醉翁亭记的英语翻译
醉翁亭记英文版翻译
Unit10 翻译练习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“醉翁”也。
醉翁之意不在酒，在乎山水间也。
山水之乐，得之心而寓之酒也。
Chuzhou city is surrounded by mountains. Among its southwest, woods and valley are particularly beautiful. Look from a distance, the mount filled with dense woods and beautiful deep scenery is called Langya. Walked for several miles, we will gradually hear the sound of floating water. Seeing from a distance, the spring, pouring down between the two peaks, is Niang spring. Due to the tortuous mountain, the road is following to turn off. Near the spring, there is a pavilion with four corners cocked like a bird spread its wings. That is the hut of the Old Drunkard. Who built this hut? It was the monk Zhixian. Who gave its name? The prefecture chief himself. The prefecture chief together with his friends often tipsy after drinking a little and he is the oldest one, so he calls himself the Old Drunkard. He is not interested in drinking wine but in appreciating the beautiful scenery between the hills and water. He remember this pleasure with his heart and express it to wine.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。
《醉翁亭记》英译
醉翁亭记The Old Drunkard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。
The district of Chu is entirely surrounded by hills, and the south-west are clothed with a dense and beautiful growth of trees, over which the eye wanders in rapture away to the confines of Shandong. [The prefecture of Chu is surrounded by hills on all sides. 首句独立即可，古代的郡可相对应地翻译为prefecture, 而泛译为district也可。
The southwest ones, clothed with a dense and beautiful growth of trees, range up and down elegantly，over which eye wanders in rapture to the exuberant explosion point of green coverings---Langya Mountain. 关于“林壑尤美”都应该明译，我认为只译成“林美”是不够的，上面的译文无疑呈现了“林美”,可是丘壑之景观没有显现出来; 滁位于现安徽滁县，而并不是山东的滁州，显然译者将之混淆不分了]山行六七里，渐闻水声潺潺而泻出于两峰之间者，酿泉也。
峰回路转，有亭翼然临于泉上者，醉翁亭也。
A walk of two or three miles on those hills brings one within earshot of the sound of falling water, which gushes forth from a ravine known as the Wine-Fountain; while hard by in anook at a bend of the road stands a kiosque, commonly spoken of as the Old Drunkard’s Arbor. [A walk of two or three miles brings you within earshot of the gurgling of falling water, known as Fountain for Wine, which gushes forth from a ravine in middle of two hilltops;第一点是用象声词gurgling取代了通用词sound，更加形象生动也更贴近原文“潺潺”，第二点是将known as Fountain for Wine置于中间做定语防止引起曲解，其实说酿泉就是指那飞泻的流水，而不是指溪谷。
醉翁亭记英文翻译
醉翁亭记英文翻译醉翁亭记英文翻译原文：醉翁亭记欧阳修环皆山也。
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，渐闻水声潺潺而泻出于两峰之间者，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，提携，往来而不绝者，人游也。
临溪而渔，溪深而鱼肥。
酿泉为酒，泉香而酒洌;山肴野，杂然而前陈者，太守宴也。
宴酣之乐，非丝非竹，射者中，弈者胜，筹交错，起坐而喧哗者，众宾欢也。
苍颜白发，颓然乎其间者，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，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。
英译：The Roadside Hut of the Old DrunkardOuyang XiuThe District of Chu is enclosed all around by hills, of which those in the southwest boast the most lovely forests and dales. In the distance, densely wooded and possessed of a ruggedbeauty, is Mt. Langya. When you penetrate a mile or two into this mountain you begin to hear the gurgling of a stream, and presently the stream — the Brewer's Spring — comes into sight cascading between two peaks. Rounding a bend you see a hut with a spreading roof by the stream, and this is the Roadside Hut of the Old Drunkard. This hut was built by the monk Zhixian. It was given its name by the governor, referring to himself. The governor, coming here with his friends, often gets tipsy after a little drinking; and since he is the most advanced in years, he calls himself the Old Drunkard. He delights less in drinking than in the hills and streams, taking pleasure in them and expressing the feeling in his heart through drinking.Now at dawn and dusk in this mountain come the changes between light and darkness: when the sun emerges, the misty woods become clear; when the clouds hang low, the grottoes are wrapped in gloom. Then in the course of the four seasons, You find wild flowers burgeoning and blooming with a secret fragrance, the stately trees put on their mantle of leaves and give a goodly shade, until wind and frost touch all with austerity, the water sinks low and the rocks at the bottom of the stream emerge.A man going there in the morning and returning in the evening during the changing pageant of the seasons can derive endless pleasure from the place.And the local people may be seen making their way there and back in an endless stream, the old and infirm as well as infants in arms, men carrying burdens who sing as they go, passersby stopping to rest beneath the trees, those in front calling out and those behind answering. There the governor gives a feast with a variety of dishes before him, mostly wild vegetables and mountain produce. The fish are freshly caught from thestream, and since the stream is deep and the fish are fat; the wine is brewed with spring water, and since the spring is sweet the wine is superb. There they feast and drink merrily with no accompaniment of strings or flutes; when someone wins a game of touhu or chess, when they