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1第一部分 汉译英1. 丑石An Ugly Stone2. 匆匆Rush3. 冬夜Winter Night4. 互助Helping Each Other5. 黄昏Dusk6. 盼头Something to Lookl Forward to7. 媲美Beauty8. 枪口The Muzzles9. 鸲鹆The Story of a Myna10. 铜镜The Bronze Mirror11. 学校The College12. 野草Wild Grass13. 种梨Planting a Pear Tree14. 哀互生Mourning for Husheng15. 落花生The Peanut16. 盲演员A Blind Actor17. “孺子马 ” An”Obedient Horse”18. 小麻雀A Little Sparrow19. 雄辩症A Case of Eloquence20. 大钱饺子A Good-luck Dumpling21. 荷塘月色Moonlight over the Lotus Pond22. 黄龙奇观A View of Huangllong23. 枯叶蝴蝶Lappet Butterfies24. 泡菜坛子A pickle Pot25. 田水哗啦The Irrigation Water Came Gurgling26. 我若为王If I Be King27. 西式幽默Western Humour28. 项脊轩志Xiangjixuan29. 夜间来客A Night Visitor A True Story about a ”Celebrity”Being Interviewed30. 珍禽血雉China‘s Native Pheasant31. 常胜的歌手A Singer Who Always Wins32. 健忘的画眉The Forgetful Song Thrush33. 可爱的南京Nanjing the Beloved City34. 鲁迅先生记In Memory of Mr.Lu Xun35. 苗族龙船节The Miao Drangon-Boat Festival36. 秋天的怀念Fond Memories of You37. 献你一束花A Bouquet of Flowers for you38. 鸭巢围的夜A Night at Mallard-Nest Village39. 玫瑰色的月亮The Rosy Moon40. 内画壶百子图Snuff Bottles with Pictures Inside41. 维护团结的人A Man Upholding Unity42. 我有一个志愿I Have a Dream43. 运动员的情操Sportsmen‘s Values44. 神话世界九寨沟Jiuzhaigou,China‘s Fairyland45. 生命的三分之一One Third of Our Lifetime246. 我可能是天津人I Might Have Come from Tianjin47. 五台名刹画沧桑The famous Monastery Witnesses Vicissitudes48. 爱梦想的羞怯女孩A Shy Dreamer49. 永久的憧憬和追求My Lnging and yearning50. 老人和他的三个儿子The Old Man and his three sons51. 乐山龙舟会多姿多彩dragon-Boat Festival at Leshan52. 撷自那片芳洲的清供An Offering from his Sweet homeland53. 三峡多奇景 妙笔夺开工The Scenic Three Gorges Captured 54. 初中国旅游可到哪些地方Tips on Traveling to China the First Time第二部分 英译汉1. A Ball to Roll Around滚球2. A Boupquet for Miss Benson送给卞老师的一束花 3. A Boy and His Father Become Partners父子伙伴情4. A Gift of Dreams梦寐以求的礼物5. A Hard Day in the Kitchen厨房里的一场闹刷 6. A Nation of Hypochondriacs一个疑病症患者的国度7. Are Books an Endangered Species 书籍是即将灭绝的物种吗8. A Sailor‘s Christmas Gift一个海员的圣诞礼物9. A Tale of Two Smut Merchants两上淫秽照片商的故事10. A Visit with the Folks探访故亲 11. Canadian Eskimo Lithographs加拿大爱斯基摩人的石版画12. Divorce and Kids离婚与孩子13. Doug Heir杜格·埃厄14. Fame声誉15. Felicia‘s Journey费利西娅的旅行16. Genius Sacrificed for failure为育庸才损英才 17. Glories of the Storm辉煌壮丽的暴风雨18. Han Suyin‘s China韩素音笔下的中国19. Hate仇恨20. How Should One Read a Book 怎样读书21. In Praie of the Humble Comma小小逗号赞22. IntegrityFrom A Mother in Mannville正直23. In the Pursuit of a Haunting and Timeless Truth追寻一段永世难忘的史实24. Killer on Wings is Under Threat飞翔的杀手正受到威胁25. Life in a Violin Case琴匣子中的生趣26. Love Is Not like Merchandise爱情不是商品27. Luck好运气28. Mayhew生活的道路29. My Averae Uncle艾默大叔一个普普通通的人30. My Father‘s Music我父亲的音乐31. My Mother‘s Gift 母亲的礼物32. New Light Buld Offers Energy Efficiency新型灯泡提高能效33. Of Studies谈读书34. On Leadership论领导35. On Cottages in General农舍概述336. Over the Hill开小差37. Promise of Bluebirds蓝知更鸟的希望38. Stories on a Headboard床头板上故事多 39. Sunday星期天40. The