Flora之声-英语美文晨读

Dear Little One,

亲爱的女儿，

Recently, your mother and I were searching the Internet, and Google returned a list of the most popular searches in the world. Perched at the top was "How to keep him interested".

最近，妈妈和我在上网时，收到谷歌推送的一份网络热门搜索清单，置顶的热搜是“如何让他对你感兴趣”。

It startled me. I scanned several of the countless articles about how to be sexy, when to bring him a beer versus a sandwich, and the ways to make him feel smart and superior.

我被这个问题吓一跳，于是在无数条回答这个问题的文章中选择了几篇浏览，这些文章都是关于如何让自己变得更性感、何时递给他一瓶啤酒和三明治，以及如何让他感觉自己聪明而优越，诸如此类的方法。

And I got angry.

我生气了。

Little One, it is not, has never been, and never will be your job to "keep him interested".

孩子，“让他对你感兴趣”这件事，现在不是、过去不曾是、且以后永远也不会是你的责任或义务。

Little One, your only task is to know deeply in your soul—in that unshakable place that isn’t rattled by rejection and loss and ego—that you are worthy of interest. 

孩子，你唯一要做的是：在灵魂深处——在那坚定不移、不因拒绝和失去以及自我而慌乱的地方——告诉自己，你值得。

If you can remember that everyone else is worthy of interest also, the battle of your life will be mostly won. But that is a letter for another day.

如果你还能记住，世界上其他每个人也有值得被人喜欢之处，那么你的人生之战多数会赢。但关于这个话题，我还有另一封信要写给你。

If you can trust your worth in this way, you will be attractive in the most important sense of the word: You will attract a boy who is both capable of interest and who wants to spend his one life investing all his interest in you.

如果你相信自己值得被珍重，那你就是"迷人"本身；你会吸引那么一个男孩，他不仅会为你着迷，还会想要将往后余生的全部目光倾注于你。

Little One, I want to tell you about the boy who doesn’t need to be kept interested, because he knows you are interesting.

孩子，我想告诉你，对于这样的男孩，你不需要去研究如何让他对你感兴趣，因为你在他眼里本就自带吸引力。

I don’t care if he puts his elbows on the dinner table—as long as he puts his eyes on the way your nose scrunches when you smile. And then can’t stop looking.

我不介意他是否喜欢将手肘搁在餐桌上——只要他将满眼的目光都簇拥在你微笑时蜷缩的鼻头上，然后再也移不开视线。

I don’t care if he can’t play a bit of golf with me—as long as he can play with the children you give him and revel in the glorious and frustrating ways they are just like you.

我不介意他能否和我打高尔夫——只要他能和你为他生下的孩子们玩耍，并且陶醉于孩子们那些和你一样既美妙又恼人的小性格。

I couldn’t care less how he votes—as long as he wakes up every morning and daily elects you to a place of honor in your home and a place of reverence in his heart.

我不在乎他把选票投给什么党派——只要他每天早上醒来，把你视为这个小家里值得尊敬的一员。

In the end, Little One, if you stumble across a man like that, and he and I have nothing else in common, we will have the most important thing in common: you.

最后，孩子，如果你偶然遇见一个像这样的男人，而他和我没什么共同之处，不用担心，因为我们会有最重要的共同点：你。

Your eternally interested guy,

永远对你感兴趣的，

Daddy

爸爸

『Date A Girl Who Reads』

和爱读书的女孩谈恋爱

She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. 

她常常为收纳空间不够而烦恼，因为实在有太多书了。

She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. 

她是书店里在书架边流连的可爱女子，是每每找到想要的书就会高兴得叫出声的女孩。

She can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

她总是控制不住想要闻闻那些书，尤其是那种黄页书。

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. 

她是那个在街尾咖啡厅一边读书一边等人的女孩。

If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. 

当你偷瞄她的杯子，会发现里面的奶精已经浮上来了，只因她读书太专注忘了搅拌杯中物。

She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. 

当你靠近她，她可能会瞟你一眼，因为爱读书的女孩不喜欢阅读时被打扰。

Ask her if she likes the book. Buy her another cup of coffee. Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. 

你可以问她喜不喜欢那本书，再给她买一杯咖啡，让她知道你真的读过村上春树的作品。问问她是否读完了《伙伴》的第一章节。

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words. 

跟爱读书的女孩谈恋爱很简单。不管是生日、圣诞节还是纪念日，书就是最好的礼物。

Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop.
爱读书的女孩明白，人，就跟书中的角色一样，是会成长的。

When you find her up at 2 am. clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you.
如果你发现她在凌晨两点还不睡，而是紧紧抱着一本书啜泣，泡杯茶给她，抱抱她，几个小时后她又会恢复成原来的她。

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it.