mark up their scores in drinking games together, or raise a cheerful din sitting or standing, it can be seen that the guests are enjoying themselves. The elderly man with white hair in the middle, who sits utterly relaxed and at his ease, is the governor, already half drunk.Then the sun sinks towards the hills, men's shadows begins to flit about and scatter; and now the governor leaves, followed by his guests. In the shade of the woods birds chirp above and below, showing that the men have gone and the birds are at peace. But although the birds enjoy the hills and forests, they cannot understand the men's pleasure in them; and although men enjoy accompanying the governor there, they cannot understand his pleasure either. The governor is able to share his enjoyment with others when he is in his cups, and sober again can write an essay about it. Who is this governor? Ouyang Xiu of Luling.。
欧阳修《醉翁亭记》中文版和英文版
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。
The Roadside Hut of the Old DrunkardOuyang XiuThe District of Chu is enclosed all around by hills, of which those in the southwest boast the most lovely forests and dales. In the distance, densely wooded and possessed of a rugged beauty, is Mt. Langya. When you penetrate a mile or two into this mountain you begin to hear the gurgling of a stream, and presently the stream — the Brewer's Spring — comes into sight cascading between two peaks. Rounding a bend you see a hut with a spreading roof by the stream, and this is the Roadside Hut of the Old Drunkard. This hut was built by the monk Zhixian. It was given its name by the governor, referring to himself. The governor, coming here with his friends, often gets tipsy after a little drinking; and since he is the most advanced in years, he calls himself the Old Drunkard. He delights less in drinking than in the hills and streams, taking pleasure in them and expressing the feeling in his heart through drinking.Now at dawn and dusk in this mountain come the changes between light and darkness: when the sun emerges, the misty woods become clear; when the clouds hang low, the grottoes are wrapped in gloom. Then in the course of the four seasons, You find wild flowers burgeoning and blooming with a secret fragrance, the stately trees put on their mantle of leaves and give a goodly shade, until wind and frost touch all with austerity, the water sinks low and the rocks at the bottom of the stream emerge.A man going there in the morning and returning in the evening during the changing pageant of the seasons can derive endless pleasure from the place.And the local people may be seen making their way there and back in an endless stream, the old and infirm as well as infants in arms, men carrying burdens who sing as they go, passersby stopping to rest beneath the trees, those in front calling out and those behind answering. There the governor gives a feast with a variety of dishes before him, mostly wild vegetables and mountain produce. The fish are freshly caught from the stream, and since the stream is deep and the fish are fat; the wine is brewed with spring water, and since the spring is sweet the wine is superb. There they feast and drink merrily with no accompaniment of strings or flutes; when someone wins a game of touhu or chess, when they mark up their scores in drinking games together, or raise a cheerful din sitting or standing, it can be seen that the guests are enjoying themselves. The elderly man with white hair in the middle, who sits utterly relaxed and at his ease, is the governor, already half drunk.Then the sun sinks towards the hills, men's shadows begins to flit about and scatter; and now the governor leaves, followed by his guests. In the shade of the woods birds chirp above and below, showing that the men have gone and the birds are at peace. But although the birds enjoy the hills and forests, they cannot understand the men's pleasure in them; and although men enjoy accompanying the governor there, they cannot understand his pleasure either. The governor is able to share his enjoyment with others when he is in his cups, and sober again can write an essay about it. Who is this governor Ouyang Xiu of Luling.（杨宪益、戴乃迭译）The Story of the Old Drunkard TowerOu-yang HsiuThe prefecture of Chu is surrounded with hills on all sides. The wooded ravines of the south-west peaks are particularly beautiful. Lo, there is Lang Ya Hill shrouded in deep, luxuriant blue. After a few miles' walk in the mountains, the murmur of a stream will gradually come within hearing —that is the Brewing Fountain pouring down between two peaks. By turning round the peak along a bending path there appears a tower standing like a perching bird above the fountain —that is the Old Drunkard Tower. Who built the tower A Buddhist monk, the Wise Immortal. Who gave it the name The Prefect refers to himself. The Prefect comes to drink here with his guests. Only a little drinking will make him drunk; and being the eldest he therefore calls himself the old drunkard. The old drunkard is not interested in the wine, but in the hills and rivers. The joy of hills and rivers, found in the heart, mingles