Tucked away in our subconscious is an idyllic vision. We see ourselves on a long trip that spans the continent. We are traveling by train. Out the windows, we drink in the passing scene of cars on nearby highways, of children waving at a crossing, of cattle grazing on a distant hillside, of smoke pouring from a power plant, of row upon row of corn and wheat, of flatlands and valleys, of mountains and rolling hillsides, of city skylines and village halls.
我們的潛意識里藏著一派田園詩般的風(fēng)光。我們仿佛身處一次橫貫大陸的漫漫旅程之中。 乘著火車,我們領(lǐng)略著窗外流動的景色:附近高速公路上奔馳的汽車、十字路口處招手的孩童、遠(yuǎn)山上吃草的牛群、源源不斷地從電廠排放出的煙塵、一片片的玉米和小麥、平原與山谷、群山與綿延的丘陵、天空映襯下城市的輪廓,以及鄉(xiāng)間的莊園宅第。
But uppermost in our minds is the final destination. On a certain day at a certain hour, we will pull into the station. Bands will be playing and flags waving. Once we get there, so many wonderful dreams will come true and the pieces of our lives will fit together like a completed jigsaw puzzle. How restlessly we pace the aisles, damning the minutes for loitering --waiting, waiting, waiting for the station.
然而我們心里想得最多的卻是最終的目的地。 在某一天的某一時(shí)刻, 我們將會抵達(dá)進(jìn)站。 迎接我們的將是樂隊(duì)和飄舞的彩旗。一旦到了那兒, 多少美夢將成為現(xiàn)實(shí), 我們的生活也將變得完整, 如同一塊理好了的拼圖。可是我們現(xiàn)在在過道里不耐煩地踱來踱去, 咒罵火車的拖拖拉拉。 我們期待著, 期待著, 期待著火車進(jìn)站的那一刻。