江西省第三届英语翻译大赛决赛试题[五篇材料]

第一篇：江西省第三届英语翻译大赛决赛试题

江西省第三届英语翻译大赛决赛试题

(2011-10-23，时间150分钟)

一、将下列短文译成汉语（50分）:

Nature and Art

Nature contains the elements, in colour and form, of all pictures, as the keyboard contains the notes of all music.But the artist is born to pick, and choose, and group with science, these elements, that the result may be beautiful—as the musician gathers his notes, and forms his chords, until he brings forth from the chaos glorious harmony.To say to the painter, that Nature is to be taken as she is, is to say to the player, that he may sit on the piano…

The dignity of the snow-capped mountain is lost in distinctness, but the joy of the tourist is to recognize the traveller on the top.The desire to see, for the sake of seeing, is, with the mass, alone the one to be gratified, hence the delight in detail.And when the evening mist clothes the riverside with poetry, as with a veil, and the poor buildings lose themselves in the dim sky, and the tall chimneys become campanili, and the warehouses are palaces in the night, and the whole city hangs in the heavens, and fairy-land is before us—then the wayfarer hastens home;the working man and the cultured one, the wise man and the one of pleasure, cease to understand, as they have ceased to see, and Nature, who, for once, has sung in tune, sings her exquisite song to the artist alone, her son and her master—her son in that loves her, her master in that he knows her.To him her secrets are unfolded, to him her lessons have become gradually clear.He looks at her flower, not with the enlarging lens, that may gather facts for the botanist, but with the light of the one who sees in her choice selection of brilliant tones and delicate tints, suggestions of future harmonies.He does not confine himself to purposeless copying, without thought, each blade of grass, as commended by the inconsequent, but, in the long curve of the narrow leaf, corrected by the straight tall stem, he learns how grace is wedded to dignity.How strength enhances sweetness, that elegance shall be the result.In the citron wing of the pale butterfly, with its dainty spots of orange, he sees before him the stately halls of fair gold, with their slender saffron pillars, and is taught how the delicate drawing high upon the walls shall be traced in tender tones of orpiment, and repeated by the base in notes of graver hue.In all that is dainty and lovable he finds hints for his own combinations, and thus is Nature ever his resource and always at his service, and to him is naught refused.Through his brain, as through the last alembic, is distilled the refined essence of that thought which began with the Gods, and which they left him to carry out.Set apart by them to complete their works, he produces that wondrous thing called the masterpiece, which surpasses in perfection all that they have contrived in what is called Nature;and the Gods stand by and marvel, and perceive how far away more beautiful is the Venus of Melos than was their own Eve.二、将下列短文译成英语（50分）:

出生在天津的美国作家

岁月悠悠。一晃也是如云如烟的往事了。1981年秋，天津作家协会刚刚恢复工作，曾任美国作家联盟主席的约翰·赫赛（John Hersey）到天津来了。他是自费来中国旅游，又是特地来重温故乡之梦的。

天津怎么是赫赛的故乡呢？原来他父亲是美国传教士，曾任天津基督教青年会（YMCA :Young Men's Christian Association）干事多年；他母亲应南开中学邀请到南开中学任英语教师。随他来的翻译多说了几句，说他母亲教出了一位世界知名的人物，那就是周恩来。说他曾经玩笑地说，他是在母亲的肚皮里就已经认识这位伟大的人物了。他1914年出生在天津，11岁离开天津，回到美国。但天津一直留在他的心头，1939年和1945年都来重温过故乡之梦，这次是第三次了。

赫赛这次重温故乡之梦，做了一定的准备。随来他的翻译又多说了几句，说他在北京请人为他译读了天津作家的一些作品，对孙梨的《荷花淀》与方纪的《来访者》评价很高，这就看出他对人生和现实的态度了。

转天，我应邀到他房间去长谈。他把微型录音机放在茶几上，要把我的原话和翻译的译语都录下来。他要我介绍唐山大地震给天津带来的灾难，又要我介绍天津作家的情况，说那两次重返故乡，他都没听说过天津也有作家，特别是听到作家写作不仅拿稿费而且月月有薪金时，仿佛是一大发现，惊奇得在笔记本上做了记录。我也顺势提出一问，他又是怎么靠稿费维持生活的。他说他在作家身份之外还兼具记者和教授的两种身份。这样既保证了生活的收入，又丰富了创作的源泉，也开拓了学识的领域。他的许多小说都是从报告文学中升华出来的，还有一些作品是在教学中酝酿成熟的。

参考译文

自然与艺术

就色彩和形状而论，大自然包含所有图画的元素，就像键盘包含所有音乐的音符一样。艺术家的天职就是对这些元素进行选择，将它们巧妙地糅合起来，构成一幅美丽的图画——就像音乐家用声音谱成和音，从混乱无序的声音中创作出动听和谐的乐曲一样。

如果对画家说他可以照大自然本来的样子画，就等于对演奏家说他可以一屁股坐在钢琴的键盘上……

白雪皑皑的高山若是变得清晰可见就失去了它的威严，但观光者却因为能看见山顶上的游客而喜形于色。大多数人是为了看见而要看见，只是为了使这个愿望得到满足而已，因此他们仅以能看见细节为快。

当傍晚富有诗意的迷雾象柔纱般地笼罩着河边，破旧的建筑消失在朦胧的天空，高高的烟囱变成一座座钟楼，大大小小的仓库恍如夜间的宫殿，整个城市悬在了空中，宛若仙境展现在我们眼前，那时候，路上的人们匆匆走路回家；劳动者和文化人，智者和浪子，因为他们熟视无睹，他们也就不能理解，而只在此时才开始歌唱的大自然便把自己微妙的歌唱给艺术家——她的儿子和她的主人；说他是儿子是因为他爱她，说他是主人是因为他理解她。

