《祝福》原文
《祝福》原文
鲁迅：《祝福》
旧历的年底毕竟最像年底，村镇上不必说，就在天空中也显出将到新年的气象来。灰白色的沉重的晚云中间时时发出闪光，接着一声钝响，是送灶的爆竹；近处燃放的可就更强烈了，震耳的大音还没有息，空气里已经散满了幽微的火药香。我是正在这一夜回到我的故乡鲁镇的。虽说故乡，然而已没有家，所以只得暂寓在鲁四老爷的宅子里。他是我的本家，比我长一辈，应该称之曰“四叔”，是一个讲理学的老监生。他比先前并没有什么大改变，单是老了些，但也还末留胡子，一见面是寒暄，寒暄之后说我“胖了”，说我“胖了”之后即大骂其新党。但我知道，这并非借题在骂我：因为他所骂的还是康有为。但是，谈话是总不投机的了，于是不多久，我便一个人剩在书房里。
第二天我起得很迟，午饭之后，出去看了几个本家和朋友；第三天也照样。他们也都没有什么大改变，单是老了些；家中却一律忙，都在准备着“祝福”。这是鲁镇年终的大典，致敬尽礼，迎接福神，拜求来年一年中的好运气的。杀鸡，宰鹅，买猪肉，用心细细的洗，女人的臂膊都在水里浸得通红，有的还带着绞丝银镯子。煮熟之后，横七竖八的插些筷子在这类东西上，可就称为“福礼”了，五更天陈列起来，并且点上香烛，恭请福神们来享用，拜的却只限于男人，拜完自然仍然是放爆竹。年年如此，家家如此，——只要买得起福礼和爆竹之类的——今年自然也如此。天色愈阴暗了，下午竟下起雪来，雪花大的有梅花那么大，满天飞舞，夹着烟霭和忙碌的气色，将鲁镇乱成一团糟。我回到四叔的书房里时，瓦楞上已经雪白，房里也映得较光明，极分明的显出壁上挂着的朱拓的大“寿”字，陈抟老祖写的，一边的对联已经脱落，松松的卷了放在长桌上，一边的还在，道是“事理通达心气和平”。我又无聊赖的到窗下的案头去一翻，只见一堆似乎未必完全的《康熙字典》，一部《近思录集注》和一部《四书衬》。无论如何、我明天决计要走了。
况且，一直到昨天遇见祥林嫂的事，也就使我不能安住。那是下午，我到镇的东头访过一个朋友，走出来，就在河边遇见她；而且见她瞪着的眼睛的视线，就知道明明是向我走来的。我这回在鲁镇所见的人们中，改变之大，可以说无过于她的了：五年前的花白的头发，即今已经全白，会不像四十上下的人；脸上瘦削丕堪，黄中带黑，而且消尽了先前悲哀的神色，仿佛是木刻似的；只有那眼珠间或一轮，还可以表示她是一个活物。她一手提着竹篮。内中一个破碗，空的；一手技着一支比她更长的竹竿，下端开了裂：她分明已经纯乎是一个乞丐了。
我就站住，豫备她来讨钱。
“你回来了？”她先这样问。
“是的。”
“这正好。你是识字的，又是出门人，见识得多。我正要问你一件事——”她那没有精采的眼睛忽然发光了。
我万料不到她却说出这样的话来，诧异的站着。
“就是——”她走近两步，放低了声音，极秘密似的切切的说，“一个人死了之后，究竟有没有魂灵的？”
我很悚然，一见她的眼钉着我的，背上也就遭了芒刺一般，比在学校里遇到不及豫防的临时考，教师又偏是站在身旁的时候，惶急得多了。对于魂灵的有无，我自己是向来毫不介意的；但在此刻，怎样回答她好呢？我在极短期的踌躇中，想，这里的人照例相信鬼，“然而她，却疑惑了，——或者不如说希望：希望其有，又希望其无……，人何必增添末路的人的苦恼，一为她起见，不如说有罢。
“也许有罢，——我想。”我于是吞吞吐虹的说。
“那么，也就有地狱了？”
“啊！地狱？”我很吃惊，只得支吾者，“地狱？——论理，就该也有。——然而也未必，……谁来管这等事……。”
“那么，死掉的一家的人，都能见面的？”
“唉唉，见面不见面呢？……”这时我......更多唯美的句子：www.weimeidejuzi.cn
泰戈尔的诗 短一点的
你参考一下《祝福》祝福这个小心灵，这个洁白的灵魂，他为我们的大地，赢得了天的接吻。
他爱日光，他爱见他妈妈的脸。
他没有学会厌恶尘土而渴求黄金。
紧抱他在你的心里，并且祝福他。
他已来到这个歧路百出的大地上了。
我不知道他怎么从群众中选出你来，来到你的门前抓住你的手问路。
他笑着，谈着，跟着你走，心里没有一点儿疑惑。
不要辜负他的信任，引导他到正路，并且祝福他。
把你的手按在他的头上，祈求着：底下的波涛虽然险恶，然而从上面来的风，会鼓
起他的船帆，送他到和平的港口的。
不要在忙碌中把他忘了，让他来到你的心里，并且祝福他。
泰戈尔的诗
“天空中没有翅膀的痕迹，而我已飞过。” 泰戈尔 《流萤集》全集 1
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流萤集
1 My fancies are fireflies,----Specks of living light
twinkling in the dark.
