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The sun has begun to set and I hang up the smile I’ve worn all day, though I will make sure it is the first thing I put back on in the morning just in case it is “that day.” I want her to see me at my very best.
太阳将要下山，我收起挂了一天的微笑，不过我会确保明天早上第一件事就是将它又挂回去，以防这天就是“那一天”。我希望她看到我的最佳状态。
I do the normal routine, eat dinner, clean the house, write—the usual stuff. And then I lay down hoping to fall asleep quickly so my new day will hurry up and arrive. A new day with a brand new sun. But as I lay there and wait for the world to turn half way around, I think about her. And someTimes I smile, and sometimes that smile will turn into asnicker, and then often that snicker will turn into a burst of laughter.
我按平时的规律吃晚餐、打扫屋子、写作——做着日常事务。然后我躺下，希望能快点入睡，新的一天就能快点到来——拥有新生太阳的崭新的一天。可当我躺在那儿，等待着世界的日夜回转时，我想到了她。有时我会笑起来，有时那微笑变成了窃笑，然后窃笑又常常变成爆笑。
And then there are times I get that lump in my throat and that tight feeling in my chest, and sometimes that feeling overwhelms me and begins to turn into a tear, and often that tear multiplies itself and I can no longer fight the feeling and I lose the battle. Then somehow through either the joy or the sadness I drift and find myself asleep. Then the dreams begin and keep me company until my new day arrives.
也有些时候，我的喉咙像是被一块东西哽住了，胸口发闷;有时那种伤感席卷而来，我开始流泪，眼泪常常越流越多，我再也无力抵抗悲伤，败下阵来。然后不知怎的，我在或喜悦或悲伤中飘荡，逐渐入眠。然后梦境开始伴我左右，直至新的一天到来。
When I awake it’s with such excitement because I tell myself this could be the day that every other day has led up to and the first day of the rest of my life. I quickly don my smile because I do so want her to see me at my very best. Then I look out the window because, even though I know it’s dawn, I still have to confirm I’ve been given another chance to find her.
醒来时，我兴奋不已，因为我告诉自己今天也许就是之前其他日子为之打下基础的“那一天”，是我余生的第一天。我迅速挂上微笑，因为我真的很想让她看到我的最佳状态。然后我朝窗外看去，因为即使我知道现在才刚刚破晓，我仍得确定自己可以与她再次邂逅。
And there it is…the sun, even when it’s cloudy; somehow I still see it. And it smiles at me and I say, “Thank you,” and I smile back.
它在那里……太阳，虽然还是云雾重重，但我还是看到它了。它朝我微笑，我道了声“谢谢”，回以一笑。
Then I ask myself, “Is this the day?” And the excitement rushes over me again. And then I ask myself, “Where’s it going to be?”
然后我问自己：“今天就是那一天吗?”兴奋之情再次充溢全身。然后我问自己：“它会在哪里呢?”
Maybe it’ll be at the water fountain, and, unexpectedly, there I’ll find her, and much more than my thirst will be quenched. Maybe it’ll be at the grocery store and there she’ll appear as I’m picking out fruit, and she’ll show me the difference between fresh and spoiled. Then, from that moment, nothing that I eat will ever taste the same because she’ll bring out the simplest beauties in everything I see, taste, smell, hear, or touch.
也许它会藏在饮水机里，没想到我真能在那里找到她，为我生津止渴，取之不尽。也许它会躲在杂货店里，我拿起水果的时候，她就出现了，她会给我展示新鲜和变质的不同。然后，从那一刻开始，我所尝到的一切味道不再一样，因为但凡我看到的、尝到的、闻到的、听到的或摸到的东西，她都带出了它们最简单的美丽。
Or maybe today will be the day when my angel brings an item up to the cash register without its price tag. And as I wait behind this angel with all the frustrated people who are in such a hurry with their busy lives, I will find myself with such blessed extra time. Just enough time to start a conversation with this beautiful vision standing in front of me that I might not otherwise have noticed, but, because of a “price check on register 5,” I was able to find her.
或许就在今天，我的天使把一件没有价格标签的商品拿到收银台。我在天使身后排队，看着身心疲惫的人们忙忙碌碌地过日子，庆幸自己得到了这样的额外时间，让我可以和面前的倩影闲聊一会儿，否则我也许会错过，但只因为一句“请到5号收银台付款”，我就能找到她。
Thank you for the sun, which began my new day. Thank you for granting me the faith when I arose this morning that I would find her in this new day. But most of all, thank you for me not having to ever wait on another sunrise because whenever I want to see it, I will look at her and there it shall always be, in her eyes; she will forever hold it for me.
感谢太阳，它是新一天的开始。感谢你让我今早一起床就满怀信心，知道自己能在这新的一天找到她。但最要感谢的是我不必再等下一个日出，因为无论我想何时看到它，我都可以看向她，它总会出现在她的双眸里;她永远为我留着。
She is my sunrise, my dawn, my new day.
