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intheseswiftlyescapingdays,wh atcanidointhisworldamongstthousandsofhouseholds?ic andonothingbut

eovereightthousandhurried days,whathasbeenlefttomebesideshesitation?thepa

stdayslikelightsmokeareblownawaywiththebre ezeorlikeathinlayerofmistevaporatewiththemorningsu n.a

ndwhatmarkhaveileftintheworld?whenha veieverleftamarkastinyasahairspring?icametothiswor ldnaked,

sooni’,it sunfairtome...whydidicometothisworldfornothing?

you,thegenius,pleasetellmewhyourdayshaveg onebyandhaveneverreturned?

【篇三：散文《匆匆》的英文】

编者按

《匆匆》是中国现代杰出散文 家朱自清的一篇优美脍炙人口的散文。

文章主题关于时光流逝，内容紧扣题目

匆匆

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二字，表达了作 者对

时光飞逝，人生短暂的无奈和惋惜。文章字句纯朴简练，清新隽永。

该篇写于

1922

年

3

月，正值

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五四

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运动落潮期。当时的知识分子勇

于图新救国，追求理想，虽迫于当 时政治环境压迫，在经历彷徨，

苦闷，静思之后，不甘沉沦，知难而上，不断进取。朱自 清便是如

此。此《匆匆》中，作者依托春景言情，消极彷徨中却对未来还是

带有积极的美好憧憬。本次选五个英文译本，译者分别为许景城、

张培基、朱 纯深、张梦井、葛浩文。对于前四个译本的分析，厦门

大学外文系口译专业的郭顺同学（ 已毕业）的《自建语料库初探

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以《 匆匆》四种译本的翻译批评为例》从语料库相关理论的视角

分析探讨过。欲知详情，查看 其文，此处不赘述。河北卫视新闻主

播王益豪朗诵中文原文，双语主播李强朗诵许景城英 译文，录音师

张晖对音频进行编辑配乐。特此感谢。

为你读诗

中英对照

匆匆

the flight of time

朱自清

by zhu ziqing

许景城

译

燕子去了，有再来的时候；杨柳枯了，有再青的时候；桃花谢了，

有再开的时候。但是，聪明的，你告诉我，我们的日子为什么一去

不复返呢？

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是有人偷了他们罢：那是谁？又藏在何处呢？是他

< br>们自己逃走了罢：现在又到了哪里呢？

gone are swallows, but they may come back again; withered

are willows, but they may turn green again; fading away are

peach blossoms, but they may flower again. now, you my sage

would you please tell me, why should our days roll by, never to

return? are they stolen by someone? if so, who could it be, and

where could they be hidden? if they run away by themselves,

where are they now?

< br>我不知道他们给了我多少日子；但我的手确乎是渐渐空虚了。在默

默里算着，八千 多日子已经从我手中溜去；像针尖上一滴水滴在大

海里，我的日子滴在时间的流里，没有 声音，也没有影子。我不禁

头涔涔而泪潸潸了。

i have no idea how many days i am granted, but i could feel

that their weight in my hands becomes less and less. in

contemplation, i count, there are more than eight thousand

days having slipped away through my fingers. like a drop of

water falling off the point of a needle down to the sea, my days

are dripping into the stream of time, soundless and traceless.

aware of this, i feel sweats exuding from my forehead, and

tears brimming in my eyes.

去的尽管去了，来的尽管来着；去来的中间 ，又怎样地匆匆呢？早

上我起来的时候，小屋里射进两三方斜斜的太阳。太阳他有脚啊，

轻轻悄悄地挪移了；我也茫茫然跟着旋转。于是

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日子从水盆里过去；吃饭的时候，日子从饭碗里过去；默默时 ，便

从凝然的双眼前过去。我觉察他去的匆匆了，伸出手遮挽时，他又

< br>从遮挽着的手边过去。天黑时，我躺在床上，他便伶伶俐俐地从我

身上跨过，从我 脚边飞去了。等我睁开眼和太阳再见，这算又溜走

了一日。我掩着面叹息。但是新来的日 子的影儿又开始在叹息里闪

过了。

what should be gone will be gone for ever, and what should

come will keep coming for good. between going and coming,

there is a flight of time! when i get up in the morning, the

sunshine the slanting sun sheds beams into my room, edging

away gently and quietly,as if he is footed. without awareness, i

feel myself already echoing his , when i wash

my hands, the sink washes away the day. when i have a meal,

the bowl vanishes the day. when i am in contemplation, my

gazing eyes feel the day passing by. when i feel it in a rush, i

try to hold it to only find it slipping away from my outstretched

hands. when night falls and i lie on my bed, it swiftly strides

over my body and flits past my feet. when i wake and see the

sun again, another day rolls by already. burying my face in my

hands, i heave a sigh, and the new day begins thrilling through

it.

在逃去如飞的日子里，在千门 万户的世界里的我能做些什么呢？只

有徘徊罢了，只有匆匆罢了；在八千多日的匆匆里， 除徘徊外，又

剩些什么呢？过去的日子如轻烟，被微风吹散了，如薄雾，被初阳

蒸融了；我留着些什么痕迹呢？我何曾留着像游丝样的痕迹呢？我

赤裸裸 来到这世界，转眼间也将赤裸裸地回去罢？但不能平的，为

什么偏要白白走这一遭啊？< /p>

amid the fleeting days, what could i do in the world of hustle

and bustle, but roaming and sighing the flight of time? what

have i done in the flight of eight thousand days, except

roaming and roving? the bygone days like wisps of smoke,

have been blown away by breezes and like clusters of thin mist,

have been evaporated by the rising sun. what trace have i left

behind me? alas! nothing! nay, not even a gossamer-like trail! i

have come to this world stark naked, and in a wink, shall i go

back as stark naked as the beginning? however, i can’t get

over it: why must i get through this journey of life for nothing?

你聪明的，告诉我，我们的日子为什么一去不复返呢？

you my sage, please tell me, why should our days roll by,

never to return?

翻译时间：

2011-3-21

于北京林业大学外语学院

修改时间：

2016-2-1

于英国班戈大学英语文学院

其他英译本

译本

1

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transient days

by zhu ziqiing

张培基

译

if swallows go away, they will come back again. if willows

wither, they will turn green again. if peach blossoms fade, they

will flower again. but, tell me, you the wise, why should our

days go by never to return? perhaps they have been stolen by

someone. but who could it be and where could he hide them?

perhaps they have just run away by themselves. but where

could they be at the present moment?

i don’t know how many days i am entitled to altogether, but my

quota of then is undoubtedly wearing away. counting up

silently, i find that more than 8000 days have already slipped

away through my fingers. like a drop of water falling off a

needle point into the ocean, my days are quietly dripping into

the stream of time without leaving a trace. at the thought of

this, sweat oozes from my forehead and tears trickle down my

cheeks.

what is gone is gone, what is to come keeps coming. how swift

is the transition in between! when i get up in the morning, the

slanting sun casts two or three squarish patches of light into

my small room. the sun has feet too, edging away softly and

stealthily. and, without knowing it, i am already caught in its

revolution. thus the day flows away through the sink when i

wash my hands; vanishes in the rice bowl when i have my

meal; passes away quietly before the fixed gaze of my eyes

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