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1、高一英语作文及中文翻译Norwegian Wood高一英语作文及中文翻译Norwegian Woodi was thirty-seven then, strapped in my seat as the huge 747 plunged through dense cloud cover on approach to the hamburg airport, cold november rains drenched the earth and lent everything the gloomy air of a flemish landscape： the ground crew ran g
2、ear, a flag atop a squat airport building, a bmw billboard, so germany again.37岁的我端坐在波音747客机上，浩大的机体穿过厚重的 夹雨云层，俯身向汉堡机场降落。11月硬人肌肤的冷雨将大地 涂得一片阴沉，使得身披雨衣的地勤工、呆然垂向地面的候机楼 上的旗，以及bmw广告板等的一切的一切，看上去竟同佛兰德派 抑郁画幅的背景一般。罢了罢了，又是德国，我想。once the plane was on the ground soft music began to flow from the ceiling speakers：
3、 a sweet orchestral cover version of the beatles1 norwegian wood, the melody never failed to send a shudder through me, but this time it hit me harder than ever.飞机刚一着陆，天花板扩音器中低声传出轻柔的背景音乐, 那是一个管弦乐队演奏的甲壳虫乐队的挪威的森林。那旋律 一如往日地使我难以自已。这一次，比往日还要剧烈地摇撼着我 的身心。i bent forward in my seat, face in hands to keep my
4、skull from splitting open, before long one of the german stewardesses approached and asked in english if i was sick, no, i said, just dizzy为了不使头脑胀裂，我弯下腰，双手捂脸。很快，一位德国 空中小姐走来，用英语问我是不是不大舒适。我答说：不要紧, 只是有点晕。are you sure?yes, im sure, thanks.真的不要紧？不要紧的，感谢。我说。she smiled and left, and the music changed to a
5、billy joel tune, i straightened up and looked out the plane window at the dark clouds hanging over the north sea, thinking of what i had lost in the course of my life： times gone forever, friends who had died or disappeared, feelings i would never know again.她于是莞尔一笑，转身走开。音乐变成彼利乔的曲子。我 直起了腰，望着北海上空阴沉沉的
6、云层，浮想联翩。我想起自己 在过去人生旅途中失去的很多东西一一蹉院的岁月，死去或离去 的人们无可追回的后悔。the plane reached the gate, people began unlatching their seatbelts and pulling baggage from the storage bins, and all the while i was in the meadow, i could smell the grass, feel the wind on my face, hear the cries of the birds, autumn 1969,and
7、soon i would be twenty.机身停稳后，旅客解开平安带，从行李架中取出皮包和上衣 等物。而我，仿佛依旧置身于那片草地之中，呼吸着草的芳香, 感受着风的轻柔，谛听着鸟的鸣嘴。那还是1969年的秋天，我 快满20岁的时候。true, given time enough, i can bring back her face, i start joining image-her tiny, cold hand； her straight, black hair so smooth and cool to the touch； a soft, rounded earlobe and t
8、he microscopic mole just beneath it； the camels hair coat she wore in the winter； her habit of looking straight into your eyes when asking a question； the slight trembling that would come to her voice now and then (as if she were speaking on a windy hilltop) -and suddenly her face is there, always i
9、n profile at first, because naoko and i were always out waking together, side by side, then she turns to me, and smiles, and tilts her head just a bit, and begins to speak, and she looks into my eyes as if trying to catch the image of a minnow that has darted across the pool of a mlimpid spring.当然，只
10、要有时间，我会忆起她的面容。我追忆着：那冷冰 冰的小手，那流线型泻下的手感爽适的秀发，那圆圆的软软的耳 垂及其紧靠底端的小小黑痔，那冬日里时常穿的格调高雅的驼绒 外套，那总是定定凝视对方眼睛发问的惯常动作，那不时奇异发 出的微微颤抖的语声（就像在强风中的山岗上说话一样）一随着 这些印象的叠涌，她的面庞突然自然地出现出来。最先消失是她 的侧脸，也许由于我总是同她并肩走路的原因，最先想起来的每 每是她的侧影。随之，她朝我转过脸，甜甜地一笑，微微地低头， 轻轻地启齿，定定地看着我的双眼，仿佛在一混清亮的泉水里寻 找稍纵即逝的小鱼的行踪。i do need that time, though for
11、naokof s face to appear, and as the years have passed, the time has grown longer, the sad truth is that what i could recall in five seconds all too soon needed ten, then thirty, then a full minute like shadows lengthening at dusk, someday, i suppose, the shadows will be swallowed up in darkness, the
12、re is no way around it： my memory is growing ever more distant from the spot where naoko used to stand-ever more distant from the spot where my old self used to stand, and nothing but scenery, that view of the meadow in October, returns again and again to me like a symbolic scene in a movie, each ti
13、me it appears, it delivers a kick to some part of my mind, wale up, it says, i m still here! wake up and think about it. think about why i 1 m still here, the kicking never hurt me. there1 s no pain at all. just a hollow sound that echoes with each kick, and even that is bound to fade one day. at th
14、e hamburg airport, though, the kicks were longer and harder than usual which is why i am writing this book： to think, to understand! it just happens to be the way i rm made, i have to write things down to feel i fully comprehend them.但是，让直子的面影在我脑海中出现出来，我总是需要一点 时间。而且，随着岁月的消逝，所需的时间愈来愈长。这当然令 人悲伤，但事实就是如
15、此。起初5秒即可想起，渐次变成10秒、 30秒、1分钟。它延长得那样快速，竟同夕阳下的阴影一般，并 将很快消融在冥冥夜色之中。哦，原来我的记忆正在同直子原来 站立的位置步步远离，甚至渐渐远离自己一度站过的位置。而只 有风景，只有那片10月草地的风景，犹如电影中的象征性镜头， 在我的脑际反复推出。并且那风景执着地连连踢我的脑袋，说着: 起来，我可还在这里哟！起来，起来想想，思索一下我为什么还 在这里。不过这种踢法一点也不痛，一脚踢来，只是发出空洞的 声响。甚至这声响或迟或早也将杳然远逝。但是在这汉堡机场, 它们踢得比平常更长期、更有力：起来，理解我！惟其如此，我 才动笔写这篇文字。我必需形诸文字，才能弄得水落石出。