第二届方重翻译奖大赛英译中比赛-Heather五篇范文

第一篇：第二届方重翻译奖大赛英译中比赛-Heather

漫行于狄更斯作品之林------一场厚重阅读的艰苦跋涉（节选）

布拉德·莱斯豪瑟尔

要是哪天你的书架开口对你说话，也许它会数落你的不是。反正我的亲身经历即是如此。瞧瞧那些没有读过的书吧！——去年或前年的年度必读书目、年轻小说家风靡热销的处女作，还有那些昔日红极一时，如今日渐年迈的作家所著的惨淡告别之作；有些书依靠夺人眼球的书名忽悠了你的钱袋，另一些则标榜着将从此改变你的人生（书上的推荐短评信誓旦旦作出承诺，要不就虚张声势吓唬吓唬你）。这一本本书像是一个个受了委屈的朋友，愤愤不平地埋怨着我们：“你怎么都不来看看我？”，“你为何不曾前来拜访？”，或者干脆直截了当地问道：“你为什么总是忽略我？”

然而有时书架的斥责不像是对朋友的埋怨，倒更像是祖辈对晚辈的告诫训斥，语气更为沉重也更为严肃。那声音严厉坚定，声调抑扬顿挫，节奏把握有度；任凭你出于好意来缓和气氛，打趣儿为自己开脱辩解，教训声仍不绝于耳：“你什么时候才能认真严肃起来？”、“你什么时候才能长大啊？”这些训斥声是从书房里那些最厚重的大部头中传来的，它们可都在你的阅读计划之列呢。最严厉的斥责也许来自那本又宽又厚的《堂吉诃德》，你总是打算要在夏天开始读它，结果——还是等明年夏天再说吧；也许来自那本泛黄的《战争与和平》，这是大学指导老师送给你的礼物，人家当初可是对你信心满满，但如今看来，显然是高估了你的毅力；也许是伯顿1翻译的《一千零一夜》在抱怨，书中一个个故事如迷宫般错综复杂。要不然，就是《河畔乔叟》2在生气，当年大二的《英国文学起源概述》这门课你得了个“优秀”，便兴冲冲地买下了它。

对我而言，如今最严厉的斥责声来自吉本巨著《罗曼帝国衰亡史》，我手上的那套是由弗里欧书社3出版的优美精装八卷版。前几天我才意识到，买下这套书之后的整整六年时间里，我非但从未将它们从书架上取下品读，甚至连书脊上印着的几列字都没好好正眼瞧过（第五本上写着“第五卷 查士丁尼与罗马法”，离得更远的那本上写着——“第七卷 意大利的诺曼人与十字军东征”）尽管如此，偶尔我也能完成几项工程艰巨浩大的阅读任务。有一年夏天，我耗尽心力，终于成功啃完了两部古希腊史诗，蒲柏翻译的《伊利亚特》和德莱顿 1 “伯顿”即指理查德·弗朗西斯·伯顿（Richard Francis Burton，1821－1890），英国军官、探险家、语言学家、翻译家和阿拉伯学者，是十九世纪最著名的探险家之一。据称伯顿能说29种语言，他也因翻译英文版《一千零一夜》而举世闻名。2 《河畔乔叟》（Riverside Chaucer）为收录乔叟所有作品的巨册，英文原版共计一千三百多页，其中另附乔叟生平介绍、作品创作年代表、文章注释、词汇表以及专有名词查询表等。3 弗里欧书社（Folio Society），是英国一家历史悠久、名声显赫的小型出版社。自1947年成立以来，该出版社一直致力于出版经典著作和小众著作的精装版本。翻译的《埃涅阿斯纪》。过去几年里，我也漫行于浩繁卷帙之中，看完了整整四卷康拉德4短篇小说全集、全五卷《冰岛萨迦全集》

5、特罗洛普6的六部帕利瑟系列政治小说，还有普鲁斯特的七卷鸿篇巨著7。虽说每部作品都各具特色，但在看完它们之后，都带给了我同一种复杂的矛盾心情，既为结束喜也为结束悲：一方面我为自己能够历经艰辛万苦最终完成这一任务而感到自豪，久日幽居于书房，我也有点浑身不自在呢；另一方面，我不得不承认，即便你耗费了巨大的精力去阅读不朽的文学巨著，最终都将见证自己的心力在时间的流逝中渐渐化为一个微不足道的句点，终结这场艰苦漫长的阅读旅途。这让我在高兴雀跃之余，又平添了几分哀伤。

我最近在进行的“厚重阅读”任务，单就页数来看，数量可观，史无前例：那便是狄更斯的小说全集，大概共有九千多页。我就快看完了，只剩下《老古玩店》和《埃德温·德鲁德之谜》两部作品还未翻动。我发现自己最喜欢的狄更斯作品恰恰也都广受众人喜爱，真不知是该为之喜还是该为之忧。但不管怎样，这位作家深受众人追捧，尽享世人厚爱，理应由其最受欢迎之作来公正地彰显他的伟大之处，这亦合乎情理，不足为怪。