和一个爱读书的女孩谈恋爱，因为你值得拥有。

You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable.

她能给你能想象得到最多彩的生活，这个女孩你值得拥有。

If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

如果你想拥抱世界或者世界之外的世界，那么就和一个爱读书的女孩谈恋爱吧。

『 早市的太阳 』

作者 | 严力 朗读 | Flora Fang

BGM-

You find yourself at the morning market

Carrying a bag of food

A bag of a myriad of seller's calls

你发现自己在早市上

拎着一袋食物

一袋各种各样的叫卖声

A bag of fat, protein and vitamins-

All carefully calculated

A bag of the weight of life

一袋脂肪、蛋白质以及维生素

这些都是经过精打细算的-

一袋生活的重量

For such a long time

I'm there at the intersection-

tasting my life

很久很久

我继续站在路口品味自己的生命

How natural, everyday

The sun carries a bag of its own light

日常是多么自然

太阳啊拎着一袋自己洒落的阳光

「Cold Night」

A song by Sarah MacDougall

While the sunlight freezes up

当阳光定格

I think of you again

我又想到了你

And the snow is lying cold

雪冷冷的铺在地上

Looks like the blanket on this town

像是这个小镇的地毯

And it drips down from the rooftops

它从屋顶掉落

While I hear the winter whisper

我听到了冬天的低语

That everything is naked

所有事都裸露着

And stark underneath

在雪的覆盖之下

You coming to my mind

你又浮现在我的脑海

Like so many times before

像之前很多次一样

Seems like it's been forever

感觉它会持续永久

Since I couldn't let you go

我还是不能放手让你走

And all my mistakes

我所有的错误

Dig themselves into my heart again

在心里铭记的更深

And all your words they come back

所有你说的话又回响起来

So much clearer to me now

在我的耳边如此清晰

And it's cold, cold night

多么冷的夜晚

Leaves me breathless and in doubt

我无法呼吸又满腹迟疑

There’s a silence and a calm tonight

在这个寂静清冷的夜晚

And I wonder if I was right

我思索自己是否正确

I remember every word that you said

我记得你说的每一句话

But I wonder if I was really

但我怀疑我是否真的这样

The love you drink it all of full

爱已被你一饮而尽

And the trees white and drunk

树白茫茫的，像个醉汉那样立着

And strip down of their clothes

舞女脱下自己的衣服

And I realize I am not sure

我意识到我不再记得

What you look like anymore

你的模样

But every cell says I remember you well

但是每个细胞告诉我，我还牢牢记得你

But it's been so long since I saw you laugh out loud

但是离我上次看到你笑已经过去好久了

And if I could, I ply our boat, snow it tonight

如果我可以，要用我们的船，在雪里滑行

Cause something is erupting in the ground underneath

一些事情已经发生变化

And its cold, cold night

多么冷的夜晚

Leaves me breathless and out

我无法呼吸又满腹迟疑

There’s silence and cold tonight

在这个寂静清冷的夜晚

And I wonder if you were right

我在想 是否你当初说得对

杜拉斯《情人》（节选）

THE LOVER Part I For Bruno Nuytten

ONE DAY, I was already old, inthe entrance of a public place a man came up to me. He introduced himself and said:'I've known you for years. Every-one says you were beautiful when you were young, but I want to tell you I think you're more beautiful now than then. Rather than your face as a young woman, I perfer your face as it is now. Ravaged.'

我已经老了。有一天，一个男人主动向我走来，介绍自己，那是在一处公共场所的大厅里。他对我说：“我认识你，永远都不会忘记。那时你很年轻，大家都说你美丽极了，现在我特意来告诉你，在我看来，现在的你比年轻时更美，你现在这张备受摧残的面孔比年轻时娇嫩的面孔更让我热爱。”

I often think of the image only I can see now, and of which I've never spoken. It's always there, in the same silence, amazing. It's the only image of myself I like, the only one in which I recognize myself, in which I delight.

我常常想起这个形象，想起这个只有我一个人能看到、并且从来不曾和别人说过的形象。它永远让人在悄无声息中惊叹。它是所有形象中唯一能让我感到愉悦的，只有它的存在，我才能认识自己，并且心醉神迷。

Very early in my life it was too late. It was already too late when I was eighteen. Between eighteen and twenty-five my face took off in a new direction. I grew old at eighteen. 

太晚了，太晚了，这在我一生中来得太早，也太过匆匆了。我才十八岁，就已经太晚了。从十八岁到二十五岁之间，我就已经面目全非了。我从十八岁那年就开始衰老。

I don't know if it's the same for everyone. I've never asked. But I believe I've heard of the way time can suddenly accelerate on people when they're going through even the most youthful and highly esteemed stages of life.

