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经典英语短文翻译：生活的艺术
The art of living is to know when to hold fast and when
to let life is a
paradox
：
it enjoins us to cling to
its many gifts even while it ordains
their eventual
relinquishment. The
rabbis of old put it thisway
：
“A man
comes to this world with
his fist clenched, but when he dies,
his hand is open.”Surely we ought to
hold fast to life, for
it is wondrous,
and full of a beauty that breaks through
every pore of God’s own earth. We know
that this is so, but
all too often we
recognize this truth only in our backward
glance when we remember what was and
then suddenly realize
that it is no
remember a beauty that faded, a love
that waned. But we remember with far
greater pain that we did
not see that
beauty when it flowered,that we failed to
respond with love when it was
tendered.
A recent experience re-taught me this truth. I was
hospitalized following a severe heart
attack and had been in
intensive care
for several days. It was not a pleasant
morning, I had to have some additional
tests. The
required machines were
located in a building at the opposite
end of the hospital, so I had to be
wheeled across the
courtyard on a we
emerged from our unit, the
sunlight hit
’s all there was to my experience. Just
the light of the sun. And yet how
beautiful it was
—
how
warming, how sparking, how brilliant! I
looked to see whether
anyone else
relished the sun’s golden glow, but everyone was
hurrying to and fro
，
most with eyes fixed on the ground. Then
I
remembered how often I, too, had been indifferent
to the
grandeur of each day, too
preoccupied with petty and