1、My Lost Youth,-by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,Often I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea; Often in thought go up and down The pleasant streets of that dear old town, And my youth comes back to me. And a verse of a Lapland song Is haunting my memory still: A boys will is the winds w

2、ill, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts. I can see the shadowy lines of its trees, And catch, in sudden gleams, The sheen of the far-surrounding seas, And islands that were the Hesperides Of all my boyish dreams. And the burden of that old song, It murmurs and whispers still: A boys w

3、ill is the winds will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.,逝去的青春 那美麗的古城常教我懷想， 它就座落在大海邊上； 多少次，我恍惚神游于故鄉(xiāng)， 在那些可愛的街衢上來往， 儼然又回到了年少的時光。 一首拉普蘭民歌里的詩句 一直在我記憶里回蕩： “孩子的愿望是風(fēng)的愿望， 青春的遐想是悠長的遐想?！?我望見蔥蘢的樹木成行， 從忽隱忽現(xiàn)的閃閃波光 撇見了遠(yuǎn)處環(huán)抱的海洋； 那些島，就象是極西仙境， 小時候惹動我多少夢想！ 那首古老民歌的迭句 依舊在耳邊喃喃低唱: “孩子的愿望是風(fēng)的愿望， 青春的遐想是悠長的遐想。

4、,I remember the black wharves and the ships, And the sea-tides tossing free; And Spanish sailors with bearded lips, And the beauty and mystery of the ships, And the magic of the sea. And the voice of that wayward song Is singing and saying still: A boys will is the winds will, And the thoughts of yo

5、uth are long, long thoughts. I remember the bulwarks by the shore, And the fort upon the hill; The sunrise gun, with its hollow roar, The drum-beat repeated oer and oer, And the bugle wild and shrill. And the music of that old song Throbs in my memory still: A boys will is the winds will, And the th

6、oughts of youth are long, long thoughts.,我記得烏黑的碼頭和船臺， 海上恣意奔騰的潮汐； 滿嘴胡須的西班牙水手， 一艘艘船舶的壯麗神奇， 茫茫大海誘人的魔力。 那縈回不去的執(zhí)拗歌聲 仍然在那里又唱又講： “孩子的愿望是風(fēng)的愿望， 青春的遐想是悠長的遐想?！?我記得岸上的防御工事， 記得山頭聳立的碉樓； 日出時，大炮隆隆怒吼， 鼙鼓一陣陣?yán)醉懖恍荩?號角激昂銳利的吹奏。 那首民歌的悠揚曲調(diào) 依然波動在我的心頭： “孩子的愿望是風(fēng)的愿望， 青春的遐想是悠長的遐想?！?I remember the sea-fight far away, How it thun

7、dered oer the tide! And the dead captains, as they lay In their graves, oerlooking the tranquil bay Where they in battle died. And the sound of that mournful song Goes through me with a thrill: A boys will is the winds will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts. I can see the breezy dom

8、e of groves, The shadows of Deerings Woods; And the friendships old and the early loves Come back with a Sabbath sound, as of doves In quiet neighborhoods. And the verse of that sweet old song, It flutters and murmurs still: A boys will is the winds will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long tho

9、ughts.,我記得那次遠(yuǎn)處的海戰(zhàn)， 炮聲在滾滾浪潮上震蕩； 兩位船長，在墓中安躺， 俯臨著寂廖寧靜的海灣- 那就是他們戰(zhàn)死的沙場。 那哀怨的歌聲往復(fù)回翔， 顫栗的音波流過我心房： “孩子的愿望是風(fēng)的愿望， 青春的遐想是悠長的遐想。” 我看見微風(fēng)里林木亭亭， 荻嶺森林灑布著陰影； 舊日的友誼，早年的戀情 以安舒的音調(diào)回到我心里， 宛如幽靜鄰里的鴿鳴。 那古老民歌的甜美詩句 依稀在低語，在顫動不停： “孩子的愿望是風(fēng)的愿望， 青春的遐想是悠長的遐想。”,I remember the gleams and glooms that dart Across the school-boys brain;

10、 The song and the silence in the heart, That in part are prophecies, and in part Are longings wild and vain. And the voice of that fitful song Sings on, and is never still: A boys will is the winds will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts. There are things of which I may not speak; Th

11、ere are dreams that cannot die; There are thoughts that make the strong heart weak, And bring a pallor into the cheek, And a mist before the eye. And the words of that fatal song Come over me like a chill: A boys will is the winds will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.,”,我記得縷縷的亮光和暗

12、影 翩翩掠過我童稚的心靈； 心底蘊藏的歌聲和靜默 有幾分是預(yù)言，還有幾分 是狂熱而又虛幻的憧憬。 聽啊，那起伏不定的歌聲 還在唱著，總也不平靜： “孩子的愿望是風(fēng)的愿望， 青春的遐想是悠長的遐想?！?有一些夢境永不會泯滅； 有一些情景我不能傾訴； 有一些愁思，使心靈疲弱， 使臉色蒼白-象白蠟新涂， 使眼睛濕潤-象蒙上潮霧。 那句不詳?shù)母柙~好象 一個寒顫落到我身上： “孩子的愿望是風(fēng)的愿望， 青春的遐想是悠長的遐想?！?Strange to me now are the forms I meet When I visit the dear old town; But the native air

13、 is pure and sweet, And the trees that oershadow each well-known street, As they balance up and down, Are singing the beautiful song, Are sighing and whispering still: A boys will is the winds will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts. And Deerings Woods are fresh and fair, And with jo

14、y that is almost pain My heart goes back to wander there, And among the dreams of the days that were, I find my lost youth again. And the strange and beautiful song, The groves are repeating it still: A boys will is the winds will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.,當(dāng)我重臨這親愛的古城， 眼中的景象已這般陌生； 但故鄉(xiāng)的空氣甘美而純凈， 熟識的街衢灑滿了樹影， 樹枝上下擺動個不停， 都在唱著那動人的歌聲， 在低聲嘆息，在曼聲吟詠： “孩子的愿望是風(fēng)的愿望，