第10部分(第2/5 页)

　is　the　thing　whose　passing　he　watches　with　infinite2　sorrow　and　regret；　it　is　the　thing　whose　loss　he　must　lament　forever；　and　it　is　the　thing　whose　loss　he　really　weles　with　a　sad　and　secret　joy；　the　thing　he　would　never　willingly　relive　again；　could　it　be　restored　to　him　by　any　magic。书包　网　。　想看书来

人的青春（2）

Why　is　this？　The　reason　is　that　the　strange　and　bitter　miracle　of　life　is　nowhere　else　so　evident　as　in　our　youth。　And　what　is　the　essence3　of　that　strange　and　bitter　miracle　of　life　which　we　feel　so　poignantly；　so　unutterably；　with　such　a　bitter　pain　and　joy；　when　we　are　young？　It　is　this：　that　being　rich；　we　are　so　poor；　that　being　mighty；　we　can　yet　have　nothing；　that　seeing；　breathing；　smelling；　tasting　all　around　us　the　impossible　wealth　and　glory　of　this　earth；　feeling　with　an　intolerable　certitude　that　the　whole　structure　of　the　enchanted　life—the　most　fortunate；　wealthy；　good　and　happy　life　that　any　man　has　ever　known—is　ours—is　ours　at　once；　immediately　and　forever；　the　moment　that　we　choose　to　take　a　step；　or　stretch　a　hand；　or　say　a　word—we　yet　know　that　we　can　really　keep；　hold；　take；　and　possess　forever—nothing。　All　passes；　nothing　lasts；　the　moment　that　we　put　our　hand　upon　it；　it　melts　away　like　smoke；　is　gone　forever；　and　the　snake　is　eating　at　our　heart　again；　we　see　then　what　we　are　and　what　our　lives　must　e　to。

A　young　man　is　so　strong；　so　mad；　so　certain；　and　so　lost。　He　has　everything　and　he　is　able　to　use　nothing。　He　hurls　the　great　shoulder　of　his　strength　forever　against　phantasmal4　barriers；　he　is　a　wave　whose　power　explodes　in　lost　mid…oceans　under　timeless　skies；　he　reaches　out　to　grip　a　fume　of　painted　smoke；　he　wants　all；　feels　the　thirst　and　power　for　everything；　and　finally　gets　nothing。　In　the　end；　he　is　destroyed　b