美文赏析

2023年12月2日发(作者：崔萍)

1.飘逸人生

行路难，但人生之路谁都要走。有的人在赶路，心急切切，步急匆匆；Reference：

Life: Take It Easy

眼中只有目标却忽略了风景；可路迢迢不知哪儿是终点。有的人如游客，不急不慌，走走停停，看花开花落，看云卷云舒，有时也在风中走，雨中行，心却像张开的网，放过焦躁苦恼。

人生之路谁不走？只是走路别忽略了一路的良辰美景。

一个人工作的地方是小的，居住的家是小的，社交的圈子是小的，有的人就越来越不满这缺乏变化的单调。有的人却总是怡然自得，随遇而安。世界浩渺，一个人只能居于一隅。比海洋大的是天空，比天空大的是心灵，因为这小小的心灵内住着一只时起时落的想象鸟。

大碗喝茶解渴，却说不上茶是怎样的好。

一心想得到的东西终于得到了，失去了却很多很多，而失去的原来比得到的可能还要好。

物化了的生命硬如岩石，而那些看似无价值的却永葆着神韵和空灵。

人生旅途上，有的人背负着名利急急奔走，有人回归自然，飘逸而行。

－－摘录

To go on a journey is often full of hardships, but so long as one

lives

he proceeds on his life's journey. Different people go along

differently.

Some take hasty steps in anxiety. Obsd with reaching the next

goal in

time, they spare no time for sighteing along the way, nor do they

have a

clear view of where their long roads end. Others travel leisurely like

tourists. They would take time off now and then for a look at

blooming

flowers or fallen petals. They would stop to admire clouds gathering

and

dispersing. Even when they go against the wind or are caught in the

rain,

they never get annoyed, for worries slip off their minds as from an

open net.

1 Everyone goes his way in life. What makes a difference is: does

he have a

pleasant trip enjoying the landscape along the way?

Cramped is one's workplace, narrow is one's residence and small

is the

social circle one moves about---such limitiedness in space entails lack

of

variety which is the source of some people's complaint. But others are

always

contended and happy for he can adapt himlf to different

circumstances.

Compared with the vastness of the univer it is only a tiny spot

one

occupies on earth. However, though larger than the ocean is the sky,

even

larger is the human mind, for in it imagination can come and go on

the wing

without limitation.

To drink at a gulp is a quick way to quench thirst, but it gives no

taste

of the high grade tea. One may eventually win what he has t his

mind to,

only to find that he has lost quite a lot. Perhaps what he los is ever

better than what he gains.

Life, when petrified by material desires, is as callous as stone,

while

tho emingly worthless things always remain fresh and full of

spirit.

In their journey through life, some people hurry on with a heavy

heart in

pursuit of fame and gain, while others go with an easy, grace,

enjoying

themlves in harmony with nature.

2 2.“家”是一只瓷碗

现代的“家”并不缺乏爱情，而是缺乏包容和珍惜。

妻子洗碗时失手打碎了一只碗，丈夫说一句：“怎么搞的，一只碗都拿不牢。”妻子不服气，顶一句：“一只碗值几毛钱，也值得你心疼半天，怎么不心疼我割破了手？”丈夫一听来气了：“你这人怎么这样无理，做错了事说你一句都不成。”妻子便一蹦老高：“我又不是你家的保姆，凭什么要让你说，你也有手有脚，你怎么不洗碗？”丈夫一拍桌子：“你这人简直不可理喻，胡搅蛮缠。”女的一叉腰：“我就这么蛮，你怎么着？当初怎么不把眼睛睁大点！怎么啦，后悔啦，又想起先前的小情人了吧……”话音未落，男的一杨手，“呼”的一巴掌甩过去。女的捂着脸：“你这个畜生，你竟敢打我，老娘不跟你过了。我要离婚！”“离就离，吓唬谁呢？”

第二天，真离了。就这么简单。一个家庭的毁灭，就如一只瓷碗，只是不经意地一摔，便碎了。

许多家庭的毁灭，往往就是缘于这种貌似潇洒貌似现代的轻率和冲动。家是一只瓷碗，拥有这只瓷碗的人便有了生存的“凭据”。这碗里虽然只是粗茶淡饭，但也足以营养人之一生，因而这是瓷碗就值得人们好生爱惜。瓷碗易碎，毁之极易，成之艰难，即使我们有回天之术，可以将破碎的瓷碗重新粘合，但那一定是