Blanket一条毛毯 41. The Colour of the Sky天空的色彩42. The date Father Didn‘t Keep父亲失约 43. The Kiss吻44. The Letter家书45. The Little Boat That Sailed through Time悠悠岁月小船情46. The Living Seas富有生命的海洋47. The Roots of My Ambition我的自强之源48. The song of the River河之歌49. They Wanted Him EverywhereHerbert von Karajan1908-1989 哪儿都要他50. Three Great Puffy Rolls三个又大双暄的面包圈 51. Trust信任52. Why measure Life in Hearbeats 何必以心跳定生死53. Why the bones Break骨折缘何而起 54. Why Women Live Longer than Men为什么女人经男人活得长4丑石贾平凹我常常遗憾我家门前的那块丑石呢它黑黝黝地卧在那里,牛似的模样;谁也不知道是什么时候留在这里的.谁也不去理会它。只是麦收时节,门前摊了麦子,奶奶总是要说这块丑石,多碍地面哟,多时把它搬走吧。于是,伯父家盖房,想以它垒山墙,但苦于它极不规则,没棱角儿,也没平面儿;用赘破开吧,又懒得花那么大气力,因为河滩并不甚远.随便去掬一块回来,哪一块也比它强。房盖起来,压铺台阶,伯父也没有看上它。有一年,来了一个石匠,为我家洗一台石磨,奶奶又说用这块五石吧,省得从远处搬动。石匠看了看,摇着头,嫌它石质太细,也不采用。它不像汉白玉那样的细腻,可以凿下刻字雕花,也不像大青石那样的光滑,可以供来院纱捶布;它静静地卧在那里,院边的槐荫没有庇孤它,花儿也不再在它身边生长。荒草便繁衍出来,枝蔓上下,慢慢地,竟锈上了绿苔、黑斑。我们这些做孩子的,也讨庆起它来,曾合伙要搬走它,但力气又不足;虽时时咒骂它,嫌弃它,也无可奈何,只好任它留在那里去了。稍稍能安慰我们的,是在那石上有一个不大不小的坑凹儿,雨天就盛满了水。常常雨过三天了.地上已经于燥,那石凹里水儿还有,鸡儿便去那里渴饮。每每到了十五的夜晚,我们盼着满月出来,就爬到其上,翘望天边;奶奶总是要骂的,害怕我们摔下来。果然那一次就摔了下来,磕破了我的膝盖呢。人都骂它是丑石,它真是丑得不能再丑的丑石了。终有一日,村子里来了一个天文学家。他在我家门前路过,突然发现了这块石头,眼光立即就拉直了。他再没有走去,就住了下来;以后又来了好些人,说这是一块陨石,从天上落下来己经有二三百年了,是一件了不起的东西。不久便来了车,小心翼翼地将它运走了。An Ugly StoneJia PingwaI used to feel sorry for that ugly black piece of stone lying like an ox in front of our door; none knew when it was left there and none paid any attention to it, except at the time when wheat was harvested and my grandma, seeing the grains of wheat spread all over the ground in the front yard of the house, would grumble “This ugly stone takes so much space. Move it away someday. “Thus my uncle had wanted to use it for the gable when he was building a house, but he was troubled to find it of very irregular shape, with no edges nor corners, nor a flat plane on it. And he wouldn t bother to break it in half with a chisel because the river bank was nearby, where he could have easily fetched a much better stone instead. Even when my uncle was busy with the flight of steps leading to the new house he didn t take a fancy to the ugly stone. One year when a mason came by, we asked him to snake us a stone mill with it. As my grandma put it “Why net take this one, so you worst have to fetch one from afar.“ But the arson took a look and shook his head; he wouldn t take it for it was of too fine a quality.It was not like a fine piece of white marble on which words or flowers could be carved, nor like a smooth big bluish stone people used to wash their clothes on. The stone just lay there in silence, enjoying no shading front the pagoda trees by the yard, nor flowers growing around it. As a result weeds multiplied and stretched ail over it, their stems and tendrils gradually covered with dark green spots of moss. We children began to dislike the stone too, and would have taken it away if we had been strong enough; all we could do for the present was to leave it alone, despite our disgust or even curses.The only