适合抄在读书笔记的优美句子（我的读书卡片四季随笔）

三月不减肥五月徒伤悲。没错，小编正在调节饮食来帮助减肥，虽然不觉得饿，但是精神却有点跟不上，SO，更新也慢了许多……十分抱歉，期待一个减肥成功的我精神振奋的归来吧！

最近看了一本散文随笔集，乔治.吉辛的《四季随笔》中英文对照版，里面许多关于自然和人和谐相处的感受及优美的景物描写，十分动人，在这里和大家分享一下。这些都可以做成书摘卡片，插入你的手帐中，让手帐更丰富、更优美：

例如这样的，上面画一幅简单的小画，下面是摘抄，再用方框框起来，或者在电脑上编辑好之后直接打印出来贴在手帐本上：

也可以制作英文的摘抄卡片：

尤其是像现在这样的日子，当春天的精灵在玫瑰红的云朵间露出笑脸，当阳光在我的书桌上闪烁，我渴望，发疯般地渴望：那百花绽放的大地的芳香，那山坡上落叶松的葱郁，还有那高地上云雀的鸣唱。曾经有一个时期——似乎比童年还要久远——我充满渴望地拿起笔来；如果我的手在颤抖，那也是因为希望。——乔治·吉辛

Above all, on days such as this, when the blue eyes of spring laughed from between rosy clouds, when the sunlight shimmered upon my table and made me long, long all but to madness, for the scent of the flowering earth, for the green of hillside larches, for the singing of the skylark above the downs. There was a time - it seems further away than childhood - when I took up my pen with eagerness; if my hand trembled it was with hope. George Gissing

这屋中绝妙的恬静呵！我一直无所事事地坐着，望着天空，看着金色阳光照耀在地毯上留下的瞬息万变的形状，我的眼睛随着一幅幅装框的版画，随着一排排心爱的书籍扫视过去。屋内悄无声息。花园中我能够听到鸟儿的歌唱声，能够听见它们拍动翅膀的沙沙声。如果我愿意，我可以就这样整天都坐着，一直坐到更为宁静的深夜。——乔治·吉辛

The exquisite quiet of this room! I have been sitting in utter idleness, watching the sky, viewing the shape of golden sunlight upon the carpet, which changes as the minutes pass, letting my eye wander from one framed print to another, and along the ranks of my beloved books. Within the house nothing stirs. In the garden I can hear singing of birds, I can hear the rustle of their wings. And thus, if it please me, I may sit all day long and into the profounder quiet of the night. George Gissing

无论漫游多久，我都并不在意。没有什么事要我回去；我闲荡再迟，也不会有人因此而焦急不安。春日的阳光在这些乡间小路和草地上闪耀，我觉得眼前展开的每一条蜿蜒小道，似乎都得走走。春天恢复了我那些久已遗忘的青春活力；我不知疲倦地漫步；像个孩子似的对着自己唱歌，唱的是童年时代所学的歌。——乔治·吉辛

It matters not how long I wander. There is no task to bring me back; no one will be vexed or uneasy, linger I ever so late. Spring is shining upon these lanes and meadows; I feel as if I must follow every winding track that opens by my way. Spring has restored to me something of the long-forgotten vigour of youth; I walk without weariness ; I sing to myself like a boy, and the song is one I knew in boyhood. George Gissing

有一天我在富饶、温暖的河谷中闲游，顺着繁花绽放的果园，从一间农舍走到另一间农舍，一间美过一间；从一个村落走到另一个村落，每一个都是浓荫环绕。随后，我走上苍松覆盖的高地，远眺着高沼地，那里有一片片去年生的褐色石楠花；从磷光点点的海峡出来的海风轻拂我的脸庞。面对四周如斯美丽的世界，我是如此强烈地感到快乐，以至于连自己都忘记了。我没有追忆过去，也没有憧憬未来，只是享受着这样的美景。——乔治·吉辛

One day I wandered in rich, warm valleys, by orchards bursting into bloom from farmhouse to farmhouse, each more beautiful than the other, and from hamlet to hamlet bowered amid dark evergreens; the next, I was on pine-clad heights, gazing over moorland brown with last year's heather, feeling upon my face a wind from the white-flecked Channel. So intense was my delight in the beautiful world about me that I forgot even myself; I enjoyed without retrospect or forecast. George Gissing

我带着一种相当混乱的情绪离开了客栈。沿着一条新路我踏上归途，不久我发现自己来到了一处小山谷旁，那里有一个农场和一片果园。苹果树繁花盛开，当我驻足凝望时，那一整天暗淡无光的太阳，突然散射出灿烂的光芒。对于我当时所见的情景，我现在无言表达；我只能梦想那繁花似锦的山谷的宁静可爱。在我身旁，一只蜜蜂嗡嗡作响；不远处，有一只布谷鸟在鸣叫；从下面农场的牧地里，则传来羊羔咩咩的叫声。——乔治·吉辛

I left the inn in rather a turbid humour. Moving homeward by a new way, I presently found myself on the side of a little valley in which lay a farm and a orchard. The apple trees were in full bloom, and as I stood gazing, the sun, which had all that day been niggard of its beams, burst forth gloriously. For what I then saw I have no words; I can but dream of the still loveliness of that blossomed valley. Near me a bee was humming; not faraway a cuckoo called; from the pasture of the farm below came a bleating of lambs. George Gissing

我阅读和记忆，究竟出于什么目的呢？人对自己提出这样的问题，确实是够愚蠢的。你阅读是为了自己快乐，是为了安慰自己、为了增强自己的力量。——乔治·吉辛

To what end, then, do I read and remember? Surely as foolish a question as ever man put to himself. You read for your own pleasure, for your solace and strengthening. George Gissing

在这里，无论我在什么时候醒来，无论早或迟，我都可以躺在亲切的宁静之中。偶尔有马蹄有节奏地在路上嗒嗒作响；或许有狗在邻近的农田吠叫；也许还有从埃克斯河对岸传来的遥远而低沉的火车声；但是这些，几乎就是强行灌入我耳朵里的仅有的声音了。无论是一天中的什么时候，人声都是最稀少的。——乔治·吉辛

Here, wake at what hour I may, early or late, I lie amid gracious stillness. Perchance a horse's hoof rings rhythmically upon the road; perhaps a dog barks from a neighbour farm; it may be that there comes the far, soft murmur of a train from the other side of Exe; but these are almost the only sounds that could force themselves upon my ear. A voice at any time of the day is the rarest thing. George Gissing

今天我在自己喜爱的一条乡间小路上散步，发现上面覆盖着山楂的落英。乳白色的花瓣散落在五月的绚烂景色之中，虽然凋零却仍然散发着芳香。它告诉我，春天已经过去了。——乔治·吉辛

Walking in a favourite lane today, I found it covered with shed blossoms of the hawthorn. Creamy white, fragrant even in ruin, lay scattered the glory of the May. It told me that spring is over. George Gissing

今天当我在花园里读书的时候，一阵夏日的芳香飘过——与我所读的书有一种内在的关联，尽管我不知道它究竟是什么——将我带回到学生时代的假日中去。那种长时间不做功课、在海边漫步的愉快心情，本是学生时代的乐事之一，这时极其强烈地在记忆中恢复了。——乔治·吉辛

Today as I was reading in the garden a waft of summer perfume-some hidden link of association in what I read - I know not what it may have been - took me back to schoolboy holidays; I recovered with strange intensity that lightsome mood of long release from tasks, of going away to the seaside, which is one of childhood's blessings. George Gissing

乔治·吉辛《四季随笔》