狄更斯的所有小说中，我认为有三本在其各自的体裁之列堪称极致完美之作。纵览英国文学作品，在讲述善良幽灵唤起世人人性救赎的故事之中，《圣诞颂歌》无疑是顶尖之作（这正如同为上乘佳作的《螺丝在拧紧》8里，亨利·詹姆斯将邪恶鬼魂展现得淋漓尽致，作为《圣诞颂歌》的姊妹篇，这位“妹妹”则是阴险黑暗的化身）。而《双城记》是我所读过的最惊心动魄的惊险小说，读罢顿觉酣畅淋漓。如果我们都公认惊险刺激的故事只是好莱坞大片的特权，那我们可就亏大了。《双城记》的艺术特色是无可比拟的，那自然灵巧的情节过渡，对人物形象快速准确的刻画，对暴民癫狂**情状的精彩描摹，还有在简洁的语言中依旧流淌着的股股真情，绵绵情意。而作为一部惊险小说，它又怎能少得了追逐场面这一重头戏呢？且看马奈特医生一家一路快马狂奔，“三三两两的房舍、孤零零的农庄、倾塌的建筑物，染坊，硝皮作坊”9从身边飞驰而过，他们急速逃离血腥狂乱的巴黎，驶往安宁有序的英格兰。纵使惊险大片中疯狂追逐的汽车发出阵 4 约瑟夫·康拉德（Joseph Conrad，1857-1924），波兰裔英国作家。当过水手、船长，作品大多描写其航海生活经历，代表作有《水仙号上的黑家伙》、《黑暗之心》等。5 《冰岛萨迦全集》（Complete Sagas of Icelanders）是第一部冰岛萨迦文集英译作品，包含49个相关的故事，由来自世界7个国家的30位北欧中世纪文学与文化研究学者共同译成。萨迦，古代挪威或冰岛讲述冒险经历和英雄业绩的长篇故事。6 安东尼·特罗洛普（Anthony Trollope，1815-1882），英国作家，代表作品《巴彻斯特养老院》和《巴彻斯特大教堂》等。

此处作者所读的“七卷长篇巨著”应指马塞尔·普鲁斯特的《追忆逝水年华》（七卷）。

《螺丝在拧紧》中女人公受雇于一位富有的监护人，作其所监护的两个孩子的家庭教师。为了拯救孩子的灵魂，女教师与前任女教师的鬼魂及仆人的鬼魂展开了斗争。而孩子们虽在外表上天真无邪，却受鬼魂影响，异常狡黠。原文出自《双城记》第三部第十三章“五十二个”，译文参照了北京燕山出版社出版的《双城记》，宋兆霖译，见第290页。阵刺耳刹车声，呼啸而过的战斗机轰鸣声隆隆，试问又有哪部的惊险程度能胜过《双城记》中惊心动魄的追捕场面呢？

终于，该轮到《大卫·科波菲尔》登场了。它也是狄更斯本人的最爱10，较之其余作品，读罢让我更觉成就感十足。这部作品中一系列人物形象愈加丰满，这无疑是其他小说无法企及的。就算除了乐天派米考伯先生之外，《大卫·科波菲尔》中就再无其他令人难忘的角色，它仍能拥有永恒的文学价值。更何况，我们还是遇到了一个个极富个性的人物，让人印象深刻：油腔滑调、阳奉阴违的乌利亚·希普；性情古怪，变化无常，却又坚定可靠、值得信赖的贝西姨婆；那个注定以悲剧收场的朵拉，她美如娇花，年少稚嫩，不谙世事，在她早逝之前，终于深切体悟到自己的幼稚无知；还有大卫的继父爱德华·摩德斯通，一天到晚念叨着公平公正但却凶恶残暴，让人不堪忍受…如此个性鲜明的人物真是数之不尽。此书众多的推崇者察觉到，随着大卫由孩童迈入成人世界，狄更斯的艺术表现力逐步减弱。直至翻完最后一页，我自己却丝毫未曾发现书页中自始至终闪现的熠熠才华之光有半点黯淡之势，不过大卫早年的悲惨经历确实被描绘得生动逼真，令人难以忘怀。这个小男孩在人生的每一处转角，都能遇上独具个性的人物。狄更斯痴迷于人性的丰富性，在“人类”这同一物种之名下创造了一大批形形色色千姿百态的角色，组成了一支与众不同的剧团。在这一方面，他可与莎士比亚比肩而立。对独特人性探索的热情为众多狄更斯小说注入了坚不可摧的艺术力量，而当这股热情迸入小大卫的双眼之后，又彰显出了奇特的力量。这个小男孩既是一位对世界细致入微的观察者，也是一位对人间百态的热情阐释者。他非得成为这样的人不可。对他而言，洞悉不同的人性内在心理不单单是为了满足好奇心，这更是他迫不得已的生存所需。日后，正是这份对人性的敏锐洞察力将大卫从那些试图彻底击溃他的力量中拯救了出来。作为狄更斯的化身，大卫也具有成为文学大师的潜质——不过，孩童时代，他饱受困苦，当然无法充分表现这一点。他十岁就辍了学，被拽进伦敦的一家装瓶厂当小苦力，那时年幼的他只感觉自己快被生活的苦难压得喘不过气来了。

文学批评家兰德尔·贾雷尔曾认为，一部伟大小说应当：“于一处潜心雕琢，以一敌之，胜于作品无数。”我不知道还有没有第二本书能像《大卫·科波菲尔》这样，将我们每个人在童年所直面的可怕现实洞察得如此深刻透彻：我们渐渐意识到，决定我们未来的世界是由一群叫做“大人”的生物所组成的——那是一群任性固执、恣意妄为的生物，一群最深不可测、难以捉摸的生物。

