Once More To The Lake
野生海参的吃法One summer, along about 1904, my father rented a camp on a lake in Maine and took us all there for the month of August. We all got ringworm from some kittens and had to rub Pond's Extract on our arms and legs night and morning, and my father rolled over in a canoe with all his clothes on; but outside of that the vacation was a success and from then on none of us ever thought there was any place in the world like that lake in Maine. We returned summer after summer--always on August 1st for one month. I have since become a salt-water man, but sometimes in summer there are days when the restlessness of the tides and the fearful cold of the a water and the incessant wind which blows across the afternoon and into the evening make me wish for the placidity of a lake in the woods. A few weeks ago this feeling got so strong I bought mylf a couple of bass hooks and a spinner and returned to the lake where we ud to go, for a week's fishing and to revisit old haunts.
那年夏天，大约是1904年吧，父亲在缅因州的一个湖边租了一间木屋。他带着我们到那儿去过八月。我们个个都患了小猫传染的金钱癣，不得不在臂腿间日日夜夜涂上庞氏浸膏；父亲
则和衣睡在小划子里；但是除了这一些，假期过得很愉快。自此之后，我们中无人不认为世上再没有比缅因州这个湖更好的去处了。我们在那儿度过了一个又一个夏天——总是八月一日去，接着待上一整月。我这样一来，竟成了个水手了。夏季里有时候湖里也会兴风作浪，湖水冰凉，阵阵寒风从下午刮到黄昏，使我宁愿在林间能另有一处宁静的小湖。几周前，这渴望搅得我不能自已。我于是买了两根锻木钓竿，一个旋转诱鱼器，打算故地重游，再访往日梦牵魂系的湖。
I took along my son, who had never had any fresh water up his no and who had en lily pads only from train windows. On the journey over to the lake I began to wonder what it would be like. I wondered how time would have marred this unique, this holy spot--the coves and streams, the hills that the sun t behind, the camps and the paths behind the camps. I was sure that the tarred road would have found it out and I wondered in what other ways it would be desolated. It is strange how much you can remember about places like that once you allow your mind to return into the grooves which lead back. You remember one thing, and that suddenly reminds you of another thing. I guess I remembered clearest of all the early mornings, when the lake was cool and motionless, rps换色
emembered how the bedroom smelled of the lumber it was made of and of the wet woods who scent entered through the screen. The partitions in the camp were thin and did not extend clear to the top of the rooms, and as I was always the first up I would dress softly so as not to wake the others, and sneak out into the sweet outdoors and start out in the canoe, keeping clo along the shore in the long shadows of the pines. I remembered being very careful never to rub my paddle against the gunwale for fear of disturbing the stillness of the cathedral.
说说说说
去时，我带着儿子。他不曾见过齐颌深的淡水；睡莲的大叶盖儿，他也只是隔着火车窗子望过。在去林湖的途中，我开始估摸着那湖如今的样儿，估摸着时间把这块无与伦比的地方糟蹋成了什么情形——那一个个小海湾，那一条条溪河，还有那一座座落日依偎的山峰，林中那一间间木屋以及屋后的一条条小道。我缅想那条容易辨认的柏油路，我又缅想那些已显荒凉的其他景色。也真怪，当你任思绪顺着一条条车迹回到往昔的那些地方，你对它们的记忆竟是如此真切。你想起了一桩事，那事儿马上又让你想起另一桩事。我想，最清晰地刻在我的记忆里的，是那一个个清晨；彼时，湖水清凉，凝滞不动。我记得木屋的卧室可以嗅到圆木的香味，这味道和从纱门透进来的树木的潮味混为一气。隔板很薄，大学生自我认知
小时代顾里
没有伸到屋顶。我总是最早起床，悄悄穿好衣服，蹑手蹑脚地溜到芬芳馥郁的野外。我登上小木船，挨着岸边，轻轻地向前划着。松树长长的影子挤在湖岸上。我不曾让桨擦着船沿，唯恐打搅了湖上大教堂似的宁静——那小心翼翼的情状，至今历历在目。
小学生活作文
茄子馅饺子The lake had never been what you would call a wild lake. There were cottages sprinkled around the shores, and it was in farming although the shores of the lake were quite heavily wooded. Some of the cottages were owned by nearby farmers, and you would live at the shore and eat your meals at the farmhou. That's what our family did. But although it wasn't wild, it was a fairly large and undisturbed lake and there were places in it which, to a child at least, emed infinitely remote and primeval.