只有对他，她才展现她的秘密，只有对他，她的内涵才逐渐变得清晰。他观察着她的花朵，不是用为植物学家采集实据的放大镜，而是用一种眼光，她用这种眼光在她精选的灿烂色调和精妙色彩中可以看见即将诞生的画面是多么和谐。他并非不假思索地描摹每一片草叶，如同那些不谙此道的人们所赞扬的那样，而是在又高又直的茎干上的细长叶弯里，他发现，优雅和尊严融为一体，力量使它更加温柔，而后才产生了高雅。

在蝴蝶那淡淡的香橼色并布满雅致的橘黄斑点的翅膀上，他看见庄严的金色大厅就在眼前，还有又细又高的金黄顶柱，并且懂得了那高墙上精巧的图画要用轻柔的雄黄色调来描绘，并要以更加庄重的色调为底色将其绘制下来。

在所有这些雅致和可爱的元素里，他得到如何进行融合的启示，这样，大自然就成了他取之不尽的源泉，随时为他服务，对他从不拒绝。

通过他的大脑，如同通过最后一道蒸馏器一样，那发端于诸神，并由诸神托付他去实现的思想精髓得以净化。

由于受到诸神的青睐去完成他们的作品，他创作了被称之为杰作的绝妙之作，它的完美超出诸神在大自然里所创造的一切；他们站在一旁，惊叹不已，并发现米洛斯岛上的维纳斯像比他们自己的夏娃要美丽得多。

第二部分：汉译英译文（50分）

An American Writer Who Was Born in Tianjin

It has been gone like smoke and clouds.How time flies!In the autumn of 1981 when Tianjin Writers’ Association has just resumed its normal function in the wake of the Cultural Revolution, Mr.John Hersey, Ex-Chairman of American Writers’ Federation, came to Tianjin.He had come to China as a tourist and made a point of coming to see his former home there.How come Tianjin had become Hersey’s hometown? What happened was that his father, a missionary from America, was in charge of Tianjin YMCA for many years and his mother, at the request of NankaiMiddle School, was there teaching English.His interpreter offered a few humorous remarks that at NankaiMiddle School his mother had taught a student that later became a world-known figure and this student was none other than Zhou Enlai.He added that Hersey had once said half jokingly that he had known this great figure when he was still in his mother’s womb.He was born in Tianjin in 1914, and left for America at the age of eleven.But Tianjin had always been to the fore of his mind.He had visited Tianjin twice earlier, the first one in 1939 and the second in 1946, and this was his third visit.Hersey was well prepared for his visit to Tianjin.His interpreter again offered some extra information that, while in Beijing, he had asked someone to translate and read to him in English some works by Tianjin writers and he had a high opinion of “The Lotus Lake” by Sun Li and “The Visitor” by Fang Ji, and that gave us a glimpse of his attitude toward life and how he looked at social realities.The next day I was invited to the hotel where he stayed and we had a long talk in his room.He put his pocket recorder on the tea table, saying he wanted to note down what I was going to say as it was being interpreted.He asked how Tianjin was affected by the Tangshan earthquake and then he said he would like to be furnished with some information about Tianjin writers, because, during his previous visits to Tianjin, it had never occurred to him that there was any writer in this city.When he learned that writers in China were paid regular salaries, apart from contribution fees for their writings, he was so amazed that he put it in his notebook as if he had discovered something unusual.Picking up the topic from where he left off I asked how he had managed to make a living by writing and he said he was currently employed as a journalist for a newspaper and a professor at a university.His employment in the two occupations not only provided him with materials for creative writing and widened the range of his learning.Some of his novels were developed on the reportage he had written as a journalist and others were conceived while he was teaching at university.江西省第三届英语翻译大赛优秀译文选登

自然·艺术

若夫所有图像之元素，其或色彩缤纷，或形态各异，皆容于自然造化，宛如所有音乐之音符，尽集于琴键焉。

然于此元素间，从艺者生而择其中，巧以聚合，而得华美之作也――恰如谱乐者揽集音符，成以和弦，直至繁杂之音转于悦耳和谐之曲。

至于作画者，若自然可如其原样照以描绘，奏乐者岂非可将己置于钢琴之上而奏曲乎……

山峦覆于雪，若其貌清晰可辨，则失壮观之威严，而观光者且因可览山巅之游人而乐也。为博一观，仅使此愿得以满，故其以可观细微之处为快。

夜雾笼罩河畔之时，犹如一面纱遮盖，富有诗韵灵气。破败之楼厦，销匿于昏沉长空；高耸之烟囱，恍若钟鼎之楼宇；座座仓廒，于夜间似宫殿，全城悬于空，佛若仙境现于前――当是时，旅者行色匆匆而返家；劳作者与工文者，智贤者及浪迹者，皆因无视之而终不可思解也。然是时，自然始吟悦耳之妙曲，且独为艺术者而歌――其子及其主――名曰其子，概因爱之；曰其主，因知其心也。

仅于之，其奥秘俱呈，其教益渐显。赏其花，不使专研植物之辈以收集物据之放大镜片，而从自然所选炫丽之色调，精致细微之染色以观之，然可见即现之画竟如此和谐焉。

其不愿以无目的无思想之式复描每寸叶片，若彼不明此理之人而对其称道；而于狭长叶片中细长回旋之纹理，由直长之主茎扶正，乃知优雅与尊严共存。刚固其柔，则出优雅。

于苍白洁颜的蝶之翼，香橼之色泛其中，橘色斑点布其表，犹为秀雅，若壮观大厅呈于前，修以金色饰雕，撑以精细梁柱，且知壁顶之精妙画作需以纤柔雌黄之色以描绘，以愈为凝重之色为基奠而绘之。