我的幻想是一群萤火虫，----活跃的火花，闪耀在黑暗里。
2 The voice of wayside pansies,that do not attract the
careless glance,murmurs in these desultory lines.
路旁的紫罗兰吸引不了那疏忽的目光，它的声音却在这些零星诗句里呢喃。
3 In the drowsy dark caves of the mind dreams build their
nest with fragments dropped from day's caravan.
在这沉寂晦暗，心的岩洞里，梦用白天沙漠里旅行遗落的断片营造香巢。
4 Spring scatters the petals of flowers that are not for
the fruits of the future,but for the moment's whim.
春天撒播花瓣，不是为了未来的果实，而是为了这一刹那的妄想。
5 Joy freed from the bond of earth's slumber rushes into
numberless leaves,and dances in the air for a day.
从尘世微寐中解放出来的欢娱，涌进无数叶丛中，凌空飞舞，以竟一日之欢。
6 My words that are slight
may lightly dance upon time's waves
when my works heavy with import
have gone down.
我的话固然轻微
但当我的作品充满深重的意义而下沉时，
它们却可在时间的波涛上婆娑起舞。
7 Mind's underground moths grow filmy wings
and take a farewell flight in the sunset sky.
心底的飞蛾长着薄膜的翅膀在落日的天空作诀别的飞翔。
8 The butterfly counts not months but moments,
and has time enough.
蝴蝶计算的，不是月份，而是刹那，蝴蝶乃拥有充足的时间。
9 My thoughts,like sparks,ride on winged surprises,
carrying a single laughter. The tree gazes in love at its own beautiful shadow
which yet it never can grasp.
我的思想像火花，带了朴素的笑容，骑在有翅膀的惊异上，
那树爱慕地凝视着它美丽的影子，可是永远抓不到它。
10 Let my love,like sunlight,surround you and yet give
you illumined freedom.
让我的爱像阳光一般地围绕你并给你五彩缤纷的自由。
11 Days are coloured bubbles that float upon
the surface of fathomless night.
白天是彩色的泡沫浮动在深不可测的夜的表面上。
12 My offerings are too timid to claim your
remembrance,and therefore you may remember
them.
我的供献羞涩得不能要求你记念，因此你也许会忘记它们。
13 Leave out my name from the gift if it be a burden,
but keep my song.
从这礼物上抛弃我的名字吧，如果它是一种负担，
但请保存着我的诗歌。
14 April,like a child,writes hieroglyphs on dust
with flowers,wipes them away and forgets.
四月，像个小孩，用花朵把象形文字写在尘土上，
又把它抹去，而且忘掉。
15 Memory,the priestess,kill the present and
offers it heart to the shrine of the dead past.
记忆，这女祭司，杀死了现在，便把它的心献祭给
那已死过去的神坛。
16 From the solemn gloom of the temple
children run out to sit in the dust,
God watchs them play and forget the
priest.
从那庙宇肃穆的幽暗里小孩们跑出来坐在
尘灰中，上帝注视他们游戏却忘记了那位祭司。
17 My mind starts up at some flash on the
flow of its thoughts like a brook at a
sudden liquid note of its own that is
never repeated.
我的心在思想之流里因一闪的光亮而开始活跃，
有如小溪因它自己突然流动的永不再来的音调
而活跃一般。
18 In the mountain,stillness surges up to
explore its own height;in the lake,
movement stands still to contemplate
its own depth.
山上，静默涌出探寻它自己的高峻，
湖里，波浪停息默想它自己的深渊。
19 The departing night's one kiss on the
closed eyes of morning glows in the
star of down.
临去的夜在早晨闭着的眼睛上一吻成为晨星中的光彩。
20 Maiden,thy beauty is like a fruit which
is yet to mature,tense with an unyielding secret.
