingtothesun'swarmrays
startthebirdstosinging
touchingourheartsintheseways.
thegrassstartsturninggreener
pushingupoutoftheground.
natureiswakingup
sendingforthherbeautifulsound.
kenngrutherford
詩句。
wheninspringthesweetshowersfall
thatpiercewinter'sdroughttotherootandall...
文章。
aspringmorning
itwasearlyinthespringmorning.thesunwasjustrisingoutoftheeasternhorizon?emittingsteaksofredhuethroughthecloudsandacrossthesky.soonthecampuswasbattledinthefirstraysofthesun.thelake?thetreesandthebambooslookedasiftheywereallgilded.thegroundwascoveredwithtendergrassesandthebeadeddewdropsstoodontheirtipsandreflectedthesunshine.
birdsflewaboutinthewoodstwitteringrestlessly.someboystudentswhowereabsorbedinreadingleanedagainstthetreeswithbudspeepingoutfromwithinthegraybarks.acoupleofgirlstudentsreadenglishaloudwhilewalkingupanddownthegravelpatharoundthelake?whereasortofstreamrose?formingathinmist.
itwasreallyamorningofbeauty?ofvigorandofhope.
today,lookatthebluesky,hearthegrassgrowingbeneathyourfeet,inhalethescentofspring,letthefruitsoftheearthlingeronyourtongue,reachoutandembracethoseyoulove.askspirittoawakenyourawarenesstothesacrednessofyoursensoryperceptions.
whatamiracleitis.nomatterhowlongthewinter,howhardthefrostorhowdeepthesnow,naturetriumphs.noseasonisawaitedsoeagerlyorwelcomedsowarmlyasspring…eachyeariamastonishedbythewealthofflowerstheseasongivesus:thesubtletyofthewildprimrosesandviolets,therichpaletteofcrocusintheparks,tallsoldiertulipsandproudtrumpetingdaffodilsandnarcissi.
picturethis:theairandtheearthinterpenetratedinthewarmgustsofspring;thesoilwasfullofsunlight,andthesunlightfullofreddust.theaironebreathedwassaturatedwithearthysmells,andthegrassunderfoothadareflectionofblueskyinit.
everyspringistheonlyspring,aperpetualastonishment.
inthosevernalseasonsoftheyear,whentheairiscalmandpleasant,
itwereaninjuryandsullennessagainstnaturenottogoout
andseeherriches,andpartakeinherrejoicingwithheavenandearth.
springarenotalwaysthesame.insomeyears,aprilburstsuponvirginiahillsinoneprodigiousleap-andallthestageisfilledatonce,wholechorusesoftulips,arabesquesofforsythia,cadenzasoffloweringplum.thetreesgrowleavwsovernight.
inotheryears,springtipoesin.itpauses,overcomebyshyness,likemygrandchildatthedoor,peepingin,duckingoutofsight,gigglinginthehallway."iknowyouareoutthere,"icry."comein”andaprilslipsintoourarms.
thedogwoodbud,palegreen,isinlaidwithrussetmarkings.withintheperfectcupascoreofclusteredseedsarenestled.oneexaminesthebudinawe:wherewerethoseseedsamonthago?theapplesdisplaytheirmilliner'sscrapsofivorysilk,rose-tinged.allthesleepingthingswakeit,feelit,crumbleaprilinyourhands.
looktotherueanemone,ifyouwill,orthepeapatch,ortothestubbornweedthatthrustsitsshouldersthroughacitystreet.thisishowitwas,isnow,andevershallbe,theworldwithoutend.intheserenecertaintyofspringrecurring,whofearthedistantfall?
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