英文生活散文

01
  A Little Piece of Me 生命的过客
  When he told me he was leaving I felt like a vase which has just smashed. There were pieces of me all over the tidy, tan tiles. He kept talking, telling me why he was leaving, explaining it was for the best, I could do better, it was his fault and not mine. I had heard it before many times and yet somehow was still not immune; perhaps one did not become immune to such felony.
  He left and I tried to get on with my life. I filled the kettle and put it on to boil, I took out my old red mug and filled it with coffee watching as each coffee granule slipped in to the bone china. That was what my life had been like, endless omissions of coffee granules, somehow never managing to make that cup of coffee.
  Somehow when the kettle piped its finishing warning I pretended not to hear it. That's what Mike's leaving had been like, sudden and with an awful finality. I would rather just wallow in uncertainty than have things finished. I laughed at myself. Imagine getting all philosophical and sentimental about a mug of coffee. I must be getting old.
  And yet it was a young woman who stared back at me from the mirror. A young woman full of promise and hope, a young woman with bright eyes and full lips just waiting to take on the world. I never loved Mike anyway. Besides there are more important things. More important than love, I insist to myself firmly. The lid goes back on the coffee just like closure on the whole Mike experience.
  He doesn't haunt my dreams as I feared that night. Instead I am flying far across fields and woods, looking down on those below me. Suddenly I fall to the ground and it is only when I wake up that I realize I was shot by a hunter, brought down by the burden of not the bullet but the soul of the man who shot it. I realize later, with some degree of understanding, that Mike was the hunter holding me down and I am the bird that longs to fly. The next night my dream is similar to the previous nights, but without the hunter. I fly free until I meet another bird who flies with me in perfect harmony. I realize with some relief that there is a bird out there for me, there is another person, not necessarily a lover perhaps just a friend, but there is someone out there who is my soul mate. I think about being a broken vase again and realize that I have glued myself back together, what Mike has is merely a little part of my time in earth, a little understanding of my physical being. He has only, a little piece of me.
  当他告诉我他要离开的时候,我感觉自己就像花瓶裂成了碎片,跌落在茶色瓷砖地板上。他一直在说话,解释着为什么要离开,说什么这是最好的,我可以做得更好,都是他的错,与我无关。虽然这些话我已经听上好几千遍了,可每次听完都让我很受伤,或许在这样巨大的打击面前没有人能做到无动于衷。
  他走了,我尝试着继续过自己的生活。我烧开水,拿出红色杯子,看着咖啡粉末一点点地落入骨灰瓷的杯子里。这正是我自己的鲜活写照,不断地往下掉咖啡粉末,却从来没有真正地泡成一杯咖啡。
  水开了,水壶发出警报声,我假装没有听见。迈克的离去也是一样,突如其来,并且无可挽回。要知道,我宁愿忍受分与不分的煎熬,也不愿意以这样的方式被宣判“死刑”。想着想着我就哑然失笑,自己竟然为一杯咖啡有如此多的人生感怀,我自己一定是老了。
  可是镜子里回瞪着我的那个女孩还是那么年轻啊!明目皓齿,充满了前途与希望,光明的未来在向她招手。没关系的,反正我也从来没有爱过迈克。何况,生命中还有比爱更重要的东西在等待着我,我对自己坚持说。我将咖啡罐的盖子盖好,也将所有关于迈克的记忆尘封起来。
  那天晚上,出乎意料的是,他并没有入到我的梦中。在梦里,我飞过田野和森林,俯瞰着大地。突然间,我掉了下来……醒来后才发现原来自己被猎人打中了,但是令我坠落的不是他的子弹,而是他的灵魂。我后来才渐渐明白,原来迈克就是那个使我坠落的猎人,而我是那只渴望飞翔的小鸟。到了第二天晚上,我仍然做了类似的梦,但是猎人不见了,我一直在自由地飞翔,直到遇上另外一只小鸟和我比翼双飞。我开始意识到,总有那么一只鸟,那么一个人在前面等我,这个人可能是我的爱人,可能只是朋友,但一定是知我懂我的人,这令我感觉如释重负。我想起曾经觉得自己像花瓶一样裂开了,才意识到原来自己已经把自己修理好了。迈克只是我生命过程中的小小过客,他仅仅了解我的表面,他仅仅是我生命中的小小一部分。

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02
  Dreams 梦想
  Hold fast to dreams 紧紧抓住梦想,
  For if dreams die 梦想若是消亡
  Life is a broken-winged bird 生命就象鸟儿折了翅膀
  That can never fly. 再也不能飞翔
  Hold fast to dreams 紧紧抓住梦想,
  For when dreams go 梦想若是消丧
  Life is a barren field 生命就象贫瘠的荒野,
  Frozen only with snow 雪覆冰封,万物不再生长

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03
  Love and Time 爱和时间
  Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of the others, including Love. One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all constructed boats and left. Except for Love.
  Love was the only one who stayed. Love wanted to hold out until the last possible moment.
  When the island had almost sunk, Love decided to ask for help.
  Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said,
  "Richness, can you take me with you?"
  Richness answered, "No, I can't. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place here for you."
  Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel. "Vanity, please help me!"
  "I can't help you, Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat," Vanity answered.
  Sadness was close by so Love asked, "Sadness, let me go with you."
  "Oh . . . Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!"
  Happiness passed by Love, too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her.
  Suddenly, there was a voice, "Come, Love, I will take you." It was an elder. So blessed and overjoyed, Love even forgot to ask the elder where they were going. When they arrived at dry land, the elder went her own way. Realizing how much was owed the elder,
  Love asked Knowledge, another elder, "Who Helped me?"
  "It was Time," Knowledge answered.
  "Time?" asked Love. "But why did Time help me?"
  Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered, "Because only Time is capable of understanding how valuable Love is."
  爱和时间
  从前有一个岛,所有的情感都住在那里:幸福、悲伤、知识和所有其它的,爱也不例外。一天,所有的情感听说小岛即将沉没,因此建造小船,纷纷离开,除了爱。
  爱是唯一留下来的,因为它希望能坚持到最后一刻。
  小岛即将沉没了,爱决定请求帮助。
  富有驾着一艘大船从爱身边经过,爱说,
  “富有,你能带上我么?”
  富有回答说:“不行,我的船上载满金银财宝,没有你的地方。”
  虚荣坐在漂亮的小船中从爱身边驶过,爱问:“虚荣,你能帮助我么?”
  虚荣说:“不行,你全身湿透,会弄脏我的船。”
  悲伤的船靠近了,爱问:“悲伤,请带我走吧。”
  “哦。。。爱,我太难过了,想一个人呆着。”
  幸福经过爱的身边,它太开心了,根本没听见爱在呼唤。
  突然,一个声音喊道:“来,爱,我带你走。” 声音来自“年老”。爱太高兴了,甚至忘了问他们即将去何方。当他们来到岸上,年老自己离开了。爱突然意识到“年老”给了它多大的帮助。
  于是,爱问另一位老者--知识:“谁帮助了我?”
  知识说:“是时间。”
  “时间?”爱问:“但是时间为什么帮助我?”
  知识睿智地微笑道:“因为只有时间了解爱的价值。”

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