时间与河流

• 雁云

  2019-10-20
  "There is only one," he answered. "The great slow river - the dark and secret river of the night - the everlasting flood - the unceasing Mississippi...It is a river that I know so well, with all my life that I shall never tell about. Perhaps you will some day - perhaps you have the power in you - And if you do -" he paused. "And if I do?"Speak one word for a boy who could not speak against the Hortons of this land, but who once stood above a river - and who knew America as every other boy has known it." He turned, smilling: "If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, absent thee from felicity awhile, and in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, to tell my story."
• 雁云

  2019-10-20
  Then the two young men would thread that maze of drunken moonlit streets, and feel the animate and living silence of the great city all around them, and look then at the moon with drunken eyes, and see the moon, all bare and drunken in the skies, the whole earth and the ancient city drunk with joy and sleep and spring-time and the enchanted silences of the moon drunk squares. And they would come at length to Cambridge, to find the moonlight dark on the sleeping silence of the university and Harvard Square, and exultancy and joy welled up in them for ever; wild shouts and songs and laughter were torn from their throats and rang out through the sleeping streets of Cambridge, filling the moon-sweet air with jubilation, for they were drunken, young, and twenty - immortal confidence and victori...
• 雁云

  2019-10-20
  It now seemed to him that there was only one work in life which he could possibly do, and that this work was writing plays, and that if he could not succeed in his work he had better die, since any other life than the life of the playwright and the theatre was not to be endured.
• 雁云

  2019-10-20
  They were both young men, and both filled with all the vanity, anguish and hot pride of youth, and with its devotion and humility; they were both strong in their proud hope and faith and untried confidence; they both had shining gifts and powers and they were sure the world was theirs; they were splendid and fierce and weak and strong and foolish; the prescience of wild swelling joy was in them; and the goat cry was still torn from their wild young throast. They knew that the most fortunate, good and happy life that any man had ever known was theirs, if they would only take it; they knew that it impended instantly - the fortune, fame, and love for which their souls were panting; neither had yet turned the dark column, they knew that they were twenty, and that they could never die.
• 雁云

  2019-10-20
  Therefore we hurtle onward in the dark across Virginia, we hurtle onward in the darkness down a million roads, we hurtle onward driven by our hunger down the blind and brutal tunnel of ten thousand furious and kaleidoscopic days, the victims of the cruel impulse of a million chance and fleeting moments, without a wall at which to thrust the shoulder of our strength, a roof to hide us in our nakedness, a place to build in, or a door.
• nena

  2017-08-25
  Why was it? What was this grievous lack or loss - if lack or loss it was - in his own life? Why was it that, with his fierce, bitter, and insatiate hunger for life, his quenchless thirst for warmth, joy, love, and fellowship, his constant image, which had blazed in his heart since childhood, of the enchanted city of the great comrades and the glorious women, that he grew weary of people almost as soon as he met them? Why was it that he seemed to squeeze their lives dry of any warmth and interest they might have for him as one might squeeze an orange, and then was immediately filled with boredom, disgust, dreary tedium, and an impatient weariness and desire to escape so agonizing that it turned his feeling almost into hatred?
• Chagall

  2017-03-19
  O flower of love whose strong lips drink us downward into death, in all things far and fleeting, enchantress of our twenty thousands days, the brain will madden and the heart be twisted. broken by her kiss, but glory, glory, glory, she remains: Immortal love, alone and aching in the wilderness, we cried to you:You were not absent from our loneliness.
• 洛烨

  2012-02-03
  耶稣说，生活中最伟大的东西是爱。佛陀说，生活中最伟大的东西是人类精神的光芒。苏格拉底发现，人类最崇高的责任是服从于自己国家的法律。孔子在权衡了生命与死亡孰轻孰重之后，发现人类生存的唯一理由是尽可能多地保持社会的风俗习惯。
• 洛烨

  2012-01-27
  所有事物都是一如既往，不停地运动着，变化着，永远像一条河流，不息地流动，看样子宁静默然，却又变动不居，像伟大的河流那样，也想时间自身那样，寓变化于不变之中。
• 洛烨

  2012-01-27
  时间本身倒像冷静的旁观者，像人类沉静而悲伤的音乐那样，平和、安静、不受干扰。时间是由我们数百万行色匆匆的生命构成的，其本身却像永恒那样，一如既往，直至永远。
• 洛烨

