瓦尔登湖:Spring6
In the morning I watched the geese from the door through the mist， sailing in the middle of the pond， fifty rods off， so large and tumultuous that Walden appeared like an artificial pond for their amusement. But when I stood on the shore they at once rose up with a great flapping of wings at the signal of their commander， and when they had got into rank circled about over my head， twenty-nine of them， and then steered straight to Canada， with a regular honk from the leader at intervals， trusting to break their fast in muddier pools. A "plump" of ducks rose at the same time and took the route to the north in the wake of their noisier cousins.
For a week I heard the circling， groping clangor of some solitary goose in the foggy mornings， seeking its companion， and still peopling the woods with the sound of a larger life than they could sustain. In April the pigeons were seen again flying express in small flocks， and in due time I heard the martins twittering over my clearing， though it had not seemed that the township contained so many that it could afford me any， and I fancied that they were peculiarly of the ancient race that dwelt in hollow trees ere white men came. In almost all climes the tortoise and the frog are among the precursors and heralds of this season， and birds fly with song and glancing plumage， and plants spring and bloom， and winds blow，to correct this slight oscillation of the poles and preserve the equilibrium of nature.
As every season seems best to us in its turn， so the coming in of spring is like the creation of Cosmos out of Chaos and the realization of the Golden Age.――
"Eurus ad Auroram Nabathaeaque regna recessit，Persidaque， et radiis juga subdita matutinis."
"The East-Wind withdrew to Aurora and the Nabathean kingdom，And the Persian， and the ridges placed under the morning rays.。 . . . . . .
Man was born. Whether that Artificer of things，The origin of a better world， made him from the divine seed；Or the earth， being recent and lately sundered from the high Ether， retained some seeds of cognate heaven."
A single gentle rain makes the grass many shades greener. So our prospects brighten on the influx of better thoughts. We should be blessed if we lived in the present always， and took advantage of every accident that befell us， like the grass which confesses the influence of the slightest dew that falls on it； and did not spend our time in atoning for the neglect of past opportunities， which we call doing our duty. We loiter in winter while it is already spring. In a pleasant spring morning all men's sins are forgiven. Such a day is a truce to vice. While such a sun holds out to burn，the vilest sinner may return. Through our own recovered innocence we discern the innocence of our neighbors. You may have known your neighbor yesterday for a thief， a drunkard， or a sensualist， and merely pitied or despised him， and despaired of the world； but the sun shines bright and warm this first spring morning， recreating the world， and you meet him at some serene work， and see how it is exhausted and debauched veins expand with still joy and bless the new day， feel the spring influence with the innocence of infancy，and all his faults are forgotten. There is not only an atmosphere of good will about him， but even a savor of holiness groping for expression， blindly and ineffectually perhaps， like a new-born instinct， and for a short hour the south hill-side echoes to no vulgar jest. You see some innocent fair shoots preparing to burst from his gnarled rind and try another year's life， tender and fresh as the youngest plant. Even he has entered into the joy of his Lord. Why the jailer does not leave open his prison doors ―― why the judge does not dismis his case ―― why the preacher does not dismiss his congregation！ It is because they do not obey the hint which God gives them， nor accept the pardon which he freely offers to all.
"A return to goodness produced each day in the tranquil and beneficent breath of the morning， causes that in respect to the love of virtue and the hatred of vice， one approaches a little the primitive nature of man， as the sprouts of the forest which has been felled. In like manner the evil which one does in the interval of a day prevents the germs of virtues which began to spring up again from developing themselves and destroys them.
"After the germs of virtue have thus been prevented many times from developing themselves， then the beneficent breath of evening does not suffice to preserve them. As soon as the breath of evening does not suffice longer to preserve them， then the nature of man does not differ much from that of the brute. Men seeing the nature of this man like that of the brute， think that he has never possessed the innate faculty of reason. Are those the true and natural sentiments of man？"
"The Golden Age was first created， which without any avenger Spontaneously without law cherished fidelity and rectitude. Punishment and fear were not； nor were threatening words read On suspended brass； nor did the suppliant crowd fear The words of their judge； but were safe without an avenger. Not yet the pine felled on its mountains had descended To the liquid waves that it might see a foreign world，And mortals knew no shores but their own.。 . . . . . . There was eternal spring， and placid zephyrs with warm Blasts soothed the flowers born without seed."