一件呕心沥血、异常简单的苦差事。并且粘合之后，那曾经破碎的痕迹也许就是永远也不能消弭的疤痕。

解释：删减、增补的根源----中英文思维方式的差别：

英语的简单，汉语的复杂（发音、语法等，举例：喝酒了，酒喝了；搭便车），汉语的抽象，英语的逻辑性。（举例：面试大熊猫；小桥流水人家；歌曲的代表性，I love you becau you are

so beautiful like a lily in the spring garden. / 你问我爱你有多深，我爱你有几分。你去看一看，你去想一想，月亮代表我的心。）

3 Reference：

Wedlock: as Vulnerable as a Porcelain Bowl

What a prent-day married couple lacks is not love at wedding

period, but mutual tolerance and admiration in the years to come.

An accident occurs this way. While the wife is washing bowls

and dishes, one porcelain bowl slips from her hand and breaks.

“What’s wrong with you? Is a bowl so hard to hold?” remarks the

husband.

“What worth is it to merit your regret?” retorts the wife who feels

wronged. “My finger cut by the broken piece is no concern of yours!”

“Brook not a word of blame for your own mistake,” says the

irritated husband, “how unreasonable you are!”

“A word of blame! Am I your houmaid? By what are you

justified to blame me? Why not you, same as me with two hands,

wash bowls and dishes?” the wife has been goaded into an angry

reply.

“You simply irrational!” shouts the husband, thumping the table

indignantly. “You are so savage and absurd!”

“I am born savage and absurd! What can you do about it?” says

the woman defiantly, with arms akimbo. “Do you think you didn’t get

married with your eyes open wider? And now regret for it? Think of

your old sweetie again…”

Before she can finish it, a slap had landed on her face.

“You beast! Strike me like that!” The woman covers her cheek

and threatens. “No getting along with you. Divorce!”

“As you like. Divorce is no threat to me.”

The next day they got divorced, and the home went to pieces, just

like a porcelain bowl --- an accidental slip would break it.

How many couples’ wedlock is thus brought to an abrupt end! It

often results from such indiscretion and impulsiveness that are

regarded by today’s young people as modern and stylish. Home is no

more than a porcelain bowl, which gives its owners something to fall

back on. Simple food the though the bowl contains, it is adequate to

nourish one throughout one’s life. This porcelain bowl, therefore,

needs cherishing. It is so vulnerable that once broken it can hardly be

pieced together by painstaking efforts, the glued cracks will still be

there as an everlasting reminder of the unpleasant past.

4 匆匆

Swallows 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 ,you the

wi,tell me,why should our days leave us,never to return?If they had

been stolen by someone,who could it be?Where could he hide them?If

they had made the escape themlves,then where could they stay at

the moment?

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：现在又到了哪里呢？

I don't know how many days I have been given to spend,but I do

feel my hands are getting stock silently,I find that more

than eight thousand days have already slid away from a drop

of water from the point of a needle disappearing into the ocean,my

days are dripping into the stream of time,soundless,y

sweat is starting on my forehead,and tears welling up in my eyes.

我不知道他们给了我多少日子；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；象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。我不禁头涔涔而泪潸潸了。

Tho that have gone have gone for good,tho 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 prence in my small

room in two or three sun has feet,look,he is treading

on,lightly and furtively;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 pass away

before my day-dreaming gaze as reflect in silence.I 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 gone.I bury my

face in my hands and heave a the new day begins to flash

past in the sigh.

去的尽管去了，来的尽管来着，去来的中间，又怎样的匆匆呢？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，便从凝然的双眼前过去。5 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，4.艺术的离度与裙子的长度

我躺在床上，他便伶伶俐俐地从我身边垮过，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。

What 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

eight-thousand-day rush,apart from hesitating?Tho bygone days

have been disperd 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 come to the world,stark

naked;am I to go back,in a blink,in the same stark nakedness?It is not

fair though:why should I have made such a trip for nothing!

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；在八千多日的匆匆里，除徘徊外，又剩些什么呢？过去的日子如轻烟却被微风吹散了，如薄雾，被初阳蒸融了；我留着些什么痕迹呢？我何曾留着象游丝样的痕迹呢？我赤裸裸来到这世界，转眼间也将赤裸裸地回去罢？但不能平的，为什么偏要白白走这一遭啊？

You the wi,tell me,why should our days leave us,never to

return?

