翻译大作业

译文：

The Sun

The sun is shining in the sky.

I, all of us are on the way to school. In Mao Zedong’s works, we are the morning sun; in Hemingway’s novels, we are the sun that never sets; in Cui Jian’s songs, we are the “eggs laid by the red flag”; in Wang Xiaobo’s ridicule, we are th e “eccentric pig”. We, are the sun; the sun, is us.

Under the sun’s penetrating, we are grow ing up abreast of the time.

The sun was what piled up by blocks,

could be casually arranged, stacked,

up to three it couldn’t be one.

I felt so when I was 3.

The sun was what painted in crayons,

could be drawn as one liked,

with the blue it couldn’t be red.

I felt so when I was 5.

The sun was what written in the fairy tales,

which always began with “a sunny day”,

in which written “it doesn’t go home when night comes” it couldn’t set.

I felt so when I was 7.

The sun was raised up by the school playground,

could be illuminated wherever one stood,

the sun on the left, the shadow must be on the right.

I felt so when I was 9.

The sun was laid out with puzzles,

there was only one kind of combination,

only in that way could a sun be worked out.

I felt so when I was 11.

The sun was learned in the Chinese class,

we were taught to read word by word,

“tai” on the left, “yang” on the right.

I felt so when I was13.

The sun was thought out after the deep consideration,

the infinity of words,

in which I could only describe it as “taiyang”.

I felt so when I was 15.

In the days passed by, we, as Macbeth said, also tasted the five flavors in life- - sourness, sweetness, bitterness, spiciness and saltiness. However, in the accumulation of days, in the dogmatic study, we have grown up, while our thoughts have become too identical to identify.

But I want to break it, I want to visualize in my heart the sun of tomorrow, who has the countenance of incomparable beauty, but only does not come out after thousands of calls. This uncertainty, has added to the sun of tomorrow a sense of mystery, whose darkness before dawn has made me full of expectation.

I think, therefore I am. The sun of tomorrow may be the other side of the darkness.

Treasure Life

Touching the confusing night gently with fingers, it feels like water. A few bright spots are flickering in the sky like the glory of life, beautiful and bright. However, few people will notice the stars, try to discover the glory of life and treasure life.

God has put the limited human life into the infinite universe. We feel our own tininess and helplessness as we sigh. Even though we are in a hurry and on the run, we can never change the indifference of heaven and earth, after several decades, all