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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
I've walked to a hill mile from the house. It's 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.
I've come here for peace and quiet and to see what's 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 Manhattan's World Trade Center, ripping free again as it crosses the Atlantic's 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