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When Thoreau wrote that line, he was thinking of the Walden. Pond he knew as a boy. Woodchoppers and the Iron Horse had not yet greatly damaged the beauty of its setting. A boy could go to the pond and lie on his back against the seat of a boat, lazily drifting from shore to shore loon：潜鸟 While the loons dived and the swallows dipped around him. The bay where water lilies quietly floated is now a harbor for motor boats. So much of what we do today is frivolous and futile and soon forgotten. So much of what we hope to do tomorrow never happens. * * Hour in the Sun 阳光下的时光 Evaluation only.