On the 29th of April， as I was fishing from the bank of the river near the Nine-Acre-Corner bridge， standing on the quaking grass and willow roots， where the muskrats lurk， I heard a singular rattling sound， somewhat like that of the sticks which boys play with their fingers， when， looking up， I observed a very slight and graceful hawk， like a nighthawk， alternately soaring like a ripple and tumbling a rod or two over and over， showing the under side of its wings， which gleamed like a satin ribbon in the sun， or like the pearly inside of a shell. This sight reminded me of falconry and what nobleness and poetry are associated with that sport. The Merlin it seemed to me it might be called： but I care not for its name. It was the most ethereal flight I had ever witnessed. It did not simply flutter like a butterfly， nor soar like the larger hawks，but it sported with proud reliance in the fields of air； mounting again and again with its strange chuckle， it repeated its free and beautiful fall， turning over and over like a kite， and then recovering from its lofty tumbling， as if it had never set its foot on terra firma. It appeared to have no companion in the universe ――sporting there alone ―― and to need none but the morning and the ether with which it played. It was not lonely， but made all the earth lonely beneath it. Where was the parent which hatched it， its kindred， and its father in the heavens？ The tenant of the air， it seemed related to the earth but by an egg hatched some time in the crevice of a crag； ―― or was its native nest made in the angle of a cloud， woven of the rainbow's trimmings and the sunset sky， and lined with some soft midsummer haze caught up from earth？ Its eyry now some cliffy cloud.
在黎明中，我守望着雾中的飞鹅，在五十杆以外的湖心游泳，它们这样多，这样乱，瓦尔登仿佛成了一个供它们嬉戏的人造池。可是，等到我站到湖岸上，它们的领袖发出一个信号，全体拍动了翅膀，便立时起飞，它们列成一队形，就在我头顶盘旋一匝，一共二十九只，直向加拿大飞去，它们的领袖每隔一定的间歇便发出一声映叫，好像通知它们到一些比较混浊的湖中去用早饭。一大堆野鸭也同时飞了起来，随着喧闹的飞鹅向北飞去。
有一星期，我听到失群的孤鹅在雾蒙蒙的黎明中盘旋，摸索，叫唳，寻找它的伴侣，给予森林以超过它能负担的音响。四月中看得到鸽子了，一小队一小队迅速飞过：到一定的时候我听到小燕儿在我的林中空地上吱吱叫，虽然我知道飞燕在乡镇并不是多得让我在这里也可以有一两只，但是我想这种小燕儿也许是古代的苗裔，在白人来到之前，它们就在树洞中居住了。几乎在任何地区，乌龟和青蛙常常是这一季节的前驱者和传信使，而鸟雀歌唱着飞，闪着它们的羽毛，植物一跃而起，花朵怒放，和风也吹拂，以调正两极的振摆，保持大自然的平衡。
每一个季节，在我看来，对于我们都是各极其妙的；因此春大的来临，很像混饨初开，宇宙创始，黄金时代的再现。――“Eurus ad Auroram Nabathaeaque regna recessit，Persldaque，et radiis juga subdita matutinis.”
