我对心一的语文课，很是关注，想自己也补一补，倒溯英国文学的源流。

上周，心一学了伍兹华斯的名诗: I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud。这是英国浪漫派诗人伍兹华斯的代表作，描述田野里的水仙。

我以前教这首诗，缺乏感性认识。到英国后，春天野地里遍地金黄，才算读懂此诗。

下面这段，摘自我8年前的博客。当时我们住在泰晤士河上的金斯顿。那天，和3岁的心一去楼下散步:

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“......就像中国的迎春花，野水仙的踪迹，宣告英国漫长的冬季结束。唯有住在英国，才能真正领略英国文学里的意境。莎士比亚有一句，“when the daffodils begin to peer...then comes in the sweet o'the year...”。

我教英国文学，讲到Wordsworth，会给学生放一段短片，湖边金灿灿的野水仙，轻轻摇曳，然后再讲这首代表作，daffodils，《咏水仙》。徐志摩有一首诗开篇道 “我是天空里的一片云”，应该是来自这首诗的灵感。徐志摩深受英国浪漫主义诗人的影响。

 

      I wander'd lonely as a cloud

      That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

      When all at once I saw a crowd,
      A host, of golden daffodils;

      Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
      Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

        我孤独地漫游，像一朵云 
       在山丘和谷地上飘荡，
       忽然间我看见一群 
      金色的水仙花迎春开放，
      在树荫下，在湖水边， 
      迎着微风起舞翩翩。 （译文来自网络）

Wordsworth这首诗的最后一句是:

 

“And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.”

“于是我的心便涨满幸福， 
和水仙一同翩翩起舞。”

 

说的，就是我们的心一么？

 

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一转眼，8年过去，待我们再回到英国，心一已经长成亭亭玉立的大姑娘，能在语文课上读这首诗，还在家门口种下了几个水仙球，期待明年的几簇金黄。

 

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附：心一朗读的Daffodils。这首诗，对于心一而言，属于”古诗“，读起来不免磕磕巴巴。音频可在“李杜的双语世界”公号收听。

 

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed—and gazed—but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.