瓦爾登湖:Spring6

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　　In the morning I watched the geese from the door through the mist， sailing in the middle of the pond， fifty rods off， so large and tumultuous that Walden appeared like an artificial pond for their amusement. But when I stood on the shore they at once rose up with a great flapping of wings at the signal of their commander， and when they had got into rank circled about over my head， twenty-nine of them， and then steered straight to Canada， with a regular honk from the leader at intervals， trusting to break their fast in muddier pools. A "plump" of ducks rose at the same time and took the route to the north in the wake of their noisier cousins.

　　For a week I heard the circling， groping clangor of some solitary goose in the foggy mornings， seeking its companion， and still peopling the woods with the sound of a larger life than they could sustain. In April the pigeons were seen again flying express in small flocks， and in due time I heard the martins twittering over my clearing， though it had not seemed that the township contained so many that it could afford me any， and I fancied that they were peculiarly of the ancient race that dwelt in hollow trees ere white men came. In almost all climes the tortoise and the frog are among the precursors and heralds of this season， and birds fly with song and glancing plumage， and plants spring and bloom， and winds blow，to correct this slight oscillation of the poles and preserve the equilibrium of nature.

　　As every season seems best to us in its turn， so the coming in of spring is like the creation of Cosmos out of Chaos and the realization of the Golden Age.――

　　"Eurus ad Auroram Nabathaeaque regna recessit，Persidaque， et radiis juga subdita matutinis."

　　"The East-Wind withdrew to Aurora and the Nabathean kingdom，And the Persian， and the ridges placed under the morning rays.。 . . . . . .

　　Man was born. Whether that Artificer of things，The origin of a better world， made him from the divine seed；Or the earth， being recent and lately sundered from the high Ether， retained some seeds of cognate heaven."

　　A single gentle rain makes the grass many shades greener. So our prospects brighten on the influx of better thoughts. We should be blessed if we lived in the present always， and took advantage of every accident that befell us， like the grass which confesses the influence of the slightest dew that falls on it； and did not spend our time in atoning for the neglect of past opportunities， which we call doing our duty. We loiter in winter while it is already spring. In a pleasant spring morning all men's sins are forgiven. Such a day is a truce to vice. While such a sun holds out to burn，the vilest sinner may return. Through our own recovered innocence we discern the innocence of our neighbors. You may have known your neighbor yesterday for a thief， a drunkard， or a sensualist， and merely pitied or despised him， and despaired of the world； but the sun shines bright and warm this first spring morning， recreating the world， and you meet him at some serene work， and see how it is exhausted and debauched veins expand with still joy and bless the new day， feel the spring influence with the innocence of infancy，and all his faults are forgotten. There is not only an atmosphere of good will about him， but even a savor of holiness groping for expression， blindly and ineffectually perhaps， like a new-born instinct， and for a short hour the south hill-side echoes to no vulgar jest. You see some innocent fair shoots preparing to burst from his gnarled rind and try another year's life， tender and fresh as the youngest plant. Even he has entered into the joy of his Lord. Why the jailer does not leave open his prison doors ―― why the judge does not dismis his case ―― why the preacher does not dismiss his congregation！ It is because they do not obey the hint which God gives them， nor accept the pardon which he freely offers to all.

　　"A return to goodness produced each day in the tranquil and beneficent breath of the morning， causes that in respect to the love of virtue and the hatred of vice， one approaches a little the primitive nature of man， as the sprouts of the forest which has been felled. In like manner the evil which one does in the interval of a day prevents the germs of virtues which began to spring up again from developing themselves and destroys them.