这种过时的浩大阅读工程就像一次漫长的徒步朝圣之旅。现代生活的快节奏给予你忠告，劝你打消阅读大部头的念头，它还无时无刻不在催促着你加快步伐，10 狄更斯在1867年《大卫·科波菲尔》再版序言中写道：“在我所有的书里，我最喜欢的就是这本…在我心底深处有一个孩子最为我宠爱，他的名字就叫大卫·科波菲尔。” 将你的生活分割成愈发琐碎也愈发忙碌的间隔片段。另一头，从你的书架上不断传来一阵阵熟悉的低语，语气平静，又带着长辈责备的口吻，坚定地告诉你：“走，起程上路吧。”

第二篇：江西省第二届翻译大赛

第二届翻译大赛初赛（2010年）翻译原文及参考译文

一、将下列短文译成汉语（50分）: 1)At a time when a towering personality like Mme.Curie has come to the end of her life, let us not merely rest content with recalling what she has given to mankind in the fruits of her work.It is the moral qualities of its leading personalities that are perhaps of even greater significance for a generation and for the course of history than purely intellectual accomplishments.Even these latter are, to a far greater degree than is commonly credited, dependent on the stature of character.It was my good fortune to be linked with Mme.Curie through twenty years of sublime and unclouded friendship.I come to admire her human grandeur to an ever growing degree.Her strength, her purity of will, her austerity toward herself, objectively, her incorruptible judgment—all these were of a kind seldom found joined in a single individual.She felt herself at every moment to be a servant of society and her profound modesty never left any room for complacency.2)It was common enough during the first year of the war to meet people who took an aesthetic pleasure in the darkness of the streets at night.It gave them un nouveau frisson.They said that never had London been so beautiful.It was hardly a gracious thing to say about London.And it was not entirely true.The hill of Piccadilly has always been beautiful, with its lamps suspended above it like strange fruits.The Thames between Westminister Bridge and Blackfriars has always been beautiful at night, pouring its brown waters along in a dusk of light and shadow.And had we not always had Hyde Park like a little dark forest full of lamps, with the gold of the lamps shaken into long Chinese alphabets in the windy waters of the Serpentine? There was Chelsea, too.Surely, even before the war, Chelsea by night lay in darkness like a town forgotten and derelict in the snug gloom of an earlier century.（注：un nouveau frisson，法语，一种新的颤动；Piccadilly：皮卡迪利，位于伦敦西区的繁华地段；Westminister Bridge and Blackfriars: 威斯敏斯特大桥和黑衣修士区；Serpentine：蛇湖，海德公园内；Chelsea切尔西区。)

二、将下列短文译成英语（50分）: 1）名声、财产、知识等等都是身外之物，人人都可求而得之，但没有人能够代替你感受人生。你死以后，没有人能够代替你再活一次。如果你真正意识到了这一点，你就会明白，活在世上，最重要的事就是活出你自己的特色和滋味来。你的人生是否有意义，衡量的标准不是外在的成功，而是对人生意义的独特领悟和坚守，从而使你的自我闪放出个性的光芒。

2）至于时间，更不成问题。达尔文一生多病，不能多作工，每天只能做一点钟的工作。你们看他的成绩！每天花一点钟看10页有用的书，每年可看3600多页书，30年可读11万页书。

诸位，11 万页书可以使你成一个学者了。可是每天看三种小报也得费你一点钟的工夫，四圈麻将也得费你一点半钟的光阴。看小报呢？还是打麻将呢？还是努力做一个学者呢？全靠你们自己的选择。易卜生说：“你的最大责任是把你这块材料铸造成器。”

（注：本文节选自胡适在对毕业生的致词，题为《不要抛弃学问》）参考译文：

英译中

1)当居里夫人这样杰出的人物逝世的时候，我们不能仅缅怀她的研究成果为人类做出的贡献。对于一个时代和整个历史进程来说，杰出人物所具有的高尚品质也许比他们纯智力成就具有更重大的意义。即使后者也依赖于人格力量，而这依赖的程度远比一般人所想象的要高得多。

我很荣幸，20 年来一直和居里夫人保持高尚而纯洁的友谊。我对她高尚品德的敬佩与日俱增。她的力量，她的意志的纯粹，她的严与自律，她的客观，她的公正的判断—一 个人身上极少具有如此多方面的品质。她每分每秒都觉得自己是社会的公仆。她虚怀若谷的品德从未被丝毫自满的情绪所沾染。

2）战争的头一年里，在夜间街头的一片黑暗之中，有人产生了一种审美快感，遇见这样的人是相当普通的事。黑暗使他们感到一种新的颤动。他们都说伦敦从来没有如此美丽！用这样的话来形容伦敦并不算溢美之词。而且这样说也并非完全真实。皮卡迪利大街的上空一向是美丽的，悬空的街灯宛如异乡的水果。横贯威斯敏斯特大桥与黑衣修士区的泰晤士河，到了夜间一向是美丽的，在光影相映的暮色之中，延绵不断地倾泻着褐色的河水。我们不是一向拥有海德公园吗？它宛如灯火密布的小小黑森林，金光闪闪的灯火在蛇湖起了风浪的水面上摇曳不定，变成了长形的中文汉字。还有切尔西区呢。确实，甚至就在战前，切尔西区到了夜晚便静卧于黑暗之中，就像上实际的一个镇子，为了淡忘遭到遗弃，消没于隐然的昏沉之中。（杨岂深译）

