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segments from <six chapters of a Floating Life>Life is like a spring dream which vanishes without a trace.Touched by the autumn,one's figure grows slender.Soaked in the fost,the chrysanthemum blooms full.Still,I could not help thinking of her all the time,and once I told my mother,"If you were to choose a girl for me,I won't marry any one except her."There was an air of tenderness about her which completely fascinated me.I secretly held her hand under the table,which was warm and small,and my heart was palpitating.Whenever the breeze blew past my bamboo courtyard, or the moon shone upon my window behind the green banana leaves,I thought of her and was carried away into a reign of dream.Yun stood up to welcome me ,and we held each other's hands in silence,and it seemed then that our souls had melted away or evaporated like a mist.My ears tingled and Idid not know where I was.这些词句美妙之处在于简单直白,一看便知。
沈复的《浮生六记》很好看,何况是林语堂翻译,一举两得。心慌心虚的人可以看看打发时间。
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