我静静地躺在地上，沉浸在满足和渴望之中。这时，隐约一阵声响从松林间传来。最初，我猜想是远处农庄的鸡鸣或犬吠。但这声音有规律地传入我的耳朵，最终我明白了，那是山谷公路上一个赶路人在高声歌唱。他唱歌不是为了显示他歌声的婉转，而是为了表露出内心的美好情感。他底气十足，声音嘹亮，歌声围着山梁，飘**在草木茂盛的幽谷间。以前在城市里，我也曾在深夜时，听过人们路过的声音，记得其中一些人也唱歌，有个人把风笛吹得婉转动听。还有一次，我静静地躺在**，在数小时的沉静后，不知是一辆马车还是大车忽然驶过，绝尘而去，隆隆的声音不绝于耳。懂得浪漫的人才会在黑夜里独自外出，出于兴奋好奇，我们常常去猜测他们的行踪。但这种浪漫有着双重含义：一方面是指这个欢快的夜行人，由于体内酒精燃烧的作用，在黑夜里引吭高歌；另一方面，是关于我自己，结结实实地把自己裹在睡袋里，在星空下四五千英尺的地方，我独自在松林里惬意地抽着烟。
有一种相随，比孤独来得平静，如果正确地理解，那就是孤独创造完美。懂得浪漫的人会在黑夜里独自外出，在夜里引吭高歌。
林湖重游
Once More to the Lake
[美国]埃尔文·布鲁克斯·怀特/Elwyn Brooks White
One summer， along about 1904， my father rented a camp on a lake in Maine and took us all there for the month of August. We all got ringworm from some kittens and had to rub Pond' s Extract on our arms and legs night and morning， and my father rolled over in a canoe with all his clothes on； but outside of that the vacation was a success and from then on none of us ever thought there was any place in the world like that lake in Maine. We returned summer after summer — always on August 1st for one month. I have since become a salt-water man， but sometimes in summer there are days when the restlessness， of the tides and the fearful cold of the sea water and the incessant wind which blow across the afternoon and into the evening make me wish for the placidity of a lake in the woods. A few weeks ago this feeling got so strong I bought myself a couple of bass hooks and a spinner and returned to the lake where we used to go， for a week' s fishing and to revisit old haunts.