TGIF（英文翻译）# Midlife - 人到中年
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奔个旧作，以前的星期五不一样。。。
TGIF（英文翻译）
茫茫的人海里，我是一名酱香型的水手。星期五的Rush Hour巨浪般袭来，我轻松地从
浪尖上滑过，好象在舞蹈，好象被顺风举着。我碰到几个迷路的旅人，几个卖狗皮膏药
的，还有一个天真无邪的浙西姑娘。
从步行道出来，我走向中央广场。靠近西边的地方，就是狐狸常说的＂太阳啊＂那个方
向，我听到熟悉的Vivaldi的四季。他们一定是来自几天前我听过的黑丝乐队，那黑丝
的旋律一模一样啊，他们还象太阳一样从广场的东边Move到西边。
经过一夜无梦的睡眠，一早啥事没有的火车旅行，我叛逆地飘向了黑丝四人组。我不喜
欢照镜子，但是我的镜子里面一样生活着一个另类的我。另类的我，我的另类，呵呵呵
，现在正在迈开他的脚步。
我记得我第一次听到四季，是在电视节目Cosmos上。沙杆同学骑着车穿越意大利的丛林
小镇，边骑边描述伽利略等灌水大牛的工作和生平。阳光撒满的小路、风景迷人的小镇
、热情友好的农民，这些就在我脑海中掠过，每当我听到巴洛克的音乐。
沉浸在美好的乐声和回忆里，我石化了几分钟。现实的我终于挣扎着醒来，我往满满的
大提琴盒子里又扔了几块钱和敬意，跳回早晨Rush Hour的巨浪中。远处的星巴克绿油
油的香气恰如其份地甜蜜了早晨的天空。
大神啊，星期五万岁！多么充满希望和遐想的一天。你会觉得生活是美丽的，呵呵呵，
象那个浙西姑娘。
:)
2013/08/02
原文：
TGIF
bos (Bart)
A seasoned navigator of the ocean of humanity, I surfed the waves of the
Friday morning rush hour with confident agility, dexterity, and maybe some
gusto as well. I passed several clueless tourists, some sales reps with
oversized luggage, and an innocent-looking Jersey girl.
Ascended from the track level, I reached the main concourse. Near the west
side, I heard familiar tunes: the Four Seasons by Vivaldi. They must be the
same Black string quartet I passed by several days ago. But they drifted
from the east end of the concourse to the center this morning.
After a dreamless night, and uneventful morning train ride, whimsically, I
decided to let myself drift to the quartet, transporting myself to a
different existence.
I remembered the first time I listened to the Four Seasons: that’s in the
TV show Cosmos. A charismatic Carl Sagan rode a bike in a mountainous
Italian town, describing the life and works of Galileo and other scientific
giants. A sunny trail on a bike, scenery charming towns, and friendly
country folks, always pop up in my mind when I hear these baroque tunes.
With the tunes and the memories they conjured up, I stayed transfixed for
quite a while. Out of the trance, I threw some dollar bills to the overflown
cello case, collected myself, and plunged right back into the waves of
morning rush. The enameled aroma of a nearby Starbuck concession justifiably
sweetened the morning delight.
TGIF, a day of hope and idle thoughts. Life is beautiful.
TGIF（英文翻译）
茫茫的人海里，我是一名酱香型的水手。星期五的Rush Hour巨浪般袭来，我轻松地从
浪尖上滑过，好象在舞蹈，好象被顺风举着。我碰到几个迷路的旅人，几个卖狗皮膏药
的，还有一个天真无邪的浙西姑娘。
从步行道出来，我走向中央广场。靠近西边的地方，就是狐狸常说的＂太阳啊＂那个方
向，我听到熟悉的Vivaldi的四季。他们一定是来自几天前我听过的黑丝乐队，那黑丝
的旋律一模一样啊，他们还象太阳一样从广场的东边Move到西边。
经过一夜无梦的睡眠，一早啥事没有的火车旅行，我叛逆地飘向了黑丝四人组。我不喜
欢照镜子，但是我的镜子里面一样生活着一个另类的我。另类的我，我的另类，呵呵呵
，现在正在迈开他的脚步。
我记得我第一次听到四季，是在电视节目Cosmos上。沙杆同学骑着车穿越意大利的丛林
小镇，边骑边描述伽利略等灌水大牛的工作和生平。阳光撒满的小路、风景迷人的小镇
、热情友好的农民，这些就在我脑海中掠过，每当我听到巴洛克的音乐。
沉浸在美好的乐声和回忆里，我石化了几分钟。现实的我终于挣扎着醒来，我往满满的
大提琴盒子里又扔了几块钱和敬意，跳回早晨Rush Hour的巨浪中。远处的星巴克绿油
油的香气恰如其份地甜蜜了早晨的天空。
大神啊，星期五万岁！多么充满希望和遐想的一天。你会觉得生活是美丽的，呵呵呵，
象那个浙西姑娘。
:)
2013/08/02
原文：
TGIF
bos (Bart)
A seasoned navigator of the ocean of humanity, I surfed the waves of the
Friday morning rush hour with confident agility, dexterity, and maybe some
gusto as well. I passed several clueless tourists, some sales reps with
oversized luggage, and an innocent-looking Jersey girl.
Ascended from the track level, I reached the main concourse. Near the west
side, I heard familiar tunes: the Four Seasons by Vivaldi. They must be the
same Black string quartet I passed by several days ago. But they drifted
from the east end of the concourse to the center this morning.
After a dreamless night, and uneventful morning train ride, whimsically, I
decided to let myself drift to the quartet, transporting myself to a
different existence.
I remembered the first time I listened to the Four Seasons: that’s in the
TV show Cosmos. A charismatic Carl Sagan rode a bike in a mountainous
Italian town, describing the life and works of Galileo and other scientific
giants. A sunny trail on a bike, scenery charming towns, and friendly
country folks, always pop up in my mind when I hear these baroque tunes.
With the tunes and the memories they conjured up, I stayed transfixed for
quite a while. Out of the trance, I threw some dollar bills to the overflown
cello case, collected myself, and plunged right back into the waves of
morning rush. The enameled aroma of a nearby Starbuck concession justifiably
sweetened the morning delight.
TGIF, a day of hope and idle thoughts. Life is beautiful.
