村庄河流经典散文
河流是村庄的河流，村庄是河流的村庄，在乡下，这两者的关系有点像锅和盖或者碗和勺。就像在刘家坪的每个人心里，河流就是我们村庄的河，滋养着村里的牲畜和庄稼，也滋润着每一个村庄的孩童，春来了下河扑蝶，夏来了游泳洗衣，秋天听蛙鸣看满池的荷花……因为有了村庄，河流则生生不息，呼吸着村庄的味道与人气，河便有了生气。有很多次天气干旱，河里只剩细细的一股水，连河底的卵石都盖不住了，但那河水还是缓缓地流淌着，看得人揪心不已。好在很快秋雨来了，冬雪来了，河里的水又丰盈起来，河又成了让村人欢喜的河。
河水由北向南，顺着沟沟壑壑跌跌撞撞地闯入了村庄的西边，我曾沿着河走过很久很久，都没有找见它的源头。只知道河水沿着人居住的村庄流淌着，它走过的地方，有庄稼，有果林，有菜地，有池塘……它紧贴着村庄缓缓流过，像老祖母抚慰孙儿的手。
村庄的井不出水了，河边的冒眼泉便成了我们生命之源。每天都会有人挑着两个桶晃晃悠悠地来河边打水。这时候的河，成了村人生活的依托。在河边相遇的村里人，喜欢唠唠嗑，插科打诨地胡乱开几句玩笑，一时间农家人毫不做作和遮掩的笑声便会荡开河面上，在人一样高的水草间来回穿梭。
盛夏的聒噪里，蛙声一轮赛过一轮，顽皮的男孩常常抓河里的蚂蟥，在河滩上进行各种折磨。洗衣服的我视线便追着他们，渴望着身为男生的自由和胆大。更多时候他们脱得精光，在离我们洗衣服很远的地方游泳。他们不敢去深水的地方，皮猴似的在水里胡乱打水仗，欢快的叫声惹得女孩们心痒，却没有勇气照着做。
秋天的牛羊也最悠闲，没有过多的活儿要干，整天在坡上慢悠悠吃草，吃饱了便到河边饮水。原来牛也会渴，见了水吧唧着嘴巴，舌头一卷一卷，比吃草还要有滋有味。羊到底是绵软些的动物，它喝水的时候跟脾气一样轻轻柔柔，喝一会儿叫几声，好像在赞叹水有多甜似的。看牛羊喝够了水，小主人把木橛子往河床上一扎，便不再管了，尽情地玩到天黑来牵就是。
温情的河水也有发狂的时候，记得有一年交公粮时节，傍晚的雨下得毫无征兆，据说那天的河水有一人深。再加上上游的水，瞬间就把溢洪道填满，向两侧的山坡漫延。河里除了混沌不堪的泥水，看瓜人临时搭建的瓜棚也被水冲散，檩木便顺着水胡乱磕碰着往下漂移。带着瓜蔓的西瓜和梨瓜，在水里起起伏伏，看得人眼馋不已。溢了水的鱼塘就在不远处，鱼一见下雨天便缺氧，不得不浮到水面上大口呼吸。有一些鱼被雨打蒙了便跟着水游出鱼塘，向河流的方向流窜。洪水退去后，挂在河两岸的树杈上、草丛间什么东西都有，濒死的鱼，半烂的瓜，运气好的还能捡几根檩木。
现在河里的水越来越细，已经几近干涸，但好像又有那么一丝精气神在支撑着，让河流不要彻底断掉。我猜，那一丝精气神会不会是村庄赋予的力量？毕竟村庄和河流，上百年的相伴，已经深入彼此的骨髓。
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1.最美的事不是留住时光，而是留住记忆。真正的强大，不是原谅别人，而是放过自己。
2.人一旦有了感情，就窝囊得不行，你说要敬往事一杯酒，再爱也不回头;实际就算你醉到黄昏独自愁，如果那人伸出手，你还是会跟他走。
3.你有没有遇到过这样一个人，明知道你们不会有结果，明知道你们有一天会分离，但你还是想奋不顾身拉住他的手，陪他走完一段路。
4.生活就是这样，你越是想要得到的东西，往往要到你不再追逐的时候才姗姗来迟。
5.要得到真正的快乐，我们只需拥有三样东西：有想做的事，有值得爱的人，有美丽的梦。
6.失望和生气怎么会一样，生气只是想被人哄，而失望是你说什么我都听不进去，开始理性思考这段感情存在的意义。
7.有时候，一个人想要的只是一只可握的手和一颗理解的心。
8.一个人最痛苦的就是，太重视别人了，甚至都忘记了自己也很特别。
9.人有时候会突然变得脆弱，突然地就不快乐，突然地被回忆里的某个细节揪住，突然地陷入深深的沉默 不想说话。
10.是你的，就是你的。越是紧握，越容易失去。我们努力了，珍惜了，问心无愧。其他的，交给命运。
11.人一生遇见太多人，没必要活在他们的眼神里，只要内心澄明，就永远不用讨好一个不懂你的人，就算全世界都否定你你也要相信你自己。
12.人生最美好的就是，找到那么一个人，虽然知道你所有的缺点、错误和不足，却仍然觉得你魅力四射。
13.无论发生什么，最重要的事情，是开心地享受生活
14.当你毫不怀疑地相信一个人，那么你最终有可能得到两种结果 ，要么得到一个值得信任一生的知己， 要么得到一个值得铭记一生的教训。
15.做有用的事，说勇敢的话，想美好的事，睡安稳的觉。把时间用在进步上，而不是抱怨上。
2、梦想经典抒情散文
童年的梦想，或崇高远大，或荒诞可笑。当我们长大之后，回顾那些形形色色的梦想，它们或成为了一套蝴蝶标本，或成为了一张过期的*，或成为了一张擦泪的纸巾。
当我和阔别多年的发小小虎相见的那天夜晚，我想起了被我遗忘的梦想。
那是暮春时节的一天夜晚，小虎突然给我打电话说他已经坐火车到了我所在的城市，让我去接他。我听后一阵惊喜，慌慌忙忙地赶到火车站，在人头攒动中望到他肩上背着旅行包，右手拉着黑色行李箱，一副饱经沧桑的神情。
