Walking in a favourite lane today, I found it covered with shed blossoms of the hawthorn. Creamy white, fragrant even in ruin, lay scattered the glory of the May. It told me that spring is over.

Have I enjoyed it as I should? Since the day that brought me freedom, four times have I seen the year's new birth, and always, as the violet yielded to the rose, I have known a fear that I had not sufficiently prized this boon of heaven whilst it was with me. Many hours I have spent shut up among my books, when I might have been in the meadows. Was the gain equivalent? Doubtfully, diffidently, I hearken what the mind can plead.

今天，当我在自己喜爱的一条小路上漫步时,发现路面被一层山楂花所覆盖。在五月的灿烂春景中,乳白色的花瓣徐徐飘落,却依然散发着沁人的芬芳。它告诉我,春天已经结束了。

我是否充分享受了春天的乐趣呢?自从获得自由的那一天起,我已经看到过四次这一年之始的季节。每当紫罗兰让位于玫瑰时，我总会心生恐惧，担心在还能享受到这种上天赐给我的恩惠时，我却没有足够珍惜。许多本应在牧场中漫步的时间，我却将之消磨在了书本上。我所得到的能够抵偿我所失去的吗?我怀疑而踌躇地倾听着内心为自己所作的辩护。

I recall my moments of delight, the recognition of each flower that unfolded, the surprise of budding branches clothed in a night with green. The first snowy gleam upon the blackthorn did not escape me. By its familiar bank, I watched for the earliest primrose, and in its copse I found the anemone. Meadows shining with buttercups, hollows sunned with the marsh marigold held me long at gaze. I saw the sallow glistening with its cones of silvery fur, and splendid with dust of gold. These common things touch me with more of admiration and of wonder each time I behold them. They are once more gone. As I turn to summer, a misgiving mingles with my joy.

我陷入了沉沉的回忆之中:那些属于我的欢乐时刻,辨认出每一种盛放的花朵,以及那些柔嫩的枝丫一夜之间着上绿装所带给我的惊喜。我注意到了黑刺李树上的第一道雪白的闪光。在它生长的河岸上,我守候着最早绽放的迎春花;我还在矮树丛中发现了银莲花。草地上闪闪发亮的毛茛,山谷中沐浴着阳光的驴蹄草,都能长久地吸引我的目光。我看到阔叶柳上闪耀着的银白色球花,覆着金色的尘埃,更显灿烂夺目。每当我看到这些平平常常的花草时,都会生发出一种既羡慕又惊奇的感觉。而现在,它们又一次逝去了。在转向夏天的时候，一种若有所失的感觉混杂在了欢乐之中。

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