张培基散文佳作108篇Word格式.docx

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32.健忘的画眉（TheForgetfulSongThrush）33.可爱的南京（NanjingtheBelovedCity）

34.鲁迅先生记（InMemoryofMr.LuXun）35.苗族龙船节（TheMiaoDrangon-BoatFestival）

36.秋天的怀念（FondMemoriesof 

You）37.献你一束花（ABouquetofFlowersforyou）

38.鸭巢围的夜（ANightatMallard-NestVillage）39.玫瑰色的月亮（TheRosyMoon）

40.内画壶《百子图》（SnuffBottleswithPicturesInside）41.维护团结的人（AManUpholdingUnity）

42.我有一个志愿（IHaveaDream）43.运动员的情操（Sportsmen‘sValues）

44.神话世界九寨沟（Jiuzhaigou,China‘sFairyland）45.生命的三分之一（OneThirdofOurLifetime）

46.我可能是天津人（IMightHaveComefromTianjin）47.五台名刹画沧桑（ThefamousMonasteryWitnessesVicissitudes）

48.爱梦想的羞怯女孩（AShyDreamer）49.永久的憧憬和追求（MyLngingandyearning）

50.老人和他的三个儿子（TheOldManandhisthreesons）51.乐山龙舟会多姿多彩（dragon-BoatFestivalatLeshan）

52.撷自那片芳洲的清供（AnOfferingfromhisSweethomeland）53.三峡多奇景妙笔夺开工（TheScenicThreeGorgesCaptured）

54.初中国旅游可到哪些地方（TipsonTravelingtoChinatheFirstTime）

第二部分 

英译汉

1.ABalltoRollAround（滚球）2.ABoupquetforMissBenson（送给卞老师的一束花）

3.ABoyandHisFatherBecomePartners（父子伙伴情）4.AGiftofDreams（梦寐以求的礼物）

5.AHardDayintheKitchen（厨房里的一场闹刷）6.ANationofHypochondriacs（一个疑病症患者的国度）

7.AreBooksanEndangeredSpecies?

（书籍是即将灭绝的物种吗?

）8.ASailor‘sChristmasGift（一个海员的圣诞礼物）

9.ATaleofTwoSmutMerchants（两上淫秽照片商的故事）10.AVisitwiththeFolks（探访故亲）

11.CanadianEskimoLithographs（加拿大爱斯基摩人的石版画）12.DivorceandKids（离婚与孩子）

13.DougHeir（杜格·

埃厄）14.Fame（声誉）15.Felicia‘sJourney（费利西娅的旅行）

16.GeniusSacrificedforfailure（为育庸才损英才）17.GloriesoftheStorm（辉煌壮丽的暴风雨）

18.HanSuyin‘sChina（韩素音笔下的中国）19.Hate（仇恨）20.HowShouldOneReadaBook?

（怎样读书?

）

21.InPraieoftheHumbleComma（小小逗号赞）22.Integrity——FromAMotherinMannville（正直）

23.InthePursuitofaHauntingandTimelessTruth（追寻一段永世难忘的史实）

24.KilleronWingsisUnderThreat（飞翔的杀手正受到威胁）25.LifeinaViolinCase（琴匣子中的生趣）

26.LoveIsNotlikeMerchandise（爱情不是商品）27.Luck（好运气）28.Mayhew（生活的道路）

29.MyAveraeUncle（艾默大叔——一个普通人）30.MyFather‘sMusic（我父亲的音乐）31.MyMother‘sGift（母亲的礼物）

32.NewLightBuldOffersEnergyEfficiency（新型灯泡提高能效）33.OfStudies（谈读书）

34.OnLeadership（论领导）35.OnCottagesinGeneral（农舍概述）36.OvertheHill（开小差）

37.PromiseofBluebirds（蓝知更鸟的希望）38.StoriesonaHeadboard（床头板上故事多）

39.Sunday（星期天）40.TheBlanket（一条毛毯）41.TheColouroftheSky（天空的色彩）

42.ThedateFatherDidn‘tKeep（父亲失约）43.TheKiss（吻）44.TheLetter（家书）

45.TheLittleBoatThatSailedthroughTime（悠悠岁月小船情）46.TheLivingSeas（富有生命的海洋）

47.TheRootsofMyAmbition（我的自强之源）48.ThesongoftheRiver（河之歌）

49.TheyWantedHimEverywhere——HerbertvonKarajan（1908-1989）（哪儿都要他）

50.ThreeGreatPuffyRolls（三个又大双暄的面包圈）51.Trust（信任）

52.WhymeasureLifeinHearbeats?

（何必以心跳定生死？

）53.WhythebonesBreak（骨折缘何而起）

54.WhyWomenLiveLongerthanMen（为什么女人经男人活得长）

AnUglyStone

JiaPingwa

Iusedtofeelsorryforthatuglyblackpieceofstonelyinglikeanoxinfrontofourdoor;

noneknewwhenitwasleftthereandnonepaidanyattentiontoit,exceptatthetimewhenwheatwasharvestedandmygrandma,seeingthegrainsofwheatspreadalloverthegroundinthefrontyardofthehouse,wouldgrumble:

"

Thisuglystonetakessomuchspace.Moveitawaysomeday."

Thusmyunclehadwantedtouseitforthegablewhenhewasbuildingahouse,buthewastroubledtofinditofveryirregularshape,withnoedgesnorcorners,noraflatplaneonit.Andhewouldn'

tbothertobreakitinhalfwithachiselbecausetheriverbankwasnearby,wherehecouldhaveeasilyfetchedamuchbetterstoneinstead.Evenwhenmyunclewasbusywiththeflightofstepsleadingtothenewhousehedidn'

ttakeafancytotheuglystone.Oneyearwhenamasoncameby,weaskedhimtosnakeusastonemillwithit.Asmygrandmaputit:

Whynettakethisone,soyouworsthavetofetchonefromafar."

