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被月亮感动[Moved by the Moon]

(2011-03-28 17:44:44)
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读前人生启迪:我们自然地享受现代工业文明给我们带来的一切便利和舒适,自然到根本就没认真思考过这一切究竟是不是我们所想要的那种美好。在经历了都市生活的快节奏之后,我们在反问:真正的自然是什么?请回到自然宽广的怀抱中享受它带给你的心灵的自然。这的确是现代生活中的一种大智慧!

         Driving to a friend's house on a recent evening, I was awe-struck by the sight of the full moon rising just above Manila rooftops, huge and swollen, yellow through the dust and smoke of the city. I stopped to watch it for a few moments, reflecting on what a pity it was that most city dwellers? Myself included? Usually miss sights like this because we spend most of our lives indoors.

  My friend had also seen it. He grew up living in a forest in Europe, and the moon meant a lot to him then. It had touched many aspects of his life, including those concerning his ordinary daily life. For example, when he had to make sure that he had his torch with him when he was outside in the evening, or when the moon was due to rise late or was at its newest, a bright, distant sliver of white like a chink of light below a door in the sky.

  I know the feeling. Last December I took my seven-year-old daughter to the mountainous jungle of northern India with some friends. We stayed in a forest rest-house with no electricity or running hot water. Our group had campfires outside every night, and indoors when it was too cold outside. The moon grew to its fullest during our trip. At Binsar, 7, 500 feet up in the Kumaon hills, I can remember going out at 10pm and seeing the great Manda Devil Mountain like a ghost on the horizon, gleaming white in the moonlight and flanked by Trishul, the mountain considered holy by Hindus. Between me and the high mountains lay three or four valleys. Not a light shone in them and not a sound could be heard. It was one of the quietest places I have ever known, a bottomless well of silence. And above me was the full moon.

  Today our lives are defined by glass, concrete, metal, plastic and fibre-glass. We eat and breathe things our bodies were not designed to process. We have televisions, Xerox machines, cell phones, pagers, electricity, heaters and ovens and air-conditioners, cars, computers and remote controls.

  Struggling through traffic that evening in Manila at the end of a tiring day, most of it spent indoors, I thought: before long, I would like to live in a small cottage in the Himalayas. There I will grow vegetables and read books and walk in the mountains. And perhaps write, but not in anger. I may grow old there, and wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled and measure out my life in coffee spoons. But I will be able to walk outside on a cold silent night and touch the moon.

         最近在开车去朋友家的路上,我惊喜地看到天上的一轮满月高挂在马尼拉屋顶上。这月亮很完满,在城市的粉尘和烟雾中显得有些发黄。我停下来欣赏了一会,想着大多数城市人,包括我,通常都会错过这样的美景缘于我们在年室内度过的大部分的时光,这实在是一种可惜啊!

  我的这位朋友一定也见过满月。他出生并且生活在欧洲的一片森林,所以说月亮对他的意义一定不少。他生活中的许多方面都有月亮的存在,包括那些涉及到他日常生活的一些琐事,例如,当他需要决定在夜间出去要不要带上火把的时候,或者是当月亮什么时候会升得晚一些或是到了新月?一钩新月遥挂天际,恰似门缝底下泄出的一线光芒。

  我了解这种感受。去年十二月份我带我七岁大的女儿和朋友们一同去南印度山。我们呆在一个没有电,没有开水的森林小屋里。我们这伙人每晚在室外燃起篝火,如果室外太冷的话我们就呆在室内。在我们旅行期间正好赶上一轮满月。在宾撒,7,500英里高的库马昂山上,我仍然可以记得我们在晚上十点出来了,看见在水平线上像幽灵一样的曼达魔鬼山,在月光的照耀下格外皎洁,旁边是他日市山,这座山被印度教徒视为神山。在我和这些高山之间有三四个山谷。在这看不到一丝光亮,也听不见一丝声响。这是我说见过的最寂静的山谷,像一个寂静的无底的深井。在我的上面就是那一轮满月。

  如今我们的生活被玻璃、混凝土、金属、塑料和玻璃纤维重新定义。我们吃进和呼吸进的都不是我们身体本应去处理的。我们享受着电视、复印机、手机、寻呼机、电力、加热器、微波炉和空调、汽车、计算机和远程控制这些现代发明。

 一天的大部分时光都局促于室内,让人疲惫不堪,夜晚时分,驾车行驶在马尼拉交通拥堵的路上,我想:不久以后,我要住在喜马拉雅山的一座小村舍里。在那里我可以种菜,读书,漫步山间。也可能写作,但并不愤慨。我可能会在那直到很老,穿破我的裤脚,在品味咖啡中享受生命。但是我会在凉爽寂静的夜晚踱步户外,去触摸那月亮。

Driving to a friend's house on a recent evening, I was awe-struck by the sight of the full moon rising just above Manila's rooftops, huge and swollen, yellow through the dust and smoke of the city. I stopped to watch it for a few moments, reflecting on what a pity it was that most citydwellers - myself included - usually miss sights like this because we spend most of our lives indoors.