　　"After the germs of virtue have thus been prevented many times from developing themselves， then the beneficent breath of evening does not suffice to preserve them. As soon as the breath of evening does not suffice longer to preserve them， then the nature of man does not differ much from that of the brute. Men seeing the nature of this man like that of the brute， think that he has never possessed the innate faculty of reason. Are those the true and natural sentiments of man？"

　　"The Golden Age was first created， which without any avenger Spontaneously without law cherished fidelity and rectitude. Punishment and fear were not； nor were threatening words read On suspended brass； nor did the suppliant crowd fear The words of their judge； but were safe without an avenger. Not yet the pine felled on its mountains had descended To the liquid waves that it might see a foreign world，And mortals knew no shores but their own.。 . . . . . . There was eternal spring， and placid zephyrs with warm Blasts soothed the flowers born without seed."

　　On the 29th of April， as I was fishing from the bank of the river near the Nine-Acre-Corner bridge， standing on the quaking grass and willow roots， where the muskrats lurk， I heard a singular rattling sound， somewhat like that of the sticks which boys play with their fingers， when， looking up， I observed a very slight and graceful hawk， like a nighthawk， alternately soaring like a ripple and tumbling a rod or two over and over， showing the under side of its wings， which gleamed like a satin ribbon in the sun， or like the pearly inside of a shell. This sight reminded me of falconry and what nobleness and poetry are associated with that sport. The Merlin it seemed to me it might be called： but I care not for its name. It was the most ethereal flight I had ever witnessed. It did not simply flutter like a butterfly， nor soar like the larger hawks，but it sported with proud reliance in the fields of air； mounting again and again with its strange chuckle， it repeated its free and beautiful fall， turning over and over like a kite， and then recovering from its lofty tumbling， as if it had never set its foot on terra firma. It appeared to have no companion in the universe ――sporting there alone ―― and to need none but the morning and the ether with which it played. It was not lonely， but made all the earth lonely beneath it. Where was the parent which hatched it， its kindred， and its father in the heavens？ The tenant of the air， it seemed related to the earth but by an egg hatched some time in the crevice of a crag； ―― or was its native nest made in the angle of a cloud， woven of the rainbow's trimmings and the sunset sky， and lined with some soft midsummer haze caught up from earth？ Its eyry now some cliffy cloud.

　　在黎明中，我守望著霧中的飛鵝，在五十桿以外的湖心游泳，它們這樣多，這樣亂，瓦爾登仿佛成了一個供它們嬉戲的人造池。可是，等到我站到湖岸上，它們的領袖發出一個信號，全體拍動了翅膀，便立時起飛，它們列成一隊形，就在我頭頂盤旋一匝，一共二十九只，直向加拿大飛去，它們的領袖每隔一定的間歇便發出一聲映叫，好像通知它們到一些比較混濁的湖中去用早飯。一大堆野鴨也同時飛了起來，隨著喧鬧的飛鵝向北飛去。

　　有一星期，我聽到失群的孤鵝在霧蒙蒙的黎明中盤旋，摸索，叫唳，尋找它的伴侶，給予森林以超過它能負擔的音響。四月中看得到鴿子了，一小隊一小隊迅速飛過：到一定的時候我聽到小燕兒在我的林中空地上吱吱叫，雖然我知道飛燕在鄉鎮并不是多得讓我在這里也可以有一兩只，但是我想這種小燕兒也許是古代的苗裔，在白人來到之前，它們就在樹洞中居住了。幾乎在任何地區，烏龜和青蛙常常是這一季節的前驅者和傳信使，而鳥雀歌唱著飛，閃著它們的羽毛，植物一躍而起，花朵怒放，和風也吹拂，以調正兩極的振擺，保持大自然的平衡。

　　每一個季節，在我看來，對于我們都是各極其妙的；因此春大的來臨，很像混飩初開，宇宙創始，黃金時代的再現。――“Eurus ad Auroram Nabathaeaque regna recessit，Persldaque，et radiis juga subdita matutinis.”