itself with the wine.To illustrate, the sunrise dispersing the mists over the woods, and the return of clouds dimming the caves below the rocks — this is the alteration of light and shade, which represents the morning and evening in the mountains. Sweet smell emitting from the fresh wild grass; luxuriant shades made by the fine trees; the high, clear skies, windy and frosty; rocks standing out of receding water — these are the changes of the four seasons in the mountains. Going out in the morning and coming back in the evening, one finds each of the four seasons has its different scenery, and the pleasure is inexhaustible.As for the carriers on the road, the wayfarers taking rest under the trees, some shouting ahead and some score behind, and others bent with burdens going to and fro without a break —these are visitors from Chu itself. To angle at the stream where the stream is deep and the fishes are fat; to brew the fountain water into wine where the water is delicious and the wine is clear; and with mountain game and wild vegetable placed before him in a confused manner —that is the Prefect at banquet. The pleasure of revelry is music neither of string, no of bamboo. The shooters hittingthe marks; the chess-players scoring victory; winecups and counters mixed together; and people sitting down and rising up with much noise — the guests are happy and merry. And amidst the crowd a man with a sallow face and white hair, being hardly able to stand firm — that is the Prefect made drunk.Soon the sun touching the mountain, and the shadows of men being scattered in confusion — the Prefect, followed by his guests, is going back. In the shades of the groves warbling is heard up and down —the birds are enjoying themselves after the departure of the visitors. The birds enjoy mountains and woods, but understand not the pleasure of men; and men enjoy the pleasure of following the Prefect in excursion, but they know not what pleasure the Prefect enjoys. He who shares their pleasures in drunkenness, and when awake can relate it in writing — this is the Prefect. Who is the Prefect — Ou-yang Hsiu of Lu Ling.（潘正英译）The Pavilion of the Drunken Old ManOuyang XiuChu Zhou is surrounded with mountains. The forests and valleys on the southwest ridge are especially beautiful. Lying in the distance, where the trees grow luxuriantly and gracefully, is the Langya Mountain. Six or seven li up the mountain path, a gurgling sound grows clearer and clearer. It is from a spring that falls between two mountains. The spring is called the Wine-Making Spring. The path turns and twists along the mountain ridge, and above the spring rests a pavilion perching aloft like a bird with wings outstretched. This is the Pavilion of the Drunken Old Man. Who built this pavilion Monk Zhixian, who lived in the mountain. And who furnished it with that name It was the prefect, who named it after his own alias. The prefect often comes here to drink wine with his friends and he easily gets tipsy after a few cups. Being oldest in age among his companions, he calls himself "the drunken old man". The drinker's heart is not in the cup, but in the mountains and waters. The joy he gets from them is treasured in the heart, and now and then he will express it through wine-drinking.In the morning, the rising sun disperses the forest mists, and in the evening, the gathering clouds darken the caves and valleys. This shifting from light to darkness is morning and evening in the mountains. In spring, blooming flowers send forth a delicate fragrance; in summer, the flourishing trees afford deep shades; in autumn, the sky is high and crisp, and the frost, snowy white; in winter, the water of the creek recedes and the bare bedrock emerges. These are the mountain scenes in the four seasons. Going to the mountain in the morning and returning home in the evening and enjoying the beauties of the mountain in different seasons is a delight beyond description!Carriers are singing all along the way, and pedestrians are taking rest beneath the trees. Some are shouting from the fore and are answered by others from behind. There are hunchbacked old folks, and children led by their elders. They are people from Chuzhou who have come here in an endless stream. Some are fishing by the creek where the water is deep and the fish are big. The water itself is faintly scented and the wine brewed from it is crystal clear. Upon the prefect's banquet table is a sundry layer of dishes, including the meat of wild beasts and the flavorings of edible mountain herbs. The joy of the feast lies not in the musical accompaniment of strings or flutes, but in winning the games, such as throwing arrows into the vessel, or chess playing. Wine cups and gambling chips lay scattered in blithe disarray. The revelers, now sitting, now standing, cavort madly among themselves. These are the prefect's guests, and the old man with wizened face and white hair among them, who is half drunk, is none other than the prefect himself.As dusk falls, one sees shifting shadows scattering in all directions. The prefect is leaving for home, and his guests are following him. The shadows of the trees are deepening, and birds are chirping high and low. The people are going home, leaving the birds free to enjoy themselves. The birds only know their joy in the wooded mountains, but are unaware of what makes the people joyful. The people only know that they are joyful on their excursion with the prefect, but are unaware that the prefect finds his joy in seeing them joyful. He, who enjoys himself with the people when drunk, and records this excursion in writing when sober, is the prefect himself. And who is the prefect He is Ouyang Xiu of Luling.