  2012-01-27
  这个小家庭是数百万个家庭中的一个，他们聚集在广阔而永恒的天空狭隘，生活在美国这片孤独而荒野的大地上。他们数不胜数，默默无闻，会在记忆中淡忘，但是，他们为了安慰、温暖和爱，为了勇气和正直而聚在一起，去面对这些巨大的敌手，这些用户按不会消亡的，也是永远不会忘记的。
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  2011-10-11
  痛苦，在波士顿又一次经历了痛苦：树叶孤零飘飞，残云星星点点。在旷野中难道没有爱的呼唤吗？“——那是很久以前的事了。我活得太久了，经历的事情太多了。我可以告诉你许许多多的事情，”他舅舅以嘶哑的声音厌倦而冷淡地说道。他的眼睛毫无光泽，像死人一样，顷刻间，他看起来那么疲倦，那么苍老。突然，一种奇怪而令人困惑的景象出现在男孩的脑海里，这景象将在以后的许多年里多次出现：有一群老年人，有男的，也有女的，围坐在桌子旁边。他们都上了年纪，比他的舅舅的年龄还大；老年男女的面孔像古旧的瓷器一样纤弱，从他们虚弱的面孔中根本看不出他们的性别，因为他们看上去长得非常相像。他们年轻时互相认识。男人们喝酒，大家，逛窑子，互相憎恨，但都怜香惜玉。一些人因恐惧和嫉妒而丢掉了性命，而年轻人所怀有的恐惧和嫉妒不仅使他们堕落，而且于事无补。他们暗地里嘴唇狰狞，面色铁青；他们内心痛苦不堪；从他们的眼睛里闪射出对另一个男人的仇恨凶光——他们害怕他出人头地，而对他的失败欣喜若狂。当他们听到或读到他遭受伤害、失败或耻辱的时候，他们极度兴奋，狂笑不已。他们害怕说出或承认他们内心的所思所感，害怕受到同伴的嘲笑，他们说话时用词精挑细选，格外谨慎，互相诋毁对方。他们虚情假意，从不袒露自己真情实感。他们知道他们所说的是谎言。但是，在夜里，他们沿着黑暗的大道行走，冲着呼啸的狂风大声呼喊，他们为自己的欢乐和力量而放声呼喊；在夜里，他们在阴郁沉闷的空气中嗅闻着飘雪的气味，专心地观看纷飞的雪花，轻轻地朝窗玻璃吐唾液。他们迈着轻轻的步子在地上悄无声息地行走，心中充满了骄傲和隐秘的喜悦，他们的五脏六腑都预感到，美好的前景即将来临。每一个人都把自己看作是才华出众的伟人，每一个人都害怕和憎恨商业竞争对手或情敌——在人群中，他们以敌视的目光盯着对方，他们像羽毛直立的公鸡一样准备决斗，嫉妒地看着自己的女人，他们似乎从肩胛骨处瞥见一双双眼睛盯着...
• [已注销]

  2011-10-11
  无论如何，一天就要过去了，男孩感受到的，不是一天的结束和精神的倦怠，而是一种不断增强的惊喜和对成功的渴望。空气中散发着市场里各种奇妙的气味，以及大海的气味；他行走在用卵石铺设的人行道上，漫步于仓库和农产品商店波纹锡铁的屋檐下，富饶土地上的数百气味向他涌来：干净柳木条的强烈气味；橙子、柠檬、葡萄柚的令人嘴馋的酸味；腐烂卷心菜和蓝调橙子的臭味；白条鸡的石灰水味；冻鱼和牡蛎刺鼻的腥味；湿润干净花园里的清爽气味——还有各种果蔬的气味：大莴苣、卷心菜、薄皮上沿沾着泥土的新刨出的土豆。装在柳条筐里的新鲜脆生的香芹、放在香草里熟透的金黄色甜瓜——还有热带暖黄色水果的气味：香蕉、菠萝和鳄梨的气味。春天妙不可言的空气赋予所有这些气味以一种新鲜和甜美的活力；春天也把人行道上的柏油味带到了空气中，也把有八十年历史的古老仓库的浓浓香味慢慢地神秘地带到了空气中：松木包装箱的淡香味；达半个世纪之久的黏稠对肥的浓臭味，这臭味一直熏浸着古老仓库的木板；麻绳、柏油、松脂和大麻的气味；浓浓的糖浆味、人参味、浓烈的酒味、根汁汽水味和常年摞放的麻袋味；浓郁的咖啡味，那新磨制出的褐色咖啡，新鲜干净，浓郁诱人，令人万分欣喜；燕麦味、麦麸味和捆起的干草味；装在柳条筐里的鸡蛋、奶酪和奶油的气味；特别是鲜肉味、冷冻牛肉味、小牛肉味、上好的猪肉味；动物的脑子、肝脏、腰子的气味；脊骨肉、牛腩肉和颈垂肉的气味；生肉味、熟肉味；在那个肮脏街区的楼上有一个房间，屠户、面包师、银行家、经纪人、哈佛学子都贪婪地啃着牛排上最嫩的肉，吃着冒着热气的面包和硕大的没有去皮的热土豆。
• [已注销]

