a psalm of life
herry wadsworth longfellow/享利.沃兹渥斯.朗费罗
tell me not in mournful numbers, 请别用哀伤的诗句对我讲；
life is but an empty dream! 人生呵，无非是虚梦一场！
for the soul is dead that slumbers 因为沉睡的灵魂如死一般，
and things are not what they seem. 事物的表里并不一样。
life is real! life is earnest! 人生是实在的！人生是热烈的！
and the grave is not its goal; 人生的目标决不是坟墓；
dust thou art , to dust returnest, 你是尘土，应归于尘土。
was not spoken of the soul. 此话指的并不是我们的精神。
not enjoyment , and not sorrow, 我们的归宿并不是快乐，
is our destined and our way; 也不是悲伤，
but to act, 实干
that much to-morrow. 才是我们的道路，
find us farther than to-day. 每天不断前进，蒸蒸蒸日上。
art is long , and time is fleeting. 光阴易逝，而艺海无涯，
and our hearts , though stout and brave. 我们的心哪——虽然勇敢坚强，
still , like muffled drums , are beating 却像被布蒙住的铜鼓，
funeral marches to the grave。 常把殡葬的哀乐擂响。
in the world’s broad field of battle, 在这人生的宿营地，
in the bivouac of life, 在这辽阔的世界战场，
be not like dumb,driven cattle! 别做无言的牲畜任人驱赶，
be a hero in the strife! 做一名英雄汉立马横枪！
trust no future.howe’er pleasant! 别相信未来，哪怕未来多么欢乐！
let the dead past bury its dead! 让死去的往昔将死亡一切埋葬！
act,act in the living present! 上帝在上，我们胸怀勇气，
heart within,and god o’erhead! 行动吧———趁现在活着的好时光！
lives of great men all remind us 伟人的生平使我们想起，
we can make our lives sublime, 我们能使自己的一生变得高尚！
and departing,leave behind us 当我们辞别人间，
footprints on the sands of time; 能把足迹留在时间的流沙上，
footprints that perhaps another, 也许有个遭了船灾的苦难弟兄，
sailing o’er life solemn main, 他曾在庄严的人生大海中飘航，
a forlorn and shipwrecked brother, 见到我们的脚印，
seeing,shall take heart again, 又会满怀信心。
let us,then,be up and doing, 让我们起来干吧，
with a heart for any fate; 下定决心，不管遭遇怎样；
still achieving,still pursuing 不断胜利，不断追求，
learn to labour and to wait. 要学会苦干和耐心等待。
the man who is aware of himself is henceforth independent; and he is never bored, and life is only too short, and he is steeped through and through with profound yet temperate happiness. he alone lives, while other people, slaves of ceremony, let life slip past time in a kind of dream. once conform ,once do what other people do finer than they do it, and a lethargy steals over all the finer nerves and faculties of the soul, he becomes all outer show and inward emptiness; dull, callous, and indifferent.
the flight of youth
richard henry stoddard/理查德.亨利.斯托达德
there are gains for all our losses. 我们失去的一切都能得到补偿，
there are balms for all our pain; 我们所有的痛苦都能得到安慰；
but when youth,the dream,departs 可是梦境似的青春一旦消逝，
it takes something from our hearts, 它带走了我们心中的某种美好，
and it never comes again. 从此一去不复返。
we are stronger, and are better, 我们变得日益刚强、更臻完美，
under manhood’s sterner reign; 在严峻的成年生活驱使下；
still we feel that something sweet 可是依然感到甜美的情感，
following youth, with flying feet, 已随着青春飞逝，
and will never come again. 不再返回。
something beautiful is vanished, 美好已经消逝，
and we sigh for it in vain; 我们枉自为此叹息；
we behold it everywhere, 尽管在天地之间，
on the earth, and in the air, 我们处处能见青春的魅力，
but it never comes again! 可是它不再返回！
the word “discovery” literally means, uncovering something that’s hidden from view. but what really happens is a change in the viewer. the familiar offers comfort few can resist, and fewer still want to disturb. but as relatively recent inventions such as the telescope and microscope have taught us, the unknown has many layers. every truth has geological strata, and you can’t have an orthodoxy without a heresy.
the moment a newborn opens its eyes, discovery begins. i learned this with a laugh one morning after delivering a calf. when it lifted up its fluffy head and looked at me, its eyes held the absolute bewilderment of the newly born. a moment before it had the even black nowhere of the womb, and suddenly its world was full of colour, movement and noise. i’ve never seen anything so shocked to be alive.
to all my friends and loved ones
love from me
if the world were a village of 100 people
david j.smith/大卫.史密斯 shelath armstrory／谢拉.阿姆斯壮
if we could shrink the earth’s population to a village of precisely 100 people, with all the exsting human ratios remaining the same, it would look something like the following:
there would be:
10 from the western hemisphere, both north and south
52 would be female
48 would be male
70 would be non-while
30 would be white
70 would be non-christian
30 would be christian
89 would be heterosexual
11 would be homosexual
6 people would possess 59% of the entire world’s wealth
and all 6 would be from the united states.