“哎，我饿*！我可是午饭还没有吃，特意留着肚子等你请我吃饭。”小虎嚷着说。
“那好，咱们去酒店吧。今晚你喝醉了，我背你回去。”我笑着说。
“你别破费了，去夜市的大排档上随便吃一些。咱俩要几罐啤酒，再要些桶子鸡、黄焖鱼和酱牛肉。这次我来找你，不是为了海吃海喝，主要是想和你谈谈童年的梦想。”
“哎，咱们都老大不小的人了，还谈童年的梦想，你去和幼儿园的儿童们谈好了！你童年的时候还有梦想吗？我怎么没听你给我说过。”我一脸困惑，又感到好笑。
“我记得给你说过，你准是忘了。当时咱俩大约八九岁，放学后在小学的操场上摔纸四角玩。咱俩玩累了并肩坐在地上说话，你说你长大后想当个画家。当时你常常用铅笔画画，画得小鸟儿和花朵儿像模像样。我一直觉得你长大后准会成为像齐白石、徐悲鸿那样的大画家……我说我想在贾鲁河畔办个养鸭场，天天喂鸭子、卖鸭蛋。”
“唉，这些都是陈谷子烂芝麻的事情，我早忘掉了。”
夜市上灯火辉煌，人潮如涌。春夜的暖风吹散弥漫的油烟。我们一杯杯的啤酒下肚，敞开胸怀海说神聊。小虎说这七八年他在深圳打拼十分疲惫，他这次回到家乡*不再回去。我问他有什么打算，他俊朗的脸膛上露出一片赤诚的神情，他说：“前段时间我加班到凌晨二点钟**回到住处，车停到停车场以后我没有下车，闭上眼睛去静思。人只有在冷静的时候，心里才能沉淀一些有重量的`事情。我突然想起自己童年的梦想，又想到现在自己在城市里奔波忙碌。尽管外表光鲜，内心却千疮百孔。这并非我想要的生活。我顿悟人生短暂，不能再浪费时间了。当一个人为自己的梦想去生活的时候，他已经真正成熟了，也真正成功了，于是，第二天上午我决绝地向老板递交了辞职书，我打算回到家乡去追寻童年的梦想。”
他说完拿起酒杯，爽朗地说：“兄弟，干杯！祝贺我吧！”
“祝你成功！”我被他的智慧与魄力深深震撼。
灯光在酒杯里泛起一道道光影，倒映出我们微醺的笑脸。
那天晚上，我也想起了我童年的梦想。小时候我梦想着长大后成为一名画家，将大地山川、花鸟虫鱼画成锦绣的画卷。那天晚上我喝了很多酒，在沉沉的醉意里入睡，头脑陷入一片混沌的状态。
那年春节我回到家乡，小虎的养鸭场已经办了起来，他天天忙着喂鸭子、卖鸭蛋。尽管他很忙碌，却很快乐。
一天傍晚我独自步行到村子里的小学，橘黄色的余晖笼罩着寂静的校园。我隔着玻璃窗望到了教室里整整齐齐的桌椅，望到了讲桌与黑板。我回想起自己坐在课桌前听老师讲课的情景。转瞬之间，二十多年的光阴已经流逝了！
我呆呆地站在教室外，望到黑板上用粉笔写着“大自然是天才的画家，画出了巍峨的高山，画出了清清的溪水，画出了姹紫嫣红的花朵，画出了五彩缤纷的世界。”
我低声读了出来，读完以后想起自己童年时候一直梦想着长大后成为一名画家，然而我长大后梦想成了泡影。我想到这些便热泪盈眶。
在匆匆远去的时光里，很多梦想蜕变为眼泪，很多梦想蜕变为微笑，然而梦想最终蜕变为或明或暗的记忆。
3、名家散文经典美句摘抄短句集合29句
1、人生没有等出来的美丽，只有走出来的辉煌！
2、得之坦然，失之淡然，争取必然，顺其自然。
3、没有人爬山只为爬到山腰。为何甘于平庸呢？
4、只要自己变优秀了，其他的事情才会跟着好起来。
5、我只担心一件事，我怕我配不上自己所受的苦难。
6、没有谁能左右你的情绪，只有你自己不放过自己。
7、不要在小人小事上浪费时间，将军有剑，不斩苍蝇。
8、生命并不是为所欲为，有时候我们的承受要大于接受。
9、宽容，是一种坦荡，可以无私无畏，无拘无束，无尘无染。
10、成功要用理想去引路，要用创造力去开拓，要用汗水去浇灌。
11、努力从来不是为了什么狗屁梦想，就是见不得你们比我过得好。
12、当你真正爱一样东西的时候你就会发现语言多么的脆弱和无力。
13、所有*背后都是苦逼堆积的坚持；所有苦逼都是*般的不放弃。
14、人生的挫折困难有这么可怕吗？既然我来到这世上就没打算活着回去。
15、人生道路虽很曲折，却很美丽。只要你细心观看，就能饱尝沿途美景。
16、当你脑子里对你做的事，充满了激情和动力，你就已经成功一大半了！
17、传说有一种感情，纯纯似云，交错地美丽。像望不断的山水，袅袅；依依！
18、我活着不是为了取悦这个世界，而是为了用我自己的生活方式来取悦自己。
19、要留下人生足迹，就必须一步一个脚印；要少走人生弯路，就必须三思而行。
20、你但愿我在众里寻到你，使你知道，曾经迷惑我的，不是那一怎艳红，而是你。
21、无奈，生活总有不如意，天下没有不散的宴席，纵有千般不舍，也不得不放弃。
22、天地万物，不管是一粒沙，一根草，还是一座山，都有用自己生命去坚守的东西。
23、未曾清贫难做人，不经打击永天真。成熟不过是善于隐藏，沧桑不过是无泪有伤。
24、没有谁平白无故就活得风生水起，永远不要凭目之所及的表现去判定别人的生活。
25、任何人能把一件事坚持做到极致都是牛人，所以成功路上并不拥挤，因为坚持的人不多。
26、不后悔，莫过于做好三件事：一是知道如何选择；二是明白如何坚持；三是懂得如何珍惜。
27、你所做的事情，也许暂时看不到成果，但不要灰心或焦虑，你不是没有成长，而是在扎根。
28、剪不断的离愁千缕，理还乱的别绪无休。啊！恰便似遮不住的青山隐隐流不断的绿水悠悠！
