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Seasons 四季Country Spring乡间春色One spring I went a walking tour in the country. It was a glorious spring. Not the sort of spring they give us in these miserable times, under this shameless government a mixture of east wind, blizzard, snow, rain, slush, fog, frost, hail, sleet and thunder-storms but a sunny, blue-skied, joyous spring, such as we used to have regularly every year when I was a young man, and things were different.It was an exceptionally beautiful spring, even for those golden days: and as I wandered through the waking land, and saw the dawning of the coming green, and watched the blush upon the hawthorn hedge, deepening each day beneath the kisses of the sun, and looked up at the proud old mother trees, dandling their myriad baby buds upon their strong fond arms, holding them high for the soft west wind to caress as he passed laughing by, and marked the primrose yellow creep across the carpet of the woods, and saw the new flush of the field and saw the new light on the hills, and heard the new-found gladness of the birds, and heard form copse and farm and meadow the timid callings of the little new-born things, wondering to find themselves alive, and smelt the freshness of the earth, and felt the promise in the air, and felt a strong hand in the wind, my spirit rose within me. Spring had come to me also, and stirred me with a strange new life, with a strange new hope. I, too, was part of nature, and it was spring! Tender leaves and blossoms were unfolding from my heart. Bright flowers of love and gratitude were opening round its roots. I felt new strength in all my limbs. New blood was pulsing through my veins. Nobler thoughts and nobler longings were throbbing through my brain.As I walked, Nature came and talked beside me, and showed me the world and myself, and the ways of God seemed clearer.(from Dreams by Jerome K. Jerome)shameless不知羞耻的blizzard暴风雪slush雪水，半融雪hail冰雹sleet冻雨，雨夹雪dawning开始出现（春意）blush红色，红光hawthorn山楂hedge树篱dandle娇养小孩myriad无数，大量primrose报春花creep蔓延，开满flush活力，茂盛copse矮灌木丛gratitude谢意，感谢vein血管throb跳动，震动Spring Walk春日漫步Ive walked to a hill mile from the house. Its not really a hill but a mountain slope that heaves up, turns sideways, and comes down again, straight down to a foot-wide creak. Every-thing I can see from here used to be a flatland covered with shallow water. “Used to be” means several hundred millions years ago, and the land itself was not really “here” at all, but part of a continent floating near Bermuda. On the top is fin of rock, a marine deposition created during Jurassic times by small waves moving in and out slapping the shore.Ive come here for peace and quiet and to see whats going on in this secluded valley, away from ranch work and sorting corrals, but what I get is a slap on the ass by a prehistoric wave, gains and losses in altitude and aridity, outcrops of mud composed of rotting volcanic ash that fell continuously for ten thousand years a hundred million years ago. The soils are a geologic flag red, white, green, and gray. On one side of the hill, mountain mahogany gives off a scent like orange blossoms; on the other, colonies of sagebrush root wide in ground the color of Spanish roof tiles. And it still looks like the ocean to me. “How much truth can a man stand, sitting by the ocean, all that perpetual motion,” Mose Allison, the jazz singer, sings.The wind picks up and blusters. Its fat underbelly scrapes the uneven ground, twisting like taffy toward me, slips up over the mountain, and showers out across the Great Plains. The sea smell it carried all the way from Seattle has long since been absorbed by pink grass the rotting granite that spills down the slopes of the Rockies. Somewhere over the Midwest the wind slows, tangling in the hair of hardwood forests, and finally drops into the corridors of the cities, pas Manhattans World Trade Center, ripping free again as it crosses the Atlantics green swell.Spring jitterbugs inside me. Spring is wind, symphonic and billowing. A dark cloud pops like a blood blister over me, letting hail down. It comes on a piece of wind that seems to have widened the sky, comes so the birds have something to fly on.(from Spring by Geetel Ehrlich)heave起伏，隆起fin鳍，鳍状物deposition沉淀，沉积secluded孤寂的，与世隔绝的altitude高度，海拔mahogany花梨木sagebrush北美艾灌丛perpetual永恒的，不变的buster呼啸狂欢underbelly下腹部scrape刮擦，掠过，拂过taffy太妃糖tangle纠结，缠绕jitterbug使激动不安，紧张billowing翻腾的，汹涌的blister水疱August八月August is a dramatic month. Humidity is a form of madness. Writing is a form of suicide. The temptation to talk like this, in short clips, is overwhelming. Short sentences are like raindrops: splashy and desirable.August, the most complacent month. Laziness, humidity, and utter lack of thought are its chief characteristics. Sluggish and indolent we drag our bodies through its sweaty middle like primeval crawlers.I saw a guy, prostrate from heat, staring at an empty parking lot downtown. “There are more leaves on the trees this year,” he said. I looked at the expanse of steaming cement before us and agreed. That was an August encounter and that man an August character. An ambassador of Humidity. The reason why so many people die in August is that nobody is really awake. All death has to do is pluck the unalert from the planet like overripe peaches.If you are poor and hot like me, one way to escape August is to visit showrooms. Not only are they air-conditioned, they are educational. I went to an IBM computer showplace and a dear lady paraded me before the friendly pastels of a thousand keyboards. It was like ice cream.Looking over the Augusts of my life, I find all sorts of delirious phenomena. Once I was mugged in a hallway. I was too irritated by the heat to pay. I screamed at the guy and he only took half the money. A few years ago, my wife produces a wonderful calendar full of useful and wonderful facts, as well as the birthdays of all our friends. I tried to talk her into leaving August out. When she wouldnt listen moved to August. She caught me. I pleaded humidity. I dont think shes forgiven me yet.(from August b Andrei Condrescu )humidity潮湿suicide自杀temptation诱惑complacent 懈怠的，懒散的sluggish不太想动的，懒散的indolent懒惰的，不积极的sweaty出汗的primeval原始的，远古的crawler爬虫，蠕虫prostrate无精打采的pluck除去，消灭parade带参观，行进delirious疯狂的mug从背后袭击并抢劫An Autumn Day秋日掠影It was, as I have said, a fine autumnal day, the sky was clear and serene, and nature wore that rich and golden livery which we always associate with the idea of abundance. The forests had put on their sober brown and yellow, while some trees of the tendered kink had been nipped by the frosts into brilliant dyes of orange, purple and scarlet. Streaming files of wild ducks began to make their appearance high in the air; the bark of the squirrel might be heard from the groves of beach and hickory nuts, and the pensive whistle of the quail at intervals from the neighboring stubble-field.The small birds were taking their farewell banquets. In the fullness of their revelry, they fluttered, chirping and frolicking, from bush to bush, and tree to tree, capricious from the very profusion and variety around them. There was the honest cock-robin the favorite game of stripling sportsmen, with its loud querulous note; and the twittering blackbirds flying the sable clouds; and the golden-winged woodpecker, with his crimson crest, his broad black gorget, and splendid plumage; and the cedar bird, with its red-tipped wings and yellow-tipped tail, and its little monteiro cap of feathers; and the blue-jay, that noisy coxcomb, in his gay lightblue coat and white under-clothes; screaming and chattering, nodding and bobbing and bowing, and pretending to be on good terms with every songster of the grove.(from The Legend of Sleepy Hollow by Washington Irving)livery 服装，衣着beech山毛榉hickory山核桃pensive沉思的，忧郁的quail北美鹑stubble-field收割后（布满茬儿）的田地revelry狂欢，喧闹flutter振翅，展翼frolic嬉戏，闹着玩stripling年轻人，小伙子querulous爱发牢骚的，抱怨的blackbird黑鸟，乌鸦sable深褐色的woodpecker啄木鸟gorget（鸟）颈部色斑plumage鸟的全身羽毛cedar bird黄连鸟monteiro cap有帽沿的圆猎帽blue-jay有冠蓝背悭鸟coxcomb纨绔子，花花公子A Winter Morning冬日之晨Day had broken cold and gray, extremely cold and gray, when the man turned aside from the main Yukon River trail and climbed the high earth-bank, where a vague and little-traveled trail led eastward through the timberland. It was a steep bank, and her paused for breath at the top, excusing the act to himself by looking at his watch. It was nine oclock. There was no sum a clear day, and yet there was a subtle gloom that made the day dark, and that was due to the absence of sun. This fact did not worry the man. He was used to the lack of sun. it had been days since he had seen the sun, and he knew that a few more days must pass before that cheerful sphere would just peep above the skyline in the south and dip immediately from view.The man hung a look back along the way he had come. The Yukon River lay a mile wide and hidden under three feet of ice. On top of this ice were as many feet of snow. It was all pure white, rolling in gentle waves where the ice-jams of the freeze-up had formed. North and south, as far as his eye could see, it was unbroken white, except for a dark line that curved and twisted form the south and away into the north. This dark line was the trail the main trail led south five hundred miles to Chilocoot Pass and salt water, and tat led north seventy miles to Dawson, and still on to the north to St. Michael on the Bering sea, twenty-five hundred miles more.But all this the mysterious, far-reaching trail, the absence of sun from the sky, the tremendous cold, and the strangeness and weirdness of it all made no impression on the man. It was not because he was used to it. He was a newcomer in the land and this was his first winter. The trouble with him was that he was without imagination.(from To Build a Fire by Jack London)trail小径，小道timberland林区subtle微妙的sphere球体，圆体skyline地平线ice-jam流冰堆积curve依曲线行进far-reaching延伸到远方的weirdness离奇怪诞A Winter Night Journey冬夜之旅I seem to recall best a journey we made by tram one winter night.We were going to visit my Granny at Westoe, and I was very excited, because an evening excursion was something quite unheard of for me. It had been raining; the gas lamps lit the gleaming pavements and cobbles with a doubled radiance. The shaking tram wires were sending down showers of white raindrops. Everything in the ram seemed fresh and glittering. The breezy windows sparkled with long zigzags of rain and the passing street lamp flared gorgeously through the panels of blue and yellow and ruby glass. Outside, it was cold and windy, and we could feel the gale buffeting against the side of the tram, making it sway and lurch ore than usual, and throwing the passengers of song, and the fresh, clean, cold sea-wind was blowing right through the upper deck. Above, a high half-moon seemed to be skidding along on its back through piles of black, white-lined rags. It was a wild night, with a sense of magic in the offing. The people in the tram did not seem like ordinary mortals; a kind of exhilarating gaiety had seized them, and it seemed to lighten their bodies and illuminate their faces. At times I was sure we were really flying.(from The Only Child by James Kirkup)recall回忆，想起excursion短途旅行gleaming发微光的，闪烁的cobble大鹅卵石，圆石glittering闪闪发光的，闪烁的breezy有微风的，通风的zigzag锯齿形，弯弯曲曲flare闪耀（光芒）gorgeously灿烂地，华丽地buffet（风、雨）连续打击snatch片段，一阵阵的歌声offing视野范围内的远处海面mortal凡人exhilarating令人振奋的，使人高兴的gaiety快乐，高兴，喜庆illuminate照亮，照明