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優(yōu)美散文中英對照：是活還是不活
"To be or not to be". Outside the Bible, these six words are the most famous in all the literature of the world. They were spoken by Hamlet when he was thinking aloud, and they are the most famous words in Shakespeare because Hamlet was speaking not only for himself but also for every thinking man and woman. To be or not to be, to live or not to live, to live richly and abundantly and eagerly, or to live dully and meanly and scarcely. A philosopher once wanted to know whether he was alive or not, which is a good question for everyone to put to himself occasionally. He answered it by saying: "I think, therefore am."
But the best definition of existence ever saw did another philosopher who said: "To be is to be in relations." If this true, then the more relations a living thing has, the more it is alive. To live abundantly means simply to increase the range and intensity of our relations. Unfortunately we are so constituted that we get to love our routine. But apart from our regular occupation how much are we alive? If you are interest-ed only in your regular occupation, you are alive only to that extent. So far as other things are concerned--poetry and prose, music, pictures, sports, unselfish friendships, politics, international affairs--you are dead.
Contrariwise, it is true that every time you acquire a new interest--even more, a new accomplishment--you increase your power of life. No one who is deeply interested in a large variety of subjects can remain un-happy, the real pessimist is the person who has lost interest.
Bacon said that a man dies as often as he loses a friend. But we gain new life by contacts, new friends. What is supremely true of living objects is only less true of ideas, which are also alive. Where your thoughts are, there will your live be also. If your thoughts are confined only to your business, only to your physical welfare, only to the narrow circle of the town in which you live, then you live in a narrow cir-conscribed life. But if you are interested in what is going on in China, then you are living in China~ if you’re interested in the characters of a good novel, then you are living with those highly interesting people, if you listen intently to fine music, you are away from your immediate surroundings and living in a world of passion and imagination.
To be or not to be--to live intensely and richly, merely to exist, that depends on ourselves. Let widen and intensify our relations. While we live, let live!
“是活還是不活。”如果把《圣經(jīng)》除外，這六個字便是整個世界文學(xué)中最有名的六個字了。這六個字是哈姆雷特一次喃喃自語時說的，而這六個字也就成了莎士比亞作品中最有名的幾個字了，因為這里哈姆雷特不僅道出了他自己的心聲，同時也代表了一切有思想的男男女女。是活還是不活——是要生活還是不要生活，是要生活得豐滿充實，興致勃勃，還是只是活得枯燥委瑣，貧乏無味。一位哲人一次曾想弄清他自己是否是在活著，這個問題我們每個人也大可不時地問問我們自己。這位哲學(xué)家對此的答案是：“我思故我在。”
但是關(guān)于生存我所見過的一條最好的定義卻是另一位哲學(xué)家下的：“生活即是聯(lián)系。”如果這話不假的話，那么一個有生命者的聯(lián)系越多，它也就越有生氣。所謂要活得豐富充實也即是要擴(kuò)大和加強(qiáng)我們的各種聯(lián)系。不幸的是，我們往往會因為天性不夠豐厚而容易陷入自己的陳規(guī)舊套。試問除去我們的日常工作，我們的真正生活又有多少?如果你只是對你的日常工作才有興趣，那你的生趣也就很有限了。至于在其它事物方面一比如詩歌、散文、音樂、美術(shù)、體育、無私的友誼、政治與國際事務(wù)，等等——你只是死人一個。
但反過來說，每當(dāng)你獲得一種新的興趣——甚至一項新的造詣——你就增長了你的生活本領(lǐng)。一個能對許許多多事物都深感興趣的人是不可能總不愉快的，真正的悲觀者只能是那些喪失興趣的人。
培根曾講過，一個人失去朋友即是死亡。但是憑著交往，憑著新朋，我們就能獲得再生。這條對于活人可謂千真萬確的道理在一定程度上也完全適用于人的思想，它們也都是活的。你的思想所在，你的生命便也在那里。如果你的思想不出你的業(yè)務(wù)范圍，不出你的物質(zhì)利益，不出你所在城鎮(zhèn)的狹隘圈子，那么你的一生便也只是多方受著局限的狹隘的一生。但是如果你對當(dāng)前中國那里所發(fā)生的種種感到興趣，那么你便可說也活在中國;如果你對一本佳妙小說中的人物感到興趣，你便是活在一批極有趣的人們中間;如果你能全神貫注地聽點好的音樂，你就會超脫出你的周圍環(huán)境而活在一個充滿激情與想象的神奇世界之中。
是活還是不活——活得熱烈活得豐富，還是只是簡單存在，這就全在我們自己。但愿我們都能不斷闊展和增強(qiáng)我們的各種聯(lián)系。只要一天我們活著，就要一天是在活著。
優(yōu)美散文中英對照：生命的過客
When he told me he was leaving I felt like a vase which has just smashed. There were pieces of me all over the tidy, tan tiles. He kept talking, telling me why he was leaving, explaining it was for the best, I could do better, it was his fault and not mine. I had heard it before many times and yet somehow was still not immune; perhaps one did not become immune to such felony.
