All of us have read thrilling stories in which the hero had only a limited and specified time to live. Sometimes it was as long as a year; sometimes as short as twenty-four hours, but always we were interested in discovering just how the doomed man chose to spend his last days or his last hours. I speak, of course, of free men who have a choice, not condemned criminals whose sphere of activities is strictly delimited. 

    Such stories set up thinking, wondering what we should do under similar circumstances. What associations should we crowd into those
last hours as mortal beings? What happiness should we find in reviewing the past, what regrets? 

    Sometimes I have thought it would be an excellent rule to live each day as if we should die tomorrow. Such an attitude would emphasize sharply the values of life. We should live each day with a gentleness, a vigor, and a keenness of appreciation which are often lost when time stretches before us in the constant panorama of more days and months and years to come. There are those, of course, who would adopt the epicurean motto of “Eat, drink, and be merry,” most people would be chastened by the certainty of impending death. 

    我們都讀過(guò)這樣一些動(dòng)人的故事，故事里主人公將不久于人世。長(zhǎng)則一年，短則２４小時(shí)。但是我們總是很想知道這個(gè)即將離開(kāi)人世的人是決定怎樣度過(guò)他最后的日子的。當(dāng)然，我所指的是有權(quán)作出選擇的自由人，不是那些活動(dòng)范圍受到嚴(yán)格限制的死囚�！�
 
    這一類(lèi)故事會(huì)使我們思考在類(lèi)似的處境下，我們自己該做些什么？在那臨終前的幾個(gè)小時(shí)里我們會(huì)產(chǎn)生哪些聯(lián)想？會(huì)有多少欣慰和遺憾呢？ 

    有時(shí)我想，把每天都當(dāng)作生命的最后一天來(lái)度過(guò)也不失為一個(gè)很好的生命法則。這種人生態(tài)度使人非常重視人生的價(jià)值。每一天我們都應(yīng)該以和善的態(tài)度、充沛的精力和熱情的欣賞來(lái)度過(guò)，而這些恰恰是在來(lái)日方長(zhǎng)時(shí)往往被我們忽視的東西。當(dāng)然，有這樣一些人奉行享樂(lè)主義的座右銘——吃喝玩樂(lè)，但是大多數(shù)人卻不能擺脫死亡來(lái)臨的恐懼。 

    Most of us take life for granted. We know that one day we must die, but usually we picture that day as far in the future, when we are in buoyant health, death is all but unimaginable. We seldom think of it. The days stretch out in an endless vista. So we go about our petty task, hardly aware of our listless attitude towards life. 

    The same lethargy, I am afraid, characterizes the use of our faculties and senses. Only the deaf appreciate hearing, only the blind realize the manifold blessings that lie in sight. Particularly does this observation apply to those who have lost sight and hearing in adult life. But those who have never suffered impairment of sight or hearing seldom make the fullest use of these blessed faculties. Their eyes and ears take in all sights and sound hazily, without concentration, and with little appreciation. It is the same old story of not being grateful for what we conscious of health until we are ill. 

    I have often thought it would be a blessing if each human being were stricken blind and deaf for a few days at some time during his early adult life. Darkness would make him more appreciative of sight; silence would teach him the joys of sound. 

    Now and then I have tested my seeing friends to discover what they see. Recently I was visited by a very good friend who had just returned from a long walk in the woods, and I asked her what she had observed. “Nothing in particular,” she replied. I might have been incredulous had I not been accustomed to such responses, for long ago I became convinced that the seeing see little. 

    我們大多數(shù)人認(rèn)為生命理所當(dāng)然，我們明白總有一天我們會(huì)死去，但是我們常常把這一天看得非常遙遠(yuǎn)。當(dāng)我們身體強(qiáng)壯時(shí)，死亡便成了難以相象的事情了。我們很少會(huì)考慮它，日子一天天過(guò)去，好像沒(méi)有盡頭。所以我們?yōu)楝嵤卤疾�，并沒(méi)有意識(shí)到我們對(duì)待生活的態(tài)度是冷漠的。 

    我想我們?cè)谶\(yùn)用我們所有五官時(shí)恐怕也同樣是冷漠的。只有聾子才珍惜聽(tīng)力，只有盲人才能認(rèn)識(shí)到能見(jiàn)光明的幸運(yùn)。對(duì)于那些成年致盲或失陪的人來(lái)說(shuō)尤其如此。但是那些聽(tīng)力或視力從未遭受損失的人卻很少充分利用這些幸運(yùn)的能力，他們對(duì)所見(jiàn)所聞不關(guān)注、不欣賞。這與常說(shuō)的不失去不懂得珍貴，不生病不知道健康可貴的道理是一樣的。 

