英语经典散文及翻译

2017-03-22

英语经典散文：无声的表达

From the first day he entered my junior-high classroom, Willard P. Frank- lin existed in his own world, shutting out his classmates and me, his teacher. My attempts at establishing a friendly relationship with him were met with complete indifference. Even a “Good Morning Willar” received only an inau- dible grunt. I could see that his class- mates fared no better. Willard was strict- ly a loner who seemed to have no desire or need to break his barrier of silence.

Shortly after the Thanksgiving holi- day, we received word of the annual Christmas collection of money for the less fortunate people in our school district.

“Christmas is a season of giving,” I told my students. “There are a few students in the school who might not have a happy holiday season. By contributing to our Christmas collection, you will help buy food, clothing and toys for these needy people. We start the collection tomorrow.”

When I called for the contributions the next day, I discovered that almost everyone had forgotten. Except for Willard P. Franklin. The boy dug deep into his pants pockets as he strolled up to my desk. Carefully, he dropped two quarters into the small container.

“I don’t need no milk for lunch,” he mumbled. For a moment, just a mo- ment, he smiled. Then he turned and walked back to his desk.

That night, after school, I took our meager contributions to the school principal. I couldn’t help sharing the incident that had taken place.

“I may be wrong, but I believe Willard might be getting might be getting ready to become a part of the world around him,” I told the principal.

“Yes, I believe it sounds hopeful,” he nodded. “And I have a hunch we might do well to have him share a bit of his world with us. I just received a list of the poor families in our school who most need help through the Christmas collection. Here, take a look at it.”

As I gazed down to read, I dis- covered Willard P. Franklin and his family were the top names on the list.

散文翻译：

情况好像不可救药了。

自从威拉德·P·富兰克林进入我教的初中班的那天起，他就把自己封闭了起来，不与其他同学交往，也不与我――他的老师――打交道，完全生活在自己的世界里。我试图和他建立起一种友好的关系，但却遭遇冷漠。甚至你跟他说声“早上好，威拉德”，他的回答也只是一声几乎听不见的咕哝声。我明白他的同学受到的待遇也好不到哪儿去，而他完全是一个独行侠，好像不希望也不需要打破这种沉默似的。

感恩节后不久，我们得到一年一度圣诞节募捐的消息，这些钱将用来捐给我们学校所在社区里的穷人。

“圣诞节是个给予的季节，”我告诉学生们，“我们学校有些学生可能不能过一个快乐的节日。你们可以买些食物、衣服或玩具，通过圣诞节的募捐活动，去帮助那些贫困的人。我们明天开始募捐。”

第二天，当我要求募捐的时候，我发现除了威德拉之外，几乎所有的人都把这件事给忘了。他一边向我的桌子走来一边伸手从裤子口袋里掏东西，然后小心翼翼地把两枚25美分的硬币丢进小箱子里。

“我午餐不需要喝牛奶，”他小声说。在那一瞬间，就那一瞬间，他笑了。然后，他转身回到了自己的座位上。

那天晚上，放学后，我把募捐的这一点钱交给了校长，并且忍不住把当天发生的事告诉了他。

“也许我想错了，但我相信可能威德拉正在准备成为这个班集体的一份子，”我告诉校长。

“是的，我认为这听起来有希望，”他点头说道，“我有一种预感，我们或许可以做得好一点，让他与我们分享他的世界。我刚收到一份名单，上面是我们学校里最需要通过圣诞节募捐获得帮助的贫困人员名单。这个，你看一下。”

我低头仔细一看，发现威德拉·P·富兰克林和他的家庭排在名单的最前面。

英语经典散文：秋之湖

I remember quite clearly now when the story happened.

The autumn leaves were floating in measure down to the ground, recovering the lake, where we used to swim like children, under the sun was there to shine.

That time we used to be happy. Well, I thought we were.

But the truth was that you had been longing to leave me; not daring to tell me. On that precious night, watching the lake, vaguely conscious, you said, “Our story is ending.”

The rain was killing the last days of summer, you had been killing my last breath of love since a long time ago. I still don’t think I’m goanna make it through another love story. You took it all away from me.

And there I stand; I know I was going to be the one left behind.

But still I am watching the lake, vaguely conscious, and I know my life is ending.

散文翻译：

还清晰地记得，记得我们的故事开始的那一刻。

在那个金色的秋天，飞舞的落叶，片片飘零，旋转飘落，浮向静静的湖面。阳光下，湖水泛着点点金光。在这里，我们曾像个天真的孩子，快乐地嬉戏着。

那是一段幸福、快乐的日子，至少，我这样认为。

其实，我是知道的，你一直想要离开我。只是不忍心告诉我。在那个夜晚，那个值得一生回忆的夜晚，看着静静的湖面，恍忽间，好像是，你对我说：“我们的故事结束吧。”

秋雨，带走了夏天的最后一丝余热，而你，也将我全部的爱都带走了。没有了，永远也不会再有了，那刻骨铭心的爱恋。因为，你已将它从我身边，全部地，毫无保留地带走了。

我静静地站着，象个找不到归家的路的孩子。

看着静静的湖面，我的视线又一次模糊了。恍忽间，我发现，我的生命已经结束了。