【正文】 fulllipped mouth,grew upon me as I stood silently seemed to me a more perfect beauty than had ever e to me in my loveliest dreams of it was not her beauty so much as the look she gave me that fascinated me, melted me.Passage 5 Declaration of IndependenceWhen in the Course of human events,it bees necessary for one people to dissolve the political bandswhich have connected them with another,and to assume among the powers of the earth,the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature39。s fabric is sound。 and I feel that I am not different it is in the city!It is late, and the crowd is step out upon the balcony, and lie in the very bosom of the cool,dewy night as if you folded her garments about lies the public walk with trees, like a fathomless, black lamps are still burning up and down the long go by with grotesque shadows, now foreshortened,and now lengthening away into the darkness and vanishing,while a new one springs up behind the walker,and seems to pass him revolving like the sail of a iron gates of the park shut with a jangling are footsteps and loud voices。so did the exhausted laborers in the that lived or grew was oppressed by the glare。and I am caught, blankly, in his — the day flows away through the sink when I wash my hands,wears off in the bowl when I eat my meal,and passes away before my daydreaming gaze as reflect in can feel his haste now, so I reach out my hands to hold him back,but he keeps flowing past my withholding the evening, as I lie in bed, he strides over my body, glides past my feet, in his agile moment I open my eyes and meet the sun again, one whole day has bury my face in my hands and heave a the new day begins to flash past in the can I do, in this bustling world, with my days flying in their escape?Nothing but to hesitate, to have I been doing in that eightthousandday rush, apart from hesitating?Those bygone days have been dispersed as smoke by a light wind,or evaporated as mist by the morning traces have I left behind me?Have I ever left behind any gossamer traces at all?I have e to the world, stark naked。and hence it is that they are popularly accused of pretense and hypocrisy,not, I repeat, from their own fault,but because their professors and their admirers persist in taking them for what they are not,and are officious in arrogating for them a praise to which they have no the granite rock with razors, or moor the vessel with a thread of silk,then may you hope with such keen and delicate instruments as human knowledgeand human reason to contend against those giants, Passage 2. “Packing” a PersonA person, like a modity, needs going too far is absolutely little exaggeration, however, does no harmwhen it shows the person39。s God entitle them,a decent respect to the opinions of mankindrequires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the hold these truths to be selfevident, that all men are created equal,that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights,that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.—That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men,deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed,—That whenever any Form of Government bees destructive of these ends,it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it,and to institute new Government,laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form,as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and , indeed, will dictate that Governments long establishedshould not be changed for light and transient causes。 the work in wood and plaster tells of a more leisurely and a more honest age than stairs do not creak under my step。 —a tumult。so did their recumbent drivers, when they were awake, which rarely happened。yet in between, how fast is the shift, in such a rush?When I get up in the morning,the slanting sun marks its presence in my small room in two or three sun has feet, look, he is treading on, lightly and furtively。they look like virtue at a distance, but they are detected by close observers, and in the long run。and accordingly all experience has shown,that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable,than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are when a long train of abuses and usurpations,pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce themunder absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty,to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.—Such has been the patient sufferance of these Colonies。 I am attacked by no unkindly draught。 —a drunken brawl。 this is my home.Passage 11. A Summer DayOne day thirty years ago Marseilles lay in the burning blazing sun upon a fierce August day was no greater rarity in southern Francethan at any other time before or in Marseilles and about Marseilles had stared at the fervid sun,and had been stared at in return, until a staring habit had bee universal were stared out of countenance by staring white houses,staring white streets, staring tracts of arid road, staring hills from which verdure was burnt only things to be seen not fixedly staring and glaringwere the vines drooping under their loads of did occasionally wink a little, as the hot air barely moved their faint universal stare made the eyes the distant blue of the Italian coast, indeed,it was a little relieved by light clouds of mistslowly rising from the evaporation of the sea,but it softened nowhere away the dusty vines overhanging wayside cottages,and the monotonous wayside avenues of parched trees without shade,dropped beneath the stare of earth and did the horses with drowsy bells, in long files of carts,creeping slowly towards the interior。peach blossoms may have fallen, but they will bloom , you the wise, tell me, why should our days leave us, never to return?If they had been stolen by someone, who could it be?Where could h