（罗经国译）The Arbour of the Drunken GraybeardOuyang XiuSurrounding Chu Prefecture are all mountains. Those standing in the southwest with wooded peaks and valleys are the most sublime. The one that commands a view of luxuriant forests, imparting a sense of seclusion and veiled beauty, is Mount Langya. A walk of six or seven li along the mountain trail brings one within earshot of gurgling water, which announces Niang Spring gushing out between two peaks. The path twists and the peak gives a changed aspect. Then one comes in sight of an arbour soaring like a bird spreading its wings over the spring. This is namely the Arbour of the Drunken Graybeard. Who set up the arbour The monk of the mountains called Zhi Xian. Who gave it the name His Excellency the prefect. The prefect and his guests often come here to drink. Even with a few sips, the former would become intoxicated, and being the oldest, styled himself the Drunken Graybeard. The Drunken Graybeard does not aim at wine, but at the splendid scenery. The delight it bestows is acquired by heart but deposited in wine.The sun rises, the fog in the forests dissipates, and the stone caves become obscured as clouds are vanishing—the shift of light to darkness marks the passage of time from dawn till dusk. And then the wild flowers blossom, emitting their delicate fragrance, the woods are clad with lush foliage. Again, nature is hoary with rime and stones stand out in the shallow stream—all this shows the changes of the four seasons in the mountains. Setting out from morn and returning at eve, one perceives the different views in different seasons and the joy of admiring nature’s beauty is simply infinite.As for the carriers singing on the way, the ramblers resting in the trees’ shade, the men walking ahead calling and being answered by those trailing behind, and the senile trudging with bowed bodies or the adults leading their children by the hand, all forming an uninterrupted passage of people to and fro—it is the Chu folks sauntering on the mountain. Angling in the deep stream teeming with fat fish, brewing aromatic wine with Niang Spring water, hunting for game and gathering wild edible plants—all this is for the preparation of a miscellaneous feast in honour of the prefect. The jocundity of the feast does not find expression in music. You can see the contestants shooting their arrows into the pots for prizes, the chess players winning their games, cups and goblets scatters in confusion, and people roistering in standing or sitting postures —it is the guests revelling. And the white-haired old man, stricken in years, lying prostrate in their midst —it is the prefect being inebriated.Then the sun is setting down the mountain ridges, and the excursionists are dispersing in different directions. The prefect is going home, followed by his guests. Under the canopy of leaves, birds are warbling everywhere, for they are glad of the departure of the intruders. However, the fowls know the joy of wooded mountains, but they are beyond the knowledge of man’s happiness. And the folks know how to make merry in the company of the prefect, but they have no idea how His Excellency enjoys himself. The one who is able to share the common mirth when intoxicated and put it down in refined description when sobered is none other than the prefect. Who is the prefect Ouyang Xiu of Luling.（谢百魁译）Chuchow is surrounded by mountains; the woods and valleys to the southwest are particularly beautiful. One of the ranges, the Langya, which can be seen from a long way off, is thickly covered with tall and graceful vegetation. After journeying on the mountainside for six or seven li, one begins to hear the sound of flowing water. It is the Niang Spring rushing out from between two peaks. Placed amidst surrounding elevations and winding roads is a pavilion which juts out over the spring like the wing of a bird. This is the Old Drunkard’s Pavilion, which was built by the monk Chih-hsien and named by the Prefect with an allusion to himself. He frequently comes here and drinks with his guests. He gets drunk on a few cups, and he is the oldest of all the topers. Hence the self-imposed nickname—Old Drunkard. However, Old Drunkard’s heart is not set on the wine, but lies somewhere betwixt the mountains and the rivers. The delight of mountains and rivers comes from the heart, and is derived from wine.When the sun rises, the atmosphere in the woods clears up. When the clouds come home, the mountain caves grow dark. This coming of brightness and darkness spells the arrival of morning and evening