马克·吐温(Mark Twain)
They are enchanting . First, there is the eloquence of silence; for a deep hush broods everywhere. Next, there is the haunting sense of loneliness, isolation, remoteness from the worry and bustle of the world. The dawn creeps in stealthily; the solid walls of black forest soften to gray, and vast stretches of the river open up and reveal themselves; the water is glass-smooth, gives off spectral little wreaths of white mist; there is not the faintest breath of wind, nor stir of leaf; the tranquility is profound and infinitely satisfying. Then a bird pipes up, another follows, and soon the pipings develop into a jubilant riot of music. You see none of the birds; you simply move through an atmosphere of song which seems to sing itself. When the light has become a little stronger, you have one of the fairest and softest pictures imaginable. You have the intense green of the massed and crowded foliage near by; you see it paling shade by shade in front of you; upon the next projecting cape, a mile off or more, the tint has lightened to the tender young green of spring; the cape beyond that one has almost lost color, and the farthest one, miles away under the horizon, sleeps upon the water a mere dim vapor, and hardly separable from the sky above it and about it. And all this stretch of river is a mirror, and you have the shadowy reflections of the leafage and the curving shore and the receding capes pictured in it. Well, that is all beautiful; soft and rich and beautiful; and when the sun gets well up, and distributes a pink bush here and a powder of gold yonder and a purple haze where it will yield the best effect, you grant that you have seen something that is worth remembering.
- advent [ˈædvənt] n. 出现，到来
- enchanting [ɪnˈtʃɑːntɪŋ] a. 迷人的，醉人的
- haunting [ˈhɔːntɪŋ] a. 萦绕心头的
- spectral [ˈspektrəl] a. 鬼怪(似)的
- jubilant [ˈdʒuːbɪlənt] a. 欢乐的，喜气洋洋的
- cape [keɪp] n. 海角，岬
它们（海角）迷人极了。起初是一片岑寂，一切都笼罩在无边的宁静中。继而一种孤独、与世隔绝的感觉萦绕心头，远离了人世间的忧心与喧闹。黎明悄悄地爬了出来；乌黑的森林开始呈灰色，现出了一段段大河，水面如镜，冒出一圈圈迷幻的白色薄暮。无一丝风，树叶不动，沉沉的寂静给人无尽的满足感。接着，一只鸟吹奏起来，又一只也吹奏了，很快，群鸟争鸣，形成欢快喧闹的音乐。你看不见鸟，却沉浸在一片鸟鸣中。天色渐亮，在你面前呈现出所能想象到的最美最怡人的景象。在你身旁是鲜艳夺目的稠密的树叶，绿绿的。你会发现色彩层次在你前方变化，离你越远色调越淡；在距离一英里多的地方，另外一个突出的海角上，绿叶色调减弱到了初春的嫩绿色；再远处的海角上几乎失去了色彩，地平线上数英里以外，又一个海角，沉睡在那里的水面上，只有模糊的水汽，与水天一色，几乎无法分辨。海角上的这一段河流是一面镜子，倒映着浓荫密叶，曲曲弯弯的海岸和渐渐模糊的海角。哦，目之所及，风光如画，美不胜收。太阳升高了，给这里的灌木抹上粉红色，给远一点的地方撒上金粉，然后再使别的地方带上紫色的色调，从而产生最佳视觉效果。你会承认自己看到了十分值得一看的东西了。
马克·吐温（Mark Twain），原名塞缪尔·兰格霍恩·克莱门斯（Samuel Langhorne Clemens），是19世纪美国著名的作家和幽默家，也是美国文学史上最具影响力的人物之一。他最著名的作品包括《汤姆·索亚历险记》（The Adventures of Tom Sawyer）和《哈克贝利·费恩历险记》（Adventures of Huckleberry Finn），这两部作品不仅在美国文学史上具有重要地位，也深刻影响了全球文学和社会思潮。吐温以其生动的文字描绘、幽默的风格和对社会问题的敏锐洞察力而闻名。