于此所有雅致及可爱之处，其得何以与万物相融之暗示，故自然成其创作之源泉，且永为之服务，无所以拒。

可谓始于众神之思想精髓，留于其以实现，经其大脑，如经最后一蒸馏器以净化。

受于众神以成其作，造以堪称杰作之奇作，至于众神于自然所造之一切，皆无以逾越其完美也。众神站于旁且惊叹不绝，并感米洛斯之维纳斯远比其夏娃甚美之。

An American Writer Born In Tianjin

As time flies, the past occurrence has gone with the clouds and winds.It was in the autumn of 1981 when Tianjin Writers' Association just renewed its work that John Hersey, the former chairman of American Writer's Federation, came to Tianjin.He travelled to China at his own expense and visited Tianjin with special purpose of reviewing his childhood memory in his birthplace.How could Tianjin be Hersey's birthplace? It was because his father—An American missionary—had worked as the Administrative Secretary of YMCA for many years and his mother was teaching English there, at the request of Nankai Middle School.The interpreter in company with him told us that Hersey's mother was the teacher of Zhou Enlai—a world famous figure.And Mr.John had once joked that he had known Zhou Enlai even before he was born.Hersey was born in 1914 in Tianjin and left for America at the age of 11.However, the memory of the city had been lingering in his mind.This was the third visit to his birthplace, the first being in 1939 and the second in 1945.Hersey had made lots of preparations for this return.His interpreter added that Mr.John had asked someone to translate some works of writers of Tianjin origin during his stay in Beijing and particularly he had spoken highly of Sun Li's “ The Marsh with Blooming Lotus Flowers” and Fang Ji's “The Visitor”, from which we can have a glimpse of Mr.John's attitude towards Life and Reality.The next day, I was invited to his room and had a long face-to-face talk with Hersey.He put a mini-tape recorder on the tea table to record our talk together with the interpretation.He was eager to know everything about Tianjin, especially about Tianjin-born writers, as well as the calamity brought to Tianjin by the devastating Tangshan Earthquake.He told me that he had been to Tianjin twice before, but he'd never heard of Tianjin-born writers, nor did he have any idea that Chinese writers not only got paid by writing, but also have regular salary every month.As if he had made a big discovery, he noted down the finding on a notebook with surprise.On seeing that, I took a chance to ask him a question, for I was curious about how he sustained his living merely by writing.He replied that he was not only a writer, but also worked as a reporter and professor.In this way, he, on the one hand, ensured his means of livelihood;on the other hand, he enriched his source of creation and broadened his knowledge on various fields.Most of his novels were distilled from his reportage, and some other works were written on the basis of inspiration gained in teaching.

第二篇：江西省第四届英语翻译大赛决赛试题

江西省第四届英语翻译大赛决赛试题(普通组)

(2012-10-20，时间150分钟)

第一部分

英译汉（50分）

It’s time to plant the bulbs.But I put it off as long as possible because planting bulbs mean making space in borders which are still flowering.Pulling out all the annuals which nature has allowed to erupt in overpowering purple, orange and pink, a final cry of joy.That would almost be murder, and so I wait until the first night frost anaesthetizes all the flowers with a cold, a creaky crust that causes them to wither;a very gentle death.Now I wander through my garden indecisively, trying to hold on to the last days of late summer.The trees are plump with leafy splendor.The birch is softly rustling gold, which is now fluttering down like an unending stream of confetti.Soon November will be approaching with its autumn storms and leaden clouds hanging above your head like soaking wet rags.Just let it stay like this, I think, gazing at the huge mysterious shadows the trees conjure up on the shining green meadows, the cows languidly flicking their tails.Everything breathes an air of stillness, the silence rent by the exuberant color of asters, dahlias, sunflowers and roses.The mornings begin chilly.The evenings give you shivers and cold feet in bed.But in the middle of the day the sun breaks through, evaporating the mist on the grass, butterflies and wasps appear and cobwebs glisten against windows like silver lace.The harvest of a whole year’s hard work is on the trees and bushes;berries, beech mast, chestnuts, and acorns.Suddenly, I think of my youngest daughter, living now in Amsterdam.Very soon she will call and ask “Have you planted the bulbs yet?” Then I will answer teasingly that actually I’m waiting until she comes to help me.And then we will both be overcome by nostalgia, because once we always did that together.One entire sunny autumn afternoon, when she was three and a half years old, she helped me with all enthusiasm and joyfulness of her age.It was one of the last afternoons that I had her around, because her place in school has been already reserved.She wandered around so happily carefree with her little bucket and spade, covering the bulbs with earth and calling out “Night, night” or “Sleep night”, her little voice chattering constantly on.She discovered “baby bulbs”, “kiddie bulbs”, and “mummy and daddy bulbs”, the latter snuggling cozily together.While we were both working so industriously, I watched my kid very deliberately.She was such a tiny thing, between an infant and a toddler, with such a round little tummy.Every autumn, throughout her childhood, we repeated the ritual of planting the bulbs together.Every autumn I saw her changing, the toddler became a schoolgirl, a straightforward realist, full of drive.Never once dreamy, her hands in her pockets;no longer happily indulging in her fantasies.The schoolgirl developed long legs, her jaw-line changed, she had her hair cut.It was autumn again that I thought “bye roses, bye butterflies, bye schoolgirl”.I listened to her stories while we painstakingly burrowed in the earth, planting the promise of spring.第二部分 汉译英（50分）

旅客似乎是十分轻松的人，实际上却相当辛苦。旅客不用上班，却必须受时间的约束；爱做什么就做什么，却必须受钱包的限制；爱去哪里就去哪里，却必须把几件行李蜗牛壳一般带在身上。旅客最可怕的恶梦，是钱和证件一起遗失，沦为来历不明的乞丐。旅客最难把握的东西，便是气候。

我现在就是这样的旅客。从西班牙南端一直旅行到英国的北端，我经历了各样的气候，已经到了寒暑不侵的境界。此刻我正坐在中世纪古堡改装的旅馆里，为读者写稿，刚刚黎明，湿灰灰的云下是苏格兰中部荒莽的林木，林外是隐隐的青山。晓寒袭人，我坐在厚达尺许的石墙里，穿了一件毛衣。如果要走下回旋长梯像走下古堡之肠，去坡下的野径漫步寻幽，还得披上一件够厚的外套。

从台湾的定义讲来，西欧几乎没有夏天。昼蝉夜蛙，汗流浃背，是台湾的夏天。在西欧的大城，例如巴黎和伦敦，七月中旬走在阳光下，只觉得温暧舒适，并不出汗。西欧的旅馆和汽车，例皆不备冷气，因为就算天热，也是几天就过去了，值不得为避暑费事。我在西班牙、法国、英国各地租车长途旅行，其车均无冷气，只能扇风。