29、这世界有太多的声音。城市在说，现实在说，过往的人在说。你可以聆听，却不能被淹没。
4、经典英语散文阅读汇总
Not everybody has patience. For some of us it is a process, meaning that it takes time to develop.
并非每个人都有耐心。对我们中的有些人来说，耐心是一个过程，也就是说它需要时间去培养。
But for all of us patience is a virtue1, meaning that it accompanies excellence and goodness. Being patient also means waiting and being willing to wait, which will bring forth patience and faith. When you can wait for anything, no matter how long it takes, then you have developed patience. The duanwenw.com more patience you have, the more you believe; and the more you believe, the more faith you have.
但对所有人而言，耐心都是一种美德，它与卓越和善良相伴。有耐心也指等待或情愿等待，这孕育出耐力和信念。当你能够为某事而等待，无论它花费多长时间，那么你便拥有了耐心。你越有耐心，就愈发相信;你越相信，就拥有越多的信念。
When one is going through something, no matter what, patience is always the key. Being patient helps one endure2 hardships, pain and other difficulties. Developing patience in any situation helps one stay calm, while directing one’s attention to possible solutions to the problem. Patience is hard for most people, but most of us need to learn it.
当一个人正有所经历，无论是什么事，耐心总是关键。有耐心能够帮你忍受艰难、痛苦和其他的困难。在任何情况下都拥有耐心能帮你保持镇静，引导你把注意力放到那些可能的解决之道上。对大多数人而言拥有耐心很难，但我们仍需学会它。
Whenever you’re going through difficulties, do your best to stay patient. Patience, faith, endurance, love and perseverance all go together. Don’t let anyone make you lose your patience. Stand up for it. It’s yours.
无论何时当你正遭受困境，竭尽全力去保持耐心。耐心、信念、忍耐、爱和坚持不懈总是相辅相成。不要让任何人令你失去耐心。维护它。它是你的!
Night is deadly boring under a roof; but in the open it passes lightly, with its stars, dews1 and perfumes, and the hours are marked by changes on the face of Nature.
在屋里，夜晚是死寂的单调时光;但是在露天的野外，因为有星星、露珠、还有野外芬芳的陪伴，黑夜得以轻快地流逝，大自然的变化赋予夜晚的每一刻不同的意义。
What seems a kind of temporary death to people choked between walls and curtains is a light and living slumber to someone sleeping in the open. All night long he can hear Nature breathing deeply and freely; even as she takes her rest, she turns and smiles. And then there is the stirring hour unknown to those who dwell in houses, when a wakeful influence goes abroad over the sleeping hemisphere, and all the outdoors gets to its feet.
