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初升之月的魅力（节选） 　　［美］Ｐｅｔｅｒ　Ｓｔｅｉｎｈａｒｔ　 　　译/曾庆强 　　 　　There is a hill near my home that I often climb at night. The noise of the city is a far-off murmur. In the hush of dark I share the cheerfulness of crickets and the confidence of owls. But it is the drama of the moonrise that I come to see. for that restores in me a quiet and clarity that the city spends too freely. 　　我家附近有一座小山，我常常在夜间爬上去。城市的噪音变成了远远的低语。在黑暗的寂静中，我分享着蟋蟀的欢乐和猫头鹰的自信。但我来观看的是月出的活剧。因为，这使我心中重新获得被城市过于慷慨地消耗掉的宁静与明澈。 　　 　　From this hill I have watched many moon rises. Each one had its own mood. There have been broad, confident harvest moons in autumn; shy, misty moons in spring; lonely, white moons in winter, rising into the utter silence of an ink black sky; and smoke-smudged, orange moons over the dry fields of summer. Each, like fine music, excited my heart and calmed my soul. 　　从这座小山上，我已观看过多次的月出。每一次月出都有其独特的情调。有又大又圆、充满信心的丰收的秋月；有羞涩、朦胧的春月；有升起在浓墨般的天空那完全的宁静中的孤独、发白的冬月；有挂在干旱的田野上，被烟雾熏染的桔色的夏月。每一次月出，就像美妙的音乐一样，激动着我的心弦，然后又抚慰我的心灵。 　　 　　Moon gazing is an ancient art. To prehistoric hunters the moon overhead was as unerring as a heartbeat. They knew that every 29 days it became full-bellied and brilliant, then sickened and died, and then was reborn. They knew the waxing moon appeared larger and higher overhead after each succeeding sunset. They knew the waning moon rose later each night until it vanished in the sunrise. To have understood the moon?s patterns from experience must have been a profound thing. 　　凝望月亮是一门古老的艺术。对于史前时代的猎人们来说，头顶上的月亮就像心跳一样准确无误。他们知道，每隔29天，月亮就会变得丰满圆润，光华四射，然后生病消瘦而死去，接着又再次诞生。他们知道，逐渐丰盈的月亮在一天接一天的日落之后会显得更大，在头上的位置更高。他们知道，逐渐亏缺的月亮一夜比一夜升起得晚，直到消失在日出之中。能凭经验懂得月亮的变化模式一定是一件很深奥的事。 　　 　　Moonlight shows us none of life?s harder edges. Hillsides seem silken and silvery, the oceans still and blue in its light. In moonlight we become less calculating, more drawn to our feelings. 　　月光从不向我们显示生活的任何一道较坚硬的边缘。月光下，山坡看起来如丝织银铸，海洋则显得静谧、深蓝。在月光中，我们变得不再那样斤斤计较，而更被我们的感情所吸引。 　　 　　And odd things happen in such moments. On that