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1荷塘月色朱自清这几天心里颇不宁静。今晚在院子里坐着乘凉，忽然想起日日走过的荷塘，在这满月的光里，总该另有一番样子吧。月亮渐渐地升高了，墙外马路上孩子们的欢笑，已经听不见了；妻子在屋里拍着润儿，迷迷糊糊地哼着眠歌。我悄悄地披了大衫，带上门出去。MoonlightovertheLotusPondIthasbeenratherdisquietingthesedays.Tonight,whenIwassittingintheyardenjoyingthecool,itoccurredtomethattheLotusPond,whichIpassbyeveryday,mustassumequiteadifferentlookinsuchmoonlitnight.Afullmoonwasrisinghighinthesky;thelaughterofchildrenplayingoutsidehaddiedaway;intheroom,mywifewaspattingtheson,Run-er,sleepilyhummingacradlesong.Shruggingonanovercoat,quietly,Imademywayout,closingthedoorbehindme.TheMoonlitLotusPondThesepastfewdaysIhavebeenexceedinglyrestless.Thisevening,asIsatinmycourtyardenjoyingthecoolnightair,IsuddenlythoughtofthelotuspongalongwhichIwasusedtotakingdailywalks,andIimaginedthatitmustlookquitedifferentunderthelightofthisfullmoon.Slowlythemoonclimbedinthesky,andbeyondthewallthelaughterofchildrenplayingontheroadcouldnolongerbeheard.MywifewasinsidepattingRuner(Thenameofoneoftheauthor’schildren)asshehummedafaintlullaby.Igentlythrewawrapovermyshouldersandwalkedout,closingthegatebehindme.沿着荷塘，是一条曲折的小煤霄路。这是一条幽僻的路；白天也少人走，夜晚更加寂寞。荷塘四面，长着许多树，蓊蓊郁郁的。路的一旁，是些杨柳，和一些不知道名字的树。没有月光的晚上，这路上阴森森的，有些怕人。今晚却很好，虽然月光也还是淡淡的。AlongsidetheLotusPondrunsasmallcinderfootpath.Itispeacefulandsecludedhere,aplacenotfrequentedbypedestrianseveninthedaytime;nowatnight,itlooksmoresolitary,inalush,shadyambienceoftreesallaroundthepond.Onthesidewherethepathis,therearewillows,interlacedwithsomeotherswhosenamesIdonotknowthefoliage,which,inamoonlessnight,wouldloomsomewhatfrighteninglydark,looksverynicetonight,althoughthemoonlightisnotmorethanathin,greyishveil.Borderingthepondisameanderinglittlecinderpath.Itisasecludedpath;duringthedayfewpeopleuseit,andatnightitisevenlonelier.Therearegreatnumbersoftreesgrowingonallsidesofthelotuspond,lushandfertile.OnonesideofthepaththerearesomewillowtreesandseveralvarietiesoftreeswhosenamesIdonotknow.Onmoonlessnightsthispathisdarkandforbidding,givingoneaneerie2feeling.Butthiseveningitwasquitenice,eventhoughtheraysofthemoonwerepale.路上只有我一个人，背着手踱着。这一片天地好像是我的；我也像超出了平常的自己，到了另一个世界里。我爱热闹，也爱冷静；爱群居，也爱独处。像今晚上，一个人在着苍茫的月下，什么都可以想，什么都可以不想，便觉是个自由的人。白天里一定要做的事，一定要说的话，现在都可不理。这是独处的妙处；我且受用这无边的荷香月色好了。