　　“東風退到曙光和拿巴沙王國，波斯，和置于黎明光芒下的山岡。

　　人誕生了。究竟是萬物的創造主，為創始更好世界，以神的種子創造人；還是為了大地，新近才從高高的太空墜落，保持了一些天上的同類種族。“

　　一場柔雨，青草更青。我們的展望也這樣，當更好的思想注入其中，它便光明起來。

　　我們有福了，如果我們常常生活在“現在”，對任何發生的事情，都能善于利用，就像青草承認最小一滴露水給它的影響；別讓我們惋借失去的機會，把時間耗費在抱怨中，而要認為那是盡我們的責任。春天已經來到了，我們還停留在冬天里。在一個愉快的春日早晨，一切人類的罪惡全部得到了寬赦。這樣的一個日子是罪惡消融的日子。陽光如此溫暖，壞人也會回頭。由于我們自己恢復了純潔，我們也發現了鄰人的純潔。也許，在昨天，你還把某一個鄰居看做賊子醉鬼，或好色之徒，不是可憐他，就是輕視他，對世界你也是非常悲觀；可是太陽照耀得光亮而溫和，在這個春天的第一個黎明，世界重新創造，你碰到他正在做一件清潔的工作，看到他的衰頹而淫欲的血管中，靜靜的歡樂漲溢了，在祝福這一個新日子，像嬰孩一樣純潔地感受了春天的影響，他的一切錯誤你一下子都忘記了。不僅他周身充滿著善意，甚至還有一種圣潔的風味繚繞著，也許正盲目地無結果地尋求著表現，好像有了一種新的本能，片刻之間，向陽的南坡上便沒有任何庸俗的笑聲回蕩。你看到他糾曲的樹皮上有一些純潔的芽枝等著茁生，要嘗試這一年的新生活，這樣柔和，新鮮，有如一株幼樹。他甚至于已經進入了上帝的喜悅中間。為什么獄吏不把牢獄的門打開，――為什么審判官不把他手上的案件撤銷，――為什么布道的人不叫會眾離去；這是因為這些人不服從上帝給他們的暗示，也因為他們不愿接受上帝自由地賜給一切人的大赦。

　　“牛山之木嘗美矣，以其效于大國也。斧斤伐之可以為美乎？是其日夜之所息，雨露之所潤，非無萌孽之生焉。牛羊之從而牧之，是以若彼之濯濯也。人見其濯濯也，以為未嘗有材焉，此豈山之性也哉。

　　“雖存乎人者，豈無仁義之心哉。其所以放其良心者，亦猶斧斤之于木也。旦旦而伐之，可為美乎？其日夜之所息，平旦之氣，其好惡與人相近也者幾希？則其旦晝之所為，有梏亡之矣。梏之反復，則其夜氣不足以存，夜氣不足以存，則其違禽獸不遠矣。

　　人見其禽獸也，而以為未嘗有才焉者，是豈人之情也哉。“

　　黃金時代初創時，世無復仇者，沒有法律而自動信守忠誠和正直，沒有刑名沒有恐懼，從來也沒有。

　　恐嚇文字沒鑄在黃銅上高高掛起，乞援者也不焦慮審判者口頭的話，一切都平安，世無復仇者。

　　高山上還沒有松樹被砍伐下來，水波可以流向一個異國的世界，人類除了自己的海岸不知有其他。

　　春光永不消逝，徐風溫馨吹拂，撫育那不須播種自然生長的花朵。

　　在四月二十九日，我在九畝角橋附近的河岸上釣魚，站在飄搖的草和柳樹的根上，那里躲著一些麝鼠。我聽到了一種奇特的響聲，有一點像小孩子用他們的手指來玩的木棒所發出來的聲音，這時我抬頭一看，我看到了一只很小、很漂亮的鷹，模樣像夜鷹，一忽兒像水花似的飛旋，一忽兒翻跟斗似的落下一兩桿，如是輪流，展示了它的翅膀的內部，在日光下閃閃如一條緞帶，或者說像一只貝殼內層的珠光。這一副景象使我想起了放鷹捕禽的技術，關于這一項運動曾經伴隨著何等崇高的意興，抒寫過多少詩歌啊。

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瓦爾登湖:Spring6