翻译鉴赏

The simple perception of natural forms is a delight. The influence of the forms and actions in nature, is so needful to man, that, in its lowest functions, it seems to lie on the confines of commodity and beauty. To the body and mind which have been cramped by noxious work or company, nature is medicinal and restores their tone. The tradesman, the attorney comes out of the din and craft of the street, and sees the sky and the woods, and is a man again. In their eternal calm, he finds himself. The health of the eye seems to demand a horizon. We are never tired, so long as we can see far enough.抱着单纯的心态去感知自然形态也是一种快乐。

对于人生来说，自然形态和活动的效用是必不可缺的。

就最基本的作用来说，似乎局限于实用和审美两者之间。

俗世纷扰牵绊了人的身心，一旦回到大自然中，自然的医疗妙用就得以发挥，让人们恢复身心健康。

走出熙熙攘攘闹市的商人和律师，抬头看见蓝天和树木，就会重新感受到人性的本质。

在大自然恒久的天籁中，他领悟到自我真实的一面。

如果要保护眼睛的健康，我们的视野一定要宽阔。

只要可以看得久远，我们就永远不会倦怠。

But in other hours, Nature satisfies by its loveliness, and without any mixture of corporeal benefit.I see the spectacle of morning from the hill-top over against my house, from day-break to sun-rise, with emotions which an angel might share. The long slender bars of cloud float like fishes in the sea of crimson light. From the earth, as a shore, I look out into that silent sea. I seem to partake its rapid transformations: the active enchantment reaches my dust, and I dilate and conspire with the morning wind. How does Nature deify us with a few and cheap elements! Give me health and a day, and I will make the pomp of emperors ridiculous. The dawn is my Assyria; the sun-set and moon-rise my Paphos, and unimaginable realms of faerie; broad noon shall be my England of the senses and the understanding; the night shall be my Germany of mystic philosophy and dreams.但是即使在我们并不觉得劳累的时候，大自然也满足于它的赏心悦目；我们之所以喜欢自然，和我们身体所受的恩惠没有一丝关系。

我常常在屋对面的山顶上眺望晨景，从清晨到日落，心潮澎湃，感受着天使能感受的激情。

纤细的云朵畅游在绛色霞光里，就像鱼儿遨游在深海中。

我从地面望去，仿佛从海滩上凝视着静谧的大海。

海天瞬息万变，我似乎分享这它急速的变幻；这活泼的氤氲侵袭了我的身体，我觉得生命在蔓延，与晨风合为一体。

大自然只需来些简单的变幻，就能让我们变得超凡脱俗！给我健康与一天光阴，我将锻造帝王们奢华的浮世绘。

绚烂清晨，是我的亚述帝国；夕阳西落，皓月东升，是我的帕福斯和无法想象的超凡景致；泛泛午日，将是我感觉和思维的英格兰；深深黑夜成为我玄妙哲理和梦想的德意志。

Not less excellent, except for our less susceptibility in the afternoon, was the charm, last evening, of a January sunset. The western clouds divided and subdivided themselves into pink flakes modulated with tints of unspeakable softness; and the air had so much life and sweetness, that it was a pain to come within doors. What was it that nature would say? Was there no meaning in the live repose of the valley behind the mill, and which Homer or Shakspeare could not reform for me in words? The leafless trees become spires of flame in the sunset, with the blue east for their back-ground, and the stars of the dead calices of flowers, and every withered stem and stubble rimed with frost, contribute something to the mute music.昨天傍晚, 我又欣赏了一回日落美景。

一月的落日真是美妙醉人，景色依旧，只是下午时人显得不那么明朗。

西云漫卷，幻化成色泽不断变幻的粉色薄片，说不出的柔软；空气中也蕴涵了这么多的活力和甜蜜，闭门不出简直是一种折磨。

大自然将要说什么呢？磨坊后面的峡谷里，那鲜活的静谧，就连荷马和莎翁都无法用言辞形容——这难道没有一丝意味吗？霞光里，秃树映着淡兰的底景，如燃烧的尖塔，熠熠闪着光；枯萎的花，凋零的茎，霜嵌的残株，合成一曲无声的乐章。

The inhabitants of cities suppose that the country landscape is pleasant only half the year. I please myself with the graces of the winter scenery, and believe that we are as much touched by it as by the genial influences of summer. To the attentive eye, each moment of the year has its own beauty, and in the same field, it beholds, every hour, a picture which was never seen before, and which shall never be seen again. The heavens change every moment, and reflect their glory or gloom on the plains beneath. The state of the crop in the surrounding farms alters the expression of the earth from week to week. The succession of native plants in the pastures and roadsides, which makes the silent clock by which time tells the summer hours, will make even the divisions of the day sensible to a keen observer. The tribes of birds and insects, like the plants punctual to their time, follow each other, and the year has room for all. By water-courses, the variety is greater. In July, the blue pontederia or pickerel-weed blooms in large beds in the shallow parts of our pleasantriver, and swarms with yellow butterflies in continual motion. Art cannot rival this pomp of purple and gold. Indeed the river is a perpetual gala, and boasts each month a new ornament.久居城市的人,总以为乡间只有半年的时间值得欣赏。

而我却独独喜爱冬日，正如凉爽的夏季打动我们一样，冬季也自有它动人之处。

对有心人来说，一年的每一时刻都有自己的美，即使在乡间原野，景色时时变化，每小时所看到的都是空前绝后的好景致。

天空变幻无穷，映呈着下界的盛衰枯荣。

四周天地里的庄稼，每周焕然一新。

牧场上，大路旁，植物掩替，仿佛是大自然设置的无言的时钟，倘若观察者目光敏锐，还可以看出一天的朝夕变化。