醉翁亭记汉英.docx

醉翁亭记汉英.docx

《醉翁亭记汉英.docx》由会员分享，可在线阅读，更多相关《醉翁亭记汉英.docx（13页珍藏版）》请在冰豆网上搜索。

醉翁亭记汉英

《醉翁亭记》

欧阳修

环滁皆山也。

其西南诸峰，林壑尤美。

望之蔚然而深秀者，琅琊也。

山行六七里，渐闻水声潺潺，而泄出于两峰之间者，酿泉也。

峰回路转，有亭翼然临于泉上者，醉翁亭也。

作亭者谁？

山之僧曰智仙也。

名之者谁？

太守自谓也。

太守与客来饮于此，饮少辄醉，而年又最高，故自号曰“醉翁”也。

醉翁之意不在酒，在乎山水之间也。

山水之乐，得之心而寓之酒也。

若夫日出而林霏开，云归而岩穴暝，晦明变化者，山间之朝暮也。

野芳发而幽香，佳木秀而繁阴，风霜高洁，水落而石出者，山间之四时也。

朝而往，暮而归，四时之景不同，而乐亦无穷也。

至于负者歌于途，行者休于树，前者呼，后者应，伛偻提携，往来而不绝者，滁人游也。

临溪而渔，溪深而鱼肥；酿泉为酒，泉香而酒冽；山肴野蔌，杂然而前陈者，太守宴也。

宴酣之乐，非丝非竹，射者中，弈者胜，觥筹交错，坐起而喧哗者，众宾欢也。

苍然白发，颓然乎其中者，太守醉也。

已而夕阳在山，人影散乱，太守归而宾客从也。

树林阴翳，鸣声上下，游人去而禽鸟乐也。

然而禽鸟知山林之乐，而不知人之乐；人知从太守游而乐，而不知太守之乐其乐也。

醉能同其乐，醒能述以文者，太守也。

太守谓谁？

庐陵欧阳修也。

AnAccountofthePavilionoftheDrunkenOldMan

Ou-yangXiu

EncirclingChu-zhouallaroundaremountains.Thewoodedgorgesofthevariouspeakstothesouthwestareoverwhelminglylovely.Theonethatstandsoutintheview,risingthickwithdensegrowth,isLang-yaMountain.Goingsixorsevenmilesintothemountain,yougraduallybegintohearthesoundofflowingwater;andthewatercoursethatspillsoutfrombetweenthetwopeaksisBrewer'sStream.Asthepathturnswiththebendofthecliff,thereisapavilion,itswingsoutspread,standingbesidethestream;andthisisthePavilionoftheDrunkenOldMan.

Whowasitwhobuiltthepavilion?

ItwasthemountainmonkZhi-xian.Whowasitwhogavethepavilionitsname?

Thiswasthegovernorhimself.Thegovernorwouldcomewithhisgueststodrinkhere;andwhenhehadgottenalittledrunk,he,beingtheeldestofthecompany,gavehimselfthenickname"DrunkenOldMan."TheDrunkenOldMan'sinterestwasnotinthewineitselfbutinbeinghereamidthemountainsandwaters.Thedelightinmountainsandwaterswasfirstfoundintheheartandthenlodgedtemporarilyinthewine.

Whenthesuncomesoutandtheforesthazelifts,orwhenthecloudscomebacktothehillsandthecavesinthecliffsgrowdark,allthetransformationsoflightandshadowarethepassagesfromdawntoduskinthemountains.Wildflowersspringupandgiveoffsecretfragrances;thenthecassiatreesrisehighandformdenseshade;thenwindsblowhighupandthefrostgleamsinpurity;thenthewaterssinkandstonesappear:

thesearethefourseasonsinthemountains.Atdawnwegothereandatduskreturn;andasthesceneryofthefourseasonsisneverthesame,soourdelighttooislimitless.

Andasforthosewhocarryburdensalongthepathsandtravelerswhorestunderthetrees,theonesinfrontshoutandthosebehindanswer;hunchedoverwithageorwithchildrenintow,theygobackandforthwithoutceasing.ThesearethetravelsofthepeopleofChu-zhou.Bythecreek,wefish:

thecreekisdeepandthefishareplump.Weusethestream'swaterinbrewingwine;andsincethewatersmellssweet,thewineissharpandclear.Piecesoffishandgamefromthemountainsandvegetablesfromthewildsareservedtousinvaryingdishes;andthesearethebanquetsofthegovernor.Ourdelightwhentipsyatthesebanquetsdoesnotcomefromthemusicofharpsandflutes.Someoneplayingtoss-potmakeshisthrow;someoneplayingchesswins;horn-cupsandwinetalliesarealljumbledtogetheramidthenoisychatterofpeoplegettingupandsittingdown;andthesearethepleasuresoftheassembledguests.Andthepersonwithhisfacedarkenedbyageandwhite-haired,lyingpassedoutinthemiddle,isthegovernor,drunk.

Thentheeveningsunisinthemountainsandtheshadowsofpeoplescatterindisarray;thisisthegovernorgoinghomeandhisguestsfollowing.Asthewoodsbecomeveiledinshadow,thereisasingingaboveanddownbelow,andthisisthedelightofthebirdsatthedepartureofthehumanvisitors.

Andyetthebirdsmayexperiencethedelightofthemountainforests,buttheydonotexperiencethedelightofthepeople.Theotherpeoplemayexperiencethedelightofcomingtovisitthisplacewiththegovernor,buttheydonotexperiencethegovernor'sdelightintheirdelight.Thepersonwhoindrunkennesscansharetheirdelightandwho,soberingup,cangiveanaccountofitinwritingisthegovernor.Andwhoisthegovernor?

Ou-yangXiuofLu-ling.（StephenOwen）

TheOldToper'sPavilion

OnallsidesofChuzhouaremountains.Thepeakstothesouth-westhavethefinestwoodsandgullies,andofthesetheonewiththemostthicklycoveredslopesanddeepestravinesisLangya.Twoorthreemilesupthismountainyoubegintoheartheplashingsoundofwater,andthespringthatspillsoutfrombetweentwopeaksistheWine-brewSpring.Furtheralongthepaththatwindsupoverridgesandbrowstowardsthesummitthereisapavilionjuttingoutlikearaisedwingoverthespring,anditistheOldToper'sPavilion.Whobuiltthepavilion?

Thepriestofthemountain,DivineSagacity.Whoisitwhonamedit?

ThePrefect,torefertohimself.ThePrefectbringshisgueststodrinkhere.Alittlewinealwaysmakeshimtipsy,andheisthemostadvancedinyears,thatiswhyhecallshimselftheOldToper.TheOldToper'smindisnotonwine,butonNature.ThepleasureofNatureheapprehendsinhisheartandsimplyvestsinthewine.

Theclearingofmistsfromthewoodsasthesunrises,thedarkeningofthecavesinthecliffsasthevapoursgatheragain,thesechangesoflightandshadearewhatconstitutemorningandeveninginthemountains.Thewildflowersexudingtheirdreamyscent,thetalltreesinleafcastingaprofuseshade,thehighwindsandcrispfrost,therocksemergingasthewatersrecede,thesemarkthefourseasonsinthemountains.Togointhemorningandcomebackintheeveningistodiscoverviewsthatalterwiththeseasons,andaffordpleasureswithoutend.

Thecarrierssingingontheirjourneys,thewalkersrestingundertrees,thoseinfrontcalling,thosebehindanswering,theoldandstoopedbeinghelped,theyoungchildrenbeingled,allthecomingandgoinginendlessprocession,thisisthepeopleofChuzhououtandabout.Thefishtakenbyanglersfromwherethestreamisdeepareplump,thewinemadebyothersfromthesweetwatersofWine-brewSpringisfreshandclean;thesearelaidout,togetherwithlocalgameandwildgreens,atthePrefect'sfeasts.Asthefeastgrowsmerry,itisnotthemusicofstringsandflutesthatprovidestheentertainment:

itisthearrowpitchedintothepot,thegameofchesswon,thescoreofcupsdownedasforfeit,theto-and-froandhubbubofvoicesthattheguestsenjoy.TheonewithwhitehairandlinedfacetobeseenleglessintheirmidstisthePrefectinhiscups.