少女啊，你的美像一只等待成熟的果实，带着
倔强的秘密而紧张。
21 Sorrow that has lost its memory is like the
dumb dark hours that have no bird songs but
only the cricket's chirp.
失去了记忆的忧愁像喑哑沉郁的光阴，没有鸟儿的
歌唱，只有那蟋蟀的唧唧声。
22 Bigotry tries to keep truth safe in its hand
with a grip that kill it.
Wishing to hearten a timid lamp great night
lights all her stars.
偏见想把真理安全地握在手里却紧紧地捏死了它，
愿心想吹燃一盏羞怯的小灯伟大的夜就点起了她的满天的星星。
23 Though he holds in his arms the earthbride,
the sky is ever immensely away.
天空虽然想把大地新娘抱在怀里，却总是无限遥远。
24 God seeks comrades and claims love,the Devil seeks
slaves and claims obedience.
上帝寻找同志而要求爱，魔鬼寻找奴隶而要求服从。
25 The soil in return for her service keeps the tree
tied to her,the sky asks nothing and leaves it free.
土地把树儿束缚在她身上作为她服务的报酬，
天空却一点也不要，就让它自由。
26 Jewel-like the immortal does not boast of
its length of years but of the scintillating
point of its moment.
像宝石的不朽者并不夸耀他年代的悠久而是他那顷刻的闪耀。
27 The child ever dwells in the mystery of
ageless time,unobscured by the dust of history.
小孩永远住在不老的时间的神秘里，
不曾给历史的灰尘弄得黯然无光。
28 A light laughter in the steps of creation
carries it swiftly across time.
在创造的脚步里轻轻的一笑迅速地把创造带过了时间之流。
29 One who was distant came near to me in the
morning,and still nearer when taken awayhe
by night. 那个离我遥远的人在早晨就挨近了我，可是当他给
黑夜带走时，却更挨近我。
30 White and pink oleanders meet and make merry
in different dialects.
红色和白色的夹竹桃相遇，在不同的方言里笑笑闹闹。
31 When peace is active sweeping its dirt,it is storm.
和平在活跃地扫除它的垃圾时，这就是风暴。
32 The lake lies low by the hill, a tearful entreaty
of love at the foot of the inflexible.
湖躺在山脚下，像在执拗者的跟前含泪恳求爱。
33 There smiles the Divine Child among his playthings
of unmeaning clouds and ephemeral lights and shadows.
那圣洁的孩子微笑着，在他那无意义的云和短命的光与影玩具中。
34 The breeze whispers to the lotus,"what is thy secret?"
"It is myself,"says the lotus,"steal it and I disapper!"
微风对莲花低声问道：“你的秘密是什么？”
莲花说：“是我自己，你把它偷去吧，我就会消失了！”
35 The freedom of the storm and the bondage of the stem
jion hands in the dance of swaying branches.
风暴的自由和树干的束缚手牵着手，在摇摆的枝桠之中舞蹈。
36 The jasmine's lisping of love to the sun is
her flowers.
茉莉对太阳含情默默的呢喃就是她的花朵。
37 The tyrant claims freedom to kill freedom and
yet to keep it for himself.
暴君要求自由去杀死自由，却还要把自由留给他自己。
38 Gods,tired of their paradise,eney man.
诸神厌倦了他们的乐园，就羡慕人了。
39 Clouds are hills in vapour,hills are clouds
in stone,-a phantasy in time's dream.
云就是烟霞之山，山就是乱石之云，--这就是时间
之梦里的幻想曲。
40 While God waits for His temple to be built of
love,men bring stones.
上帝等着用爱去砌成他的庙宇，人们却带了石头去。
41 I touch God in my song as the hill touches
the far-away sea with its waterfall.
我在我的歌里接触到上帝正如用它的瀑布接触到遥远的海。
42 Light finds her treasure of colours throgh
the antagonism of clouds.
光从云阵的对抗里找到了她彩色的宝库。
43 My heart to-day smiles at its past night of
tears like a wet tree glistening in the sun
after the rain is over.
我今天的心对它流泪的昨夜微笑，好像一棵湿的树
在鱼后对太阳发出光辉。
44
I have thanked the trees that have made my
life fruitful,but have failed to remembery
the grass that has ever kept it green.
我谢过了那使我生命结了果实的树林，
但不曾记住那使我生命常绿的小草。
45
The one without second is emptiness,the other
one makes it ture.
独一无二只是空虚，第二个才使它真实。
46
Life's errors cry for the merciful beauty that
can modulate their isolation into a harmony
with the whole.
