昨日重现

一份久远的记忆,一段与书不解的情缘,从记忆的世界里缓缓走来......

昨日重现

 

昨日吾昔日同窗雨来访。其已为人妇，且生活极其闲适华靡。见吾近况依然“涛声依旧”，遂发感慨：汝青春尽献给图书馆矣，可悲可叹也！听罢，吾怅然若失，心有戚戚焉。At the second thought,古书曾云：人生苦短，盛年不重来，一日难再晨；及时当勉励，岁月不待人（晋·陶渊明）。 吾能读百家之书，阅中外先人圣哲思想之essence,亦是人生之幸事。遂由悲转喜，怡然自乐。

    雨走后， 吾归至library, 心中惦念给导师短信未发。但看时间尚早，不便打扰。吾搬来几本厚重Frost之评论，out of breath, 拜读之。不看则已，一看如take a sleeping pill, my eyes refused to remain open. 虽无奈之余，心中仍默念：天色尚早，小憩一番亦可。

    Unexpectedly and unfortunately, the criticism put me to a sound sleep, which I have never attained through every means before in the library. 一觉醒来，吾方觉手脚麻木，身心俱疲。不禁慨叹于Frost之杀伤力, which enchants one generation after another. As for me---一介俗人，explored a new usage of the critique concerning him, namely, it can be viewed as a placebo of physical fatigue.

    举目望去，阅览室内近空空焉。吾大有人去楼空，心境飘零之感。恍然间忆起 刘禹锡之“斯是陋室 唯吾德馨”。吾有书为伴，何来孤独萧瑟之感乎？

    呜呼，人生如梦。读一本好书，如饮Keats之葡萄美酒，芬芳唇齿，久久不忘。然读枯燥而晦涩之评论，却不可同日而语矣。其感如风雪中疾行，步履艰难。

In truth,吾亦想达“行到水穷处，坐看云起时”之境界，有“竹杖芒鞋轻胜马，谁怕？一蓑烟雨任平生”之气魄。But how can I?  

行文至此，室内依旧人丁稀少，缘吾众多同窗皆去与海事青蛙联谊矣。吾因Frost未完成，遂未去。读书疲惫之余，一时心中感慨无数，无法排遣，遂信手凃鸦耳。但因英汉夹杂，文笔拙劣，望read it for fun.

转载于:https://www.cnblogs.com/orient/archive/2007/02/16/651774.html