禁锢在墙壁和窗帘之后的人觉得夜晚像一种短暂的死亡，而露宿野外的人会觉得夜晚就是一场充满生机的小睡。整个夜晚，他都可以听见大自然深沉而自由的呼吸，大自然即便是在休息时间，仍不停运转，并面带微笑。当沉睡的半球苏醒，室外万物复苏，而这种激动人心的时刻是在屋内熟睡的人所不知道的。
Then the cock first crows, not to announce the dawn, but like a cheerful watchman speeding the course of night. Cattle awake on the meadows; sheep break their fast3 on dewy hillsides, and find new lairs4 among the plants; and the houseless men who have made their beds outdoors open their eyes and appreciate the beauty of the night.
雄鸡最先啼鸣，然而这并非报晓，而更像是一名欢快的守夜者催赶着黑夜的脚步。草地上的牛群醒来;挂满露珠的山坡上羊群开始进食，并开始寻找它们的“新家”;而那些无家可归、露宿在外的人也睁开双眼，欣赏即将逝去的美丽夜色。
散文佳作汉译英翻译赏析：Is the Ear Less Reliable than the Eye
散文佳作汉译英翻译赏析：Is the Ear Less Reliable than the Eye?耳闻不如一见-顾均正(双语)
Is the Ear Less Reliable than the Eye?耳闻不如一见
——从焦尾琴谈起
——About the Story of Jiao Wei Qin
顾均正
Gu Jun zheng
在郭老(1)新编的话剧“蔡文姬”里，提到了蔡文姬的父亲蔡邕(yōng)(2)所造的那张焦尾琴。最近我看了“蔡文姬”的演出，自然而然想起了焦尾琴，想起了关于焦尾琴的故事： In the play Cai Wenji, newly written by venerable Guo Moruo, reference is made to jiao wen qin, a zithern partly made of scorched wood by Cai Yong, father of Cai Wenji.
Recently, after I saw the play on the stage, my mind naturally went to jiao wen qin and its story.
蔡邕因为不愿趋附权贵(3)，怕被人陷害，曾经亡命江南，往来于吴会之间(今江、浙一带)，计十二年。据说他在吴(今苏州)的时候，有一天听见邻家烧饭的柴火中发出一种爆裂的声音，他熟悉这种声音，知道这声音来自一种极好的桐木，这种桐木是造琴(4)的材料。他就跟邻家主人商量，把这段烧焦了的桐木要了来，造成一张琴。这张琴弹起来果然非常好听。因为它的一端(5)是烧焦的，所以大家都叫它焦尾琴。
Cai Yong disliked playing up to bigwigs and, to avoid frame-ups, he went into exile in the South, wandering about for twelve years in Jiangsu and Zhejiang Provinces. It is said that one day during his stay in Suzhou when he heard the crackling of firewood from his next-door neighbour at cooking time, he knew the familiar sound came from paulownia, a kind of choice wood best for making zitherns. Now, talking it over with his neighbour, he was given the piece of scorched wood, which he subsequently made into a zithern. This musical instrument, when played, turned out to be extremely pleasant to the ear. People called it jiao wei qin because the tail of its sound-board was made of scorched wood.
当我想起这个故事的时候，使我对“耳闻不如目见”这句成语不能不有所怀疑。的确，我们认识这个物质世界，有时候不是用眼睛来看而是用耳朵来听的。蔡邕能够从木材燃烧时发出的爆裂声来辨别木材的好坏，充分说明了“耳闻”不一定“不如目见”。当然，“耳闻不如目见”这句话的原意是指间接经验不如直接经验那样可靠，这是完全正确的。但是，如果对这句话只是从字面上来理解，认为耳朵听到的总不如眼睛看见的那样可靠，那对耳朵来说，却是极大的冤枉(6)。
When I think of the story, I cannot help having doubts about the validity of the proverb, “Seeing is better than hearing.” Fact is, to know the material world, we sometimes use not the eye, but the ear. That Cai Yong could tell the quality of wood by listening to its crackling sound while it was burning in the kitchen stove makes it crystal clear that “hearing” is not necessarily less reliable that “seeing”. The above-mentioned proverb literally means that secondhand experience is less reliable than firsthand experience, which is perfectly true. But, if we should take this saying at its face value and regard the ear as invariably less reliable than the eye, we shall do the former a gross injustice.