respectively in the mountains. Now the wild grass emits a refreshing perfume; now exquisite trees grow luxuriantly and cast a deep shade; now wind and frost, high and pure, go their rounds; now the water becomes clear and the pebbles are exposed to view. These are the four seasons in the mountains. If we make our outings in the morning and come back in the evening, the landscapes of the four seasons are different and the pleasures they afford are unlimited.People carrying burdens sing as they go, travelers pause to rest under the trees, those walking in front give a shout and those following behind respond. The travelers, with their backs bent, carry their children and come and go incessantly. These are the people of Chuchow journeying on the road. When angle in the deep brook, we catch fat fish. When we make wine with the sweet spring water, it is clear and smooth to the palate. Other mountain food and wild vegetable are assembled with these and set on the table before us when the Prefect gives his feast. Even without wind or stringed instruments, the revelries become intense with arrow-throwing and chess, with drinking and wine games. Now seated, now standing up, the guests utter loud noises, and have a marvelous time. Little by little, the Prefect, sitting in the center withhis wrinkled face and gray hair, is seen drooping under the effect of the wine.Shortly after, the sun sets over the mountains, the shadows of the revelers are scattered around and the guests follow the Prefect as he returns home. A pall of darkness covers the trees, while the birds warble here and there as the guests leave. However, while the birds know the delights of mountains and trees, they do not know those of men; and while men know the delights of traveling with the Prefect, they do not know how the Prefect enjoys their pleasures. It is the Prefect who can share their pleasures while drunk and write about them while sober. Who is the Prefect It is none other than Ou-yang Hsiu from Luling.（刘师舜译）The Old Drunkard’s ArbourOu-Yang ShiouThe district of Ch'u is entirely surrounded by hills, and the peaks to the south-west are clothed with a dense and beautiful growth of trees, over which the eye wanders in rapture away to the confines of Shantung.A walk of two or three miles on those hills brings one within earshot of the sound of falling water which gushes forth from a ravine, and is known as the Wine-Fountain; while hard by in a nook at a bend in the road stands a kiosque, commonly spoken of as the Old Drunkard’s Arbour.It was built by a Buddhist priest, called Deathless Wisdom, who lived among these hills; and who received the above name from the Governor himself. For the latter used to bring his friends hither to take wine; and as he personally was incapacitated by a very few cups, and was, moreover, well stricken in years, he gave himself the sobriquet of the Old Drunkard.But it was not wine that attracted him to this spot; it was the charming scenery which wine enabled him to enjoy.The sun’s rays, peeping at dawn through the trees, by-and-by to be obscured behind gathering clouds, leaving naught but gloom around, give to this spot the alternations of morning and night.The wild flowers that exhale their perfume from the darkness of some shady dell; the luxuriant foliage of the dense forest of beautiful trees; the clear frosty wind; and the naked boulders of the lessening torrent;—these are the indications of spring, summer, autumn, and winter.Morning is the time to go thither, returning with the shades off night; and although the place presents a different aspect with the changes of the season, its charms are subject to no interruption, but continue always.Burden-carriers sing their way along the road, travellers rest awhile under the trees; shouts from one, responses from another; old people hobbling along; children in arms, children dragged along by hand; backwards and forwards all day long without a break;—these are the people of Ch'u.A cast in the stream, and a fine fish taken from some spot where the eddying pools begin to deepen; a draught of cool wine from the fountain; and a few such dishesof meats and fruits as the hills are able to provide;—these, nicely spread out beforehand, constitute the Governor’s feast.And in the revelry of the banquet hour there is no thought of toil or trouble. Every archer hits his mark, and every player wins his partie; goblets flash from hand to hand, and a buzz of conversation is heard as the guests move unconstrainedly about. Among them is an old man with white hair, bald at the top of his head. This is the drunken Governor, who, when the evening sun kisses the tips of the hills, and the falling shadows are drawn out and blurred, bends his steps homewards in company with his friends. Then in the growing darkness are heard sounds above and below: the beasts of the field and the birds of the air are rejoicing at the departure of man. They, too, can rejoice in hills and trees, but they cannot rejoice as man rejoices.So also the Governor’s friends. They rejoice with him, though they know not at what it is that he rejoices. Drunk, he can rejoice with them; sober, he can discourse with them;—such is the Governor. And should you ask who is the Governor, I reply, “Ou-yang Hsiu of Lu-ling.”（Herbert A. Giles 译）。