巴黎的所谓夏天，像是台北的深夜，早晚上街，凉风袭时，一件毛衣还不足御寒。如果你走到塞纳河边，风力加上水气，更需要一件风衣才行。下午日暖，单衣便够，可是一走到楼影或树荫里，便嫌单衣太薄。地面如此，地下却又不同。巴黎的地车比纽约、伦敦、马德里的都好，却相当闷热，令人穿不住毛衣。所以地上地下，穿穿脱脱，也颇麻烦。

江西省第四届英语翻译大赛参考译文（普通组）

一、英译汉

到了栽种球茎植物的时候了。我却是能拖则拖，因为栽种球茎得在园篱处腾出空间，而此时篱上仍开着朵朵鲜花。把一年生植物强行拔起，掐死造化恩赐的紫绛、橘黄和浅红这一片烂漫，阻断自然界的最后欢声，简直无异于谋杀。所以我要等待第一个霜降之夜，等待花瓣全部沾上一层冷冽的霜晶，蒙无知觉中自行凋零，和婉地寿终正寝。我在园中徜徉，拿不定主意，只求留住残夏的最后几天。

树叶犹盛，光鲜可人。白桦婆娑轻摇，一片片金色的叶子飘飘落地，有如一溜不绝如缕的庆典彩纸。11月行将降临，带来秋的凄风苦雨和铅灰色阴云，像浸水的抹布一样压在你的头顶。但愿眼下的好天气会持续下去，我这样想，一边注视着树木在绿油油的草地上投下的幢幢诡谲黑影，还有倦慵地甩动尾巴的牛群。一片静谧，惟有紫苑、大丽菊、向日葵和玫瑰的浓艳色彩似在撕裂四下的沉寂。

清晨时分，天气凛冽，到了夜晚，你打起了哆嗦，躺在床上双脚冰凉。但在正午时分，阳光拨开云层，将雾霭化作蒸气，在草地上升腾。蝴蝶和黄蜂开始出没，蛛网犹如丝带，挂在窗前闪出银光。树梢上和灌木丛里凝结了整整一年的辛劳，浆果、毛栗、板栗和橡实等着收获归仓。

突然，我想到如今客居阿姆斯特丹的幼女。这两天，她定会打来电话来问:“球茎植物种下了吗?”随即我会用打趣的口吻回答说，老妈正等着她来帮忙下种呢。接着母女双双陷入怀旧的情思，因为从前有段时间我们总是合作下种的，她才3岁半的那年，一个秋阳万里的午后，女儿曾怀着她那年龄特有的全部踊跃和欢乐，做过我的帮手。

生活中女儿绕膝的下午不多了，因为学校已给她留出一个名额。她带上自己的小桶和铲子，兴高采烈又无忧无虑地满园子跑，给球茎培掩泥土的同时，用尖细的嗓子一遍又一遍聒噪着“晚安，晚安”或是“睡个好觉”。她还分别发现了“贝贝种”和“娃娃种”，还有“妈妈爸爸种”，后者指的是那些亲密依偎的球茎种。两人辛苦劳作的同时，我曾留意审视孩子：真是个小不点儿，出了襁褓，挺着个圆滚滚的小肚子刚开始蹒跚学步。

在女儿童年期的每个秋季，我们履行仪式似的种下球茎植物，而每个秋季我都注意到女儿身上发生的变化。学步小儿长大成了女学生，成为一个充满进取心又坦率直面现实的人，从不把双手插在口袋里想入非非，再不靠恣意幻想而自得其乐。女学生的双腿变得修长，下颏的轮廓线变了，要上理发店剪发了。秋季再次来临时，我在心里默念：“别了，玫瑰；别了，蝴蝶；别了，女学生。”当我们使劲在泥土里掘洞，种下明春的希望时，我在倾听女儿述说她的故事。

二、汉译英

Light-hearted as he seems, a traveler is in fact under great stress.Though on vacation, he is nevertheless subject to the restraint of time.He can do whatever he likes on the trip, but he has to keep the expenditure within the limits of his pocket.Wherever he goes, he has to take with him his cumbersome hand luggage.He faces the most horrible possibility of losing his money and credentials, which will reduce himself to a pauper of unknown background.And, besides, he can never be sure of the weather.That’s what I’m like now.I’ve traveled all the way from the southern tip of Spain to the northern tip of England, experiencing a variety of climates until I’ve become apathetic to the elements.I’m now sitting in a medieval castle turned hotel, writing an article for my readers.The day is just dawning.In Central Scotland, there lies under the gray wet clouds a wild wooded region, beyond which a green mountain stands faintly visible.In the chilly air of the early morning, I have to be dressed in a woolen sweater while sitting on a stone wall one foot on thickness.But I need, in addition, an outer garment to keep me warm in case I come down the spiral staircase—the intestines of the castle—to take a stroll along an unfrequented path down the mountain slope in search of secluded places of quiet beauty.By Taiwan standards, Western Europe has practically no summer at all.Summer in Taiwan is characterized by man’s copious perspiration as well as daytime chirping of cicadas and nightly croaking of frogs while in big European cities, like Paris and London, the mid-July temperature is so moderate and comfortable that none sweat even in the sun.Hotels and cars in Western Europe are usually not air-conditioned because hot days are so few that people don’t bother about having a cooler.The cars I hired for long-distance driving in Spain, France and England had fans, but no air-conditioning.The climate of Paris in summer is like that of Taipei at night.When you go out on an early morning or late evening, your woolen sweater will be hardly warm enough to keep out the nip in the air.When you walk along the Seine, where it is even chillier due to the strong wind coupled with the cold waters, you have to wear a windcheater.Then，all you need is just an unlined garment in the afternoon when it is warm, but you’ll feel like putting on more when you are under the shade of buildings or trees.That’s all for things aboveground.Now things underground.The subway of Paris is better than that of New York, London or Madrid, but it is so hot and stuffy that you feel like taking off your woolen sweater.Consequently you’ll be annoyed by having to don or doff your clothes now and then, depending on whether you’re aboveground or underground.江西省第四届英语翻译大赛决赛试题(专科组)