He left and I tried to get on with my life. I filled the kettle and put it on to boil, I took out my old red mug and filled it with coffee watching as each coffee granule slipped in to the bone china. That was what my life had been like, endless omissions of coffee granules, somehow never managing to make that cup of coffee.
Somehow when the kettle piped its finishing warning I pretended not to hear it. That’s what Mike’s leaving had been like, sudden and with an awful finality. I would rather just wallow in uncertainty than have things finished. I laughed at myself. Imagine getting all philosophical and sentimental about a mug of coffee. I must be getting old.
And yet it was a young woman who stared back at me from the mirror. A young woman full of promise and hope, a young woman with bright eyes and full lips just waiting to take on the world. I never loved Mike anyway. Besides there are more important things. More important than love, I insist to myself firmly. The lid goes back on the coffee just like closure on the whole Mike experience.
He doesn’t haunt my dreams as I feared that night. Instead I am flying far across fields and woods, looking down on those below me. Suddenly I fall to the ground and it is only when I wake up that I realize I was shot by a hunter, brought down by the burden of not the bullet but the soul of the man who shot it. I realize later, with some degree of understanding, that Mike was the hunter holding me down and I am the bird that longs to fly. The next night my dream is similar to the previous nights, but without the hunter. I fly free until I meet another bird who flies with me in perfect harmony. I realize with some relief that there is a bird out there for me, there is another person, not necessarily a lover perhaps just a friend, but there is someone out there who is my soul mate. I think about being a broken vase again and realize that I have glued myself back together, what Mike has is merely a little part of my time in earth, a little understanding of my physical being. He has only, a little piece of me.
當(dāng)他告訴我他要離開的時候，我感覺自己就像花瓶裂成了碎片，跌落在茶色瓷磚地板上。他一直在說話，解釋著為什么要離開，說什么這是最好的，我可以做得更好，都是他的錯，與我無關(guān)。雖然這些話我已經(jīng)聽上好幾千遍了，可每次聽完都讓我很受傷，或許在這樣巨大的打擊面前沒有人能做到無動于衷。
他走了，我嘗試著繼續(xù)過自己的生活。我燒開水，拿出紅色杯子，看著咖啡粉末一點點地落入骨灰瓷的杯子里。這正是我自己的鮮活寫照，不斷地往下掉咖啡粉末，卻從來沒有真正地泡成一杯咖啡。
水開了，水壺發(fā)出警報聲，我假裝沒有聽見。邁克的離去也是一樣，突如其來，并且無可挽回。要知道，我寧愿忍受分與不分的煎熬，也不愿意以這樣的方式被宣判“死刑”。想著想著我就啞然失笑，自己竟然為一杯咖啡有如此多的人生感懷，我自己一定是老了。
可是鏡子里回瞪著我的那個女孩還是那么年輕啊!明目皓齒，充滿了前途與希望，光明的未來在向她招手。沒關(guān)系的，反正我也從來沒有愛過邁克。何況，生命中還有比愛更重要的東西在等待著我，我對自己堅持說。我將咖啡罐的蓋子蓋好，也將所有關(guān)于邁克的記憶塵封起來。
那天晚上，出乎意料的是，他并沒有入到我的夢中。在夢里，我飛過田野和森林，俯瞰著大地。突然間，我掉了下來……醒來后才發(fā)現(xiàn)原來自己被獵人打中了，但是令我墜落的不是他的子彈，而是他的靈魂。我后來才漸漸明白，原來邁克就是那個使我墜落的獵人，而我是那只渴望飛翔的小鳥。到了第二天晚上，我仍然做了類似的夢，但是獵人不見了，我一直在自由地飛翔，直到遇上另外一只小鳥和我比翼雙飛。我開始意識到，總有那么一只鳥，那么一個人在前面等我，這個人可能是我的愛人，可能只是朋友，但一定是知我懂我的人，這令我感覺如釋重負(fù)。我想起曾經(jīng)覺得自己像花瓶一樣裂開了，才意識到原來自己已經(jīng)把自己修理好了。邁克只是我生命過程中的小小過客，他僅僅了解我的表面，他僅僅是我生命中的小小一部分。
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