thing that had interested us in the ugly stone was a little pit on top of it, which was filled with water on rainy days. Three days after a rainfall, usually, when the ground had become dry, there was still water in the pit, where chickens went to drink. And every month when it came to the evening of the 15th of lunar calendar, we would climb onto the stone, looking up at the sky, hoping to see the full moon come out from far away. And Granny would give us a scolding, afraid lest we should fall down--and sure enough, I fell down once to have my knee broken. So everybody condemned the stone an ugly stone, as ugly as it could be.Then one day an astronomer came to the village. He looked the stone square in the eye the moment he came across it. He didn t take his leave but decided to stay in our village. Quite a number of people came afterwards, saying the stone was a piece of 5这使我们都很惊奇这又怪又丑的石头,原来是天上的呢它补过天,在天上发过热,闪过光,我们的先祖或许仰望过它,它给了他们光明、向往、憧憬而它落下来了,在污土里,荒草里,一躺就是几百年了奶奶说 “真看不出它那么不一般,却怎么连墙也垒不成,台阶也垒不成呢”“它是太丑了。”天文学家说。“真的,是太丑了。”“可这正是它的美”天文学家说,“它是以丑为美的。”“以丑为美”“是的,丑到极处,便是美到极处。正因为它不是一般的顽石,当然不能去做墙,做台阶,不能去雕刻,捶布。它不是做这些小玩意儿的,所以常常就遭到一般世俗的讥讽。”奶奶脸红了,孔也脸红了。我感到自己的可耻,也感到了丑石的伟大;我甚至怨恨它这么多年竟会默默地忍受着这一切,而找又立即深深地感到它那种不属于误解、寂寞的生存的伟大。aerolite which had fallen down from the sky two or three hundred years ago-what a wonder indeed Pretty soon a truck carne, and carried it away carefully.It gave us a great surprise We had never expected that such a strange and ugly stone should have come from the sky So it had once mended the sky, given out its heat and light there, and our ancestors should have looked up at it. It hard given them light, brought there hopes and expectations, and then it had fallen down to the earth, in the mud and among the weeds, lying there for hundreds of yearsMy grandma said “I never expected it should be so great But why can t people build a wall or pave steps with it““It s too ugly, the astronomer said.“Sure, it s really so ugly.”“But that s just where its beauty lies “ the astronomer said, “its beauty comes from its ugliness. ““Beauty from ugliness““Yes. When something becomes the ugliest, it turns out the most beautiful indeed.The stone is not an ordinary piece of insensate stone, it shouldn t be used to build a wall or pave the steps, to carve words or flowers or to wash clothes on. It s not the material for those petty common things, and no wonder it s ridiculed often by people with petty common views.My grandma became blushed, and so did l.I feel shame while I feel the greatness of the ugly stone; I have even complained about it having pocketed silently all it had experienced for so many years, but again I am struck by the greatness that lies in its lonely unyielding existence of being misunderstood by people.匆匆朱自清燕子去了,有再来的时候;杨柳枯了,有再青的时候;桃花谢了,有再开的时候。