-第一部分英译汉（50分）

The Pond

A lake is the landscape's most beautiful and expressive feature.It is earth's eye;looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature.The fluviatile trees next the shore are the slender eyelashes which fringe it, and the wooded hills and cliffs around are its overhanging brows.Standing on the smooth sandy beach at the east end of the pond, in a calm September afternoon, when a slight haze makes the opposite shore-line indistinct, I have seen whence came the expression, “the glassy surface of a lake.” When you invert your head, it looks like a thread of finest gossamer stretched across the valley, and gleaming against the distant pine woods, separating one stratum of the atmosphere from another.You would think that you could walk dry under it to the opposite hills, and that the swallows which skim over might perch on it.Indeed, they sometimes dive below this line, as it were by mistake, and are undeceived.As you look over the pond westward you are obliged to employ both your hands to defend your eyes against the reflected as well as the true sun, for they are equally bright;and if, between the two, you survey its surface critically, it is literally as smooth as glass, except where the skater insects, at equal intervals scattered over its whole extent, by their motions in the sun produce the finest imaginable sparkle on it, or, perchance, a duck plumes itself, or, as I have said, a swallow skims so low as to touch it.It may be that in the distance a fish describes an arc of three or four feet in the air, and there is one bright flash where it emerges, and another where it strikes the water;sometimes the whole silvery arc is revealed;or here and there, perhaps, is a thistle-down floating on its surface, which the fishes dart at and so dimple it again.第二部分 汉译英（50分）

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；用堑破开吧，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。一年，来了一个石匠，为我家洗一台石磨，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夹。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。人人都骂它是丑石，它真是丑得不能再丑的丑石了。

江西省第四届英语翻译大赛参考译文（专科组）

第一部分 英译汉（50分）

池塘

瓦尔登湖，迤逦怡人，乃最为传神之景色。它恍如大地之灵眸，谁若深窥其中，可探其灵魂之深处。湖边林木，栖水而生，宛若“眸”之纤长睫毛;群山蓊绿，嶂崖环绕，如“眸”之高突悬眉。

九月午后，恬静安然，湖东沙滩，平坦柔滑，我轻轻驻足。水面薄雾萦绕，模糊了彼岸线。此时，“湖面如镜”，油然而生。回头窥望，湖面仿似一席薄纱，轻盈剔透，铺展谷间，映衬着远方松林，闪闪发光，恍似隔开了大气的一层和另一层。此时，你不禁遐思：自己从底而过，却身裳不沾，顺达对面山脚;你不禁遐想：燕子掠过，栖停于上，却事与现违，往往欲俯冲直下，疑是偶犯的错误，继而恍然大悟，重驰蓝空。循西望湖，你不得不伸手护眼，一方面挡住直射的阳光，一方面挡住湖面反射的阳光，只因二者亮度相当。此时，若仍能审慎判断出湖面，就正应了那句话---“波平如镜”。阳光照耀下，时而有些许掠水虫，点触水面，折射出妙不可言的粼粼波光，继而错间均匀地散憩湖面。时而有水鸭梳理翎毛，时而如上所言，燕子低掠而过，触碰湖面。时而远处有鱼跃出水面，携出一道银光，腾空勾勒出三四英尺的弧线后，转而蹿回水里，携入另一道银光。有时整道弧光银星烁烁，完美呈现。时而蓟草漂浮水上，鱼儿朝之一跃，激起片片涟漪。

第二部分 汉译英（50分）

I used 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 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 it 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 wouldn’t bother to break it in half with a chisel because the river bank was nearby, where he 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 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 it.As 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 marble on which words or flowers could be carved, nor like a smooth big bluish stone People used to wash their clothes on.The stone just lay there in silence, enjoying no shading from the Pagoda trees by the yard, nor flowers growing around it As a result weeds multiplied and stretched all over it, their stems and tendrils gradually covered with dark green spots of moss.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 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 to P of it，which was filled with water on rainy days.Three days after a rainfall, usually, when the 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 scolding, 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.江西省第四届英语翻译大赛优秀译文选登1(特等奖作品)

In the outsiders’ eyes, a traveler seems to be very cozy.However, he lives a life on the contrary.Being a tourist, you don’t have to go to your office, but you must obey the rule of time.You can do anything you want, only if your have enough money in your purse.And you can go wherever you want, but you have to carry your heavy luggage like a snail.For a traveler, the most tragic thing is losing both of your money and certificates, and then you become an unknown beggar without any identification.This is no other than a nightmare.The most overwhelming difficulty for a traveler to predict is the climate.Now, that becomes who I am.I have gone through a variety of climates ranged from the southern Spain to the north of Britain.It seems to me that any kind of cold or heat will not make me yield.At present, I am sitting in a hotel renovated from a medieval castle and writing an article for my readers.It’s just dawning.In the central of Scotland, the wild deserted woods and the indistinct mountain beyond are silently dormant under the thick, wet grey clouds.I feel really cold.Not only because of the cold morning air, but also because I am just wearing one sweater and sitting inside a room built up by several-thick stones.If you walk down the spiral staircase, which is like an intestine of the old castle, to go outside and goof around for the beauty and tranquility of the nature, you will need a garment that is thick enough to keep you warm.By the viewpoints of Taiwanese, Western Europe seldom has a summer.If you stay in Taiwan for a summer, you will hear cicadas chirping during the day and frogs croaking in the night.And your shirt is always full of the smelly sweat.But in some big cities of Western Europe, such as Paris and London, the case is different.In the middle July of Western Europe, the sunshine makes you feel only warm and comfortable.If you walk under the sunlight, your clothes will never wet with sweat.There is no hotel or bus fitted with an air-conditioner in Western Europe.Even though it is rather hot, you don’t have to spend your time on avoiding the heat.All you need to do is to bear it because it won’t last long.I traveled long distances in rental cars through Spain, France, and Britain.And I found all of cars there have no air-conditioner except fans.The so-called summer in Paris is like the late night of Taipei.whenever you go to the streets, whether it is day or night, when confronting the cold air, a sweater can never satisfy your needs.If you walk along the riverside of Seine, you have to wear another piece of clothing in order to protect yourself from the cold air coupled with the chilly water vapor.It is warmer in the afternoon.At this time, a piece of clothing is enough.However, when walking in the shadow of blocks or trees, you will think about wearing more clothes.Besides, the temperature varies greatly between the aboveground and the underground.The subway of Paris is better than that of London, New York and Madrid.Nevertheless, it is rather hot and stuffy.You may have the intention to take off all your sweaters.Hence, walking between these two worlds, you will find it is really annoying to have your clothes on and off constantly.江西省第四届英语翻译大赛优秀译文选登2(特等奖作品)