我们应该承认，眼睛是直接经验的主要来源，可是我们也承认，眼睛是最会骗人的。举一个极普通的例子来说，我们大家觉得早晨的太阳比中午的太阳大得多，可是如果你用照相机给太阳在早晨和中午各照一个相，你就会发现摄得的相片是一样大小的。谁会想到，在这个每天接触到的日常现象上，从古到今，无论是什么人，无论在什么地方，都一直在受着眼睛的骗?并且骗得我们好苦，不但古代的大学问家如孔子，没有能回答(7)为什么早晨的太阳看起来会大于中午的太阳，连现代的科学家，对这个问题也不曾有一个令人十分满意的解释。这个现象对迷信眼睛的人来说，是一个有力的讽刺。
While we agree that the eye is the main source of direct experience, we must admit that it is also most misleading. Take a most common example. We all agree that the sun is much bigger in the early morning than at noon. But if we take a photo of it in the early morning and at noon respectively, we shall find it of the same size in both cases. Who would have thought that, when it comes to this common phenomenon in our daily life, people the world over should have been fooled by their own eyes ever since time
immemorial? The optical illusion has indeed landed us in indescribable trouble. Not only were great ancient sages like Confucius stumped by the question why the sun was seemingly bigger in the early morning than at noon, even scientists of today have failed to give a wholly satisfactory explanation. This is a keen satire on those having blind faith in the eye.
当然，我们这样说，并不是要否定眼睛的作用。我们只是说明，眼睛虽然有非常广阔的活动范围，可是它是有缺点的。我们不能迷信眼睛，小看了耳朵的作用。耳朵的活动范围虽然小，可是它的作用也不只是听听讲话，听听音乐。它还有其他的特殊功用。在某种场合，它不但无愧于(8) “以耳代目”这句话，而且比眼睛做得更好。
Of course I do not mean to deny the role played by the eye. All I want to show is that although the eye has an extremely wide scope of activities, it is, nevertheless, far from being faultless. We should, therefore, never over-trust the eye and underestimate the usefulness of the ear.Although the ear has a smaller scope of activities, its functions are not confined to listening to conversation or music only. It has other specific functions of its own. Under certain circumstances, it is not only worthy of the saying, “Let the ear do duty for the eye,” it can even excel the eye.
I was up the next morning be fore1 the October sunrise, and away through the wild and the woodland. The rising of the sun was noble in the cold and warmth of it peeping down the spread of light, he raised his shoulder heavily over the edge of grey mountain and wavering length of upland. Beneath his gaze the dew-fogs dipped, and crept to crept to the hollow places; then stole away in line and column, holding skirts, and clinging subtly at the sheltering corners where rock hung over grassland2, while the brave lines of the hills came forth3, one beyond other gliding4.
The woods arose in folds, like drapery(布料) of awakened5(觉醒的) mountains, stately with a depth of awe6, and memory of the tempests. Autumn's mellow7(圆润的) hand was upon them, as they owned already, touched with gold and red and olive, and their joy towards the sun was less to a bridegroom than a father.
Yet before the floating impress of the woods could clear it self, suddenly the gladsome(高兴的) light leaped over hill and valley, casting amber8, blue, and purple, and a tint9 of rich red rose; according to the scene they lit on, and the curtain flung around; yet all alike dispelling10 fear and the cloven hoof11 of darkness, all on the wings of hope advancing, and proclaiming, "God is here!" then life and joy sprang reassured12 from every crouching13 hollow; every flower, and bud and bird had a fluttering sense of them; and all the flashing of God's gaze merged14 into soft beneficence.
So, perhaps, shall break upon us that eternal morning, when crag(峭壁) and chasm15(峡谷) shall be no more, neither hill and valley, nor great unvintaged ocean; but all things shall arise, and shine in the light of the Father's countenance16(支持，赞同), because itself is risen.
5、经典英语散文：咏诵
The biggest obstacle in my Ashram experience is not meditation, actually. That's difficult, of course, but not murderous. There's something even harder for me here. The murderous thing is what we do every morning after meditation and before breakfast (my God, but these mornings are long)—a chant called the Gurugita. Richard calls it "The Geet." I have so much trouble with The Geet. I do not like it at all, never have, not since the first time I heard it sung at the Ashram in upstate New York. I love all the other chants and hymns of this Yogic tradition, but the Gurugita feels long, tedious, sonorous and insufferable. That's just my opinion, of course; other people claim to love it, though I can't fathom why.
事实上，我的道场经验之障碍并非禅坐。禅坐自然不容易，却不是深重的灾难。有件事对我而言更为困难。最要命的是，每天清晨禅坐之后、早饭之前的事(天啊，这些早晨可真长)——一种叫“古鲁梵歌”(Gurugita)的咏诵。理查称之为“声乐”(TheGeet)。“声乐”给了我不少麻烦。我一点也不喜欢，也不曾喜欢，打从我在纽约上州的道场头一次听见它的曲调就不喜欢。我喜爱这个瑜伽传统的其他吟唱，然而古鲁梵歌给人的感觉却是冗长、累赘、铿锵、难受。这当然只是我的看法，有些人宣称喜爱它，尽管我不明白为什么。
The Gurugita is 182 verses long, for crying out loud (and sometimes I do), and each verse is a paragraph of impenetrable Sanskrit. Together with the preamble chant and the wrap-up chorus, the entire ritual takes about an hour and half to perform. This is before breakfast, re-member, and after we have already had an hour of meditation and a twenty-minute chanting of the first morning hymn. The Gurugita is basically the reason you have to get up at 3:00 AM around here.