“东风退到曙光和拿巴沙王国，波斯，和置于黎明光芒下的山冈。
人诞生了。究竟是万物的创造主，为创始更好世界，以神的种子创造人；还是为了大地，新近才从高高的太空坠落，保持了一些天上的同类种族。“
一场柔雨，青草更青。我们的展望也这样，当更好的思想注入其中，它便光明起来。
我们有福了，如果我们常常生活在“现在”，对任何发生的事情，都能善于利用，就像青草承认最小一滴露水给它的影响；别让我们惋借失去的机会，把时间耗费在抱怨中，而要认为那是尽我们的责任。春天已经来到了，我们还停留在冬天里。在一个愉快的春日早晨，一切人类的罪恶全部得到了宽赦。这样的一个日子是罪恶消融的日子。阳光如此温暖，坏人也会回头。由于我们自己恢复了纯洁，我们也发现了邻人的纯洁。也许，在昨天，你还把某一个邻居看做贼子醉鬼，或好色之徒，不是可怜他，就是轻视他，对世界你也是非常悲观；可是太阳照耀得光亮而温和，在这个春天的第一个黎明，世界重新创造，你碰到他正在做一件清洁的工作，看到他的衰颓而淫欲的血管中，静静的欢乐涨溢了，在祝福这一个新日子，像婴孩一样纯洁地感受了春天的影响，他的一切错误你一下子都忘记了。不仅他周身充满着善意，甚至还有一种圣洁的风味缭绕着，也许正盲目地无结果地寻求着表现，好像有了一种新的本能，片刻之间，向阳的南坡上便没有任何庸俗的笑声回荡。你看到他纠曲的树皮上有一些纯洁的芽枝等着茁生，要尝试这一年的新生活，这样柔和，新鲜，有如一株幼树。他甚至于已经进入了上帝的喜悦中间。为什么狱吏不把牢狱的门打开，――为什么审判官不把他手上的案件撤销，――为什么布道的人不叫会众离去；这是因为这些人不服从上帝给他们的暗示，也因为他们不愿接受上帝自由地赐给一切人的大赦。
“牛山之木尝美矣，以其效于大国也。斧斤伐之可以为美乎？是其日夜之所息，雨露之所润，非无萌孽之生焉。牛羊之从而牧之，是以若彼之濯濯也。人见其濯濯也，以为未尝有材焉，此岂山之性也哉。
“虽存乎人者，岂无仁义之心哉。其所以放其良心者，亦犹斧斤之于木也。旦旦而伐之，可为美乎？其日夜之所息，平旦之气，其好恶与人相近也者几希？则其旦昼之所为，有梏亡之矣。梏之反复，则其夜气不足以存，夜气不足以存，则其违禽兽不远矣。
人见其禽兽也，而以为未尝有才焉者，是岂人之情也哉。“
黄金时代初创时，世无复仇者，没有法律而自动信守忠诚和正直，没有刑名没有恐惧，从来也没有。
恐吓文字没铸在黄铜上高高挂起，乞援者也不焦虑审判者口头的话，一切都平安，世无复仇者。
高山上还没有松树被砍伐下来，水波可以流向一个异国的世界，人类除了自己的海岸不知有其他。
春光永不消逝，徐风温馨吹拂，抚育那不须播种自然生长的花朵。
在四月二十九日，我在九亩角桥附近的河岸上钓鱼，站在飘摇的草和柳树的根上，那里躲着一些麝鼠。我听到了一种奇特的响声，有一点像小孩子用他们的手指来玩的木棒所发出来的声音，这时我抬头一看，我看到了一只很小、很漂亮的鹰，模样像夜鹰，一忽儿像水花似的飞旋，一忽儿翻跟斗似的落下一两杆，如是轮流，展示了它的翅膀的内部，在日光下闪闪如一条缎带，或者说像一只贝壳内层的珠光。这一副景象使我想起了放鹰捕禽的技术，关于这一项运动曾经伴随着何等崇高的意兴，抒写过多少诗歌啊。
这好像可以称为 隼了，我倒是不在乎它的名字。这是我所看见过的最灵活的一次飞翔。
它并不像一只蝴蝶那样翩跹，也不像较大的那一些鸷鹰似的扶摇，它在太空中骄傲而有信心地嬉戏，发出奇异的咯咯之声，越飞越高，于是一再任意而优美地下降，像鸢鸟般连连翻身，然后又从它在高处的翻腾中恢复过来，好像它从来不愿意降落在大地上，看来在天空之中，鸷鸟之不群兮，――它独自在那里嬉戏，除了空气和黎明之外，它似乎也不需要一起游戏的伴侣。它并不是孤寂的，相形之下，下面的大地可是异常地孤寂。
孵养它的母亲在什么地方呢？它的同类呢，它的天空中的父亲呢？它是空中的动物，似乎它和大地只有一个关系，就是有过那样的一个蛋，什么时候在 岩的裂隙中被孵了一下；难道说它的故乡的巢穴是在云中一角，是以彩虹作边沿，以夕阳天编成，并且用从地面浮起的一阵仲夏的薄雾来围绕住的吗？它的猛禽巢在悬岩似的云中。
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