江西省第二届翻译大赛试题及答案

第一篇：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：江西省第二届英语翻译大赛

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.5 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 help

ed 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？”

第四篇：第三届翻译大赛试题及答案

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.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）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。

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.

第五篇：翻译大赛答案

不锈钢的未来

不锈钢的未来看起来一定是明亮、光泽、没有瑕疵的。为了实现长期的低成本生产，需要投入超乎寻常的注意力，增加环保意识和很大的关注对于生活中的循环成本。不锈钢的市场应该继续被改善。然而，在一些迅速发展地区的新市场中，关于可供替换材料的成本依然会

成为一个明确的重要因素。

在工业进程中，认识不锈钢的主要产品的发展是困难的。因为这个市场是如此的多样化，它的应用范围已从刀具业转向应急所必需的零部件。今天的等级标准将会保持和原来一样，但以更低的成本生产是我们所期待的。引进和使用更少的奢侈品，如貂皮制品，双重的倾向将对价格的降低和发现新的应用趋势起到一定影响，低碳就这样被利用了。对于新型的特殊合金级别也处于连续不断的发展中，人们打算使之适应非常强的腐蚀环境和高温环境。对于所有的合金元素，氮的普遍使用使生产成本最低成为可能，这种生产方法很可能被引进。在很大程度上，人们正尝试着提高合金的价值，减少合金的成本。

总而言之，不锈钢的使用被期望以显著的速率持续增长。现存的等级标准将会是产业的生存之本，升级的说法和新合金将会呈现。新的和现存的焊接方法正在不间断的发展，特别是激光合成物焊接方法期望在不久的将来能够获得一席之地。

然而，不锈钢的未来是很可能被预见到的，它的焊接方法很大程度上来说将是弧光焊接。

辛运的是，抗腐蚀性物质可以通过在适当的铁制品系统中加入一定量的铬，通过适当调整其他合金元素，如镍和碳，一个很有前景的微小结构领域将会发展起来。从此以后，不锈钢能够按一系列改造过的机械和耐腐蚀性物质生产出许多级别的产品。