古鲁梵歌有一百八十二节之长，必须大声吟唱(有时我真这么做)，而每一节都是不容探知的梵语篇章。加上序曲的吟诵和总结的合唱，整个仪式的进行大约会花费一个半小时。别忘了，这可是在早餐之前，在我们已花了一小时禅坐、二十分钟咏唱第一段晨祷之后。古鲁梵歌基本上是待在这儿的你必须清晨三点起床的原因。
I don't like the tune, and I don't like the words. Whenever I tell anyone around the Ashram this, they say, "Oh, but it's so sacred!" Yes, but so is the Book of Job, and I don't choose to sing the thing aloud every morning before breakfast.
我不喜欢其曲调，我不喜欢歌词。每回跟道场哪个人这么说，他们总说“喔，可是它非常神圣哪!”没错，但《约伯记》也很神圣，我可没选择每天早餐前大声吟唱。
The Gurugita does have an impressive spiritual lineage; it's an excerpt from a holy ancient scripture of Yoga called the Skanda Purana, most of which has been lost, and little of which has been translated out of Sanskrit. Like much of Yogic scripture, it's written in the form of a conversation, an almost Socratic dialogue. The conversation is between the goddess Parvati and the almighty, all-encompassing god Shiva. Parvati and Shiva are the divine embodiment of creativity (the feminine) and consciousness (the masculine). She is the generative energy of the universe; he is its formless wisdom. Whatever Shiva imagines, Parvati brings to life. He dreams it; she materializes it. Their dance, their union (their Yoga), is both the cause of the universe and its manifestation.
古鲁梵歌的确有个令人敬畏的神圣*;它节自瑜伽经典《塞犍陀往世书》(SkandaPurana)，此经典大半已流失，从梵语译成其他语言的部分寥寥无几。如同多数瑜伽经典，是以对话形式书写而成，一种类似苏格拉底的对答模式。对话者是女神巴瓦娣(Parvati)和全能全容的湿婆神。巴瓦娣女神与湿婆神是创造(女性)与知觉(男性)的化身。她是宇宙的生殖能力;他则是无形的智慧。不论湿婆想什么，巴瓦娣都能赋之予生命。他想象;她则予以实现。他们的舞蹈，他们的结合(他们的瑜伽)，是宇宙的起因及其表现。
In the Gurugita, the goddess is asking the god for the secrets of worldly fulfillment, and he is telling her. It bugs me, this hymn. I had hoped my feelings about the Gurugita would change during my stay at the Ashram. I'd hoped that putting it in an Indian context would cause me to learn how to love the thing. In fact, the opposite has happened. Over the few weeks that I've been here, my feelings about the Gurugita have shifted from simple dislike to solid dread. I've started skipping it and doing other things with my morning that I think are much better for my spiritual growth, like writing in my journal, or taking a shower, or calling my sister back in Pennsylvania and seeing how her kids are doing.
在古鲁梵歌当中，巴瓦娣女神请湿婆神告诉她世俗成就的秘密，于是他告诉她。这首赞诗教我讨厌。我原以为自己对古鲁梵歌的感觉在入住道场期间能有所改变。我原本希望在印度的背景下，能让自己学会如何喜爱它。事实上却适得其反。我在此地的这几个礼拜，对古鲁梵歌的观感从单纯的嫌恶转变成心惊胆颤。我开始逃开它，把早晨用来做自己认为更有益心灵成长的事情，比方说写日记，或淋浴，或打电话给宾州的姐姐，问她的孩子们好不好。
Richard from Texas always busts me for skipping out. "I noticed you were absent from The Geet this morning," he'll say, and I'll say, "I am communicating with God in other ways," and he'll say, "By sleeping in, you mean?"
德州理查老是逮到我逃课“我发现你今天没去吟诵‘声乐’。”他说。我答：“我用其他方式和神沟通。”他说：“你是说，睡懒觉的方式?”
英语散文欣赏：父爱无边
My father was a self-taught mandolin player. He was one of the best string instrument players in our town. He could not read music, but if he heard a tune a few times, he could play it. When he was younger, he was a member of a small country music band. They would play at local dances and on a few occasions would play for the local radio station. He often told us how he had auditioned and earned a position in a band that featured Patsy Cline as their lead singer. He told the family that after he was hired he never went back. Dad was a very religious man. He stated that there was a lot of drinking and cursing the day of his audition and he did not want to be around that type of environment.
Occasionally, Dad would get out his mandolin and play for the family. We three children: Trisha, Monte and I, George Jr., would often sing along. Songs such as the Tennessee Waltz, Harbor Lights and around Christmas time, the well-known rendition of Silver Bells. "Silver Bells, Silver Bells, its Christmas time in the city" would ring throughout the house. One of Dad's favorite hymns was "The Old Rugged Cross". We learned the words to the hymn when we were very young, and would sing it with Dad when he would play and sing. Another song that was often shared in our house was a song that accompanied the Walt Disney series: Davey Crockett. Dad only had to hear the song twice before he learned it well enough to play it. "Davey, Davey Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier" was a favorite song for the family. He knew we enjoyed the song and the program and would often get out the mandolin after the program was over. I could never get over how he could play the songs so well after only hearing them a few times. I loved to sing, but I never learned how to play the mandolin. This is something I regret to this day.
