【生活常识教科书】THE_STORY_OF_MY_HEART_AN_AUTOBIOGRAPHY(我的心的故事).pdfVIP

更多好书请点击 THE STORY OF MY HEART AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY THE STORY OF MY HEART AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY by RICHARD JEFFERIES 1 更多好书请点击 THE STORY OF MY HEART AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY CHAPTER I THE story of my heart commences seventeen years ago. In the glow of youth there were times every now and then when I felt the necessity of a strong inspiration of soulthought. My heart was dusty, parched for want of the rain of deep feeling; my mind arid and dry, for there is a dust which settles on the heart as well as that which falls on a ledge. It is injurious to the mind as well as to the body to be always in one place and always surrounded by the same circumstances. A species of thick clothing slowly grows about the mind, the pores are choked, little habits become a part of existence, and by degrees the mind is inclosed in a husk. When this began to form I felt eager to escape from it, to throw off the heavy clothing, to drink deeply once more at the fresh fountations of life. An inspiration--a long deep breath of the pure air of thought--could alone give health to the heart. There is a hill to which I used to resort at such periods. The labour of walking three miles to it, all the while gradually ascending, seemed to clear my blood of the heaviness accumulated at home. On a warm summer day the slow continued rise required continual effort, which caried away the sense of oppression. The familiar everyday scene was soon out of sight; I came to other trees, meadows, and fields; I began to breathe a new air and to have a fresher aspirationn. I restrained my soul till reached the sward of the hill; psyche, the soul that longed to be loose. I woul