中译英

1）Fame, wealth and knowledge are merely worldly possessions which are within the reach of anybody striving for them.But your experience of and feeling about life are your own and not to be shared(But no one can experience life on behalf of you).No one can live your life over again after your death A full awareness of this will point out to you that the most important thing in your existence is your distinctive individuality or something special of yoursWhat really counts is not your worldly success but your peculiar insight into the meaning of life and your commitment to it, which add lusterto your personality.2）Time is no object.Charles Darwin could only work one hour a day due to his ill health.Yet what a remarkable man he was!If you spend one hour a day reading 10 pages of a book, you can finish more than 3600 pages a year, and 110,000 pages in 30 years.Dear students, 110,000 pages will be quite enough to make a learned man of you.It will take you one hour to read three tabloids a day, and one and half hours to finish four rounds of mah-jong a day.Reading tabloids, playing mah-jong or striving to be a learned man, the choice lies with you.Henrik Ibsen says, “It is your supreme duty to cast yourself into a useful implement”

第三篇：第二届英语世界杯翻译大赛原文

His First Day as Quarry-Boy

By Hugh Miller(1802～1856)

It was twenty years last February since I set out, a little before sunrise, to make my first acquaintance with a life of labour and restraint;and I have rarely had a heavier heart than on that morning.I was but a slim, loose-jointed boy at the time, fond of the pretty intangibilities of romance, and of dreaming when broad awake;and, woful change!I was now going to work at what Burns has instanced, in his ‘Twa Dogs’, as one of the most disagreeable of all employments,—to work in a quarry.Bating the passing uneasinesses occasioned by a few gloomy anticipations, the portion of my life which had already gone by had been happy beyond the common lot.I had been a wanderer among rocks and woods, a reader of curious books when I could get them, a gleaner of old traditionary stories;and now I was going to exchange all my day-dreams, and all my amusements, for the kind of life in which men toil every day that they may be enabled to eat, and eat every day that they may be enabled to toil!The quarry in which I wrought lay on the southern shore of a noble inland bay, or frith rather, with a little clear stream on the one side, and a thick fir wood on the other.It had been opened in the Old Red Sandstone of the district, and was overtopped by a huge bank of diluvial clay, which rose over it in some places to the height of nearly thirty feet, and which at this time was rent and shivered, wherever it presented an open front to the weather, by a recent frost.A heap of loose fragments, which had fallen from above, blocked up the face of the quarry and my first employment was to clear them away.The friction of the shovel soon blistered my hands, but the pain was by no means very severe, and I wrought hard and willingly, that I might see how the huge strata below, which presented so firm and unbroken a frontage, were to be torn up and removed.Picks, and wedges, and levers, were applied by my brother-workmen;and, simple and rude as I had been accustomed to regard these implements, I found I had much to learn in the way of using them.They all proved inefficient, however, and the workmen had to bore into one of the inferior strata, and employ gunpowder.The process was new to me, and I deemed it a highly amusing one: it had the merit, too, of being attended with some such degree of danger as a boating or rock excursion, and had thus an interest independent of its novelty.We had a few capital shots: the fragments flew in every direction;and an immense mass of the diluvium came toppling down, bearing with it two dead birds, that in a recent storm had crept into one of the deeper fissures, to die in the shelter.I felt a new interest in examining them.The one was a pretty cock goldfinch, with its hood of vermilion and its wings inlaid with the gold to which it owes its name, as unsoiled and smooth as if it had been preserved for a museum.The other, a somewhat rarer bird, of the woodpecker tribe, was variegated with light blue and a grayish yellow.I was engaged in admiring the poor little things, more disposed to be sentimental, perhaps, than if I had been ten years older, and thinking of the contrast between the warmth and jollity of their green summer haunts, and the cold and darkness of their last retreat, when I heard our employer bidding the workmen lay by their tools.I looked up and saw the sun sinking behind the thick fir wood beside us, and the long dark shadows of the trees stretching downward towards the shore.—Old Red Sandstone

（文章选自THE OXFORD BOOK OF ENGLISH PROSE, 658-660, Oxford University Press, London, first published 1925，reprinted 1958.）

第四篇：江西省第二届翻译大赛试题及答案

江西省第二届英语翻译大赛

Time limit: 150 Min 第一部分：英译汉（50分）

Street Haunting: A London Adventure(Excerpt)