你聪明的，告诉我，我们的日子为什么一去不复返呢？

艺术与裙子本来是风马牛不相及的两码事，但有时两者的距离又是如此之近，以至于简单到以裙子的长度来量化艺术的程度。不是吗？我们不妨先来看看时装，时装无疑是一门艺术，裙子的长度原则在这门艺术中得到最为原始的诠释。春夏时装成为薄透露的天下自不待言，模特在合上穿着透得不能再透薄得不能再薄的时装，台上台下俨然正上演一台《皇帝的新衣》，谁也不敢吱声，否则就是浅薄。不知何时起冬装也不例外，料子是冬装，但是款式甚至比夏装还露，不该遮的全遮了，该遮的却一点也没有照顾到。至于说什么内衣时装、泳衣时装，那更成了某些一本正经的男人以艺术之名行淫邪之实的幌子，说到底那少得可怜的布并没有吸引住男人们的眼光。

6 Level of Art and Length of Dress

Though entirely different from each other，art and dress

sometimes are so do to each other that the artistic level was even

quantified with the length of dress. Let’s firstly take a look at the

clothes fashion, which is undoubtedly an art in which the principle of

the dress length is interpreted in the most primary form. It goes

without saying that the spring and summer fashions are all diaphanous

with some parts of the body expod completely. While the models

stand on the stage in the lightest and most transparent dress，it is as

if the audience and the models were performing The Emperor's New

clothes. Nobody dears to utter a word for fear of being mocked as

shallow. Winter dress have also found their way into such style.

With materials apparently belonging to winter, the winter dress are

designed with even more parts of the body expod. What is

unnecessary to screen is cloaked while what is to be hidden left bare.

As for what is to be hidden underwear fashion and swimming wear

fashion, they are more ud by tho pretentiously rious men to

undertake the obscenity in the name of art. To be frank, it isn't the

terribly scanty cloth that pos an attraction to the eyes of the men.

重点与难点：

艺术的高度与裙子的长度：the level of art and the length of

skirts

风马牛不相及be totally different, have nothing to do with each

other, be entirely irrelevant;这是风马牛不相及的两码事。 There are

two totally different matters.

量化：quantify这次水灾的损失是无可量化的。The cost of this

flood damage is impossible to quantify.

自不待言：It goes without saying that…；It's lf-evident

that．；It's axiomatic that．．．；人们都想过一种好日子，这自不待言。It goes without saying that people want to lead a白rod life.

5.台上台下：这里应该理解为audience and the models

6.浅薄：shallow浅薄的谈话a shallow talk

7.遮：cover, hide, screen ，cloak；太阳被云彩遮住了。The sun

is hidden in the cloud.

8.淫邪:obscenity, lewdness; 淫秽的语言language of

obscenity

翻译方法与技巧：

我们不妨先来看看时装，时装无疑是一门艺术，裙子的长度原则在这7 门艺术中得到最为原始的诠释：该句根据英文的表达习惯，用合译法翻译成英语长句。该译文用两个定语从句作出翻译：首先，以“时装”作为第一句的先行词；第一个定语从句又包含了第二个定语从句，以“一门艺术”为其先行词。

2.薄透露的天下：此处不可直译为thin, transparent and

revealing ,否则，既有损原文语言特色，又无法体现翻译的艺术性。此处的“薄透露”宜译为diaphanous。

3.谁也不敢吱声：Nobody dears to utter。word; Everybody

keeps his mouth shut用转移否定的方式：由修饰谓语动词的否定状语not改为主语用否定词。

4.不该遮的全遮了，该遮的却一点也没有照顾到：这里不能把“一点也没照顾到”直译为is not considered at all.如果这样，就曲解了原文的意思，成为死译。

5.说到底那少得可怜的布并没有吸引住男人们的眼光：根据上下文，该句实际在说：并不是那些少得可怜的布吸引男人的目光，所以译为To be

frank, it isn't the terribly scanty cloth that. pos an attraction to

the eyes of the men说到底：in the last analysis, in reality, in fact,

to be frank

5.丑石

作者： 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；用錾破开吧，又懒得花那么大气力，因为河滩并不甚远，随便去掮一块回来，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，为我家洗一台石蘑，奶奶又说：用这块丑石吧，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，可以供来浣纱捶布；它静静地卧在那里，院边的槐荫没有庇覆它，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，也讨厌起它来，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，地上已经干燥，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，从天上落下来已经有二三百年了，是一件了8

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， I ud 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

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。它不是做这些顽意儿的，所以常常就遭到一般世俗的讥讽。”

奶奶脸红了，我也脸红了。

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？而我又立即深深地感到它那种不屈于误解、寂寞的生存的伟大。

An Ugly Stone

attention to it,except at the time when wheat was harvested and my

grandma,eing the grains of wheat spread all over the ground in the

front yard of the hou,would grumble:"This ugly stone takes so much

it away someday."

