2021/4/10

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（英）洛根·皮尔索尔·史密斯 著

THE WHEAT:

TheVicar, whom I met once or twice in my walks about the fields, told me that he was glad that I was taking an interest in farming. Only myfeeling about wheat, he said, puzzled him.

Now the feelingin regard towheatwhich I had not been able to make clear to the Vicar, was simply one of amazement. Walking one day into a field that I had watched yellowing beyond the trees, I was dazzled by the glow and great expanse of gold. I bathed myself in theintenseyellow under the intense blue sky;  how itdimmedthe oak tees andcopsesand all the rest of the English ascape I had not remembered .

the glory ofthe Wheat; nor imagined in my reading that in a countyso far from the Sun, there could, be anything so rich, soprodigal,so reckless, as thisopulenceof ruddy gold, bursting out from the cracked earth as from somefieryvein beneath. I remembered how for,thousands of years Wheat had beenthe staple of,wealth, the hoarded wealth of famous cities and empires; I thought of the processes of corn-growing, the white oxenploughing, the great barns, the winnowing fans,he mills with the splash of their wheels, orarms slow-turning inthe wing,of cornfieds at harvest-time, with shocks and sheaves in theglow of sunset, or under the sickle moon;what beauty it brought into the northern landscape, theantiaue, passionate, Bibical beauty of the South!

摘录词汇：

Vicar: 牧师

in regard to：关于

wheat：解释

intense：强烈的

dim：昏暗的，adj/v

copse：森林

prodigal：浪费，adj/n

opulence：富裕

fiery：火热的

the staple of：主食

plough：耕地

antiaue：古老的

拓展：

THE COMING OF FATE：

When I seek out the sources of my thoughts, I find they had theirbeginning in fragile Chance; were born of litle moments that shine for mecuriously in the past.

Slight the impulse that made, me take this turning atthe cross-roads, trivial and fortuitous the meeting, and light as gossamerthe thread that first knit me to my friend. These are full of wonder; moremysterious are the moments that must have brushed me with their wingsand passed me by: when Fate beckoned and I did not see it, when new Lifetrembled for a second on the threshold; but the word was not spoken, thehand was not held out, and the Might-havebeen shivered and vanished,dim as a dream, into the waste realms of non-existence.

So I never lose a sense of the whimsical and perilous charm of daílylif, with its meetings and words and acdents. Why,today,perhaps,or next week, I may hear a voice, and, packing up my Gladstone bag,follow it to the ends of the world.

记录日期｜2021/4/10