醉翁亭记英文翻译
环绕着滁州城的都是山。
它西南方的山峰，树林和山谷尤其优美。
远远望过去树木茂盛，景色幽深秀丽的，是琅琊山。
沿着山上走六七里，渐渐听到潺潺的流水声，又看到一股水流从两峰之间飞泻而下，是酿泉。
山势回环，路随山转，有一个四角翘起，像鸟张开翅膀一样的亭子靠近酿泉边的，是醉翁亭。
建造这个亭子的人是谁？是山里的和尚智仙。
给它命名的人是谁？是太守用自己的别号给它命名的。
太守和宾客来这里饮酒，喝了一点就醉了，而且年龄又是最大，所以给自己起了个别号叫“醉翁”。
醉翁的情趣不在喝酒上，而在欣赏山水之间的美景，游山玩水的乐趣，领会在心里，寄托在喝酒上。
The story of the old drunkard pavilionChu Zhou is surrounded by mountains.The forests and valleys on the southwest peak are especially beautiful.Looking from the distance, there is the Langya Mountain, where the trees are arborous and the scenery is graceful. After a few miles’ walk along the mountain path, we can hear the bicker grows more and more clear. And there is from a spring that falls between two mountains which is called the Brewing Fountain. The path turns and twists along the mountain ridge, and a bove the spring rests a pavilion perching aloft like a bird with wings outstretched.----That i s the Pavilion of the Drunken Old Man. Who built this pavilion? Monk Zhixian, who lived i n the mountain. And who gave it name? It was the prefect,(prefecture chief in feudal China)who named it after his own alias. The prefect often comes here to drink wine with h is friends and he easily gets tipsy after a few cups. Being oldest in age among his compa nions, he calls himself "the drunken old man". The drinker's heart is not in the cup, but in the mountains and waters. The joy he gets from them is treasured in the heart, but he just express it through wine-drinking.。
《醉翁亭记》英译本赏析
醉翁亭记》 《醉翁亭记》简介
本文通过对优美的自然环境的描写与和乐的社会风气的描 含蓄委婉地表现了欧阳修被贬之后的特殊心境. 写,含蓄委婉地表现了欧阳修被贬之后的特殊心境.散文 中描写了在年事已高的太守管辖下, 中描写了在年事已高的太守管辖下,众百姓的日常生活以 及太守自己生活的一个片断,呈现的是一派闲适快活,安 及太守自己生活的一个片断,呈现的是一派闲适快活, 详和平的景象,作者感到无限的快乐,不禁心旷神怡, 详和平的景象,作者感到无限的快乐,不禁心旷神怡,宽 辱皆忘,一切人世间的荣辱,烦恼都置之脑后. 辱皆忘,一切人世间的荣辱,烦恼都置之脑后.欧阳修以 醉翁"自称,旷达自放,摆脱宦海浮沉,人世纷扰, "醉翁"自称,旷达自放,摆脱宦海浮沉,人世纷扰,在 这远离都市的山水之间,把自己的心灵沉浸到闲适, 这远离都市的山水之间,把自己的心灵沉浸到闲适,恬淡 的情境里,获得了一种平衡,和谐的感受.这种感受渗透 的情境里,获得了一种平衡,和谐的感受. 醉翁亭记》 使文章如田园诗一般,淡雅而自然, 在《醉翁亭记》里,使文章如田园诗一般,淡雅而自然, 婉转而流畅. 婉转而流畅.
▲surround sth: to be all around sth ▲ enclose sth.: to surround sth. (Oxford Dictionary)
句子结构分析(主述意义): "其西南诸峰,林壑尤美"此句的主语是 "林壑"属并列 "西南诸峰",而"林壑尤美"是述语,是对 关系,译为 wooded ravines "诸峰"的景象的描述.V1,V3主述关系 欠妥 错误. 错误.
V2:He delights less in drinking than in the hills and streams V3:The old drunkard is not interested in the wine, but in the hills and rivers.
《醉翁亭记》英译文赏析
艺术海岸线Artistic Coastline欧阳修（1007-1072），字永叔，号“六一居士”，庐陵(今江西吉安)人。
于宋仁宗天圣八年中进士，仕途顺利，在中央和各地做官，由翰林学士、札部侍郎，至枢密副使、参知政事。
他关心人民疾苦，力求为人民做实事，也主张文学变革和实用，是典型的政治家兼文学家。
他的散文名篇《醉翁亭记》借助骈散结合的句子，十分简洁洗练的语言，尤其是二十一个“也”字构成的一连串的解释句，生动地描写了滁州山林朝夕异趣与四时变幻的景色，表达了滁人及作者自己游历于山水之间的无限乐趣，抒发了古代儒官“与民同乐”的豪迈和得意，达到了艺术升华的境界。
他的《醉翁亭记》写得格调清丽，富有诗情画意，在我国文学史上具有很高的艺术价值。
许多中外翻译家将其译成英文。
但是，对其译本的研究则是少之又少，而本文对Giles译的《醉翁亭记》中的经典译例做了简单赏析。
一、译者简介这篇散文的英译者是英国著名汉学家和汉语典籍翻译家翟理思（Herbert A.Giles,1845-1935）。
他曾于1867年来华任英使馆翻译，对于中国文化和古典文学有精深的造诣。
他的译笔古雅流畅，且讲究散文的音韵效果和内在的节奏感；在行文和措辞上比较能照顾到中国文化词语的趣味，也深得古典散文翻译之妙。
他的翻译策略和方法，同一般所谓的“忠实于原文”的直译法和企图全面传达原语文化的“注释派”译法有天壤之别，十分讲究“入乎其中出乎其外”的功夫，足可供初学者模仿和借鉴，也值得进一步做深入研究。
二、经典译例赏析（1）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。
Giles:The district of Ch’u is entirely surrounded by hills,and the peaks to the south-west are clothed with a dense and beautiful growth of trees,over which the eye wanders in rapture away to the confines of Shantung[1].首句“环滁皆山也”是欧阳修修改后的句子。
《醉翁亭记》英译
《醉翁亭记》英译《醉翁亭记》作于宋仁宗庆历五年（公元1045年），当时欧阳修正任滁州太守。
欧阳修是从庆历五年被贬官到滁州来的。
他在滁州实行宽简政治，发展生产，使当地人过上了一种和平安定的生活，年丰物阜，而且又有一片令人陶醉的山水，便提笔写下此篇《醉翁亭记》。
中文原文：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，而泻出于两峰之间者，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。
(山之僧智仙也 一作：山之僧曰智仙也)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，泉香而酒洌，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，起坐而喧哗者，众宾欢也。
苍颜白发，颓然乎其间者，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。
英文译文：The Old Drunkard’s ArbourOu-Yang ShiouThe district of Ch'u is entirely surrounded by hills, and the peaks to the south-west are clothed with a dense and beautiful growth of trees, over which the eye wanders in rapture away to the confines of Shantung.A walk of two or three miles on those hills brings one within earshot of the sound of falling water which gushes forth from a ravine, and is known as the Wine-Fountain; while hard by in a nook at a bend in the road stands a kiosque, commonly spoken of as the Old Drunkard’s Arbour.It was built by a Buddhist priest, called Deathless Wisdom, who lived among these hills; and who received the above name from the Governor himself. For the latter used to bring his friends hither to take wine; and as he personally was incapacitated by a very few cups, and was, moreover, well stricken in years, he gave himself the sobriquet of the Old Drunkard.But it was not wine that attracted him to this spot; it was the charming scenery which wine enabled him to enjoy.The sun’s rays, peeping at dawn through the trees, by-and-by to be obscured behind gathering clouds, leaving naught but gloom around, give to this spot the alternations of morning and night.The wild flowers that exhale their