Butthearsontookalookandshookhishead;

hewouldn'

ttakeitforitwasoftoofineaquality.

Itwasneitherlikeafinepieceofwhitemarbleonwhichwordsorflowerscouldbecarved,norlikeasmoothbigbluishstonepeopleusedtowashtheirclotheson.Thestonejustlaythereinsilence,enjoyingnoshadingfrontthepagodatreesbytheyard,norflowersgrowingaroundit.Asaresultweedsmultipliedandstretchedailoverit,theirstemsandtendrilsgraduallycoveredwithdarkgreenspotsofmoss.Wechildrenbegantodislikethestonetoo,andwouldhavetakenitawayifwehadbeenstrongenough;

allwecoulddoforthepresentwastoleaveitalone,despiteourdisgustorevencurses.

Theonlythingthathadinterestedusintheuglystonewasalittlepitontopofit,whichwasfilledwithwateronrainydays.Threedaysafterarainfall,usually,whenthegroundhadbecomedry,therewasstillwaterinthepit,wherechickenswenttodrink.Andeverymonthwhenitcametotheeveningofthe15thoflunarcalendar,wewouldclimbontothestone,lookingupatthesky,hopingtoseethefullmooncomeoutfromfaraway.AndGrannywouldgiveusascolding,afraidlestweshouldfalldown--andsureenough,Ifelldownoncetohavemykneebroken.Soeverybodycondemnedthestone:

anuglystone,asuglyasitcouldbe.

Thenonedayanastronomercametothevillage.Helookedthestonesquareintheeyethemomenthecameacrossit.Hedidn'

ttakehisleavebutdecidedtostayinourvillage.Quiteanumberofpeoplecameafterwards,sayingthestonewasapieceofaerolitewhichhadfallendownfromtheskytwoorthreehundredyearsago-whatawonderindeed!

Prettysoonatruckcarne,andcarrieditawaycarefully.

Itgaveusagreatsurprise!

Wehadneverexpectedthatsuchastrangeanduglystoneshouldhavecomefromthesky!

Soithadoncemendedthesky,givenoutitsheatandlightthere,andourancestorsshouldhavelookedupatit.Ithardgiventhemlight,broughttherehopesandexpectations,andthenithadfallendowntotheearth,inthemudandamongtheweeds,lyingthereforhundredsofyears!

Mygrandmasaid:

Ineverexpecteditshouldbesogreat!

Butwhycan'

tpeoplebuildawallorpavestepswithit?

"

It'

stoougly,theastronomersaid.

Sure,it'

sreallysougly.”

Butthat'

sjustwhereitsbeautylies!

theastronomersaid,"

itsbeautycomesfromitsugliness."

Beautyfromugliness?

Yes.Whensomethingbecomestheugliest,itturnsoutthemostbeautifulindeed.

Thestoneisnotanordinarypieceofinsensatestone,itshouldn'

tbeusedtobuildawallorpavethesteps,tocarvewordsorflowersortowashclotheson.It'

snotthematerialforthosepettycommonthings,andnowonderit'

sridiculedoftenbypeoplewithpettycommonviews.

Mygrandmabecameblushed,andsodidl.

IfeelshamewhileIfeelthegreatnessoftheuglystone;

Ihaveevencomplainedaboutithavingpocketedsilentlyallithadexperiencedforsomanyyears,butagainIamstruckbythegreatnessthatliesinitslonelyunyieldingexistenceofbeingmisunderstoodbypeople.

Rush

ZhuZiqing

Swallowsmayhavegone,butthereisatimeofreturn;

willowtreesmayhavediedback,butthereisatimeofregreening;

peachblossomsmayhavefallen,buttheywillbloomagain.Now,youthewise,tellme,whyshouldourdaysleaveus,nevertoreturn?

-Iftheyhadbeenstolenbysomeone,whocoulditbe?

Wherecouldirehidethem?

Iftheyhadmadetheescapethemselves,thenwherecouldtheystayatthemoment?

IdonotknowhowmanydaysIhavebeengiventospend,butIdofeelmyhandsaregettingempty.Takingstocksilently,Ifindthatmorethaneightthousanddayshavealreadyslidawayfromme.Likeadropofwaterfromthepointofaneedledisappearingintotheocean,mydaysaredrippingintothestreamoftime,soundless,traceless.Alreadysweatisstartingonmyforehead,andtearswellingupinmyeyes.

Thosethathavegonehavegoneforgood,thosetocomekeepcoming;

yetinbetween,howswiftistheshift,insucharush?

WhenIgetupinthemorning,theslantingsunmarksitspresenceinmysmallmomintwoorthreeoblongs.Thesunhasfeet,look,heistreadingon,lightlyandfurtively;

andIamcaught,blankly,inhisrevolution.'

Thus,--thedayflowsawaythroughthesinkwhenIwashmyhands,wearsoffinthebowlwhenIeatmymeal,andpassesawaybeforemydaydreaminggazeasIreflectinsilence.Icanfeelhishastenow,soIreachoutmyhandstoholdhimback,butbekeepsflowingpastmywithholdinghands.Intheevening,asIlieinbed,hestridesovermybody,glidespastmyfeet,inhisagileway.ThemomentIopenmyeyesandmeetthesunagain,onewholedayhasgone.Iburymyfaceinmyhandsandheaveasigh.Butthenewdaybeginstoflashpastinthesigh.

WhatcanIdo,inthisbustlingworld,withmydaysflyingintheirescape?

Nothingbuttohesitate,torush.WhathaveIbeendoinginthateight-thousand-dayrush,apartfromhesitating?

Thosebygonedayshavebeendispersedassmokebyafightwind,orevaporated