Dad loved to play the mandolin for his family he knew we enjoyed singing, and hearing him play. He was like that. If he could give pleasure to others, he would, especially his family. He was always there, sacrificing his time and efforts to see that his family had enough in their life. I had to mature into a man and have children of my own before I realized how much he had sacrificed.
I joined the United States Air Force in January of 1962. Whenever I would come home on leave, I would ask Dad to play the mandolin. Nobody played the mandolin like my father. He could touch your soul with the tones that came out of that old mandolin. He seemed to shine when he was playing. You could see his pride in his ability to play so well for his family.
When Dad was younger, he worked for his father on the farm. His father was a farmer and sharecropped a farm for the man who owned the property. In 1950, our family moved from the farm. Dad had gained employment at the local limestone quarry. When the quarry closed in August of 1957, he had to seek other employment. He worked for Owens Yacht Company in Dundalk, Maryland and for Todd Steel in Point of Rocks, Maryland. While working at Todd Steel, he was involved in an accident. His job was to roll angle iron onto a conveyor so that the welders farther up the production line would have it to complete their job. On this particular day Dad got the third index finger of his left hand mashed between two pieces of steel. The doctor who operated on the finger could not save it, and Dad ended up having the tip of the finger amputated. He didn't lose enough of the finger where it would stop him picking up anything, but it did impact his ability to play the mandolin.
After the accident, Dad was reluctant to play the mandolin. He felt that he could not play as well as he had before the accident. When I came home on leave and asked him to play he would make excuses for why he couldn't play. Eventually, we would wear him down and he would say "Okay, but remember, I can't hold down on the strings the way I used to" or "Since the accident to this finger I can't play as good". For the family it didn't make any difference that Dad couldn't play as well. We were just glad that he would play. When he played the old mandolin it would carry us back to a cheerful, happier time in our lives. "Davey, Davey Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier", would again be heard in the little town of Bakerton, West Virginia.
In August of 1993 my father was diagnosed with inoperable lung cancer. He chose not to receive chemotherapy treatments so that he could live out the rest of his life in dignity. About a week before his death, we asked Dad if he would play the mandolin for us. He made excuses but said "okay". He knew it would probably be the last time he would play for us. He tuned up the old mandolin and played a few notes. When I looked around, there was not a dry eye in the family. We saw before us a quiet humble man with an inner strength that comes from knowing God, and living with him in one's life. Dad would never play the mandolin for us again. We felt at the time that he wouldn't have enough strength to play, and that makes the memory of that day even stronger. Dad was doing something he had done all his life, giving. As sick as he was, he was still pleasing others. Dad sure could play that Mandolin!
英文散文阅读：坚持不懈，直到成功
I will persist until I succeed. 坚持不懈。直到成功。
In the Orient young bulls are tested for the fight arena in a certain manner. Each is brought to the ring and allowed to attack a picador who pricks them with a lance. The bravery of each bull is then rated with care according to the number of times he demonstrates his willingness to charge in spite of the sting of the blade. Henceforth will I recognize that each day I am tested by life in like manner. If I persist, if I continue to try, if I continue to charge forward, I will succeed.
在古老的东方，挑选小公牛列竞技场格斗有一定的程序、它们被带进场地，向手持长矛的斗牛士攻击，裁判以它受激后再向斗牛士进攻的次数多寡来评定这只公牛的勇敢程度。从今往后。我须承认，我的生命每天都在接受类似的考验。如果我坚韧不拔，勇往直前，迎接挑战。那么我一定会成功。
I will persist until I succeed. 坚持不懈。直到成功。
I was not delivered unto this world in defeat, nor does failure course in my veins. I am not a sheep waiting to be prodded by my shepherd. I am a lion and I refuse to talk, to walk, to sleep with the sheep. I will hear not those who weep and complain, for their disease is contagious. Let them join the sheep. The slaughterhouse of failure is not my destiny.
我不是为了失败才来到这个世界上的，我的血管里也没有失败的血液在流动。我不是任人鞭打的羔羊，我是猛狮，不与羊群为伍。我不想听失意者的哭泣，抱怨者的牢**，这是羊群中的瘟疫，我不能被它传染。失败者的屠宰场不是我命运的归宿。
I will persist until I succeed. 坚持不懈，直到成功。
The prizes of life are at the end of each journey, not near the beginning; and it is not given to me to know how many steps are necessary in order to reach my goal. Failure I may still encounter at the thousandth step, yet success hides behind the next bend in the road. Never will I know how close it lies unless I turn the corner.
生命的奖赏远在旅途终点，而非起点附近。我不知道要走多少步才能达到目标。踏上第一千步的时候，仍然可能遭到失败。但成功就藏在拐角后面，除非拐了弯，我永远不知道还有多远。
Always will I take another step. If that is of no avail I will take another, and yet another. In truth, one step at a time is not too difficult.