我不知道是不是每个人都这样，我从来没有打听过。好像有人对我说过，时间如白驹过隙，转瞬即逝，特别是当你享受人生中最美丽的花样年华的时候，时间的匆匆会让你感到震惊。

My ageing was very sudden. I saw it spread over my features one by one, changing the relationship between them, making the eyes larger, the expression sadder, the mouth more final, leaving great creases in the forehead.

衰老的过程是冷酷无情的。我眼看着岁月在我脸上刻下痕迹，我的容颜渐渐变得衰老，眼睛越来越大了，而且光却渐渐地暗淡无神，嘴唇僵硬木讷，额头上也满是皱纹。

But instead of being dismayed I watched this process with the same sort of interest i might have taken in the reading of a book. And I knew I was right, that one day it would slow down and take its normal course. 

这一切并不让我觉得恐惧，相反，我带着读一本有趣的书籍的兴致，观察着衰老在我的面容上肆意践踏。我相信，衰老总有一天会放慢步伐，按照正常的速度奇安静的，这不会错。

The people who knew me at seventeen, when I went to France, were surprised when they saw me again two years later, at nineteen. And I've kept it ever since, the new face I had then. 

那些在我十七岁回到法国认识我的人，在两年后见到十九岁的我，一定会很诧异。虽然我的面容已经大变，但我毕竟还是把它保留下来了。

It has been my face. It's got older still, of course, but less, comparatively, than it would otherwise have done. It's scored with deep, dry wrinkles, the skin is cracked. But my face hasn't collapsed, as some with fine features have done. It's kept the same contours, but its substance has been laid waste. I have a face laid waste.

他是我曾经的面孔。他虽然已经变老了，肯定是老了，但比起它应该变成的样子，却也没有老到那种地步。我现在有一张布满皱纹的脸，皮肤也干枯了。可它却不想一些纤细脆弱的面孔那样被毁于一旦，它仍然保持了原有的轮廓，只是，它实际上已经被毁掉了。我的容貌是被摧毁了。

《命运的简单转折》（节选）

作者 | Bob Dylan  冷霜 | 译

朗读 | Flora Fang / BGM |《Guitar Lullaby》

They sat together in the park

As the evening sky grew dark

She looked at him

and he felt a spark tingle to his bones

It was then he felt alone and wished that he'd gone straight

And watched out for a simple twist of fate

他们一起坐在公园里

黄昏的天空逐渐变暗

她看着他

他觉得有颗火星刺痛了骨头

那一刻他感到孤单

多希望还能重新开始

并提防命运的简单转折

They walked alone by the old canal 

A little confused I remember well

And stopped into a strange hotel with a neon burnin’ bright

He felt the heat of the night hit him like a freight train

Moving with a simple twist of fate

他们沿着旧运河一直走

有些茫然

我清楚地记得

而后停下来走进一家霓虹灯炽亮的陌生旅馆

他感到夜晚的热浪迎面袭来

像一列货车呼啸

带着命运的简单转折

A saxophone someplace far off played

As she was walkin’ by the arcade

As the light bust through a beat-up shade

where he was wakin’ up

She dropped a coin into the cup of a blind man at the gate

And forgot about a simple twist of fate

一支萨克斯风吹奏在很远的地方

此时她正穿过走廊

当他醒来

光线已刺透了破旧的窗帘

她往门边盲人的碗里丢了枚硬币

抛之脑后的是——

命运的简单转折

Wind turns back the sheets of the field.

What needs to sleep, sleeps there.

What needs to rest.

风把田野的被单揭开。

凡是需要睡下的，都在那里睡下。

凡是该休息的也都已经歇息。

The door has fallen from the moon.

It floats in the slough, all knob and hinges.

门从月亮上掉下来，

带着把手和铰链，漂在沼泽地里。

Now the moon's so open

anything could walk right through.

此时的月亮是这样通透，

不管是什么都能从正面穿过去。

Only the fox is travelling.

One minute he's a cat, the next a coyote.

只有狐狸在四下行走。

它一会儿是只猫，一会儿又像是郊狼。

Enough light to see by

yet my mouth lies in darkness.

What needs to sleep, sleeps there.

What needs to rest.

光线足够用来看清身边的事情，

可是嘴巴却躺在黑暗里。

凡是需要睡下的，都在那里睡下。

凡是该休息的也都已经歇息。

Outside my mind, the wind is reckoning.

Always there is something

to figure out.