她是我的日出，我的黎明，我崭新的一天。
励志英语美文：A New Look from Borrowed TimeBy Ralph Richmond
Just ten years ago, I sat across the desk from a doctor with a stethoscope. “Yes,” he said, “there is a lesion in the left, upper lobe. You have a moderately advanced case…” I listened, stunned, as he continued, “You’ll have to give up work at once and go to bed. Later on, we’ll see.” He gave no assurances.
Feeling like a man who in mid-career has suddenly been placed under sentence of death with an indefinite reprieve, I left the doctor’s office, walked over to the park, and sat down on a bench, perhaps, as I then told myself, for the last time. I needed to think. In the next three days, I cleared up my affairs; then I went home, got into bed, and set my watch to tick off not the minutes, but the months. 2 ½ years and many dashed hopes later, I left my bed and began the long climb back. It was another year before I made it.
I speak of this experience because these years that past so slowly taught me what to value and what to believe. They said to me: Take time, before time takes you. I realize now that this world I’m living in is not my oyster to be opened but my opportunity to be grasped. Each day, to me, is a precious entity. The sun comes up and presents me with 24 brand new, wonderful hours—not to pass, but to fill.
I’ve learned to appreciate those little, all-important things I never thought I had the time to notice before: the play of light on running water, the music of the wind in my favorite pine tree. I seem now to see and hear and feel with some of the recovered freshness of childhood. How well, for instance, I recall the touch of the springy earth under my feet the day I first stepped upon it after the years in bed. It was almost more than I could bear. It was like regaining one’s citizenship in a world one had nearly lost.
Frequently, I sit back and say to myself, Let me make note of this moment I’m living right now, because in it I’m well, happy, hard at work doing what I like best to do. It won’t always be like this, so while it is I’ll make the most of it—and afterwards, I remember—and be grateful. All this, I owe to that long time spent on the sidelines of life. Wiser people come to this awareness without having to acquire it the hard way. But I wasn’t wise enough. I’m wiser now, a little, and happier.
“Look thy last on all things lovely, every hour.” With these words, Walter de la Mare sums up for me my philosophy and my belief. God made this world—in spite of what man now and then tries to do to unmake it—a dwelling place of beauty and wonder, and He filled it with more goodness than most of us suspect. And so I say to myself, Should I not pretty often take time to absorb the beauty and the wonder, to contribute a least a little to the goodness? And should I not then, in my heart, give thanks? Truly, I do. This I believe.
第二次生命的启示
拉尔夫.里士满
十年前的一天，我坐在一名手持听诊器的医生对面。“你的左肺叶上部确实有一处坏损，而且病情正在恶化”——听到这里，我整个人一下懵了。“你必须停止工作卧床休息，有待观察。”医生对我的病情也是不置可否。
就这样，事业方面方兴未艾的我仿佛突然被人判了死刑，却说不准何时执刑。我离开医生的办公室，来到公园的长椅上坐下。这也许是最后一次来这儿了，我对自己说。我真得好好整理一下思绪。
接下来的三天我把手头的事务全部处理完毕。我回到家，躺到床上，然后把手表从显示分钟改为显示月份。
两年半的时间过去了，在无数次的失望之后，我终于可以离开病床，艰难地向从前的生活状态回归。一年之后，我做到了。
我之所以谈起这段经历，是因为那段度日如年的岁月让我懂得应该珍惜什么，信仰什么。那段岁月让我明白一个道理：牢牢抓住时间，而不是让时间将你套牢。
现在我终于明白，我生活着的这个世界不是等待我去打开的一扇牡蛎，而是需要我去抓住的一个机会。每一天我都视若珍宝，每一轮太阳带给我的崭新的二十四小时都鲜活而精彩，我绝不可将其虚度。
从前，我终日忙碌，无暇顾及生活中某些重要的细节，诸如水波上的光影，松林间的风吟——现在，我终于学会去欣赏它们的美好。
如今，我仿佛重返童年，又觉得自己所见所闻所感的一切都那么新鲜。当我卧床数年后重新将双脚踏在大地上的那一刻，脚下那久违了的松软土壤让我激动得情难自抑，仿佛重新拥有我差一点就失去的世界。
我现在时常舒舒服服地坐着，提醒自己要记住当下的每分每秒，因为现在的我健康、快乐，能努力做自己最爱做的工作。这一切如此美好，却终将消逝，在如此美好的生活消逝之前，我一定要倍加珍惜。在它逝去之后，我会记得曾经拥有的美好，并心存感激。
这一切改变都得益于我在生命边缘徘徊的那几年。智者无需被逼到如此境地也能明白这些道理——可惜我从前太愚钝。现在的我比从前多了几分睿智，我也因此更加快乐。
英国诗人沃尔特·德拉·梅尔曾说过：“时刻记住，最后看一眼所有美好的事物!”这句诗正好总结了我的人生哲学与信仰。上帝创造的这个世界——这个人类时常试图毁灭的世界——是个美丽奇妙的家园。这里充满了上帝所赐予的美好事物，超过我们大多数人的想象。我于是常常自问，难道自己不应该去细细品味这些美丽与奇迹，尽绵薄之力去创造世间的美好吗?难道我不应心存感激吗?我确实应该——这就是我的信仰。
励志英语美文：I Wish I Could believeby C. Day Lewis
"The best lack all conviction,
While the worst are full of passionate intesity."