但是,聪明的,你告诉我,我们的日子为什么一去不复返呢是有人偷了他们罢那是谁又藏在何处呢是他们自己逃走了罢;现在又到了哪里呢我不知道他们咨给了我多少日子;RushZhu ZiqingSwallows may have gone, but there is a time of return; willow trees may have died back, but there is a time of regreening; peach blossoms may have fallen, but they will bloom again. Now, 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 ire hide them If they had made the escape themselves, then where could they stay at the momentI do not know how many days I have been given to spend, but I 6但我的手确乎是渐渐空虚了。在默默里算着,八千多日子已经从我手中溜去;像针尖上一滴水滴在大海里,我的日子滴在时间的流里,没有声音,也没有影子。我不禁头渗鸿而泪潜潜了。去的尽管去了,来的尽管来着,去来的中间,又怎样地匆匆呢早上我起来的时候,小屋里射进两三方斜斜的太阳。太阳他有脚啊,轻轻悄悄地挪移了;我也茫茫然跟着旋转。于是洗手的时候,日子从水盆里过去;吃饭的时候,日子从饭碗里过去;默默时,便从凝然的双跟前过去。我觉察他去的匆匆了,伸出手遮挽时,他又从遮挽着的手边过去,天黑时,我躺在床上,他便伶伶俐俐地从我身上跨过,从我脚边飞去了。等我睁开眼和太阳再见,这算又溜走了一日。我掩着面叹息。但是新来的日子的影儿又开始在叹息里闪过了。在逃去如飞的日子里,在千门万户的世界里的我能做些什么呢只有徘徊罢了,只有匆匆罢了;公在八千多日的匆匆里,除徘徊外,又剩些什么呢过去的口子如轻烟被微风吹散了,如薄雾,被初阳蒸融了我留着些什么痕迹呢我何曾留着像游丝样的痕迹呢我赤裸裸来到这世界,转眼间也将赤裸裸的回去罢但不能平的,为什么偏要白白走这一遭啊你聪明的,告诉我,我们的日子为什么一去不复返呢1922.3.28do feel my hands are getting empty. Taking stock silently, I find that more than eight thousand days have already slid away from me .Like a drop of water from the point of a needle disappearing into the ocean, my days are dripping into the stream of time, soundless, traceless. Already sweat is starting on my forehead, and tears welling up in my eyes.Those that have gone have gone for good, those to come keep coming; yet in between, how swift is the shift, in such a rush When I get up in the morning, the slanting sun marks its presence in my small mom in two or three oblongs. The sun has feet, look, he is treading on, lightly and furtively; and I am caught, blankly, in his revolution. Thus,--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 I reflect in silence. I can feel his haste now, so I reach out my hands to hold him back, but be keeps flowing past my withholding hands. In the evening, as I lie in bed, he strides over my body, glides past my feet, in his agile way. The moment I open my eyes and meet the sun again, one whole day has gone. I bury my face in my hands and heave a sigh. But the new day begins to flash past in the sigh. What can I do, in this bustling world, with my days flying in their escape Nothing but to hesitate, to rush. What have I been doing in that eight-thousand-day rush, apart from hesitating Those bygone days have been dispersed as smoke by a fight wind, or evaporated as mist by the left behind any gossamer morning sun. What traces have I left behind me Have I eve left behind any gossamer traces at all I have come to this world, stark nakedness; am I to go hack, in a blink, in the same stark nakedness It is not fair though why should 1 have made such a trip for nothing You the wise, tell me, why should our days leave us, never to returnMarch 28, 1922冬夜艾芜冬天一个冰寒的晚上。在寂宽的马路旁边,疏枝交横的树下,候着最后一辆搭客汽车的,只我一人。虽然不远的墙边,也蹲有一团黑影,但他却是伸手讨钱的。马路两旁,远远近近都立着灯窗明灿的别墅,向暗蓝的天空静静地微笑着。