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Sunset We had a remarkable sunset one day last November.I was walking in a meadow, the source of a small brook, when the sun, just before setting, after a cold gray day, reached a clear stratum in the horizon. The softest and brightest evening sunlight fell on the dry grass, on the branches of the trees on the opposite horizon, and on the leaves of the shrub oaks on the hillside, while our shadows stretched long over the meadow eastward, as if we were only motes in its beams. It was such a beautiful sight that we could not have imagined a moment before, and the air was so warm and serene that nothing was needed to make a paradise of that meadow. The sun set on that retired meadow, where no house was visible, with all the glory and splendor that it lavished on cities, as it has never set before. There was only a solitary marsh-hawk having its wings gilded by the golden light. A hermit looked from his cabin, and a little black-veined brook meandered through the marsh. As we walked in that pure and brilliant light gilding the withered grass and leaves I thought I had never been bathed in such a golden flood, and never would again. 落日? 去年十一月的一天，我们目睹了一个极其美丽的日落。当我漫步于一道小溪发源处的草地之上，那太阳，终于在一个凄苦的寒天之后、暮夕之前，突于天际骤放澄明。这时但见远方天幕下的衰草残茎，山边的树叶橡丛，登时浸在一片柔美而耀眼的绮照之中，而我们自己的身影也长长地伸向草地的东方，仿佛在那缕斜光中只是微尘。周围的风景是那么美,之前还是难以想象，空气也是那么和暖纯净，一时这一片草地实在无异于天上的景象。此刻那落日的余晕正以它全部的灿烂与辉煌，甚至以往日少见的艳丽，尽情斜映在这一带境远地僻的草地之上。茫茫之中只瞥见一头孤零零的沼鹰，背羽上染尽了金黄。一位隐士从他的小屋向外张望，看见一股水色黝黑的小溪，蜿蜒曲折，绕行于这片沼泽。我们漫步于纯美与熠耀的光照，满目衰草枯叶，我想我从来不曾且再也不会沐浴在这么优美的金色光波里 The Four Seasons of Life Our journey on earth consists, like the year, of four seasons: spring, summer, fall and winter.Life is only loaned to us, and as with everything borrowed, must someday be returned. We are only here for a short stay, and have many tasks. We must contend with pain in order to achieve peace, accept problems if we are to reach success, and shed tears if we are to share laughter. We have many lessons to learn. Each and every moment of life is an importa