瓦尔登湖

In warm evenings I frequently sat in the boat playing the flute, and saw the perch, which I seem to have charmed, hovering around me, and the moon travelling over the ribbed bottom, which was strewed with the wrecks of the forest．Formerly I had come to this pond adventurously, from time to time, in dark summer nights, with a companion, and, making a fire close to the water’s edge, which we thought attracted the fishes, we caught pouts with a bunch of worms strung on a thread, and when we had done, far in the night, threw the burning brands high into the air like skyrockets, which, coming down into the pond, were quenched with a loud hissing, and we were suddenly groping in total darkness．Through this, whistling a tune, we took our way to the haunts of men again．But now I had made my home by the shore.

在气候暖和的黄昏时刻，我时常坐在船上吹笛，观看鲈鱼在我四周环游，似乎让我的笛声给迷住，月亮在有棱纹的湖底上面移动，湖底到处散布着森林的断枝残块。以前，在夏天的黑夜里，我有时和一个同伴带着探险的心情来到这个湖畔，在水边生一堆火，觉得这样可以吸引鱼游过来，我们把蚯蚓缚在钓丝上做诱饵，捉到了一些鳕鱼；做完这些时已是深夜，我们把燃烧着的木头高高地抛到空中，就像放焰火那样，木头又掉到湖里去，发出咝咝的响声，火光随之熄灭。我们一下子完全坠入黑暗中摸索，用口哨吹着曲子，穿过黑暗，又走到人们常到的地方。不过现在我已经在岸边安下我的家了。