80 would live in substandard housing
70 would be unable to read
50 would suffer from malnutrition
1 would be near death; 1 would be near birth
1(yes, only 1) would have a college education
１ would own a computer
when one considers our world from such a compressed perspective, the need for acceptance, understanding and education becomes glaringly apparent.
the following is also something to ponder……
if you woke pup this morning with more health than illness……you are more blessed than the million who will not survive this week.
if you have never experienced the danger of battle, the loneliness of imprisonment, the agony of torture, or the pangs of starvation…you are ahead of 500 million people in the world.
if you have food in the refrigerator, clothes on your back, a roof overhead and a place to sleep… you are richer than 75% of this world.
if you have money in the bank, in your wallet, and spare change in dish someplace…you are among the top 8% of the world’s wealth.
if your parents are still alive and still married…you are very rare, even in the united stated and canada.
someone once said: what goes around comes around.
work live you don’t need the money.
love like you’ve never been hurt.
dance like nobody’s watching.
sing like nobody’s listening.
live like it’s heaven on earth.
three days to see
all of us have read thrilling stories in which the hero had only a limited and specified time to live. sometimes it was as long as a year; sometimes as short as twenty-four hours, but always we were interested in discovering just how the doomed man chose to spend his last days or his last hours. i speak, of course, of free men who have a choice, not condemned criminals whose sphere of activities is strictly delimited.
such stories set up thinking, wondering what we should do under similar circumstances. what associations should we crowd into those last hours as mortal beings? what happiness should we find in reviewing the past, what regrets?
sometimes i have thought it would be an excellent rule to live each day as if we should die tomorrow. such an attitude would emphasize sharply the values of life. we should live each day with a gentleness, a vigor, and a keenness of appreciation which are often lost when time stretches before us in the constant panorama of more days and months and years to come. there are those, of course, who would adopt the epicurean motto of “eat, drink, and be merry,” most people would be chastened by the certainty of impending death.
most of us take life for granted. we know that one day we must die, but usually we picture that day as far in the future, when we are in buoyant health, death is all but unimaginable. we seldom think of it. the days stretch out in an endless vista. so we go about our petty task, hardly aware of our listless attitude towards life.
the same lethargy, i am afraid, characterizes the use of our faculties and senses. only the deaf appreciate hearing, only the blind realize the manifold blessings that lie in sight. particularly does this observation apply to those who have lost sight and hearing in adult life. but those who have never suffered impairment of sight or hearing seldom make the fullest use of these blessed faculties. their eyes and ears take in all sights and sound hazily, without concentration, and with little appreciation. it is the same old story of not being grateful for what we conscious of health until we are ill.
i have often thought it would be a blessing if each human being were stricken blind and deaf for a few days at some time during his early adult life. darkness would make him more appreciative of sight; silence would teach him the joys of sound.
now and then i have tested my seeing friends to discover what they see. recently i was visited by a very good friend who had just returned from a long walk in the woods, and i asked her what she had observed. “nothing in particular,” she replied. i might have been incredulous had i not been accustomed to such responses, for long ago i became convinced that the seeing see little.
how was it possible, i asked myself, to walk for an hour through the woods and see nothing worthy of note? i who cannot see find hundreds of things to interest me through mere touch. i feel the delicate symmetry of a leaf. i pass my hands lovingly about the smooth skin of a silver birch, or the rough shaggy bark of a pine. in spring i touch the branches of trees hopefully in search of a bud, the first sign of awakening nature after her winter’s sleep i feel the delightful, velvety texture of a flower, and discover its remarkable convolutions; and something of the miracle of nature is revealed to me. occasionally, if i am very fortunate, i place my hand gently in a small tree and feel the happy quiver of a bird in full song. i am delighted to have cool waters of a brook rush through my open fingers. to me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious persian rug. to me the pageant of seasons is a thrilling and unending drama, the action of which streams through my finger tips. at times my heart cries out with longing to see all these things. if i can get so much pleasure from mere touch, how much more beauty must be revealed by sight. yet, those who have eyes apparently see little. the panorama of color and action fill the world is taken for granted. it is human, perhaps, to appreciate little that which we have and to long for that which we have not, but it is a great pity that in the world of light and the gift of sight is used only as mere convenience rather that as a means of adding fullness to life.
oh, the things that i should see if i had the power of sight for three days!
genius at work
henry ford didn’t always pay attention in school. one day ,he and a friend took a watch apart. angry and upset, the teacher told him both to stay after school. their punishment was to stay until they had fixed the watch. but the teacher did not know young ford’s genius. in ten minutes, this mechanical wizard had repaired the watch and was on this way home..
ford was always interested in how things worked. he once plugged up the spout of a teapot and placed it on the fire. then he waited to see what would happen. the water boiled and, of course, turned to steam. since the steam had no way to escape, the teapot exploded. the explosion cracked a mirror and broke a window. the young inventor was badly scalded
ford’s year of curiosity and tinkering paid off. he dreamed of a horseless carriage. when he built one, the world of transportation was changed forever.