在马路仁是冷冰冰的,还刮着一Winter NightAi WuIt was a cold winter night. The street was deserted. I stood alone under a tree with an entanglement of bare branches overhead, waiting for the last bus to arrive. A few paces off in the darkness there was a shadowy figure squatting against the wall, but tie turned out to be a tramp. The street was lined with fine houses, their illuminated windows beaming quietly towards the dark blue sky. It was icy cold with a gust of strong wired howling 7阵阵猛厉的风。留在枝头的一两片枯叶,也不时发出破碎的哭声。那蹲着的黑影,接了我的一枚铜板,就高兴地站起来向我搭话,一面抱怨着天气“真冷呀,再没有比这里更冷了先生,你说是不是”看见他并不是个讨厌的老头子,便也高兴地说道“乡下怕更要冷些吧”“不,不。 ”他接着咳嗽起来,要吐出的话,塞在喉管里了。我说“为什么你看见一下霜,乡下的房屋和田野,便在早上白了起来,街上却一点也看不见。 ”他捶了几下胸口之后,兴奋地接着说道“是的,是的乡下冷,你往人家门前的稻草堆上一钻就暖了哪这街上,哼,鬼地方还有那些山里呵,比乡下更冷哩,咳,那才好哪火烧一大堆,大大小小一家人,闹热呀”接着他便说到壮年之日,在南方那些山中冬夜走路的事情。一个人的漂泊生活,我是喜欢打听的,同时车又没有驰来.便怂思他说了下去。他说晚上在那些山里,只要你是一个正派的人,就可以朝灯火人家一直走去,迎着犬声,敞开树阴下的柴门,大胆地闯进。对着火堆周围的人们,不管他男的女的,用两手向他们两肩头一分,就把你带着风寒露湿的身子,轻轻地放了进去。烧山芋和热茶的香味,便一下子扑人你的鼻子。抬头看,四周闪着微笑的眼睛,欢迎着,毫没有怪你唐突的神情。你刚开口说由哪儿来的时候,一杯很热的浓茶,就递在你的下巴边上。老太婆盼咐她的孙女,快把火拨大些,多添点子柴,说是客人要烘吸他的身子;你暖和了,还不觉得疲倦的话,你可以摸摸小孩子的下巴,拧拧他们的脸蛋,做一点奇怪的样子,给他们嬉笑。年轻的妈妈,一高兴了,便会怂恿他的孩子把拿着要吃的烧山芋,分开一半,放在你这位客人的手上。如果你要在他们家过夜,他们的招待,就更来得殷勤些。倘若歇一会,暖around. A couple of withered leaves, still clinging to the branches, rustled mournfully from time to tithe. The shadowy figure, taking a copper coin from me with thanks, straightened up to attempt a conversation with me.“It s really cold here,“ he complained. “It couldn t be colder anywhere else ....What do you think, sir“Seeing that he was not too nasty an old man, I readily responded “It must he colder in the country, I m afraid.”“No, no,“ he disagreed and began to cough, his words stuck up in his throat.“Why“ I asked. “In the country when it frosts, you always find the roofs and the fields turning white in the morning, but you don t see that here on the streets.”He patted his chest to ease off his coughing and went on excitedly “True, true... it s cold in the country, but when you get into somebody s straw stack, you are warm again at once.... But this street, humm, what a terrible place In the mountains, it s even colder, but when they have a fire in the house with the whole family sitting around it, wow, it s heaven“Then he began to relate to me the adventures of his younger days-travelling alone in winter nights through the mountains in the south. As I was interested in stories about wanderers and since the bus had not arrived yet, I encouraged him to go on.“When you end up in the mountains at night,“ he said, “and if you are a decent person, you can always turn to the place where there is a light flickering and a dog harking. You push open the bramble gate under the shade and walk in without hesitation. Part the people, men or women, around the fire with your hands and you bring yourself -- a cold and wet man with dew-among them. Immediately your nose is filled with the aroma of hot tea and roast sweet potatoes. When you look round you see friendly faces smiling at you; there is no hint of anything like bl
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