又到了栽种球茎植物的时候了，可是我尽量往后拖延，因为栽种球茎就意味着要把四周空出来，而那里正开着五颜六色的野花，紫的、橘黄的、粉的，这是大自然最后的欢笑。现在要把它们强行拔起，简直无异于谋杀。于是我等到了第一个霜降之夜，等待她们被冷冽的寒霜催眠了，一一凋谢，安宁地死去。我在花园里徘徊，犹豫不决，试图抓住这夏末的尾巴。

树叶繁茂，蔚为大观，白桦金黄的枝叶簌簌作响，声音轻柔，翩然坠落，仿若庆典彩带，令人目不暇接。十一月快来了，那时，秋日的暴雨和沉郁的乌云就像湿淋淋的毯子一样悬在你的头顶。我想，但愿一直是这样的好天气吧，我凝视着大树在绿油油的草地上投下的巨大而神秘的阴影，还有慵懒地摇着尾巴的牛群，一切都那么安详，只有紫苑、大丽菊、向日葵和玫瑰的浓烈色彩似在撕裂这片静谧。

晓寒袭人。到了夜晚，你冷得发抖，睡在床上，双脚冰凉。但在正午时分，太阳拨开云层，蒸发了草地上的晨露，蝴蝶和黄蜂在翩翩起舞，窗前的蛛网闪闪发光，犹如银色的丝带。一年的辛劳垂挂于树梢林中，浆果、榉子、板栗和橡子也硕果累累。

突然，我想起了我的小女儿，她现在住在阿姆斯特丹。不久她定会打电话来问我： “球茎植物种下了吗？” 我会打趣地告诉她，我正等着她帮忙呢。接着我们便一起怀念过去，因为我们过去时常一起栽种球茎。在秋日一个阳光灿烂的下午，她一直帮我栽种球茎，那时她只有3岁半，年纪太小，只能以她的热情和欢欣帮我助兴。

她绕膝身边的日子不多了，已经在学校给她定好了名额。她拿着自己的小桶子和小铲子，愉悦无比，无忧无虑地在园子里跑来跑去，将球茎埋入土中时，一遍遍地念唱着 “晚安，晚安”, 或是 “睡个好觉”。她还发现了 “宝宝球茎”，“娃娃球茎”和“爸爸妈妈球茎”(爸爸妈妈球茎紧紧地偎依在一起)。我们各自忙乎着，我仔细地观察我的孩子，她还是个小不点，刚告别奶瓶开始蹒跚学步，小肚子圆圆的。

女儿童年中的每个秋季，我们都会一起种下球茎植物，这似乎成了每年固定不变的仪式。每年秋天，我亲眼目睹她的变化，从学步毛孩长大成女学生，再长成了一个性情率真的现实者，满怀抱负。她从不把手插在口袋里做白日梦了，不再沉醉在幻想中自得其乐了。从前的女学生长着修长的双腿，下颌的轮廓也变了，还剪了短发。又到了秋季了，我心里想着：“别了，玫瑰；别了，蝴蝶；别了，女学生。”我们一边费劲地在地里掘着洞，一边分享着她的故事，为来年的春日播下希望„„

第三篇：江西省首届英语翻译大赛决赛试题

江西省首届英语翻译大赛

决赛试题

(2009-9-26)

一、将下列短文译成汉语（50分）:

Audrey Hepburn, An Elegant Spirit

Although she was never an ardent follower of any formal religion, my mother’s own faith endured throughout her life: her faith in love, her faith in the miracle of nature, and her faith in the goodness of life.She honored this second chance at life at every opportunity that presented itself and most of all at the end of her life, through her work for UNICEF.Sometimes a near-death experience can free us of the shackles that life slowly trains us to wear.We come to realize what’s worth the sweat and what isn’t.Although she had no memory of her childhood near-death experience, the knowledge of it, coupled with the fertile ground of an already self-effacing nature, were the roots of the humility that graced her entire life.I never heard her say, “I did this,” or “I’ve done that.” Toward the end of her life, throughout the UNICEF years, I would hear her say regularly, as the world listened to her, “I can do very little.” I never heard her say that she liked any of her performances.When people complimented her, she would always shy away and ultimately explain how those who surrounded her were the reason for her success.Bessie Anderson Stanley wrote, “To laugh often and much, to win the respect of intelligent people and affection of children, to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends, to appreciate beauty, to find the best in others, to leave the world a bit better whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition, to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived, this is to have succeeded.”

