第三届“《英语世界》杯”翻译比赛启事和比赛原文

第一篇：第三届“《英语世界》杯”翻译比赛启事和比赛原文

附：【翻译大赛原文】

At Turtle Bay By E.B.White M osquitoes have arrived with the warm nights, and our bedchamber is their theater under the stars.I have been up and down all night, swinging at them with a face towel dampened at one end to give it authority.This morning I suffer from the lightheadedness that comes from no sleep—a sort of drunkenness, very good for writing because all sense of responsibility for what the words say is gone.Yesterday evening my wife showed up with a few yards of netting, and together we knelt and covered the fireplace with an illusion veil.It looks like a bride.(One of our many theories is that mosquitoes come down chimneys.)I bought a couple of adjustable screens at the hardware store on Third Avenue and they are in place in the windows;but the window sashes in this building are so old and irregular that any mosquito except one suffering from elephantiasis has no difficulty walking into the room through the space between sash and screen.(And then there is the even larger opening between upper sash and lower sash when the lower sash is raised to receive the screen—a space that hardly ever occurs to an apartment dweller but must occur to all mosquitoes.)I also bought a very old air-conditioning machine for twenty-five dollars, a great bargain, and I like this machine.It has almost no effect on the atmosphere of the room, merely chipping the edge off the heat, and it makes a loud grinding noise reminiscent of the subway, so that I can snap off the lights, close my eyes, holding the damp towel at the ready, and imagine, with the first stab, that I am riding in the underground and being pricked by pins wielded by angry girls.Another theory of mine about the Turtle Bay mosquito is that he is swept into one’s bedroom through the air conditioner, riding the cool indraft as an eagle rides a warm updraft.It is a feeble theory, but a man has to entertain theories if he is to while away the hours of sleeplessness.I wanted to buy some old-fashioned bug spray, and went to the store for that purpose, but when I asked the clerk for a Flit gun and some Flit, he gave me a queer look, as though wondering where I had been keeping myself all these years.“We got something a lot stronger than that,” he said, producing a can of stuff that contained chlordane and several other unmentionable chemicals.I told him I couldn’t use it because I was hypersensitive to chlordane.“Gets me right in the liver,” I said, throwing a wild glance at him.The mornings are the pleasantest times in the apartment, exhaustion having set in, the sated mosquitoes at rest on ceiling and walls, sleeping it off, the room a swirl of tortured bedclothes and abandoned garments, the vines in their full leafiness filtering the hard light of day, the air conditioner silent at last, like the mosquitoes.From Third

Avenue comes the sound of the mad builders—American cicadas, out in the noonday sun.In the garden the sparrow chants—a desultory second courtship, a subdued passion, in keeping with the great heat, love in summertime, relaxed and languorous.I shall miss this apartment when it is gone;we are quitting it come fall, to turn ourselves out to pasture.Every so often I make an attempt to simplify my life, burning my books behind me, selling the occasional chair, discarding the accumulated miscellany.I have noticed, though, that these purifications of mine—to which my wife submits with cautious grace—have usually led to even greater complexity in the long pull, and I have no doubt this one will, too, for I don’t trust myself in a situation of this sort and suspect that my first act as an old horse will be to set to work improving the pasture.I may even join a pasture-improvement society.The last time I tried to purify myself by fire, I managed to acquire a zoo in the process and am still supporting it and carrying heavy pails of water to the animals, a task that is sometimes beyond my strength.■

（选自 An E.B.White Reader, pp.198-200, New York Harper & Row, 1966）

v秉承“给力英语学习，探寻翻译之星”的理念，在前两届翻译大赛成功举办的基础上，《英语世界》杂志社将联合南开大学、中国翻译协会社科翻译委员会、四川省翻译协会和成都通译翻译有限公司共同举办第三届“《英语世界》杯”翻译大赛。欢迎广大英语爱好者，包括在书山学海奋力跋涉的莘莘学子，热情参与，晒秀佳译。

一、大赛形式：

本次大赛为英汉翻译，参赛原文发布于商务印书馆网站（http://www.xiexiebang.com/theworldofenglish）。

二、参赛要求：

1．参赛者年龄、性别、学历不限。

2．参赛译文须独立完成，不接受合作译稿。

3.参赛译文及个人信息于截稿日期前发送至电子邮箱（wefyds2012@sina.com）：

（1）邮件主题请标明“翻译大赛”；

（2）以附件一形式发送参赛者个人信息，文件名“参赛者信息”，内容包括：姓名、性别、出生年月日、学校或工作单位、通信地址（邮编）、电子邮箱和电话；

（3）以附件二形式发送参赛译文，文件名“参赛译文正文”，内文规格：黑色小四号宋体，1.5倍行距，两端对齐。

4.仅第一次投稿有效，不接受修改后的再投稿件。

5.在大赛截稿之日前妥善保存参赛译文，勿在报刊、网络等任何媒体或以任何方式公布，否则将取消参赛资格并承担由此造成的一切后果。

三、大赛时间：

截稿日期：2012年7月20日24时整。

评奖公布日期：2012年10月，在《英语世界》杂志、微博和博客中公布大赛评审结果。

四、奖项设置：

所有投稿将由主办单位共同组织专家进行评审，分设一、二、三等奖及优秀奖。一、二、三等奖获奖者将颁发奖金、证书和纪念品，优秀奖获奖者将颁发证书。

五、联系方式：

为办好本届翻译大赛，保证此项赛事的公平、公正，我们成立了大赛组委会，负责整个大赛活动的组织、实施和评审工作。组委会办公室设在《英语世界》编辑部，电话/传真：010-65539242。

六、特别说明：

1.本届翻译大赛不收取任何费用。

2.本届翻译大赛只接受电子版投稿，不接受纸质投稿。

3.参赛译文一经发现抄袭现象，即取消参赛资格。

《英语世界》杂志社

2012年5月v

第二篇：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.）

第三篇：第五届“《英语世界》杯”翻译大赛比赛原文

Limbo

By Rhonda Lucas

My parents’ divorce was final.The house had been sold and the day had come to move.Thirty years of the family’s life was now crammed into the garage.The two-by-fours that ran the length of the walls were the only uniformity among the clutter of boxes, furniture, and memories.All was frozen in limbo between the life just passed and the one to come.The sunlight pushing its way through the window splattered against a barricade of boxes.Like a fluorescent river, it streamed down the sides and flooded the cracks of the cold, cement floor.I stood in the doorway between the house and garage and wondered if the sunlight would ever again penetrate the memories packed inside those boxes.For an instant, the cardboard boxes appeared as tombstones, monuments to those memories.The furnace in the corner, with its huge tubular fingers reaching out and disappearing into the wall, was unaware of the futility of trying to warm the empty house.The rhythmical whir of its effort hummed the elegy for the memories boxed in front of me.I closed the door, sat down on the step, and listened reverently.The feeling of loss transformed the bad memories into not-so-bad, the not-so-bad memories into good, and committed the good ones to my mind.Still, I felt as vacant as the house inside.A workbench to my right stood disgustingly empty.Not so much as a nail had been left behind.I noticed, for the first time, what a dull, lifeless green it was.Lacking the disarray of tools that used to cover it, now it seemed as out of place as a bathtub in the kitchen.In fact, as I scanned the room, the only things that did seem to belong were the cobwebs in the corners.A group of boxes had been set aside from the others and stacked in front of the workbench.Scrawled like graffiti on the walls of dilapidated buildings were the words “Salvation Army.” Those words caught my eyes as effectively as a flashing neon sign.They reeked of irony.“Salvation-was a bit too late for this family,” I mumbled sarcastically to myself.The houseful of furniture that had once been so carefully chosen to complement and blend with the color schemes of the various rooms was indiscriminately crammed together against a single wall.The uncoordinated colors combined in turmoil and lashed out in the greyness of the room.I suddenly became aware of the coldness of the garage, but I didn’t want to go back inside the house, so I made my way through the boxes to the couch.I cleared a space to lie down and curled up, covering myself with my jacket.I hoped my father would return soon with the truck so we could empty the garage and leave the cryptic silence of parting lives behind.（选自Patterns: A Short Prose Reader, by Mary Lou Conlin, published by Houghton Mifflin, 1983.）

第五届“《英语世界》杯”翻译大赛通知

“《英语世界》杯”翻译大赛肇始于2010年，由商务印书馆《英语世界》杂志社主办。为推动翻译学科的进一步发展，促进中外文化交流，我们将秉承“给力英语学习，探寻翻译之星”的理念，于2014年5月继续举办第五届“《英语世界》杯”翻译大赛，诚邀广大翻译爱好者积极参与，比秀佳译。

本届大赛由悉尼翻译学院独家赞助。悉尼翻译学院成立于2009年，是在澳大利亚教育部注册的一家专业翻译学院。学院相关课程由澳大利亚翻译认证管理局（NAATI）认证。该院面向海内外招生，以构建“一座跨文化的桥梁”为目标，力图培养具有国际视野和跨文化意识的涉及多语种的口笔译人才。