Iamonmyown,strolling,handsbehindmyback.Thisbitoftheuniverseseemsinmypossessionnow;andImyselfseemtohavebeenupliftedfrommyordinaryselfintoanotherworld.Ilikeasereneandpeacefullife,asmuchasabusyandactiveone;Ilikebeinginsolitude,asmuchasincompany.Asitistonight,baskinginamistymoonshineallbymyself,IfeelIamafreeman,freetothinkofanything,orofnothing.Allthatoneisobligedtodo,ortosay,inthedaytime,canbeverywellcastasidenow.Thatisthebeautyofbeingalone.Forthemoment,justletmeindulgeinthisprofusionofmoonlightandlotusfragrance.Findingmyselfaloneonthepath,Ifoldedmyhandsbehindmeandstrolledalong.Thestretchoflandandskythatspreadoutbeforemeseemedtobelongtome,andIseemedtotranscendmyownexistenceandenteranotherworld.Ilovenoise,butIalsolovequiet;Ilovecrowds,butIalsoloveseclusion.Onanightliketonight,allaloneunderthisvastexpanseofmoonlight,IcanthinkwhateverIwish,orthinkofnothingIwish.Ifeelmyselftobetrulyfreeman.ThethingsImustdoandthewordsImustsayduringthedaytimeIneednotconcernmyselfwithnow;thisisanexquisitesecludedspot,aplacewhereIcanenjoythelimitlessfragranceofthelotusesandthelightofthemoon.曲曲折折的荷塘上，弥望的是田田的叶子。叶子出水很高，像亭亭的舞女的裙。层层的叶子中间，零星地点缀着些白花，有袅娜地开着的，有羞涩地打着朵儿的；正如一粒粒的明珠，又如碧天的星星，又如刚出浴的美人。微风过处，送来缕缕清香，仿佛远处高楼上渺茫的歌声似的。这时候叶子与花叶有一丝的颤动，像闪电般，霎时传过荷塘的那边去了。叶子本是肩并肩密密地挨着，这边宛然有了一道凝碧的波痕。叶子底下是脉脉的流水，遮住了，不能见一些颜色；而叶子却更见丰致了。Alloverthiswindingstretchofwater,whatmeetstheeyeisasilkenfieldofleaves,reachingratherhighabovethesurface,liketheskirtsofdancinggirlsinalltheirgrace.Hereandthere,layersofleavesaredottedwithwhitelotusblossoms,someindemurebloom,othersinshybud,likescatteringpearls,ortwinklingstars,orbeautiesjustoutofthebath.Abreezestirs,sendingoverbreathsoffragrance,likefaintsingingdriftingfromadistantbuilding.Atthismoment,atinythrillshootsthroughtheleavesandlilies,likeastreakoflightning,straightacrosstheforestoflotuses.Theleaves,whichhavebeenstandingshouldertoshoulder,arecaughtshimmeringinanemeraldheaveofthepond.Underneath,theexquisitewateriscoveredfromview,andnonecantellitscolor;yettheleavesontopprojectthemselvesallthemoreattractively.3Onthesurfaceofthewindingandtwistinglotuspoundfloatedanimmensefieldofleaves.Theleavesfloatedhighinthewater,risingupliketheskirtsofadancinggirl.Amidthelayersofleaveswhiteblossomsadornedthevista,somebeguilinglyopenandothersbashfullyholdingtheirpetalsin.Justlikeastringofbrightpearlsorstarsinabluesky,orLikelovelymaidensjustemergingfromtheirbath.Agentlebreezefloatedbybringingwithitwavesofacrispfragrancelikesstrainsofavaguemelodysentoverformdistanttoweringbuildings.Whenthathappenedtheleavesthemselvesweredenselycrowdedtogether,pushingbackandforth,andtheyseemedtobeacrestingwaveofsolidgreen.Beneaththeleavesrestrainedcurrentsofwaterflowed,imprisonedbeneaththem,thecolorforeverhidden,whilethestirringsoftheleaveswereevenmorepronounced.月光如流水一般，静静地泻在这一片叶子和花上。薄薄的青雾浮起在荷塘里。叶子和花仿佛在牛乳中洗过一样；又像笼着轻纱的梦。虽然是满月，天上却有一层淡淡的云，所以不能朗照；但我以为