perfume from the darkness of some shady dell; the luxuriant foliage of the dense forest of beautiful trees; the clear frosty wind; and the naked boulders of the lessening torrent;—these are the indications of spring, summer, autumn, and winter. Morning is the time to go thither, returning with the shades off night; and although the place presents a different aspect with the changes of the season, its charms are subject to no interruption, but continue always.Burden-carriers sing their way along the road, travellers rest awhile under the trees; shouts from one, responses from another; old people hobbling along; children in arms, children dragged along by hand; backwards and forwards all day long without a break;—these are the people of Ch'u.A cast in the stream, and a fine fish taken from some spot where the eddying pools begin to deepen; a draught of cool wine from the fountain; and a few such dishes of meats and fruits as the hills are ableto provide;—these, nicely spread out beforehand, constitute the Governor’s feast.And in the revelry of the banquet hour there is no thought of toil or trouble. Every archer hits his mark, and every player wins his partie; goblets flash from hand to hand, and a buzz of conversation is heard as the guests move unconstrainedly about. Among them is an old man with white hair, bald at the top of his head. This is the drunken Governor, who, when the evening sun kisses the tips of the hills, and the falling shadows are drawn out and blurred, bends his steps homewards in company with his friends. Then in the growing darkness are heard sounds above and below: the beasts of the field and the birds of the air are rejoicing at the departure of man. They, too, can rejoice in hills and trees, but they cannot rejoice as man rejoices.So also the Governor’s friends. They rejoice with him, though they know not at what it is that he rejoices. Drunk, he can rejoice with them; sober, he can discourse with them;—such is the Governor. And should you ask who is the Governor, I reply, “Ou-yang Hsiu of Lu-ling.”。
醉翁亭记 英译
醉翁亭记英译《醉翁亭记》是欧阳修的一篇著名散文，以下是一篇《醉翁亭记》的英文翻译。
Drunken Master PavilionWith the lakeside and hills springing into sight at every turn, the drunken master's pavilion stands in the deep shade of the old cypresses. The clear streams bubble and rush, and the green hills tower and stretch. The sunny clearness of the morning, the softness of the balmy breeze, the melodious birdsong, and the jade-like clearness of the spring water—all these are matched by the pavilion. The pavilion is also matched by the views of the evening clouds, which soften the sunset glow, and the snow-capped peaks, which mirror themselves in the evening water.In spring, the willows are fresh and green, the peach blossoms are dazzlingly white, and the stream is laughing and singing as it flows. In autumn, the osmanthus is fragrant, the maple leaves are red, and the clear stream is reflecting the bright moon. In winter, when the frost is hard and the snow is heavy, and allother trees have lost their leaves, only the pine and cypress still stand, tossing in the wintry blasts.When I was at Flower Town I often went to visit a friend who lived on a hillside pavilion called "Drunken Master Pavilion." My friend was a man of letters who loved to drink and sing with his friends. He had a bookish-looking servant who was always at his beck and call. This servant used to cook for us and bring us wine and tea. We would sing and play chess under the pavilion as we looked down on the lake or up at the sky. At such times we forgot that anyone else existed in the world.Flower Town was once a famous city with many beautiful scenic spots. It has now become a ruin, but "Drunken Master Pavilion" still stands by the lakeside, like a piece of poetry written in stone, recalling memories of long ago. Whenever I visit this place I cannot help thinking of my friend of yore, and I am overcome by a feeling of emptiness and sadness.This is my record of my visit to "Drunken Master Pavilion" in Flower Town. I wrote it to show how much Ivalue my friends as well as to immortalize their memory.This record is inscribed by欧阳修。
醉翁亭记英译
2014年10月23日文学翻译练习四译者：张婷学号：2014300414醉翁亭记Story of Old Tippler’s Pavilion欧阳修Ou-Yang Hsiu环滁皆山也。
Chuzhou City is surrounded by mountains.其西南诸峰，林壑尤美。
The peaks in the southwest, woods and valley are particularly beautiful.望之蔚然而深秀者，琅琊也。
The view from distant place is that the mount filled with luxuriant trees and beautiful deep landscape is called Mount Langya.山行六七里，渐闻水声潺潺，而泄出于两峰之间者，酿泉也。
Walking along the mountain path for six or seven miles, we can gradually hear the sound of rushing water. The spring which is seen to pour down between two peaks,is Niang Spring.峰回路转，有亭翼然临于泉上者，醉翁亭也。
Along the tortuous mountain and the crooked road flows the spring, which a pavilion like a bird spreading its wings flies over. That is the Old Tippler’sPavilion.作亭者谁？山之僧智仙也。
Who built this pavilion? He was the monk Zhixian.名之者谁？太守自谓也。
《醉翁亭记》英译本 赏析
译本赏析：（句法）
例：醉能同其乐，醒能述以文者，太守也。 杨译本：The governor is able to share his enjoyment with others when he is in his cups and sober again can write an essay about it.