Virginia Woolf

No one perhaps has ever felt passionately towards a lead pencil.But there are circumstances in which it can become supremely desirable to possess one;moments when we are set upon having an object, an excuse for walking half across London between tea and dinner.As the foxhunter hunts in order to preserve the breed of foxes, and the golfer plays in order that open spaces may be preserved from the builders, so when the desire comes upon us to go street rambling the pencil does for a pretext, and getting up we say: “Really I must buy a pencil,” as if under cover of this excuse we could indulge safely in the greatest pleasure of town life in winter — rambling the streets of London.How beautiful a London street is then, with its islands of light, and its long groves of darkness, and on one side of it perhaps some tree-sprinkled, grass-grown space where night is folding herself to sleep naturally and, as one passes the iron railing, one hears those little cracklings and stirrings of leaf and twig which seem to suppose the silence of fields all round them, an owl hooting, and far away the rattle of a train in the valley.But this is London, we are reminded;high among the bare trees are hung oblong frames of reddish yellow light — windows;there are points of brilliance burning steadily like low stars — lamps;this empty ground, which holds the country in it and its peace, is only a London square, set about by offices and houses where at this hour fierce lights burn over maps, over documents, over desks where clerks sit turning with wetted forefinger the files of endless correspondences;or more suffusedly the firelight wavers and the lamplight falls upon the privacy of some drawing-room, its easy chairs, its papers, its china, its inlaid table, and the figure of a woman, accurately measuring out the precise number of spoons of tea which —— She looks at the door as if she heard a ring downstairs and somebody asking, is she in?

第二部分：汉译英（50分）

一件小事（节选）鲁 迅

我从乡下跑到京城里，一转眼已经六年了。其间耳闻目睹的所谓国家大事，算起来也很不少；但在我心里，都不留什么痕迹，倘要我寻出这些事的影响来说，便只是增长了我的坏脾气，——老实说，便是教我一天比一天的看不起人。

但有一件小事，却于我有意义，将我从坏脾气里拖开，使我至今忘记不得。

这是民国六年的冬天，大北风刮得正猛，我因为生计关系，不得不一早在路上走。一路几乎遇不见人，好容易才雇定了一辆人力车，叫他拉到S门去。不一会，北风小了，路上浮尘早已刮净，剩下一条洁白的大道来，车夫也跑得更快。刚近S门，忽而车把上带着一个人，慢慢地倒了。

跌倒的是一个女人，花白头发，衣服都很破烂。伊从马路上突然向车前横截过来；车夫已经让开道，但伊的破棉背心没有上扣，微风吹着，向外展开，所以终于兜着车把。幸而车夫早有点停步，否则伊定要栽一个大筋斗，跌到头破血出了。

伊伏在地上；车夫便也立住脚。我料定这老女人并没有伤，又没有别人看见，便很怪他多事，要自己惹出是非，也误了我的路。

我便对他说，“没有什么的。走你的罢！”

车夫毫不理会，——或者并没有听到，——却放下车子，扶那老女人慢慢起来，搀着臂膊立定，问伊说： “你怎么啦？” “我摔坏了。”

我想，我眼见你慢慢倒地，怎么会摔坏呢，装腔作势罢了，这真可憎恶。车夫多事，也正是自讨苦吃，现在你自己想法去。车夫听了这老女人的话，却毫不踌躇，仍然搀着伊的臂膊，便一步一步的向前走。我有些诧异，忙看前面，是一所巡警分驻所，大风之后，外面也不见人。这车夫扶着那老女人，便正是向那大门走去。

我这时突然感到一种异样的感觉，觉得他满身灰尘的后影，刹时高大了，而且愈走愈大，须仰视才见。而且他对于我，渐渐的又几乎变成一种威压，甚而至于要榨出皮袍下面藏着的“小”来。

参考译文

第一部分：英译汉（50分）

伦敦神游（节选）

弗吉尼亚·伍尔夫

恐怕从未有人曾经热切地想要一支铅心笔，但有时候这种欲望会变得压倒一切。那是在下午茶之后、晚饭之前，我们会一心要买一件东西，其实是找借口在此期间游逛半个伦敦。猎人猎狐以保持狐狸的品种，球手打高尔夫以阻止建筑商侵占空地。同样，当我们心血来潮想去街上闲逛时，铅笔就可以作为借口。所以，我们站起身说：“真的，我必须买支铅笔。”好像有了这个借口，我们就可以放心去尽情享受冬天城市生活最大的乐趣—在伦敦逛街。

伦敦的街道是多么美丽啊！有灯光的岛屿，有一团团幽暗的阴影，可能在其中一侧还有树木错落的茵茵草地，夜在草地上舒展开，将大地罩入夜的睡乡；越过铁栅栏，你还可以听到树枝树叶摇曳发出轻微的窸窣声，衬出周围田野的一片寂静，还有一只猫头鹰的枭叫，远处山谷火车经过的咔嚓声。但我们旋即想起这是伦敦。光秃秃的的大树上方，高高悬挂着黄里透红的方形方框—是窗户；点点亮光不动不灭好像低垂的星星—是路灯；这片让人感觉如乡村一样恬静的空旷地只是伦敦的一个广场，四周布满了办公楼与家居。此时此刻，要么楼里刺眼的灯光正照耀着地图，照耀着文件，照耀着办公桌，桌前办事员正沾湿了食指，翻阅着无穷无尽信件

往来的文件夹；要么在一个客厅，壁炉的火光闪烁着，路灯的灯光窥射进来，光线在这个隐私空间弥漫，映照出扶手椅、书信、瓷器、嵌花桌子，还有一个女人的身影，她一匙匙准确地量着茶水，算出准确的数字；这茶—她望着门，好像听到楼下门铃声，听到有人问，她在吗？

第二部分：汉译英（50分）

A Small Incident(Excerpt)