人生的许多错误哭求慈悲的美调节他们的孤立好与全体相和谐。
47
They execpt thanks for the banished nest because
their cage is shapely and secure.
他们期望感谢那放弃了的巢居因为他们的笼子合适且安全。
48
In love I pay my endless debt to thee for what
thou art.
不论你是什么，在爱情里，我还你无穷的债务。
49
The pond sends up its lyrics from its dark in
lilies,and the sun says,they are good.
在百合花丛中，池塘从黑暗处献出了它的抒情诗，
于是太阳说，他们很好。
50
Your calumny against the great is impious, it
hurts yourself;against the small it is meam,
for it hurts the victim.
你对伟大者的诽谤是不恭的，它只伤害了你自己;
你对渺小者的诽谤是不足取的，因为它伤害了那被牺牲者。
51
The first flower that blossomed on this earth
was an invitation to the unborn song.
这地上开放的第一朵花是对那未生的歌的邀请。
52
Dawn-the many-coloured flower-fades,and then
simple light fruit,the sun appears.
黎明--这五光十色的花--凋谢了，于是那朴素的光
之果，那太阳就出现了。
53
The muscle that has a doubt of its wisdom
throttles the voice that would cry.
那冰肌玉骨怀疑它的智慧扼住了声调不让它嚎啕。
54
The wind tries to take the flame by storm
only to blow it out.
风想用风暴攫取火焰，却把它吹熄了。
55
Life's play is swift,Life's playthings fall
behind one by one and are forgotten.
生命的游戏一下子就结束，生命的玩具一件件遗落在后面，然后都被忘记掉。
56
My flower,seek not thy paradise in a fool's buttonhole.
我的花啊，不要在愚人的钮扣孔里寻找你的乐园。
57
Thou hast risen late,my crescent moon,but my night bird
is still awake to greet thee.
我的新月，你起来晚了，但是我的夜莺仍然在醒着迎接你。
58
Darkness is the veiled bride silently waiting for the
errant light to return to her bosom.
黑夜是戴了面纱的新娘静静地期待着那流浪的光回到她怀抱。
59
Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the
listening heaven.
树林是大地对倾听的天空不断地的尽力诉说。
60
The burden of self is lightened when i laugh at myself.
我取笑自己时自我的负担就减轻了。
61
The weak can be terrible because they try
furiously to appear strong.
弱者也可能是可怕的,因为他们勇猛地想表现得强悍。
62
The wind of heaven blows,The anchor desperately
clutches the mud,and my boat is beating its
breast against the chain.
天堂的风吹起，船锚拼命抓住泥浆，我的小船就用胸口紧靠着铁链。
63
The spirit of death is one,the spirit of life
is many.When God is dead religion becomes one.
死的精神是一，生的精神是多。当上帝死去时宗教就会统一了。
64
The blue of the sky longs for the earth's green,
the wind between them sighs,"Alas."
Day's pain muffled by its own glare,burns among
stars in the night.
天空的蔚蓝渴望着地面的绿，风儿在中间叹道：“唉！”
白天的痛苦被它自己的光耀掩埋了，夜里却在群星中燃烧起来。
65
The stars crowd round the virgin night in silent
awe at her loneliness that can never be touched.
繁星拥挤在处女的夜里，在静肃中对着她那不可触及的寂寞。
66
The cloud gives all its gold to the departing
sun and greets the rising moon with only a
pale smile.
云彩把它所有的黄金给予落山的太阳，却只用苍白的
一笑招呼初升的月亮。
67
He who does good comes to the temple gate,
he who loves reaches the shrine.
行善的人来到庙门口，兼爱的人走进大殿堂。
68
Flower, have pity for the worm,it is not a bee,
its love is a blunder and burden.
花啊，可怜这小虫吧，它不是蜜蜂，它的爱只是一种
错误和负担。
69
With the ruins of terror's triummph children
build their doll's house.
孩子们用恐怖的胜利之废墟盖起他们洋囡囡的房子。
70
The lamp waits through the long day of neglect
for the flame's kiss in the night.
灯在冷淡的漫长的白天里等待夜光里光焰的一吻。
71
Feathers in the dust lying lazily content have
forgotten their sky.
羽毛懒洋洋地躺在灰尘里，心满意足，忘了它们的天空。
72
The flower which is single need not envy the
thorns that are numerous.
孤零的花朵用不着羡慕丛生的荆棘。
73
The world suffers most from the disinterested
tyranny of its well-wisher.
世界在痛痒无关的专暴中为它的好心者而遭受最大的痛苦。
74
We gain freedom when we have paid the full price
for our right to live.