By Ms.Stanley’s standards, my mother’s life was a success: She was graced with good choices.The first choice she made was her career.Then she chose her family.And when we, her children, were grown and had started our lives, she chose the less fortunate children of the world.She chose to give back.In that important choice lay the key to healing and understanding something that had affected her throughout her entire life: the sadness that had always been there.Her choices healed the sadness of a little girl who didn’t know her father for most of her life and yet who yearned and longed for that warm embrace, that reassurance that you are loved and that you matter.When I look back, that is just what she gave to Luca and me: the reassurance that we were loved and that we mattered.This was the most valuable essence, the roots that live and grow forever inside you.She truly was a wonderful mother and friend.二、将下列短文译成英语（50分）: 2008年5月12日14时28分，我国发生了震惊世界的四川汶川特大地震，受灾地区人民生命财产和经济社会发展蒙受巨大损失。面对空前惨烈的灾难，在党中央、国务院和中央军委坚强领导下，全党全军全国各族人民众志成城、迎难而上，以惊人的意志、勇气、力量，组织开展了我国历史上救援速度最快、动员范围最广、投入力量最大的抗震救灾斗争，最大限度地挽救了受灾群众生命，最大限度地减低了灾害造成的损失，夺取了抗震救灾斗争重大胜利，表现出泰山压顶不弯腰的大无畏气概，谱写了感天动地的英雄凯歌。

我们按照以人为本、尊重自然、统筹兼顾、科学重建的原则，科学制定灾后恢复重建规划，迅速出台一系列支援灾区的政策措施，积极开展对口支援，迅速组织开展灾后恢复重建工作。在中央大力支持、灾区广大干部群众艰苦奋斗、全国人民大力支援下，城乡居民住房重建、学校医院等公共服务设施重建、基础设施恢复重建、产业重建和结构调整、历史文化保护、生态修复等方面均取得显著成绩，灾后恢复重建取得重要阶段性成果，灾区人民正大踏步走向新生活。这一切，为夺取抗震救灾斗争全面胜利奠定了坚实基础。江西省首届英语翻译大赛决赛答卷

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第四篇：江西省第七届英语翻译大赛决赛

江西省第七届英语翻译大赛决赛

I.英译中

It was a cold grey day in late November.The weather had changed overnight, when a backing wind brought a granite sky and a mizzling rain with it, and although it was now only a little after two o’clock in the afternoon the pallour of a winter evening seemed to have closed upon the hills, cloaking them in mist.It would be dark by four.The air was clammy cold, and for all the tightly closed windows it penetrated the interior of the coach.The leather seats felt damp to the hands, and there must have been a small crack in the roof, because now and again little drips of rain fell softly through, smudging the leather and leaving a dark blue stain like a splodge of ink.The wind came in gusts, at times shaking the coach as it travelled round the bend of the road, and in the exposed places on the high ground it blew with such force that the whole body of the coach trembled and swayed, rocking between the high wheels like a drunken man.The driver, muffled in a greatcoat to his ears, bent almost double in his seat, in a faint endeavour to gain shelter from his own shoulders, while the dispirited horses plodded sullenly to his command, too broken by the wind and the rain to feel the whip that now and again cracked above their heads, while it swung between the numb fingers of the driver.The wheels of the coach creaked and groaned as they sank onto the ruts on the road, and sometimes they flung up the soft spattered mud against the windows, where it mingled with the constant driving rain, and whatever view there might have been of the countryside was hopelessly obscured.The few passengers huddled together for warmth, exclaiming in unison when the coach sank into a heavier rut than usual, and one old fellow, who had kept up a constant complaint ever since he had joined the coach at Truro, rose from his seat in a fury, and, fumbling with the window sash, let the window down with a crash, bringing a shower of rain in upon himself and his fellow passengers.He thrust his head out and shouted up to the driver, cursing him in a high petulant voice for a rogue and a murderer;that they would all be dead before they reached Bodmin if he persisted in driving at breakneck speed;they had no breath left in their bodies as it was, and he for one would never travel by coach again.II.中译英

艰难的国运与雄健的国民

李大钊

历史的道路，不会是坦平的，有时走到艰难险阻的境界。这是全靠雄健的精神才能冲过去的。一条浩浩荡荡的长江大河，有时流到很宽阔的境界，平原无际，一泻万里。有时流到很逼狭的境界，两岸丛山迭岭，绝壁断崖，江河流于期间，回环曲折，极其险峻。民族生命的进展，其经历亦复如是。

人类在历史上的生活正如旅行一样。旅途上的征人所经过的地方，有时是坦荡平原，有时是崎岖险路。志于旅途的人，走到平坦的地方，因是高高兴兴地向前走，走到崎岖的境界，俞是奇趣横生，觉得在此奇绝壮绝的境界，俞能感到一种冒险的美趣。

中华民族现在所逢的史路，是一段崎岖险阻的道路。在这段道路上，实在亦有一种奇绝壮绝的境至，使我们经过此段道路的人，感得一种壮美的趣味，是非有雄健的精神的，不能够感觉到的。

我们的扬子江、黄河，可以代表我们的民族精神，扬子江及黄河遇见沙漠、遇见山峡都是浩浩荡荡的往前流过去，以成其浊流滚滚，一泻万里的魄势。目前的艰难境界，那能阻抑我们民族生命的前进。我们应该拿出雄健的精神，高唱着进行的曲调，在这悲壮歌声中，走过这崎岖险阻的道路。要知在艰难的国运中建造国家，亦是人生最有趣味的事……。

第五篇：江西省第七届英语翻译大赛决赛试题及参考答案

江西省第七届英语翻译大赛决赛

I.英译中

It was a cold grey day in late November.The weather had changed overnight, when a backing wind brought a granite sky and a mizzling rain with it, and although it was now only a little after two o’clock in the afternoon the pallour of a winter evening seemed to have closed upon the hills, cloaking them in mist.It would be dark by four.The air was clammy cold, and for all the tightly closed windows it penetrated the interior of the coach.The leather seats felt damp to the hands, and there must have been a small crack in the roof, because now and again little drips of rain fell softly through, smudging the leather and leaving a dark blue stain like a splodge of ink.The wind came in gusts, at times shaking the coach as it travelled round the bend of the road, and in the exposed places on the high ground it blew with such force that the whole body of the coach trembled and swayed, rocking between the high wheels like a drunken man.The driver, muffled in a greatcoat to his ears, bent almost double in his seat, in a faint endeavour to gain shelter from his own shoulders, while the dispirited horses plodded sullenly to his command, too broken by the wind and the rain to feel the whip that now and again cracked above their heads, while it swung between the numb fingers of the driver.The wheels of the coach creaked and groaned as they sank onto the ruts on the road, and sometimes they flung up the soft spattered mud against the windows, where it mingled with the constant driving rain, and whatever view there might have been of the countryside was hopelessly obscured.The few passengers huddled together for warmth, exclaiming in unison when the coach sank into a heavier rut than usual, and one old fellow, who had kept up a constant complaint ever since he had joined the coach at Truro, rose from his seat in a fury, and, fumbling with the window sash, let the window down with a crash, bringing a shower of rain in upon himself and his fellow passengers.He thrust his head out and shouted up to the driver, cursing him in a high petulant voice for a rogue and a murderer;that they would all be dead before they reached Bodmin if he persisted in driving at breakneck speed;they had no breath left in their bodies as it was, and he for one would never travel by coach again.II.中译英

