我的栖身之所，我的人生目的(英汉双语) 作者：亨利·戴维·梭罗 内容简介 纵观历史，有的书改变了世界。它们扭转了我们看待自身和他人的方式。它们引发争论，产生异见，挑起战争，催化革命。它们发人深省，激发愤懑，鼓动情绪，提供慰藉。它们丰富了我们的生活，也摧毁了我们的生活。
我的栖身之所，我的人生目的(英汉双语) 作者：亨利·戴维·梭罗 内容简介 纵观历史，有的书改变了世界。不仅如此，就我而言，我想要每一个作家，都不仅仅是记述道听途说来的别人的生活，而是或迟或早，把自己的生活以一种简洁而真诚的方式描述出来；类似于他从遥远的异地写给亲人的生活实录；因为我觉得，如果一个人真诚地生活过，他必定是生活在一个与我相距遥远的地方。我在此娓娓道来的事情与中国以及桑威奇群岛〔1〕的人没有多大关系，us and the celestial bodies, if the poet did not speak so much from under a roof, or the saint dwell there so long. Birds do not sing in caves, nor do doves cherish their innocence in dovecots. However, if one designs to construct a dwelling house, it behooves him to exercise a little Yankee shrewdness, lest after all he find himself in a workhouse, a labyrinth without a clew, a museum, an almshouse, a prison, or a splendid mausoleum instead. Consider first how slight a shelter is absolutely necessary. I have seen Penobscot Indians, in this town, living in tents of thin cotton cloth, while the snow was nearly a foot deep around them, and I thought that they would be glad to have it deeper to keep out the wind. Formerly, when how to get my living honestly, with freedom left for my proper pursuits, was a question which vexed me even more than it does now, for unfortunately I am become somewhat callous, I used to see a large box by the railroad, six feet long by three wide, in which the ral weeks, hatched perchance by the heat of an urn. Who does not feel his faith in a resurrection and immortality strengthened by hearing of this?Who knows what beautiful and winged life, whose egg has been buried for ages under many concentric layers of woodenness in the dead dry life of society, deposited at first in the alburnum of the green and living tree, which has been gradually converted into the semblance of its well-seasoned tomb, — heard perchance gnawing out now for years by the astonished family of man, as they sat round the festive board, — may unexpectedly come forth from amidst society's most trivial and handselled furniture, to enjoy its perfect summer life at last!I do not say that John or Jonathan★ will realize all this; but such is the character of that morrow which mere lapse of time can never make to dawn. The light which puts out our eyes is darkness to us. Only that day dawns to which we are awake. There is more day to dawn. The sun is but a morning star.