  2011-10-11
  在这些冷漠而可憎的面孔上，他看到的只有令人心寒的欢乐神情。这是一种邪恶的欢乐，因为这种欢乐“呼吸”着死亡世界里的毒气，并从自身的死亡中得到乐趣。他们根本感受不到他的痛苦和绝望。冬日凄清的光线照射在那些冷漠可憎的面孔上，但是，从这些面孔上，他不能为自己，或者为活着的人找到任何生活的希望。相反，从他们苍白的面孔上，从他们刻薄而肮脏的生活里，他看到了他们的冷漠、歹毒和喜悦，他们的面孔和生活就像在木桶下生长的无名野草一样萎萎缩缩，白中透黄；他从他们暗淡但狡黠的眼睛里砍见了瞬间明亮的神色，那神色似乎在告诉他，他们看到了他生活的绝望，了解他绝望的原因，并对他的绝望怀着刻骨的仇恨和无比的喜悦。他们冷漠的面孔和狡黠的眼神都在告诉他，对于像他这样的人，毫无希望和欢乐可言，毫无找到工作、获得成功和爱情的可能。生活在这个世界上，他将一事无成，等待他的只能是挫折、绝望和失败。生活中美好的东西已经在挫折、绝望和失败中消逝殆尽，生活已经成了藏污纳垢的地方，人们必须永远过着虽生犹死的生活。尽管夕阳霞光万道，但天气仍然阴冷，寒气逼人。他疯狂而绝望地看着那一张张可憎可厌的面孔，想从那里看到一缕希望之光。在极度痛苦和绝望中，他违心地说了一些使自己无地自容的话——他可怜巴巴地向那些面目可憎、铁石心肠的人再三乞求，希望得到一点怜悯，一点鼓励，希望他们对他的生活作出仁慈的评价。
• [已注销]

  2011-10-11
  这一次，波特小姐显示了她独具慧眼的才能。她总是能看出问题的所在，于是，让一名在大学读书的年轻比利时人坐在亨特身边。这个学生几乎不懂英语，对罗马天主教却忠心耿耿。没出五分钟，两个人就展开了一场激烈的争论。比利时人彬彬有礼，但不顾一切地捍卫自己的信仰。然而，在亨特的进攻面前，他像一只羔羊一样毫无招架之力，因为他那一星半点的英语几乎说不出口。亨特则像一只老虎，粗野无情地向他发动进攻。这场面看上去令人痛心：年轻人文质彬彬，柔声细语，由于窘迫和痛苦，满脸涨红，在另一个人肆无忌惮的残酷攻击下，他的心理受到了重创。
• [已注销]

  2011-10-11
  在战争期间，亨特颇为有名气，是不屈不挠的和平主义者，被警察殴打，投入监狱多次，但是，他究竟多少次入狱，他自己也记不清楚。既然暂时出狱，他就更加猛烈地抨击社会体制了。他有着不容置疑的勇气和深刻的真诚，但是，他所忍受的磨难和他所经受的残暴无情的对待，都给他的生活留下了难以消除的伤痕。不知怎的，他的脸像一块大疮疤，嘴上有深深的伤痕。他看上去很冷酷无情，说话时可以像蛇一样把嘴扭到耳旁。对人们说话时，特别是对那些对他意见不同的人说话时，他粗暴严厉，冷嘲热讽，飞扬跋扈，根本不能容人。
• nena

  2017-08-20
  He never saw any of them again, but he could not forget them. And as the years went on, the memory of all their folly, falseness, and hypocrisy was curiously altered and subdued and the memory that grew more vivid and dominant was of a little family, one of millions huddled below the immense and timeless skies that bend above us, lost in the darkness of nameless and unnumbered lives upon the lonely wilderness of life that is America, and banked together against these giant antagonists, for comfort, warmth, and love, with a courage and integrity that would not die and could not be forgotten.
• tiaah

  2022-01-10
  当他问她可否把车子弄出来让他学着开一下时，她把手叉在腰间，脑袋偏向一侧，静静地看着他。她嘲弄的微笑使他产生一种窒息的恼怒和莫名的羞辱，同时也产生一种难以形容、强烈的怜悯之情，因为在这种感受背后，他感到的是她苍白、高高的前额，虚弱、无神、孩子般的眼睛，还有她孩子般毫无掩饰的智慧，单纯、永恒的天真，这个孩子在灵魂和品格中拥有不灭的希望和信仰，正透过岁月的面具向外注视着。
• tiaah

  2022-01-10
  起初，他们轮流同她柔韧、善变的性格进行着较量，在同她的意志进行斗争的过程中耗尽了所有的力气和能量，而她的意志却像某种可以让步但却毫不屈服的东西，这种东西可以抓在手里，可以在气愤的紧握中捏扁、窒息，但是它却以新的形状、形式、组合向外膨胀——它会流动，会让步，会撤离，会后退，会前进、但始终保持着原样，最终击溃一切。