艰难的国运与雄健的国民

李大钊

历史的道路，不会是坦平的，有时走到艰难险阻的境界。这是全靠雄健的精神才能冲过去的。一条浩浩荡荡的长江大河，有时流到很宽阔的境界，平原无际，一泻万里。有时流到很逼狭的境界，两岸丛山迭岭，绝壁断崖，江河流于期间，回环曲折，极其险峻。民族生命的进展，其经历亦复如是。

人类在历史上的生活正如旅行一样。旅途上的征人所经过的地方，有时是坦荡平原，有时是崎岖险路。志于旅途的人，走到平坦的地方，因是高高兴兴地向前走，走到崎岖的境界，俞是奇趣横生，觉得在此奇绝壮绝的境界，俞能感到一种冒险的美趣。

中华民族现在所逢的史路，是一段崎岖险阻的道路。在这段道路上，实在亦有一种奇绝壮绝的境至，使我们经过此段道路的人，感得一种壮美的趣味，是非有雄健的精神的，不能够感觉到的。

我们的扬子江、黄河，可以代表我们的民族精神，扬子江及黄河遇见沙漠、遇见山峡都是浩浩荡荡的往前流过去，以成其浊流滚滚，一泻万里的魄势。目前的艰难境界，那能阻抑我们民族生命的前进。我们应该拿出雄健的精神，高唱着进行的曲调，在这悲壮歌声中，走过这崎岖险阻的道路。要知在艰难的国运中建造国家，亦是人生最有趣味的事……。

参考译文： I．英译中

这是十一月下旬寒冷而灰暗的一天。天气一夜之间就变了。逆转风挟来一方花岗岩似的天空和一片迷迷蒙蒙的细雨。虽然才下午两点多一点，但冬夜的苍白似乎已逼近绵绵的丘陵，给群山披上了一层薄雾。如此看来，四点钟天就要黑了。空气潮湿而阴冷。尽管车窗紧闭，但冷风仍直往车厢里钻。皮座椅摸上去湿乎乎的，车顶上肯定有小裂缝，时不时有细小的雨滴轻轻落下，在皮座上留下一片深蓝色墨迹似的污渍。风一阵阵袭来，每每在车子驶经弯道时摇撼着车身。行至无遮无掩的高处，马车会在狂风的吹打下，哆哆嗦嗦，踉踉跄跄。车厢在高高的车轮之间像醉汉一样摇摇晃晃。

车夫裹着一件大衣，领子直拉到耳朵。他深深地弓着身子坐在那里，似乎是想用自己的肩膀来躲避风雨。马儿有气无力地迈着沉重的步伐，闷闷不乐地听命车夫的吆喝，在风雨交加之中显得疲惫不堪。对连连炸响在他们头上的皮鞭，他们已无动于衷，但车夫仍在用他冻僵的手指摇动着马鞭。

车轮在落进路面上的水坑时发出吱吱嘎嘎的呻吟声，有时还会把稀软的烂泥溅在车窗上，与绵绵不断的雨水混合在一起，将窗外的乡村风景遮得个严严实实。

几个乘客挤在一起取暖，每当车子落入一个较大的水坑时，就齐声叫喊。有个老头自打特鲁罗[特鲁罗：康沃尔郡一城市，该郡的政府部门多在此地]上车后就一直不停地发着牢骚。他怒气冲冲地从座位上站起来，笨手笨脚地摸到推拉窗的窗格，啪的一声拉下，雨水呼的一下淋了他和同车乘客的一身。他伸出脑袋，暴躁地冲着车夫大声叫骂，说他是流氓、杀人犯；如果他再这样慢吞吞地赶车，车还没到博德明，车上人就要死光了；还说，大家闷得气都喘不过来了，反正他本人这辈子是再也不坐马车了。

II．中译英

National Crisis vs Heroic Nation

Li Dazhao

The course of history is never smooth.It is sometimes beset with difficulties and obstacles and nothing short of a heroic spirit can help surmount them.A mighty long river sometimes flows through a broad section with plains lying boundless on either side, its waters rolling on non-stop for thousands upon thousands of miles.Sometimes it comes up against a narrow section flanked by high mountains and steep cliffs, winding through a course with many a perilous twist and turn.A nation, in the course of its development, fares likewise.The historical course of man’s life is just like a journey.A traveler on a long journey passes through now a broad, level plain, now a rugged, hazardous road.While a determined traveler cheerfully continues his journey upon reaching a safe and smooth place, he finds it still more fascinating to come to a rugged place, the enormously magnificent spectacle of which, he feels, is better able to generate in him a wonderful sensation of adventure.The Chinese nation is now confronted with a rugged and dangerous section of its historical course.Nevertheless, there is also in this section a spectacle of enormous magnificence that inspires in us passers-by a delightful sensation of splendor.And this delightful sensation, however, can only be shared by those with a heroic spirit.The Yangtse River and the Yellow River are both symbolic of our national spirit the two mighty rivers negotiate deserts and gorges until their turbid torrents surge forward with irresistible force.The present national crisis can never obstruct the advance of our national life.Let us brace up our spirits and march through this rugged, dangerous road to the tune of our solemn, stirring songs.The greatest joy of life, mind you, is to build up our country during its most difficult days.