Thus my uncle had wanted to u it for the gable when he was

building a hou,but he was troubled to find it of very irregular shape,with

no edges nor comers,nor a flat plane on he wouldn't bother to

break it in half with a chil becau the river bank was nearby,where he

could have easily fetched a much better stone when my

uncke was busy with the flight of steps leading to the new hou he didn't

take a fancy to the ugly stone. One year when a mason came by,we asked

him to make us a stone mill with my grandma put it:"Why not take

this one,so you won't have to fetch one from afar."But the mason 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 marbke on which words or

flowers could be carved,nor like a smooth big bluish stone people ud to

wash their clothes stone just lay there in silence,enjoying no

shading from the pagoda trees by the yard,nor flowers growing around

a result weeds multiplied and stretched all over it,their stems and

tendrils gtadually covered with dark green spots of mass. 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 prent was to leave it

alone,despite our disgust or even curs.

9 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 after a

rainfall,usually,when the ground had become dry,there was still water in

the pit,where chickens went to every month when it came to

the evening of the 15th of lunar calendar,wo would climb onto the

"Sure,it's really so ugly."

"But that's just where its beauty lies!" the astonomer said,"its beauty

comes from its ugliness."

"Beauty from ugliness?"

" something becomes the ugliest,it turns out the most

stone,looking up at the sky,hoping to e the full moon come out from far

Granny would give us a scolding,afraid lest we should fall

down—and sure enoughmI fell down once to have my knee

everybody condemned the stone:an ugly stone,as ugly as it could be.

Then one day an astronomer came to the looked the stone

square in the eye the moment he came across didn't take his leave

but decided to stay in our a number of people came

afterwards,saying the stone was a piece of avrolite which had fallen down

from the sky two or three hundred years ago—what a wonder

soon a trunck came,and carried it away carefully.

It gave us a great surpri!We had never expected that such a

strange and ugly stone should have bome 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 had given them light,brought them hopes

and expectations,and then it had fallen down to the earth,in the mud and

among the weeds,lying there for hundreds of years!

My grandma said:"Inever 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.

beautiful stone is not an ordinary piece of innsate stone,it

shouldn't be ud to build a wall or pave the steps,to carve words or

flowers or to wash clothes 's not the material for tho petty common

things,and no wonder it's ridibuled often by people with petty common

views."

My grandma became blushed,and so did I.

I feel shame while I feel the greatness of the ugly stone;I have even

complained about it having pocketed silently all it had experences for so

many years,but again I am struck by the greatness that lies in its lonely

unyielding existence of being misynderstood by people.

Then one day an astronomer came to the looked the stone

square in the eye the moment he came across didn't take his leave

but decided to stay in our a number of people came

afterwards,saying the stone was a piece of avrolite which had fallen down

from the sky two or three hundred years ago—what a wonder

soon a trunck came,and carried it away carefully.

It gave us a great surpri!We had never expected that such a

strange and ugly stone should have bome 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 had given them light,brought them hopes

10 and expectations,and then it had fallen down to the earth,in the mud and

among the weeds,lying there for hundreds of years!

My grandma said:"Inever 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 astonomer said,"its beauty

comes from its ugliness."

"Beauty from ugliness?"

" something becomes the ugliest,it turns out the most

beautiful stone is not an ordinary piece of innsate stone,it

shouldn't be ud to build a wall or pave the steps,to carve words or

flowers or to wash clothes 's not the material for tho petty common

things,and no wonder it's ridibuled often by people with petty common

views."

My grandma became blushed,and so did I.

I feel shame while I feel the greatness of the ugly stone;I have even

complained about it having pocketed silently all it had experences for so

many years,but again I am struck by the greatness that lies in its lonely

unyielding existence of being misynderstood by people.

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