假如给我三天光明（12）（2/2）
《最优美的散文》作者：徐翰林 2017-04-13 16:07
d sleep from my eyes.
The Third Day
The following morning?I should again greet the dawn?anxious to discover new delights?for I am sure that?for those who have eyes which really see?the dawn of each day must be a perpetually new revelation of beauty.
This?according to the terms of my imagined miracle?is to be my third and last day of sight.I shall have no time to waste in regrets or longings;there is too much to see.The first day I devoted to my friends?animate and inanimate.The second revealed to me the histoday I shall spend in the workaday world of the present?***d the haunts of men going about the business of life.And where can one find so many activities and conditions of men as in New York? So the city becomes my destination.
I start from my home in the quiet little suburb of Forest Hills?Long Island.Here?surrounded by green lawns?trees?and flowers?are neat little houses,happy with the voices and movements of wives and children?havens of peaceful rest for men who toil in the city.I drive across the lacy structure of steel which spans the East River?and I get a new and startling vision of the power and ingenuity of the mind of man.Busy boasts chug and scurry about the river racy speed boat?stolid?snorting tugs.If I had long days of sight ahead?I should spend many of them watching the delightful activity upon the river.
The Third Day
The following morning?I should again greet the dawn?anxious to discover new delights?for I am sure that?for those who have eyes which really see?the dawn of each day must be a perpetually new revelation of beauty.
This?according to the terms of my imagined miracle?is to be my third and last day of sight.I shall have no time to waste in regrets or longings;there is too much to see.The first day I devoted to my friends?animate and inanimate.The second revealed to me the histoday I shall spend in the workaday world of the present?***d the haunts of men going about the business of life.And where can one find so many activities and conditions of men as in New York? So the city becomes my destination.
I start from my home in the quiet little suburb of Forest Hills?Long Island.Here?surrounded by green lawns?trees?and flowers?are neat little houses,happy with the voices and movements of wives and children?havens of peaceful rest for men who toil in the city.I drive across the lacy structure of steel which spans the East River?and I get a new and startling vision of the power and ingenuity of the mind of man.Busy boasts chug and scurry about the river racy speed boat?stolid?snorting tugs.If I had long days of sight ahead?I should spend many of them watching the delightful activity upon the river.