    我常想如果每一個(gè)人在他成年的早些時(shí)候，有幾天成為了聾子或瞎子也不失為一件幸事。黑暗將使他更珍惜光明；沉寂將教他知道聲音的樂(lè)趣。 

    有時(shí)我會(huì)試探我的非盲的朋友們，想知道他們看見(jiàn)了什么。最近我的一位非常要好的朋友來(lái)看我，她剛剛在樹(shù)林里走了很長(zhǎng)時(shí)間，我問(wèn)她看見(jiàn)了什么。“沒(méi)什么特別的，”她回答說(shuō)。如不是我早已習(xí)慣了這樣的回答，我也許不會(huì)輕易相信，因?yàn)楹芫靡郧拔揖拖嘈帕擞醒廴丝床灰?jiàn)什么。 

    How was it possible, I asked myself, to walk for an hour through the woods and see nothing worthy of note? I who cannot see find hundreds of things to interest me through mere touch. I feel the delicate symmetry of a leaf. I pass my hands lovingly about the smooth skin of a silver birch, or the rough shaggy bark of a pine. In spring I touch the branches of trees hopefully in search of a bud, the first sign of awakening Nature after her winter’s sleep I feel the delightful, velvety texture of a flower, and discover its remarkable convolutions; and something of the miracle of Nature is revealed to me. Occasionally, if I am very fortunate, I place my hand gently in a small tree and feel the happy quiver of a bird in full song. I am delighted to have cool waters of a brook rush through my open fingers. To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug. To me the pageant of seasons is a thrilling and unending drama, the action of which streams through my finger tips. At times my heart cries out with longing to see all these things. If I can get so much pleasure from mere touch, how much more beauty must be revealed by sight. Yet, those who have eyes apparently see little. The panorama of color and action fill the world is taken for granted. It is human, perhaps, to appreciate little that which we have and to long for that which we have not, but it is a great pity that in the world of light and the gift of sight is used only as mere convenience rather that as a means of adding fullness to life. #p#分頁(yè)標(biāo)題#e#

    Oh, the things that I should see if I had the power of sight for three days! 

    我問(wèn)自己在樹(shù)林中走了一小時(shí)，怎么可能什么值得注意的東西都沒(méi)有看到呢？而我一個(gè)盲人僅僅通過(guò)觸摸就發(fā)現(xiàn)了數(shù)以百計(jì)的有趣的東西。我感到樹(shù)葉的對(duì)稱(chēng)美，用手摸著白樺樹(shù)光滑的樹(shù)皮或是松樹(shù)那粗糙的厚厚的樹(shù)皮。春天里我滿懷著希望觸摸著樹(shù)枝尋找新芽，那是大自然冬眼后醒來(lái)的第一個(gè)征象。我感到了花朵的可愛(ài)和茸茸的感覺(jué)，發(fā)現(xiàn)它層層疊疊地綻開(kāi)著，大自然的神奇展現(xiàn)在我的面前。當(dāng)我把手輕輕地放在一棵小樹(shù)上，如果幸運(yùn)的話，偶爾會(huì)感到歌唱的小鳥(niǎo)歡快的顫動(dòng)。我會(huì)愉快地讓清涼的溪水從手之間流過(guò)。對(duì)我來(lái)說(shuō)，滿地厚厚的松針和松軟的草坪比奢華的波斯地毯更惹人喜愛(ài)。對(duì)我來(lái)說(shuō)四季變換的景色如同一場(chǎng)動(dòng)人心魄的不會(huì)完結(jié)的戲劇，劇中的人物動(dòng)作從我的指尖流過(guò)。我的心不時(shí)在吶喊，帶著對(duì)光明的渴望。既然僅僅通過(guò)觸摸就能使我獲得如此多的喜悅，那么光明定會(huì)展示更多美好的事物啊�？上У氖悄切┯醒劬Φ娜朔置骺吹胶苌�，整個(gè)世界繽紛的色彩和萬(wàn)物的活動(dòng)都被認(rèn)為是理所當(dāng)然。也許不珍惜已經(jīng)擁有的，想得到還沒(méi)有得到的是人的特點(diǎn)，但是在光明的世界里只把視覺(jué)用做一種方便的工具，而不是豐富生活的工具，這是令人多么遺憾的事情啊。

    噢，假如我擁有三天光明，我將會(huì)看見(jiàn)多少事物��！