在我的心外，风还在盘算着。

总像是有什么心事

一定要合计出来。

朗读 | Flora Fang / 

BGM |《つぼみ》

冬·第一章

我爱在淡淡的太阳短命的日子，

临窗把喜爱的工作静静做完；

才到下午四点，便又冷又昏黄，

我将用一杯酒灌溉我的心田。

多么快，人生已到严酷的冬天。

In the pale and short-lived sunshine,

I quietly finish my work by the window;

Four o’clock in the afternoon, cold and dim,

I moisten my dry heart with a cup of wine.

So soon, my life is reaching its winter.

我爱在枯草的山坡，死寂的原野，

独自凭吊已埋葬的火热一年，

看着冰冻的小河还在冰下面流，

不知低语着什么，只是听不见。

呵，生命也跳动在严酷的冬天。

On a bare hillside or in a withered field,

I lonely mourn for my year past and buried here,

A freezing river flows from under the ice,

No speech is heard, even no sound.

Ah, life is dancing in severe winter!

我爱在冬晚围着温暖的炉火，

和两三昔日的好友会心闲谈，

听着北风吹得门窗沙沙地响，

而我们回忆着快乐无忧的往年。

人生的乐趣也在严酷的冬天。

Sitting by a fire at winter night,

With a couple of my friends chatting along,

I hear the rustling wind knocking at the door,

While we recall our carefree childhood.

Life is so enjoyable even in severe winter.

我爱在雪花飘飞的不眠之夜，

把已死去或尚存的亲人珍念，

当茫茫白雪铺下遗忘的世界，

我愿意感情的热流溢于心间，

来温暖人生的这严酷的冬天。

At a snowy sleepless winter night,

I cherish my dear ones alive or dead,

When snow covers all with white forgetfulness,

I would flood my warm blood from my heart

To warm up all life in the spell of winter.

『 节选自电影《真爱至上》』

每当我为世界的现状感到沮丧时，我就会想到伦敦希思罗机场的接机大厅。Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrival's gate at Heathrow airport. 

很多人都开始觉得，我们生活在一个充满贪婪与憎恨的世界里，但我却不这么认为。General opinion start to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed. 
对我来说，真爱无处不在。它可能并不起眼，也上不了报纸头条，但它的的确确存在着。But I don't see that, seems to me that love is everywhere. 

它存在于父子、母女、夫妻、男朋友、女朋友、还有老朋友之间。Often it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it's always there, fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriend, girlfriend, old friends. 
飞机撞上双子楼的那一刻，据我所知，没有一通来自航班上的通话传递的是仇恨或复仇，它们全部是爱的留言。When the plane hit the Twin Tower, as far as I know, none of the phone calls from people on board were messages of hate or revenge. 
如果你用心去看，我确信你会发现，真爱其实无处不在。If you look for it, I've got a sneaky feeling that love actually is all around.

圣诞节要跟你爱的人在一起度过。

Christmas is the time to be with the people you love.

老实说，虽然我老是抱怨，我们却一起度过了美好的人生。

And to be honest, despite all my... complaining, we have had a wonderful life.

我应该每天都跟她说我爱她，因为她每天都很完美。

I should have told her every day because she was perfect every day.

男人必须去做男人应该做的事情。

A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.

实际上我满脑子都有想你。

I think about you all the time,actually.

我只要你属于我。

I just want you for my own.

请让我愿望成真。

Make my wish come true.

爱 过 之 后

「 After Love 」

作者 | 杰克·吉尔伯特 [美国]

Jack Gilbert

译者 | 柳向阳

He is watching the music with his eyes closed.

他凝神于音乐，眼睛闭着。

Hearing the piano like a man moving

倾听钢琴像一个人穿行

through the woods thinking by feeling.

在林间，思想依随于感觉。

The orchestra up in the trees, the heart below,

乐队在树林上方，而心在树下，

step by step. The music hurrying sometimes,

一级接一级。音乐有时变得急促，

but always returning to quiet, like the man

但总是归于平静，像那个人

remembering and hoping. It is a thing in us,

回忆着，期待着。这是我们自身之一物，

mostly unnoticed. There is somehow a pleasure

却常常被忽略。莫名地，有一种快乐

in the loss. In the yearning. The pain

在丧失中。在渴望中。痛苦

going this way and that. Never again.

正这样或那样地离去。永不再来。

Never bodied again. Again the never.

永不再次凝聚成形。又一次永不。

Slowly. No undergrowth. Almost leaving.

缓慢。并非不充分。几乎离去。

A humming beauty in the silence.

寂静里一种蜂鸣之美。

The having been. Having had. And the man

那曾经存在的。曾经拥有的。还有那个人

knowing all of him will come to the end.

他知道他的一切都即将结束。

柳向阳 译

选自《蓝诗歌》，长江文艺出版社

朗读 | Flora Fang

BGM |《첫만남初相遇》