Those two lines of Yeats for me sum up the matter as it stands today when the very currencyof belief seems debased. I was brought up in the Christian church. Later I believed for a whilethat communism offered the best hope for this world. I acknowledge the need for belief, but Icannot forget how through the ages great faiths have been vitiated by fanaticism anddogmatism, by intolerance and cruelty, by the intellectual dishonesty, the folly, thecrankiness or the opportunism of their adherents.
Have I no faith at all, then? Faith is the thing at the core of you, the sediment that's left whenhopes and illusions are drained away. The thing for which you make any sacrifice becausewithout it you would be nothing - a mere walking shadow. I know what my own core is. Iwould in the last resort sacrifice any human relationship, any way of living to the search fortruth which produces my poem. I know there are heavy odds against any poem I write survivingafter my death. I realize that writing poetry may seem the most preposterously useless thing aman can be doing today. Yet it is just at such times of crisis that each man discovers orrediscovers what he values most. My poet's instinct to make something comes out moststrongly then, enabling me to use fear, doubt, even despair as creative stimuli. In doing so, Ifeel my kinship with humanity, with the common man who carries on doing his job till thebomb falls or the sea closes over him. Carries on because of his belief, however inarticulate, thatthis is the best thing he can do.
But the poet is luckier than the layman, for his job is always a vacation. Indeed, it's so like areligious vacation that he may feel little need for a religious faith, but because it is always tryingto get past the trivial and the transient or to reveal these as images of the essential and thepermanent, poetry is at least a kind of spiritual activity.
Men need a religious belief to make sense out of life. I wish I had such a belief myself, but anycreed of mine would be honeycombed with confusions and reservations. Yet when I write apoem I am trying to make sense out of life. And just now and then my experience composesand transmutes itself into a poem which tells me something I didn't know I knew.
So for me the compulsion of poetry is the sign of a belief, not the less real for beingunformulated ... a belief that men must enjoy life, explore life, enhance life. Each as best hecan. And that I shall do these things best through the practice of poetry.
我希望我能相信
塞(西尔)·戴·刘易斯
“优秀的人们信心尽失，
坏蛋们则充满了炽烈的狂热。”
对我来说，叶芝的这两行诗概括了今天的现实，信仰的货币似乎已经贬值了。我是在基督教的熏陶下长大的。后来有一段时间我相信共产主义给这个世界带来了最大的希望。我承认信仰的必要性，但我无法忘记历代的伟大信仰是如何因其拥护者的狂热、教条、褊狭、残忍、学术欺诈、愚蠢、偏执或机会主义而遭到损害的。
那么，难道我就没有信仰吗?信仰存在于你的心灵深处，当希望和幻想渐渐枯竭，沉淀下来的就是信仰。为了它，你甘愿做出任何牺牲，因为没有它，你的存在就毫无意义——你只不过是一个会行走的影子。我知道我的内心深处有什么。在别无选择的情况下，我愿意牺牲任何人际关系、任何生活方式去寻找使我能创作诗歌的真理。我知道很有可能我写的每一首诗在我死后都不能流传。我也明白诗歌创作在今天或许是一个人所能做的最荒谬、最无用的事情。然而，正是在这样的危难之时，每一个人才能发现或重新发现他最珍视的东西。于是我那诗人渴望创作的本能在胸中涌动，使我能让恐惧、怀疑，甚至绝望激发自己创作。在诗歌创作中，我觉得我和人类，和平凡的人紧密相连，他们坚守着自己的岗位，直到炸弹落下或是海浪席卷而来将他们淹没。坚守是因为他相信这是他最能做的事情，尽管这信仰难以用语言传达。但诗人比普通人幸运，因为他的工作始终是他的天职。他就像肩负着一种宗教使命一样，或许并不需要有宗教信仰，但因为诗歌或是不涉及琐事和瞬息即逝的事物，或是将它们作为本质和永恒的意象，诗歌至少是一种精神活动。
人需要有一种宗教信仰使他的生活有意义。我希望我也能有这样的信仰，但我的任何信念总会充满困惑和保留看法。然而，我写诗就是努力发掘生活的意义。偶尔，我用诗歌表现自己的经历和感受，从中也明白了我不曾意识到自己已经懂得的道理。因此，对我来说，诗歌创作的冲动表现出来的，不是因为不系统而不太真实的东西……而是一种信仰，那就是，人必须享受生活，探索生活的真谛，提高生活的品质。人可各尽其能，而我则通过写诗尽善尽美地完成我的使命。
附注：
塞(西尔)·戴·刘易斯：英国最杰出的诗人之一。
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