我们给我们的生存权利付出了最高的代价后才获得自由。
75
Your careless gifts of a moment , like the meteors
of an autumn night,catch fire the depth of my being.
你这一瞬间粗心的礼物像秋夜的陨星，在我存在的深处着了火。
76
The faith waiting in the heart of a seed promises
a miracle of life which it cannot prove at once.
伤心在种子的心坎里等待承诺一种它不能当下证实的生命的奇迹。
77
Spring hesitates at winter's door,but the mango
blossom rashly runs out to him before her time
and meets her doom.
春天在严冬的门口徘徊，但芒果花卤莽地跑向他，在她
花期之前，便遇到了她的末运。
78
The world is the ever-changing foam that floats
on the surface of a sea of silence.
尘世是常变的泡沫漂浮在一海的沉默之水面上。
79
The two separated shores mingle their voices in
a song of unfathomed tears.
遥遥相对的海岸在渊深莫测的泪海之歌里调和它们的呼声。
80
As a river in the sea,work finds its fulfilment
in the depth of leisure.
像江河到了海洋，劳动在悠闲的深处得到了完美。
81
I lingered on my way till thy cherry tree lost
its blossom,but the azalea brings to me,my love,
thy forgiveness.
我在路上彷徨，直到你的樱花凋谢了，但我的爱呀，杜
鹃花却带给我你的饶恕。
82
Thy shy little pomegranate bud,blushing to-day
behind her veil , will burst into a passionate
flower to-morrow when I am away.
你害羞的小石榴花蕊，今天在她面纱后面脸红，明天
当我离开后却会开出动情的花朵来。
83
The clumisiness of power spoils the key,and uses
the pickaxe.
权力的拙劣惯坏了钥匙，还利用了鹤嘴锄。
84
Brith is from the mystery of night into the greater
mystery of day.
新生是从黑夜的神秘进入白天更大的神秘里。
85
These paper boats of mine are meant to dance on the
ripples of bours,and not to reach any destination.
我的这些纸船打算在时间的微波上舞蹈，却不是要到任何目的地去。
86
Migratory songs wing from my heart and seck
their nests in your voice od love.
飘泊的歌儿从我心中飞去在你爱的呼声里寻找窠巢。
87
The sea of danger,doubt and denial around man's
little island of certainty challenges him to
dare the unknown.
危险，怀疑，和拒绝之海洋围绕着人的恒定之小岛
要他向未来挑战。
88
Love punishes when it forgives,and injured
beauty by its awful silence.
爱情饶恕时便惩罚，还用它极端的沉默损害了美。
89
You live alone and unrecompensed because they
are afraid of your great worth.
你孤零地活着毫无报酬，因为他们怕你伟大的价值。
90
The same sun is newly born in new lands in a
ring of endless dawns.
在一串无尽的黎明中，同一个太阳刚刚从新国土里诞生。
91
God's world is ever renewed by death,a Titan's
ever crushed by its own existence.
上帝的世界永远从死里再生,巨魔的世界却总被它本身
的存在所粉碎。
92
The glow-worm while exploring the dust never
knows that stars are in the sky.
土萤在灰尘里探索时从来不知道天空里有星星。
93
The tree is of to-day,the flower is old , it
brings with it the message of the immemorial
seed.
树儿是今天的，花儿却老哩，她带来太古洪荒时种子的消息。
94
Each rose that comes brings me greetings from
the Rose of an eternal spring,God honours me
when Iwork,He loves me when I sing.
每一朵处开的玫瑰都给我从永恒的春天之“玫瑰”带
来祝福。我工作时上帝就给我光荣，我歌唱时他就给
我爱。
95
My love of to-day finds no home in the nest
deserted by yesterday's love.
在昨天的爱遗弃了的窠里，我今天的爱找不到家。
96
The fire of pain traces for my soul a luminous
path across her sorrow.
痛苦的火通过她的忧郁替我心灵探索到一条光明的路。
97
The grass survives the hill through its resurrections
from countless deaths.
草儿从无数死亡中复活，所以山死后它还活着。
98
Thou hast vanished from my reach leaving an impalpable
touch in the blue of the sky,an invisible image in the
wind moving among the shadows.
你从我手中消失了，只在天空的蔚蓝里留下了感觉不到的一触，
一个在风里，飘摇在影子里，不可见的幻像。
99
In pity for the desolate branch spring leaves to it a
kiss that fluttered in a lonely leaf.
为了怜惜那荒芜的树枝，春天留给它曾在一片孤叶里震动过的一吻。
100
The sky shadow in the garden loves the sun in silence,
Flowers guess the secret,and smile,while the leaves whisper.
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