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1、第一部分 汉译英1. 丑石(An Ugly Stone)2. 匆匆(Rush)3. 冬夜(Winter Night)4. 互助(Helping Each Other)5. 黄昏(Dusk)6. 盼头(Something to Lookl Forward to)7. 媲美(Beauty)8. 枪口(The Muzzles)9. 鸲鹆(The Story of a Myna)10. 铜镜(The Bronze Mirror)11. 学校(The College)12. 野草(Wild Grass)13. 种梨(Planting a Pear Tree)14. 哀互生(Mourning for Hu
2、sheng)15. 落花生(The Peanut)16. 盲演员(A Blind Actor)17. “孺子马” (An”Obedient Horse”)18. 小麻雀(A Little Sparrow)19. 雄辩症(A Case of Eloquence)20. 大钱饺子(A Good-luck Dumpling)21. 荷塘月色(Moonlight over the Lotus Pond)22. 黄龙奇观(A View of Huangllong)123. 枯叶蝴蝶(Lappet Butterfies)24. 泡菜坛子(A pickle Pot)25. 田水哗啦(The Irrigati
3、on Water Came Gurgling)26. 我若为王(If I Be King)27. 西式幽默(Western Humour)28. 项脊轩志(Xiangjixuan)29. 夜 间 来 客 (A Night VisitorA True Story about a ”Celebrity”Being Interviewed)30. 珍禽血雉(Chinas Native Pheasant)31. 常胜的歌手(A Singer Who Always Wins)32. 健忘的画眉(The Forgetful Song Thrush)33. 可爱的南京(Nanjing the Beloved
4、 City)34. 鲁迅先生记(In Memory of Mr.Lu Xun)35. 苗族龙船节(The Miao Drangon-Boat Festival)36. 秋天的怀念(Fond Memories of You)37. 献你一束花(A Bouquet of Flowers for you)38. 鸭巢围的夜(A Night at Mallard-Nest Village)39. 玫瑰色的月亮(The Rosy Moon)40. 内画壶百子图(Snuff Bottles with Pictures Inside)41. 维护团结的人(A Man Upholding Unity)42.
5、我有一个志愿(I Have a Dream)43. 运动员的情操(Sportsmens Values)44. 神话世界九寨沟(Jiuzhaigou,Chinas Fairyland)245. 生命的三分之一(One Third of Our Lifetime)46. 我可能是天津人(I Might Have Come from Tianjin)47. 五台名刹画沧桑(The famous Monastery Witnesses Vicissitudes)48. 爱梦想的羞怯女孩(A Shy Dreamer)49. 永久的憧憬和追求(My Lnging and yearning)50. 老人和他
6、的三个儿子(The Old Man and his three sons)51. 乐山龙舟会多姿多彩(dragon-Boat Festival at Leshan)52. 撷自那片芳洲的清供(An Offering from his Sweet homeland)53. 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 B
7、enson(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 Sailors 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)
8、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)312. Divorce and Kids(离婚与孩子)13. Doug Heir(杜格 埃厄)14. Fame(声誉)15. Felicias 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 Suyins China(韩素音笔下的中国)19. Hate(仇恨)20. How Should O
9、ne 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
10、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 Fathers Music(我父亲的音乐)31. My Mothers 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)435. On Cottages in General(农舍概述)36. Over the Hill(开小差)37. Promise of Bluebirds(蓝知更鸟的希望)38. Storie
11、s 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 Didnt 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 R
12、iver(河之歌)49. They Wanted Him EverywhereHerbert von Karajan(1908- 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)567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
13、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An Ugly StoneJia PingwaI used to feel sorry for that ugly black piece of stone lying like
14、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 i
15、t 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 wouldnt bother to break it in half with a chisel because the river bank was nearby, where h
16、e 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 didnttake a fancy to the ugly stone. One year when a8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
17、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，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 yo
18、u worst have to fetch one from afar. But the arson took a look and shook his head; he wouldnt 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
19、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 wo
20、uld 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 wasfilled with water on rainy days. Three days after9我们盼着满月出来，就爬
21、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。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、a rainfall, usually, when the
22、 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 scol
23、ding, 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 didnt take hi
24、s leave but decided to stay in our village. Quite a number of people came afterwards, saying the stone was a piece of 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!
25、 We had neverexpected that such a strange and ugly stone10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
26、的伟大；我甚至怨恨它这么多年竟会默默地忍受着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 we
27、eds, lying there for hundreds of years!My grandma said: I never expected it should be so great! But why cant people build a wall or pave steps with it?Its too ugly, the astronomer said.Sure, its really so ugly.”But thats just where its beauty lies! the astronomer said, its beauty comes from its ugli
28、ness. 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 shouldnt be used to build a wall or pave the steps, to carve words or flowers or to washclothes on. Its not the material for those pett
29、y11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。common things, and no wonder its 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 f
30、or so many years, but again I am struck by the greatness that lies in its lonely unyieldingexistence 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?RushZhu ZiqingSwallows may have gone, but there is
31、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 hidethem?
32、If they had made the escape themselves,12我不知道他们咨给了我多 少日子；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，
33、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then where could they stay at the moment?I do not know how many days I have been given to spend, but I do 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 wate
34、r 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
35、 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 h
36、ands, wears off in the bowl when I eat my meal, and passes away before my daydreaming gaze as I reflect insilence. I can feel his haste now, so I reach out13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
37、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?1922.3.28my 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 o
38、pen 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
39、-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 nakedne
40、ss; 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 days14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
41、冰的，还 刮着一阵阵猛厉的风。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leave us, never to return?March 28, 1922Winter NightAi WuIt was a cold winter night. The street was deserted. I stood alone under a tree with an entanglement of bare branches
42、 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 g
43、ust of strong wired howling 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.Its really cold here, he complained. couldnt be cold
44、er anywhere else .What dothink, sir?It you15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
45、人的漂泊生活，我是喜欢打听的， 同时车又没有驰Seeing that he was not too nasty an old man, I readily responded: It must he colder in the country, Im 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 dont see that here on the streets.”He patted his chest to