Lu Xun

Six years have slipped by since I came from the country to the capital.During that time the number of so-called affairs of state I have witnessed or heard about is far from small, but none of them made much impression.If asked to define their influence on me, I can only say they made my bad temper worse.Frankly speaking, they taught me to take a poorer view of people every day.One small incident, however, which struck me as significant and jolted me out of my irritability, remains fixed even now in my memory.It was the winter of 1917, a strong north wind was blustering, but the exigencies of earning my living forced me to be up and out early.I met scarcely a soul on the road, but eventually managed to hire a rickshaw to take me to S-Gate.Presently the wind dropped a little, having blown away the drifts of dust on the road to leave a clean broad highway, and the rickshaw man quickened his pace.We were just approaching S-Gate when we knocked into someone who slowly toppled over.It was a grey-haired woman in ragged clothes.She had stepped out abruptly from the roadside in front of us, and although the rickshaw man had swerved, her tattered padded waistcoat, unbuttoned and billowing in the wind, had caught on the shaft.Luckily the rickshaw man had slowed down, otherwise she would certainly have had a bad fall and it might have been a serious accident.She huddled there on the ground, and the rickshaw man stopped.As I did not believe the old woman was hurt and as no one else had seen us, I thought this halt of his uncalled for, liable to land him trouble and hold me up.“It’s all right,” I said.“Go on.”

He paid no attentionbut set down the shafts, took the old woman's arm and gently helped her up.“Are you all right?” he asked.“I hurt myself falling.”

I thought: I saw how slowly you fell, how could you be hurt?

Putting on an act like this is simply disgusting.The rickshaw man asked for trouble, and now he’s got it.He’ll have to find his own way out.But the rickshaw man did not hesitate for a minute after hearing the old woman's answer.Still holding her arm, he helped her slowly forward.Rather puzzled by his I looked ahead and saw a police-station.Because of the high wind, there was no one outside.It was there that the rickshaw man was taking the old woman.Suddenly I had the strange sensation that his dusty retreating figure had in that instant grown larger.Indeed, the further he walked the larger he loomed, until I had to look up to him.At the same time he seemed gradually to be exerting a pressure on me which threatened to overpower the small self hidden under my fur-lined gown.江西省第二届英语翻译大赛决赛特等奖（第一名）获奖作品选登

一件小事（节选）

鲁 迅

我从乡下跑到京城里，一转眼已经六年了。其间耳闻目睹的所谓国家大事，算起来也很不少；但在我心里，都不留什么痕迹，倘要我寻出这些事的影响来说，便只是增长了我的坏脾气，——老实说，便是教我一天比一天的看不起人。

但有一件小事，却于我有意义，将我从坏脾气里拖开，使我至今忘记不得。

这是民国六年的冬天，大北风刮得正猛，我因为生计关系，不得不一早在路上走。一路几乎遇不见人，好容易才雇定了一辆人力车，叫他拉到S门去。不一会，北风小了，路上浮尘早已刮净，剩下一条洁白的大道来，车夫也跑得更快。刚近S门，忽而车把上带着一个人，慢慢地倒了。

跌倒的是一个女人，花白头发，衣服都很破烂。伊从马路上突然向车前横截过来；车夫已经让开道，但伊的破棉背心没有上扣，微风吹着，向外展开，所以终于兜着车把。幸而车夫早有点停步，否则伊定要栽一个大筋斗，跌到头破血出了。

伊伏在地上；车夫便也立住脚。我料定这老女人并没有伤，又没有别人看见，便很怪他多事，要自己惹出是非，也误了我的路。

我便对他说，“没有什么的。走你的罢！”

车夫毫不理会，——或者并没有听到，——却放下车子，扶那老女人慢慢起来，搀着臂膊立定，问伊说：

“你怎么啦？” “我摔坏了。”

我想，我眼见你慢慢倒地，怎么会摔坏呢，装腔作势罢了，这真可憎恶。车夫多事，也正是自讨苦吃，现在你自己想法去。

车夫听了这老女人的话，却毫不踌躇，仍然搀着伊的臂膊，便一步一步的向前走。我有些诧异，忙看前面，是一所巡警分驻所，大风之后，外面也不见人。这车夫扶着那老女人，便正是向那大门走去。

我这时突然感到一种异样的感觉，觉得他满身灰尘的后影，刹时高大了，而且愈走愈大，须仰视才见。而且他对于我，渐渐的又几乎变成一种威压，甚而至于要榨出皮袍下面藏着的“小”来。

江西省第二届英语翻译大赛决赛特等奖

译文：

A Small Incident(Excerpt)Lu Xun It has been six years since I came to the capital from the country.The so-called affairs of state during that time which I had seen or heard about did amount to many, albeit with no visible trace left in my heart.Speaking of their influence on me, they only exacerbated my ill temper.To be honest, they made me more and more ignorant of others day by day.One small incident, however, which bore great significance to me, dragged me out of my ill temper and remains forever in my memory.It was a winter in the sixth year of the Republic of China, the north wind was blowing violently.For the sake of making a living, I had to go out early when there was barely a person in sight on the road.Finally I managed to hire a rickshaw and told him to go towards the door S.Soon the wind blew less fiercely, while dust on the road was swept clean, leaving a smooth road ahead.So the rickshaw man ran faster.As we were approaching the door S, all of a sudden, a person ran into our rickshaw and gradually fell down.It was a grey-haired woman, dressed in ragged clothes.She suddenly walked towards us from the roadside.Though the rickshaw man had gone out of her way, her ragged waistcoat was unbuttoned, which stretched out in the wind and caught on the handle bar.Fortunately, the rickshaw man had taken early action, otherwise the old lady would certainly fell down and get seriously hurt.She was lying there.The rickshaw man stopped.I was sure that she was not hurt and there was no witness then, so I complained of his being so “helpful”.If he had made a fuss, it would have wasted my time as well.So I said to him: “It’s no big deal.Let’s go.”

Totally regardless of my words,(or simply not having heard it,)he let go of the rickshaw, and helped the woman stand on her feet.Holding her arm, he asked: “Are you OK?”

“Not well.”

I watched her slowly falling down, how could she possibly get hurt? “She is pretending!” I thought to myself, “How contemptible it is!” The rickshaw man was being so “helpful” that he was troubling the trouble.I would leave him alone.Upon hearing the woman’s words, the rickshaw man made no hesitation.He was still holding her arm and they walked ahead step by step.Feeling a bit confused, I looked ahead.There was a patrolling police station, where nobody was outside in such a violent wind.The two were moving towards that place, surely.At that moment, a strange sensation seized me: his dusty figure suddenly became mighty.The further they walked, the mightier it seemed.In the end I had to look up to him.What he meant to me gradually became a pressure, a kind of pressure massive enough to overshadow “the little myself” beneath the garments.Street Haunting: A London Adventure(Excerpt)

Virginia Woolf

No one perhaps has ever felt passionately towards a lead pencil.But there are circumstances in which it can become supremely desirable to possess one;moments when we are set upon having an object, an excuse for walking half across London between tea and dinner.As the foxhunter hunts in order to preserve the breed of foxes, and the golfer plays in order that open spaces may be preserved from the builders, so when the desire comes upon us to go street rambling the pencil does for a pretext, and getting up we say: “Really I must buy a pencil,” as if under cover of this excuse we could indulge safely in the greatest pleasure of town life in winter — rambling the streets of London.How beautiful a London street is then, with its islands of light, and its long groves of darkness, and on one side of it perhaps some tree-sprinkled, grass-grown space where night is folding herself to sleep naturally and, as one passes the iron railing, one hears those little cracklings and stirrings of leaf and twig which seem to suppose the silence of fields all round them, an owl hooting, and far away the rattle of a train in the valley.But this is London, we are reminded;high among the bare trees are hung oblong frames of reddish yellow light — windows;there are points of brilliance burning steadily like low stars — lamps;this empty ground, which holds the country in it and its peace, is only a London square, set about by offices and houses where at this hour fierce lights burn over maps, over documents, over desks where clerks sit turning with wetted forefinger the files of endless correspondences;or more suffusedly the firelight wavers and the lamplight falls upon the privacy of some drawing-room, its easy chairs, its papers, its china, its inlaid table, and the figure of a woman, accurately measuring out the precise number of spoons of tea which —— She looks at the door as if she heard a ring downstairs and somebody asking, is she in?

漫步街区：一次伦敦之旅（节选）

弗吉尼亚·伍尔夫

或许不曾有人对一支铅笔求之不得欣喜不已，但是我们却总有占有某物的欲望之火熊熊燃烧的时候，我们却总有决心得到一个物品，以作为我们茶余饭后漫步伦敦的借口的时候。正如猎狐者为了狐狸生生不息的繁衍而打猎，正如高尔夫球运动者为了保护广阔空旷的土地免遭建设者的蹂躏而打球一样。当漫步街区的欲望不期而至，买铅笔只不过是一个借口罢了。于是我们起身立之，喃喃自语道：“我确实必须要去买一支铅笔。”似乎在这冠冕堂皇的借口之下，我们可以尽情地沉溺在冬日城镇生活的愉悦惬意中——闲庭漫步于伦敦街区。

伦敦街区的景色真是美不胜收啊！光芒温柔地照耀在岛屿上，悠长的小树丛安静地隐没在黑暗中。街道一旁几颗树木零星地生长着，周围草木丛生绿意盎然。夜幕在这里静静地降临，双手合抱，安然入睡。当你路过铁轨旁的时候，你可以听到那细碎的哐啷声，伴着风中枝叶的摇摆声声作响，宛如田野的静谧般扑面而来。一只猫头鹰声声呼唤，远处一辆火车缓缓驶过，在山谷中格格作响，久久回荡。但是我们一次次的被提醒，这里是伦敦啊！那高悬于稀疏的树木之间，放射着浅红微黄光芒的方形框架——只不过是窗户罢了；那些宛如低空星辰般耀眼夺目、异彩纷呈的光点——只不过是电灯罢了；那默默承载着伦敦、展现着她的静穆的空旷大地——只不过是伦敦广场罢了。鳞次栉比的办公室和房屋在此拔地而起。此时此刻，强烈的灯光正照耀着各式各样的地图，照耀着纷至沓来的文件，照耀着一张张桌子，桌旁的小职员们正用湿漉漉的手指书写着无穷无尽的信件。那闪烁的灯光肆无忌惮地弥漫在某间画室里，照亮了那简陋的椅子，厚厚的纸张，精美的瓷器，嵌饰的桌子，也照亮了一个女子的身影，她正精确地量着茶叶的匙数——而此时她朝门望去，仿佛听到楼下传来一阵铃声，一个人正轻声问道：“她在吗？”

第五篇：第二届中国高校烹饪技术大赛比赛内容

第二届中国高校烹饪技术大赛比赛内容（白案）

参赛选手在135分钟内按十人份量现场制作，完成三个品种：第一个为油条（必选），第二个为小笼包、大饼、煎饺（三选一），第三个为地方风味品种。

（一）必选品种：油条

原料提供：面粉、调料若干，由赛场提供 基本要求：一两（50g）一个，共十个。现场醒发，制品无碱味、条身挺直、色泽金黄、25cm长呈丝瓜瓤状，口感外酥脆、味咸香。成品用不锈钢长方盘盛装。

（二）自选品种：小笼包、大饼、煎饺（三选一）

原料提供：由赛场提供。

1、小笼包：水面（发酵面团）、干面、肉馅、白菜馅、调料若干。

2、大饼：面粉、调料若干。

3、煎饺：面粉、肉馅、白菜馅、调料若干。基本要求：

1、小笼包：一两（50g）三个，一屉九个，共三屉，共二十七个。现场使碱，调馅制作。制品碱头适合、色洁白、提18—21个摺、馅心松软鲜嫩、口味鲜咸芳香、皮薄厚均匀，体积大小一样。成品用小笼屉盛装。

2、大饼：一斤半（750g），一张直径40—45cm，一张四块。现场和面成型，用电饼铛烙制。要求两面火候均匀，层次清楚，无碎层，无破边，6

层以上，咸味适度，口感宣软、焦香。成品用不锈钢方盘盛装。

3、煎饺：三两（150g）五个，共二十个。底脆，皮薄色正有嚼劲，味咸鲜略有汤汁，成型美观，花纹均匀。成品用不锈钢方盘盛装。

（三）地方风味品种 原料提供：选手自备

基本要求：依照本地区风味特色，选取符合食堂大伙要求的拍案品种，制作十人份量，要反映出一定的烹饪技术。要求经济实惠，有浓厚的地方特色，具有批量生产的可行性，能在高校大伙食堂推广。

此项比赛过程中，赛场会统一为选手提供操作台、冰箱、烤箱、电饼铛、醒柜、蒸柜、炉灶（煤气）、炸锅（直径60cm）、火钳、托盘、盛具、压条、滚筒等工具。特殊原料和特殊加热设备由参赛选手自带。

成本核算：以上白案品种的售价，原料占60%，水电气占10%，毛利占30%。要求白案地方风味小吃每个售价在6元以下。

比赛说明：指定品种比赛中，选手除自备烹饪器具外，不得携带任何其他物品进场，组委会提供统一的盛装器皿。

第二届中国高校烹饪技术大赛比赛内容（红案）参赛选手在135分钟内按十人份量（每份250g）现场制作，完成三个品种：第一个为鱼香肉丝（必选），第二个为软溜肉片、红烧豆腐、清炒土豆丝（三选一），第三个为地方风味品种。

1、必选品种：鱼香肉丝

原料提供：猪肉、土豆、黑木耳、调料若干。赛场所提供的动植物原料都是鲜料（不是冻料），需要选手现场切配加工。

基本要求：咸甜酸辣并重，火候适中，色泽红亮，芡汁适中。菜品烹制完成后盛装于不锈钢盆中，达到十人份量（2500g），反映出其刀工、烹饪火候等技术要求。成品用（33cm）不锈钢盆盛装。

2、自选品种：软溜肉片、红烧豆腐、清炒土豆丝（三选一）

原料提供：由赛场提供。

（1）软溜肉片：猪肉、莴苣、调料若干。（2）红烧豆腐：豆腐、调料若干。（3）清炒土豆丝：土豆、调料若干。基本要求：

（1）软溜肉片： 口味鲜咸，口感香嫩，色泽金黄，汁明芡亮，火候适度，明油适量。

（2）红烧豆腐：味厚，味透，咸鲜略回甜；质地滑嫩色泽红亮，芡汁适中，成形美观，大小一致不破碎。

（3）清炒土豆丝：咸鲜味适中，可口，色泽自然，芡汁适中，刀工成形美观、粗细均匀。

自选品种不能使用任何速冻和成型的原料，必须由参赛选手现场进行切配加工。菜品烹制完成后用不锈钢盆（33cm）盛装，符合十人份量（2500g）。

3、地方风味品种

原料提供：选手自备，不能使用任何速冻和成型的原料，必须由参赛选手现场进行切配加工。

基本要求：依照本地区风味特色，选取符合食堂大伙要求的菜品，所用原料为畜类、禽类、一般水产类或其他烹饪原料，可荤可素，但一定要反映出刀工等烹饪技术。要求菜肴原料的搭配与烹调方法的组合具有新意和地方特色，具有批量生产的可行性，能在高校大伙食堂推广。

此项比赛过程中，赛场会统一为选手提供操作台、砧板、炉灶（柴油灶）、炒锅（直径60cm）、锅铲、炒勺、漏勺、条盘和供尝味用的样碟等设备和用具；特殊原料和特殊加热设备由参赛选手自带。

成本核算：以上红案品种的售价，原料占60%，水电气占10%，毛利占30%。要求红案地方风味品种每份（不少于250g）售价在6元以下。

比赛说明：指定品种比赛中，选手除自备烹饪器具外，不得携带任何其他物品进场，组委会提供统一的盛装器皿。