My friend had also seen it. He grew up living in a forest in Europe, and the moon meant a lot to him then. It had touched many aspects of his life, including those concerning his ordinary daily life. For example, when he had to make sure that he had his torch with him when he was outside in the evening, or when the moon was due to rise late or was at its newest - a bright, distant sliver of white like a chink of light below a door in the sky.

I know the feeling, Last December I took my seven-year-old daughter to the mountainous jungle of northern India with some friends. We stayed in a forest rest-house with no electricity or running hot water. Our group had campfires outside every night, and indoors when it was too cold outside. The moon grew to its fullest during our trip. At Binsar, 7,500 feet up in the Kumaon hills, I can remember going out at 10 pm and seeing the great Nanda Devil mountain like a ghost on the horizon, gleaming white in the moonlight and flanked by Trishul, the mountain considered holy by Hindus. Between me and the high mountain lay three or four valleys. Not a light shone in them and not a sound could be heard. It was one of the quietest places I have ever known, a bottomless well of silence. And above me was the full moon.

On the same trip, further down by the plains, we stayed in village style clay huts at the edge of a wheat field, with a cold river tumbling over rocks a few yards away. Late at night, underneath the full moon, everything seemed bethed in a quiet supernatural light, and we could see the stones in the river, and watch the deer and antelope crossing, almost half a kilometre away.

I also remember sitting on the beath at San Antonio in Zambales, one night in the Philippines about two years ago, watching the South China Sea hiss against the sand. The full moon rose and hung over the sea like a huge lantern in the sky. I felt as if I could walk up and touch it.

Last summer, on another trip, I met the caretaker of a rest-house at Chitkul, 11,000 feet above the plains at the top end of the Sangla valley in the Indian Himalayas, two day's walk from China's Tibet. We sat in the sun looking at the scattering of stone-tiled roofs, and the stony valley climbing away between the mountains towards Tibet, leaving behind the small, struggling vegetable patches planted by the farmers and herders of this, the last village before the border. We were a thousand feet above the tree-line; every winter the place is covered with several feet of snow.

The caretaker was a local, an old man with the craggy face and thin beard typical of the high plateaus. He didn't have a watch or calendar - nobody in that village of fewer than 200 people had one. I asked him how to he know which month it was. He turned and above us across the valley. "When the morning sun falls first on that peak it is January," he said. "When it falls on that second peak it is February, and on the third it is March and so on."

The cycles of the sun and moon are simple but gigantic forces which have shaped human lives since the beginning. Wise men and women studied them not as scientiests, but as mystics; ancient communities worshhipped them. Today so many of us miss this experience because we are inside cars or houses all the time. We have lost our sense of wonder at the elements - our lives are full of forces that are so new and barely understood that we should be.

Today our lives are defined by glass, concrete, metal, plastic and fibre-glass. We eat and breathe things our bodies were not designed to precess. We have televisions, Xerox machines, cell phones, pagers, electricity, heaters and ovens and air-conditioners, cars, computers and remote controls. Energy flies around us. White noise and pollution is in the air. Radio waves and strange harsh lights are constantly drumming into our minds and bodies.

Struggling through traffic that evening in Manila at the end of a tiring day, most of it spent indoors, I saw the moon and remembered these things. And I thought: before long, I would like to live in a small cottage in the Himalayas. There I will grow vegetablesand read books and walk in the mountains - and perhaps write, but not in anger. I may grow old there, and wear bottoms of my trousers rolled and measure out my life in coffee spoons. But I will be able to walk outside on a cold silent night and touch the moon.

The story mainly show us the different beautiful sights of moon which indirectly reflects the change of the relationship between humanbeings and nature.

Manala, capital city of Philippine, lies on the west of the biggest island, bordering on Manila Bay, It's the political, commercial and cultural centre of the country, and also an important transport junction and commercial harbour.

After Manila gaining independence from U.S.in 1946, this capital city developed in a high speed. Manila, 626.58 square km, is made up of 13 different districts and divided by a local river into two parts, the south part and the north part.

Manila is famous for its tidy city environment and beautiful sceneries. Manila is named "Tropical Garden City", so you can find the Philippine national flower - jasmine , which smell good. What's more, Nanlu Street in the north part is the economic centre, and in the south part is the seats of government departments and embassies of different countries, as well.

Part 1: touched by the moon

Part 2: descreption of the moon

Part 3: recollection of the moon

Part 4: thought of the moon

Part 5: impression of the moon

to reflect on: to think carefully about something

to be due to do sth.: expected to happen

to be flanked by: to be placed beside

to tower above: to be much taller than the people or things around you

to drum sth.into: to keep coming into

He had to make sure that he had not forgotten to take his torch with him when the moon would rise late or be at its newest.

We sat in the warmth and light of the sun, looking at the stone-made roofs of few houses spread out over a large area.

The changes of days and nights, months and seasons, or the changes of the weather are great forces which have long affected human lives since the beginning of the human history.

Today we talk about our lives in terms of glass, concrete, etc.

I may grow old there, and wear my trousers with the bottoms rolled and spend the rest of my life drinking coffee and enjoying nature.

 

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