大赛赞助单位

悉尼翻译学院

大赛合作单位

中国翻译协会社科翻译委员会

四川省翻译协会

南开大学

成都通译翻译有限公司

上海翻译家协会

广东省翻译协会

湖北省翻译理论与教学研究会

陕西省翻译协会

江苏省翻译协会

大赛顾问委员会

王学东（中国翻译协会副会长、中央编译局副局长）

仲伟合（中国翻译协会副会长、广东省翻译协会会长、广东外语外贸大学校长）许钧（中国翻译协会常务副会长、江苏省翻译协会会长、南京大学研究生院常务副院长）柴明熲（上海翻译家协会副会长、上海外国语大学高级翻译学院院长）连真然（四川省翻译协会副会长）

胡宗峰（陕西省翻译协会副会长、西北大学外国语学院副院长）

李瑞林（西安外国语大学高级翻译学院院长）

华先发（华中师范大学外语学院英语系主任）

大赛评委会

主任

刘士聪（南开大学外国语学院教授、博士生导师）

评委

陈国华（北京外国语大学教授、博士生导师）

曹明伦（四川大学外国语学院教授、博士生导师）

张文（北京第二外国语学院教授）

钱多秀（北京航空航天大学外国语学院副院长兼翻译系主任）

方华文（苏州大学外国语学院教授）

王丽丽（中共中央编译局中央文献翻译部英文处副译审、副处长）

魏庆阳（悉尼翻译学院院长）

魏令查（《英语世界》主编）

一、大赛形式

本届大赛为英汉翻译，参赛启事以及原文发布于商务印书馆网站

（http://.cn/）、《英语世界》2014年第5期、《英语世界》官方博客（http://blog.sina.com.cn/theworldofenglish）以及《英语世界》微信公众平台上。

二、参赛要求

1、参赛者国籍、年龄、性别、学历不限。

2、参赛译文须独立完成，不接受合作译稿。

3、参赛译文及个人信息于截稿日期前发送至电子邮箱：yysjfyds@sina.com。

（1）邮件主题标明“翻译大赛”；

（2）以附件一形式发送参赛者个人信息，文件名“XXX个人信息”，内容包括：姓名、性别、出生年月日、学校或工作单位、通信地址（邮编）、电子邮箱和电话；

（3）以附件二形式发送参赛译文，文件名“XXX参赛译文”，内文规格：黑色小四号宋体，1.5倍行距，两端对齐。

4、仅第一次投稿有效，不接受修改后的再投稿件。

5、在大赛截稿之日前，妥善保存参赛译文，勿在报刊、网络等任何媒体或以任何方式公布，违者取消参赛资格并承担由此造成的一切后果。

三、大赛时间

起止日期：2014年5月1日零时～2014年7月20日24时。

奖项公布时间：2014年10月，在《英语世界》杂志、微博、博客和微信公众平台上公布大赛评审结果。

四、奖项设置

所有投稿将由主办单位组织专家进行评审，分设一、二、三等奖及优秀奖。一、二、三等奖获奖者将颁发奖金、奖品和证书，优秀奖获奖者将颁发证书和纪念奖。

五、联系方式

为办好本届翻译大赛，保证此项赛事的公平、公正，特成立大赛组委会，负责整个大赛的组织、实施和评审工作。组委会办公室设在《英语世界》编辑部，电话/传真010-65539242。

六、特别说明

1、本届翻译大赛不收取任何费用。

2、本届翻译大赛只接受电子版投稿，不接受纸质投稿。

3、参赛译文一经发现抄袭或雷同，即取消涉事者参赛资格。

第四篇：2014世界杯比赛日期

比赛日期

时间

对阵

组别 A1-A2 A3-A4 B1-B2 B3-B4 C1-C2 D1-D2 D3-D4 C3-C4 E1-E2 E3-E4 F1-F2 G1-G2 F3-F4 G3-G4 H1-H2 A1-A3 H3-H4 B4-B2 B1-B3 A4-A2 C1-C3 D1-D3 C4-C2 D4-D2 E1-E3 E4-E2 F1-F3

比赛地圣保罗纳塔尔萨尔瓦多库亚巴贝洛奥里藏特福塔莱萨马瑙斯福塔莱萨巴西利亚阿雷格里港里约热内卢萨尔瓦多库里奇巴纳塔尔贝洛奥里藏特福塔莱萨库亚巴阿雷格里港里约热内卢马瑙斯巴西利亚圣保罗纳塔尔累西腓萨尔瓦多库里奇巴贝洛奥里藏特

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