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Seize the day，Make your lives extraordinary!

       I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately I wanted to live deep and suck out all the       marrow of life and not when I had come to die discover that I had not lived

 我步入丛林， 
　　 
         为我希望生活得有意义。 
　　   
　　 我希望活得深刻 
　　
　　 吸取生命中所有的精华 
　　
　　把非生命的一切都击溃 
　　
　　以免当我生命终结时 
　
　　 发现自己从来没有活过。 

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion. For most men, it appears to me, are in a strange uncertainty about it, whether it is of the devil or of God, and have somewhat hastily concluded that it is the chief end of man here to "glorify God and enjoy him forever." 
　　 
　　Henry David Thoreau:Walden,or Life in the Woods 
　　 
　　我到林中去，因为我希望谨慎地生活，只面对生活的基本事实，看看我是否学得到生活要教育我的东西，免得到了临死的时候，才发现我根本就没有生活过。我不希望度过非生活的生活，生活是那样的可爱；我却也不愿意去修行过隐逸的生活，除非是万不得已。我要生活得深深地把生命的精髓都吸到，要生活得稳稳当当，生活得斯巴达式的，以便根除一切非生活的东西，划出一块刈割的面积来，细细地刈割或修剪，把生活压缩到一个角隅里去，把它缩小到最低的条件中，如果它被证明是卑微的，那么就把那真正的卑微全部认识到，并把它的卑微之处公布于世界；或者，如果它是崇高的，就用切身的经历来体会它，在我下一次远游时，也可以作出一个真实的报道。因为，我看，大多数人还确定不了他们的生活是属于魔鬼的，还是属于上帝的呢，然而又多少有点轻率地下了判断，认为人生的主要目标是“归荣耀于神，并永远从神那里得到喜悦”。（徐迟译） 

O Me! O Life! 

　　 
　　 
　　by Walt Whitman 
　　 
　　O Me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; 
　　Of the endless trains of the faithless—of cities fill’d with the foolish; 
　　Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?) 
　　Of eyes that vainly crave the light—of the objects mean—of the struggle ever renew’d; 
　　Of the poor results of all—of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me; 
　　Of the empty and useless years of the rest—with the rest me intertwined; 
　　The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life? 
　　 
　　 Answer. 
　　 
　　That you are here—that life exists, and identity; 
　　That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse