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1、散文翻译文章The Colour of the SkyIf we look at the sky on a perfectly fine summers day we shall find that the blue colour is the most pure and intense overhead，and when looking high up in a direction opposite to the sun. Near the horizon it is always less bright，while in the region immediately around the

2、sun it is more or less yellow. The reason of this is that near the horizon we look through a very great thickness of the lower atmosphere，which is full of the larger dust particles reflecting white light，and this diluter the pure blue of the higher atmosphere seen beyond，And in the vicinity of the s

3、un a good deal of the blue light is reflected back into space by the finer dust，thus giving a yellowish tinge to that which reaches us reflected chiefly from the coarse dust of the lower atmosphere. At sunset and sunrise，however，this last effect is greatly intensified，owing to the great thickness of

4、 the strata of air through which the light reaches us. The enormous amount of this dust is well shown by the fact that then only we can look full at the sun，even when the whole sky is free from clouds and there is no apparent mist.But the suns rays then reach us after having passed，first，through an

5、enormous thickness of the higher strata of the air，the minute dust of which reflects most of the higher strata of the air，the minute dust of which reflects most of the blue rays away from us，leaving the complementary yellow light to pass on，Then，the somewhat coarser dust reflects the green rays，leav

6、ing a more orange-coloured light to pass on；and finally some of the yellow is reflected，leaving almost pure red. But owing to the constant presence of air currents，arranging both the dust and vapour in strata of varying extent and density，and of high or low clouds which both absorb and reflect the l

7、ight in varying degrees，we see produced all those wondrous combinations of tints and those gorgeous ever-changing colours which are a constant source of admiration and delight to all who have the advantage of an uninterrupted view to the west and who are accustomed to watch for those not infrequent

8、exhibitions of natures kaleidoscopic colour painting. With every change in the altitude of the sun the display changes its character；and most of all when it has sunk below the horizon，and owing to the more favourable angles a larger quantity of the coloured light is reflected toward us，Especially wh

9、en there is a certain amount of cloud is this the case. These，so long as the sun was above the horizon，intercepted much of the light and colour，but when the great luminary has passed away from our direct vision，his light shines more directly on the under sides of all the clouds and air strata of dif

10、ferent densities；a new and more brilliant light flushes the western sky，and a display of gorgeous ever-changing tints occurs which are at once the delight of the beholder and the despair of the artist. And all this unsurpassable glory we owe todust！天空的色彩 晴空万里的夏日，如果我们观察一下天空，且背向太阳，极目仰望，就会发现头顶上空的蓝色最纯净，

11、最浓郁。靠近天边，色彩往往较暗淡，太阳周围的地方则略呈 黄色。这是因为我们向天边望去时，目光要穿过极厚的低空大气层，其中布满颗粒较大的尘埃，反射出白光，这就冲淡了天际高空大气层的纯蓝色。在太阳附近，大 量蓝光则由细微的尘埃反射回太空。这样，主要由低空大气层的粗粒尘埃反射到地面的光线，便带有浅黄色。不过，在日出日落时，由于光线到达地面南非要穿过厚 厚的大气层，这种反射效果大大增强了。只有在这种时候，我们才可以直视太阳，即使万里长空没有一点云彩，不见一丝雾霭。这就充分显示了低空尘埃的数量之 大。但是太阳的光线终于到达了地面。它们先是穿过厚度极大的高空大气层，其中的细微尘埃把大部分蓝色的光反射掉了，

12、让补色的黄光继续通行。然后，粗粒尘埃又反 射掉绿色的光，让偏橙色的光继续通行。最后，部分黄色的光也反射掉，剩下几乎是纯红色的了。不过，由于不断出现气流，把法埃与水汽分层排列，广度不均，密 度各异，加上高低空常有云层，不同程度地吸收并反射阳光，我们这才看到各种奇异的色调斑剥陆离，诸多绚丽的色彩变化万千；任何人只要有幸将西方的景致一览 无余，只要有心观看大自然不时展现的那一幅幅瞬息万变的彩画，都会为之赞不绝口，喜不自胜。随着夕阳缓缓西坠，这种景观也不断变幻；尤其是在太阳沉入地平 线之后，由于角度更加适宜，五颜六色的光就都发射到地面上来。遇有些许云雾，更是如此。本来，只要太阳还位于地平线之上，云雾便

13、截住了不少夕阳和色彩；而 今太阳从我们的视野消失，阳关便更为直接地照射到密度各异的重重云霭与层层大气的底部；一片崭新的、更加灿烂的阳光染红了西天，一幅景观色彩绚丽，变化万 千，观赏者固然赏心悦目，然而自叹莫及。而我们之所以能领略如此无与伦比的美景，全应归功于尘埃！The Song of the RiverW.S MaughamYou hear it all along the river. You hear it, loud and strong, from the rowers as they urge the junk with its high stern, the mast lashe

14、d alongside, down the swift running stream. You hear it from the trackers, a more breathless chant, as they pull desperately against the current, half a dozen of them perhaps if they are taking up wupan, a couple of hundred if they are hauling a splendid junk, its square sail set, over a rapid. On t

15、he junk, a man stands amidships beating a drum incessantly to guide their efforts, and they pull with all their strength, like men possessed, bent double; and sometimes in the extremity of their travail they craw on the ground, on all fours, like the beasts of the field. They strain, strain fiercely

16、, against the pitiless might of the stream. The leader goes up and down the line and when he sees one who is not putting all his will into the task he brings down his split bamboo on the naked back. Each one must do his utmost or the labour of all is vain. And still they sing a vehement, eager chant

17、, the chant of the turbulent waters. I do not know words can describe what there is in it of effort. It serves to express the straining heart, the breaking muscles, and at the same time the indomitable spirit of man which overcomes the pitiless force of nature. Though the rope may part and the great

18、 junk swing back, in the end the rapid will be passed; and at the close of the weary day there is the hearty meal.But the most agonizing song is the song of the coolies who bring the great bales from the junk up the steep steps to the town wall. Up and down they go, endlessly, and endless as their t

19、oil rises their rhythmic cry. He, aw -ah, oh. They are barefoot and naked to the waist. The sweat pours down their faces and their song is a groan of pain. It is a sigh of despair. It is heart-rending. It is hardly human. It is the cry of souls in infinite distress, only just musical, and that last

20、note is the ultimate sob of humanity. Life is too hard, too cruel, and this is the final despairing protest. That is the song of the river.河 之 歌 沿河上下都可以听见那歌声。它响亮而有力，那是船夫，他们划着木船顺流向下，船尾翘得很高，桅杆系在船边。它也可能是比较急促的号子，那是纤夫，他们拉纤逆流而上。如果拉的是小木船，也许就只五六个人；如果拉的是扬着横帆的大船过急滩，那就要200来人。船中央站着一个汉子不停地击鼓助威，引导他们加劲。于是他们使出全部力量，

21、像着了魔似的，腰弯成两折，有时力量用到极限就全身趴在地上匍匐前进，像田里的牲口。他们使劲，拼命使劲，对抗着水流无情的威力。领头的在纤绳前后跑来跑去，见到有人没有全力以赴，竹板就打在他光着的背上。每个人都必须竭尽全力，否则就要前功尽弃。就这样他们还是唱着激昂而热切的号子，那汹涌澎湃的河水号子。我不知道词语怎样能描写出其中所包括的拼搏，它表现的是绷紧的心弦，几乎要断裂的筋肉，同时也表现了人类克服无情的自然力的顽强精神。虽然绳子可能扯断，大船可能倒退，但最终险滩必将通过，在筋疲力尽的一天结束时可以痛快地吃上一顿饱饭. 然而最令人难受的却是苦力的歌，他们背负着船上卸下的大包，沿着陡坡爬上城墙。他们不停

22、地上上下下，随着无尽的劳动响起有节奏的喊声：嗨，呦嗬，嗨。他们赤着脚，光着背，汗水不断地从脸上流下。他们的歌是痛苦的呻吟，失望的叹息，听来令人心碎，简直不像是人的声音。它是灵魂在无尽悲戚中的呼喊，只不过有着音乐的节奏而已。那终了的一声简直就是人性泯灭的低泣。生活太艰难、太残酷，这喊声正是最后绝望的抗议。这就是河之歌。My Fathers Music 我父亲的音乐 by Wayne Kalyn 韦恩凯林I remember the day Dad first lugged the heavy accordion up our front stoop, taxing his small frame

23、. He gathered my mother and me in the living room and opened the case as if it were a treasure chest. Here it is, he said. Once you learn to play, itll stay with you for life.记得有一天，身材瘦小的父亲背着一架沉重的手风琴，费力地走到前门廊。他把妈妈和我叫进厅里，打开了那只盒子，好象那是一个百宝箱似的。“就这个，”他说，“你一旦学会，它将伴随你一生。”If my thin smile didnt match his ful

