晨讀英語美文100篇六級(jí)Two Views of the River

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[ti:] [ar:] [al:] [by:] [00:02.76]Passage 43. Two Views of the River [00:08.34]Now when I had mastered the language of this water, [00:12.93]and had come to know every trifling feature that bordered the great river [00:17.97]as familiarly as I knew the letters of the alphabet, [00:22.13]I had made a valuable acquisition. [00:25.30]But I had lost something, too. [00:27.71]I had lost something which could never be restored to me while I lived. [00:32.19]All the grace, the beauty, the poetry, had gone out of the majestic river! [00:38.21]I still kept in mind a certain wonderful sunset which I witnessed [00:43.03]when steamboating was new to me. [00:45.21]A broad expanse of the river was turned to blood; [00:48.71]in the middle distance the red hue brightened into gold, [00:52.54]through which a solitary log came floating, black and conspicuous; [00:58.01]in one place, a long slanting mark lay sparkling upon the water; [01:02.61]in another the surface was broken by boiling, tumbling rings, [01:07.20]that were as many-tinted as an opal; [01:10.16]where the ruddy flush was faintest, [01:12.56]was a smooth spot that was covered with graceful circles and radiating lines, [01:17.71]ever so delicately traced; [01:20.22]the shore on our left was densely wooded, [01:23.29]and the somber shadow that fell from this forest [01:26.56]was broken in one place by a long, ruffled trail that shone like silver; [01:32.15]and high above the forest wall a clean-stemmed dead tree waved a single leafy bough [01:38.49]that glowed like a flame in the unobstructed splendor that was flowing from the sun. [01:43.74]There were graceful curves,reflected images, woody heights,soft distances; [01:50.31]and over the whole scene, far and near, the dissolving lights drifted steadily, [01:56.11]enriching it every passing moment with new marvels of coloring.

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Passage 43. Two Views of the River
Now when I had mastered the language of this water,
and had come to know every trifling feature that bordered the great river
as familiarly as I knew the letters of the alphabet,
I had made a valuable acquisition.
But I had lost something, too.
I had lost something which could never be restored to me while I lived.
All the grace, the beauty, the poetry, had gone out of the majestic river!
I still kept in mind a certain wonderful sunset which I witnessed
when steamboating was new to me.
A broad expanse of the river was turned to blood;
in the middle distance the red hue brightened into gold,
through which a solitary log came floating, black and conspicuous;
in one place, a long slanting mark lay sparkling upon the water;
in another the surface was broken by boiling, tumbling rings,
that were as many-tinted as an opal;
where the ruddy flush was faintest,
was a smooth spot that was covered with graceful circles and radiating lines,
ever so delicately traced;
the shore on our left was densely wooded,
and the somber shadow that fell from this forest
was broken in one place by a long, ruffled trail that shone like silver;
and high above the forest wall a clean-stemmed dead tree waved a single leafy bough
that glowed like a flame in the unobstructed splendor that was flowing from the sun.
There were graceful curves,reflected images, woody heights,soft distances;
and over the whole scene, far and near, the dissolving lights drifted steadily,
enriching it every passing moment with new marvels of coloring.