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亨利·大卫·梭罗HenryDavidThoreau

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准则，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。

本文即选自此书。

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1.creak[kri:k]v.发出咯吱咯吱声

2.tread[tred]v.踏

3.creep[kri:p]v.爬行；慢慢地移动

4.loiter['l?it?]v.闲**；虚度

5.forlorn[f?'l?:n]adj.被遗弃的

Thewilymurmuredthroughtheblinds，orpuffedwithfeatherysoftnessagainstthewindows，andoallysighedlikeasummerzephyrliftingtheleavesalong，thelivelongnight.Themeadotinhisshesod，theowlhassatinahollowtreeihes，therabbit，thesquirrel，andthefoxhaveallbeehewatch-doghaslaihehearth，alehavestoodsilealls.Theearthitselfhasslept，asitwereitsfirst，notitslastsleep，savewhesignorwoodhousedoorhasfaintlycreakeduponitshinge，gforlorhermidnightwork—theonlysouVenusandMars—advertisingusofaremoteinwardwarmth，adivinedfellowship，wheregether，butwhereitisverybleakformentostand.Butwhiletheearthhasslumbered，alltheairhasbeehfeatheryflakesdesg，asifsomenorthernCeresreigned，shhersilverygraihefields.

Wesleep，ahawaketothestillrealityofawinterm.Thesnowlieswarmasordownuponthewindowsill;thebroadenedsashandfrostedpaadima，whiugcheerwithiillhemisimpressive.Thefloorderourfeetaswemovetotolookabrhsomeclearspaceoverthefields，weseetheroofsstaheirsheeavesaalactitesofsnow，aandstalagmitesgsomecealedcore.Thetreesandshrubsrearwhitearmstotheskyoneveryside;andallsandfeastisstretfrolicgambolsacrosstheduskylandscape，asifrewnherfreshdesighefieldsbynightasmodelsforman’sart.

&lyweunlatchthedthedriftfallin，andstepabroadtofacethegair.Alreadythestarshavelostsomeoftheirsparkle，andadull，leadenmistskirtsthehorizon.Aluridbrazenlightiproclaimstheapproachofday，whiletheeisdimaill，andasomberTartareanlight，liketheshadowyrealms.Theyareinfernalsoundsonlythatyouhear—thegofcocks，thebarkingofdogs，thegofwood，thelowingofkioPluto’sbarnyardaheStyx—notforanymela，buttheirtwilightbustleistoosolemnandmysteriousforearth.Therettracksofthefoxorotter，intheyard，remindusthateachhourofthenightiscrowdedwithevents，andtheprimevalillwandmakingtratheshegate，wetreadbrisklyalongtheloryrthedryandowunderourfeet，orarousedbythesharp，clearcreakofthewoodsled，juststartimarket，fromtheearlyfarmer’sdoor，whereithaslainthesummerlamidthedstubble;whilefarthroughthedriftsandpoeseethefarmer’searlydle，likeapaledstar，emittingalonelybeam，asifsomeseverevirtuewereatitsmatinsthere.Ahesmokesbegiheeysamidthetreesandsnows.

&hesoundofwoodgatthefarmers’doors，faroverthefrozehebayingofthehouse-dog，aofthecock—thoughthethinandfrostyairlythefiiclesofsoundtoourears，withshortaions，asthewavessubsidesoohepurestaliquids，inwhichgrosssubstaothebottom.Theyedbell-like，andfromagreaterdistahehorizons，asiftherewerefewerimpedimentsthaomakethemfaintahegroundissonorous，likeseasonedwood，aheordinaryruralsoundsaremelodious，andthejinglihetreesissweetandliquid.Thereistheleastpossiblemoistureimosphere，allbeingdriedupealed，anditisofsuchextremetenuityaythatitbeesasourceofdelight.Thewithdrawnandtenseskyseemsgroiheaislesofacathedral，andthepolishedairsparklesasiftherewerecrystalsofiginit.Astheywhohaveresidediellusthatwheheseasmokeslikeburningturf-land，andafogormistarises，oke，”

whigsmokefrequeersonthefads，andisverypernicioustothehealth.”

Butthispure，stingingelixirtothelungs，andnotsomuistasacrystallizedmidsummerhaze，refinedandpurifiedbycold.

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Iureisaetofcuriosities，fullofdriedspetheirnaturalorderandposition.Themeadowsasareahortussiccus.Theleavesaalypressedbytheairwithum，andthebird’shungonanartificialtwig，butwheretheybuiltthem.

Butnoehaveloitered，thecloudshavegatheredagain，aragglingsnowflakesarebeginningtodesd.Fasteraheyfall，shuttiht.Thesnowfallsoneverywoodandfield，andnocreviceisfotten;bytheriverandthepond，onthehillandinthevalley.Quadrupedsareedtotheirdthebirdssitupohispeacefulhour.Thereisnotsomudasiher，butsilentlyandgraduallyeveryslope，andthegraywallsahepolishedidthesereleaves，whiotburiedbefore，aredthetraesarelost.Withsolittleeffortdoesherruleandblotoutthetraen.HearhowHomerhasdescribedthesame:“Theshidfastonawinter’sday.Thewindsarelulled，andthesnowfallsi，gthetopsofthemountains，andthehills，andtheplaiustreegrows，aedfields，andtheyarefallisahefoamiaresilentlydissolvedbythewaves.”

Theshings，andinfoldsthemdeeperinthebosomofnature，as，inthesletatiootheeemple，asofthedhelpshertoprevailoverart.

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微风缓缓地吹着百叶窗，吹在窗上，非常温柔，像羽毛似的，偶尔也会犹如几声叹息，听起来像夏日漫漫长夜里风轻抚着树叶的声音。

在铺着草皮的地下，田鼠正在地洞里呼呼大睡，猫头鹰则在沼泽地深处的一棵空心树里蹲着，兔子、松鼠、狐狸都待在家里。

看门的狗静静地躺在暖炉旁，牛羊在栏圈里悄无声息。

连大地都在沉睡——但这不是寿终正寝，而是忙碌一年后第一次美美地睡上一觉。

夜已经深了，大自然还在忙碌着，只有街上一些招牌或小木屋的门轴不时嘎吱嘎吱地响，给沉寂的大自然带来一点慰藉。

也只有这些声音，预示着在茫茫宇宙中，在金星和火星之间，天地万物还有一些是清醒的。

我们想起了看似遥远却也许近在心中的“温暖感觉”

，还有那些只有天神们在相聚时才能感受到的——一种神圣的鼓舞和难得的交情，而这些对于凡人是不胜苍凉的。

大地此刻在酣睡，可是空气还很活跃，鹅毛大雪漫天飞舞，好像是一个北方的五谷女神，正在把她的银种子撒在我们的田野上。