再前进一步，如果没有用，就再向前一步。事实上，每次进步一点点并不太难。
I will persist until I succeed. 坚持不懈，直到成功。
Henceforth, I will consider each day's effort as but one blow of my blade against a mighty oak. The first blow may cause not a tremor in the wood, nor the second, nor the third. Each blow, of itself, may be trifling, and seem of no consequence. Yet from childish swipes the oak will eventually tumble. So it will be with my efforts of today.
从今往后，我承认每天的奋斗就像对参天大树的一次砍击，头几刀可能了无痕迹。每一击者似微不足道，然而，累积起来，巨树终会倒下。这恰如我今天的努力。
I will be liken to the raindrop which washes away the mountain; the ant who devours a tiger; the star which brightens the earth; the slave who builds a pyramid. I will build my castle one brick at a time for I know that small attempts, repeated, will complete any undertaking.
就像冲洗高山的雨滴，吞噬猛虎的蚂蚁，照亮大地的星辰，建起金字塔的奴隶，我也要一砖一瓦地建造起自己的城堡，因为我深知水滴石穿的道理，只要持之以恒，什么都可以做到。
I will persist until I succeed. 坚持不懈，直到成功。
I will never consider defeat and I will remove from my vocabulary such words and phrases as quit, cannot, unable, impossible, out of the question, improbable, failure, unworkable, hopeless, and retreat; for they are the words of fools. I will avoid despair but if this disease of the mind should infect me then I will work on in despair. I will toil and I will endure. I will ignore the obstacles at my feet and keep mine eyes on the goals above my head, for I know that where dry desert ends, green grass grows.
我绝不考虑失败，我的字典里不再有放弃，不可能、办不到、没法子、成问题、失败，行不通、没希望、退缩…这类愚蠢的字眼。我要尽量避免绝望，一旦受到它的威胁，立即想方设法向它挑战。我要辛勤耕耘，忍受苦楚。我放眼未来，勇往直前，不再理会脚下的障碍。我坚信，沙漠尽头必是绿洲。
I will persist until I succeed. 坚持不懈，直到成功。
I will remember the ancient law of averages and I will bend it to my good. I will persist with knowledge that each failure to sell will increase my chance for success at the next attempt. Each nay I hear will bring me closer to the sound of yea. Each frown I meet only prepares me for the smile to come. Each misfortune I encounter will carry in it the seed of tomorrow's good luck. I must have the night to appreciate the day. I must fail often to succeed only once.
我要牢牢记住古老的平衡法则，鼓励自己坚持下去，因为每一次的失败都会增加下一次成功的机会。这一次的拒绝就是下一次的赞同，这一次皱起的眉头就是下一次舒展的笑容。今天的不幸，往往预示着明天的好运。夜幕降临。回想一天的遭遇。我总是心存感激。我深知，只有失败多次，才能成功。
I will persist until I succeed. 坚持不懈，直到成功。
I will try, and try, and try again. Each obstacle I will consider as a mere detour to my goal and a challenge to my profession. I will persist and develop my skills as the mariner develops his, by learning to ride out the wrath of each storm.
我要尝试，尝试，再尝试。障碍是我成功路上的弯路，我迎接这项挑战。我要像水手一样，乘风破浪。
I will persist until I succeed. 坚持不懈，直到成功。
Henceforth, I will learn and apply another secret of those who excel in my work. When each day is ended, not regarding whether it has been a success or a failure, I will attempt to achieve one more sale. When my thoughts beckon my tired body homeward I will resist the temptation to depart. I will try again. I will make one more attempt to close with victory, and if that fails I will make another. Never will I allow any day to end with a failure. Thus will I plant the seed of tomorrow's success and gain an insurmountable advantage over those who cease their labor at a prescribed time. When others cease their struggle, the mine will begin, and my harvest will be full.
从今往后，我要借鉴别人成功的秘诀。过去的是非成败，我全不计较，只抱定信念，明天会更好。当我精疲力歇时，我要抵制回家的诱惑，再试一次。我一试再试。争取每一天的成功，避免以失败收场。我要为明天的成功播种，超过那些按部就班的人。在别人停滞不前时，我继续拼搏，终有一天我会丰收。“
I will persist until I succeed. 坚持不懈，直到成功。
Nor will I allow yesterday's success to lull me into today's complacency, for this is the great foundation of failure. I will forget the happenings of the day that is gone, whether they were good or bad, and greet the new sun with confidence that this will be the best day of my life.
我不因昨日的成功而满足，因为这是失败的先兆。我要忘却昨日的一切，是好是坏，都让它随风而去。我信心百倍，迎接新的太阳，相信“今天是此生的一天”。
So long as there is breath in me, that long will I persist. For now I know one of the greatest principles of success; if I persist long enough I will win.
只要我一息尚存，就要坚持到底，因为我已深知成功的秘诀。
I will persist. I will win.
坚持不懈，终会成功。
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