幸福是什么？幸福之路又在哪里？这样一个简单的问题，对于不同的人来说，答案却不尽相同。当我们在勤于学业、劳于工作、忙于琐事之余，找一个静静的角落，用心思考一下，我们真的幸福了吗？我们真的是走在通向幸福的道路上吗？

The

Force That through the Green Fuse Drives the Flower

Dilan Thomas

 

The

force that through the green fuse drives the flower

Drives

my green age; that blasts the roots of trees

Is my

destroyer .

And I am

dumb to tell the crooked rose

My youth

is bent by the same wintry fever.

 

The

force that drives the water through the rocks

Drives

my red blood; that dries the mouthing streams

Turns

mine to wax.

And I am

dumb to mouth unto my veins

How at

the mountain spring the same mouth sucks.

 

The hand

that whirls the water in the pool

Stirs

the quicksand; that ropes the blowing wind

Hauls my

shroud sail.

And I am

dumb to tell the hanging man

How of

my clay is made the hangman's lime.

 

The lips

of time leech to the fountain head;

Love

drips and gathers, but the fallen blood

Shall

calm her sores.

And I am

dumb to tell a weather's wind

How time

has ticked a heaven round the stars.

 

And I am

dumb to tell the lover's tomb

How at

my sheet goes the same crooked worm.

Loveliness, needs not the foreign aid of

ornament, but is when unadorned, adorned the most. (James Thompson)

 

可爱，并不需要外来的装饰，天然的可爱远比雕饰的更可爱。（詹姆斯·汤普森）

Men are April when they woo, December when

they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are

wives. (William Shakespeare)

 

男人求婚时像四月天，婚后像十二月天；女人少女时像五月天，为人妻后就变天。（莎士比亚）

威廉·哈兹利特（1778-1830），英国著名作家，文艺评论家。其散文内容丰富，结构明快，遣词造句新颖奇特，具有鲜明的个人风格，代表作有《直言者》、《素描与随笔》等。在英国文学史上，哈兹利特被誉为最有才华的散文作家之一。

威廉·哈兹利特（1778-1830），英国著名作家，文艺评论家。其散文内容丰富，结构明快，遣词造句新颖奇特，具有鲜明的个人风格，代表作有《直言者》、《素描与随笔》等。在英国文学史上，哈兹利特被誉为最有才华的散文作家之一。

塞缪尔·约翰逊（1709-1784），英国著名作家，词典编纂者。以毕生精力编纂完成《英语大词典》，对英语语言的发展产生了重大影响。另著有文艺评论《英国诗人传》，散文集《漫步者》等。其散文辞藻华丽，妙语连珠，尽显英语之美。

塞缪尔·约翰逊（1709-1784），英国著名作家，词典编纂者。以毕生精力编纂完成《英语大词典》，对英语语言的发展产生了重大影响。另著有文艺评论《英国诗人传》，散文集《漫步者》等。其散文辞藻华丽，妙语连珠，尽显英语之美。

I Am Willing that It

Is A Torrent

Petofi Sandor   I am willing that it is a torrent

the river in the mountain

pass the rock on the rugged mountain path

Only my spouse

It is a small fish,

swim happily in my spray.

 

I willing neglect woods

two sides in river

to a burst of blast,

Fight bravely

Only my spouse

It is a bird

Dense in mine

Make the nest among the branch Pipe.

 

I am willing that it is the ruins,

on high and steep mountain and rock,

this ruin mourned in silence does not make

me dejected,

Only my spouse

It is the blue and green blue and green

Chinese ivy,

along my bleak and desolate volume,

climb up by holding on to and rise on

intimate terms with each otherly.

 

I am willing that it is the thatched

cottage,

in the deep mountain valley bottom,

endure the strike of the trials and

hardship to the fullest extent on the top of the thatched cottage,

Only my spouse

It is the lovely flame, in my stove,

flash slowly happily.

 

I am willing that it is a cloud,

it is the grey breaking the flag,

swing too lazy to feel like floating in the

vast sky ,

Only my spouse

Coral's the setting sun,

draw near me pale face and show

bright-colored brilliance.

The Road Not Taken

By Robert Frost

 

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

 

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that， the passing

there

Had worn them really about the same,

 

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

 

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And

that has made all the difference.