Byandbythesunsetsoverthemountains,people'sshadowsstretchandscatter;thePrefectsetsoutforhomeandhisguestsfollowhim.Thewoodsgrowdarkandthebirdsstartuptheirduskchorus.Thisisthecreaturesofthewildmakingmerrynowthatthemenaregone.Yetthecreaturesofthewild,whiletheyknowthepleasuresofthewoodsandhills,donotknowthepleasuresofthemen;themenknowthepleasuresofoutingswiththePrefect,butdonotknowthepleasurethePrefecttakesintheirpleasure.Abletosharetheirpleasureswhendrunk,abletowriteanaccountofthemwhensober,thisdescribesthePrefect.AndwhoisthePrefect?

OuyangXiuofLuling.（DavidPollard）

TheOldDrunkard’sArbour

Ou-YangShiou

ThedistrictofCh'uisentirelysurroundedbyhills,andthepeakstothesouth-westareclothedwithadenseandbeautifulgrowthoftrees,overwhichtheeyewandersinraptureawaytotheconfinesofShantung.Awalkoftwoorthreemilesonthosehillsbringsonewithinearshotofthesoundoffallingwater,whichgushesforthfromaravineknownastheWine-Fountain;whilehardbyinanookatabendoftheroadstandsakiosque,commonlyspokenofastheOldDrunkard’sArbour.ItwasbuiltbyaBuddhistpriest,calledDeathlessWisdom,wholivedamongthesehills,andwhoreceivedtheabovenamefromtheGovernor.Thelatterusedtobringhisfriendshithertotakewine;andashepersonallywasincapacitatedbyaveryfewcups,andwas,moreover,wellstrickeninyears,hegavehimselfthesobriquetoftheOldDrunkard.Butitwasnotwinethatattractedhimtothisspot.Itwasthecharmingscenery,whichwineenabledhimtoenjoy.

Thesun’srayspeepingatdawnthroughthetrees,byandbytobeobscuredbehindgatheringclouds,leavingnaughtbutgloomaround,givetothisspotthealternationsofmorningandnight.Thewildflowersthatexhaletheirperfumefromthedarknessofsomeshadydell,theluxuriantfoliageofthedenseforestofbeautifultrees,theclearfrostywind,andthenakedbouldersofthelesseningtorrent,—thesearetheindicationsofspring,summer,autumn,andwinter.Morningisthetimetogothither,returningwiththeshadesofnight,andalthoughtheplacepresentsadifferentaspectwiththechangesoftheseason,itscharmsaresubjecttonointerruption,butcontinuealways.

Burden-carrierssingtheirwayalongtheroad,travellersrestawhileunderthetrees,shoutsfromone,responsesfromanother,oldpeoplehobblingalong,childreninarms,childrendraggedalongbyhand,backwardsandforwardsalldaylongwithoutabreak,—thesearethepeopleofChu. Acastinthestream,andafinefishtakenfromsomespotwheretheeddyingpoolsbegintodeepen;adraughtofcoolwinefromthefountain,andafewsuchdishesofmeatsandfruitsasthehillsareabletoprovide,—these,nicelyspreadoutbeforehand,constitutetheGovernor’sfeast.Andintherevelryofthebanquethourthereisnothoughtoftoilortrouble.Everyarcherhitshismark,andeveryplayerwinshispartie;gobletsflashfromhandtohand,andabuzzofconversationisheardastheguestsmoveunconstrainedlyabout.Amongthemisanoldmanwithwhitehair,baldatthetopofhishead.ThisisthedrunkenGovernor,who,whentheeveningsunkissesthetipsofthehillsandthefallingshadowsaredrawnoutandblurred,bendshisstep