24、l-fledged grin, it was because I had prayed for a guitar or a piano. For the next two weeks, the accordion was stored in the hall closet. Then one evening Dad announced that I would start lessons the following week. In disbelief I shot my eyes toward Mom for support. The firm set of her jaw told me

25、I was out of luck.如果说我勉强的微笑与他发自内心的笑容不和谐的话，那是因为我一直想要一把吉他或一架钢琴。随后的两个星期，那架手风琴一直放在大厅的橱子里。一天晚上，爸爸宣布下周我开始上琴课。疑惑中，我把视线急忙投向妈妈求助。她紧绷的下巴告诉我：我倒运了。Spending $300 for an accordion and $5 per lesson was out of character for my father. He was practical always something he learned growing up on a Pennsylvania farm.

26、Clothes, heat and sometimes even food were scarce.花300元买一架手风琴，每次上课再花3美元，这可不像父亲的作风。他一直是很实际的这是他在宾夕法尼亚农场成长过程中学来的。那时候，衣服、暖气，有时甚至连食物都短缺。Dad was a supervisor in a company that serviced jet engines. Weekends, he tinkered in the cellar, turning scraps of plywood into a utility cabinet or fixing a broken toy

27、 with spare parts. Quiet and shy, he was never more comfortable than when at his workbench. 爸爸是一家为喷气式飞机引擎提供服务的公司的主管。周末，他在地下室里修修补补，把胶合板的边角料做成一个实用的小柜子，或者用一些零件把坏了的玩具修好。他不喜张扬，不爱说话。最让他感到舒服的，莫过于在工作台旁边。Only music carried Dad away from his world of tools and projects. On a Sunday drive, he turned the radio

28、on immediately. At red lights, Id notice his foot tapping in time. He seemed to hang on every note. 只有音乐会让爸爸远离他的工具和计划的世界。一个星期天驾车外出，一上车他就打开了收音机。遇到红灯时，我注意到他的脚在打着拍子，似乎能跟得上每一个节拍。Still, I wasnt prepared when, rummaging in a closet, I found a case that looked to me like a tiny guitars. Opening it, I saw t

29、he polished glow of a beautiful violin. Its your fathers, Mom said. His parents bought it for him. I guess he got too busy on the farm to ever learn to play it. I tried to imagine Dads rough hands on this delicate instrument and couldnt. 然而，我还是没有思想准备，那是我在橱子里翻找东西时，发现一只像是装小吉它的盒子。打开一看，是一把锃亮的、漂亮的小提琴。“那是

30、你爸爸的，”妈妈说。“他父母给他买的。我想他在农场里太忙了，没有时间学。”我试图想象爸爸粗糙的双手放在这精致的乐器上的情景无法想象。Shortly after, my lessons began with Mr. Zelli. On my first day, with straps straining my shoulders, I felt clumsy in every way. How did he do? my father asked when it was over. Fine for the first lesson, said Mr. Zelli. Dad glowed wi

31、th hope. 不久，泽利先生开始教我拉手风琴。第一天，手风琴背带压着我的肩膀，我感到浑身不自在。“他学得怎么样？”结束时，父亲问。“第一堂课，这已经很不错。”泽利先生说。爸爸眼中闪着希望的光芒。I was ordered to practice half an hour every day, and every day I tried to get out of it. My future seemed to be outside playing ball, not in the house mastering songs I would soon forget. But my paren

32、ts hounded me to practice. 爸爸命令我每天练半个小时，可每天我都想赖掉。我的将来似乎应在户外打球，而不是在屋内练那些很快就会忘掉的曲子。然而父母不断地督促我练习。Gradually, to my surprise, I was able to string notes together and coordinate my hands to play simple songs. Often, after supper, my father would request a tune or two. As he sat in his easy chair, I would fumble through Lady of Spain and Beer Barrel Polka.渐渐地，让我吃惊的是，我竟然能把几个音符连起来了。手指的协调性也好点了，还能拉出几首简单的曲子。晚饭后，父亲常常会要我拉上一、两首曲子。他躺在安乐椅里，我则笨拙地拉完“西班牙女郎”和“啤酒桶波尔卡”。Very nice, better than last week, hed say. Then I would follow into a medley of his favorites, Red River Valley