（原文“述以文”实为“述之以文”，省略了“述”的宾语“之” 字，又把状语“以文”倒装。）
译本赏析：（韵律）
例：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。 杨译本：There the governor gives a feast...The fish are freshly caught from the stream, and since the stream is deep the fish are fat; the wine is brewed with spring water, and since the spring is sweet the wine i从句，添加主语”he”)
翟译本：Drunk, he can rejoice with them; sober, he can discourse with them，—such is the Governor.
(“drunk”和“sober”两个词做时间状语)
（1）紧缩句 （2）省略句
作者介绍： 杨宪益、戴乃迭：
翟里斯：
翟里斯 Herbert A. Giles ( 1845—1935) 是 英国的外交官、汉学家 和中国文化研究员，因 翻译中国的古典名作而 出名。他翻译了大量中 国古代思想家的作品， 如孔子和老子。
杨宪益( 1915—2009) 是我国著名的翻译家、 诗人和外国文学研究者。 他和妻子戴乃迭翻译了 《红楼梦》、全本《儒 林外史》等经典巨著， 得到了世界翻译圈的关 注及好评，产生了广泛 而长久的影响。
醉翁亭记翻译欣赏
《醉翁亭记》英译欧阳修环滁皆山也。
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。
The Roadside Hut of the Old DrunkardOuyang XiuThe District of Chu is enclosed all around by hills, of which those in the southwest boast the most lovely forests and dales. In the distance, densely wooded and possessed of a rugged beauty, is Mt. Langya. When you penetrate a mile or two into this mountain you begin to hear the gurgling of a stream, and presently the stream —the Brewer's Spring — comes into sight cascading between two peaks. Rounding a bend you see a hut with a spreading roof by the stream, and this is the Roadside Hut of the Old Drunkard. This hut was built by the monk Zhixian. It was given its name by the governor, referring to himself. The governor, coming here with his friends, often gets tipsy after a little drinking; and since he is the most advanced in years, he calls himself the Old Drunkard. He delights less in drinking than in the hills and streams, taking pleasure in them and expressing the feeling in his heart through drinking.Now at dawn and dusk in this mountain come the changes between light and darkness: when the sun emerges, the misty woods become clear; when the clouds hang low, the grottoes are wrapped in gloom. Then in the course of the four seasons, You find wild flowers burgeoning and blooming with a secret fragrance, the stately trees put on their mantle of leaves and give a goodly shade, until wind and frost touch all with austerity, the water sinks low and the rocks at the bottom of the stream emerge. A man going there in the morning and returning in the evening during the changing pageant of the seasons can derive endless pleasure from the place.And the local people may be seen making their way there and back in an endless stream, the old and infirm as well as infants in arms, men carrying burdens who sing as they go, passersby stopping to rest beneath the trees, those in front calling out and those behind answering. There the governor gives a feast with a variety of dishes before him, mostly wild vegetables and mountain produce. The fish are freshly caught from the stream, and since the stream is deep and the fish are fat; the wine is brewed with spring water, and since the spring is sweet the wine is superb. There they feast and drink merrily with no accompaniment of strings or flutes; when someone wins a game of touhu or chess, when they mark up their scores in drinking games together, or raise a cheerful din sitting or standing, it can be seen that the guests are enjoying themselves. The elderly man with white hair in the middle, who sits utterly relaxed and at his ease, is the governor, already half drunk.Then the sun sinks towards the hills, men's shadows begins to flit about and scatter; and now the governor leaves, followed by his guests. In the shade of the woods birds chirp above and below, showing that the men have gone and the birds are at peace. But although the birds enjoy the hills and forests, they cannot understand the men's pleasure in them; and although men enjoy accompanying the governor there, they cannot understand his pleasure either. The governor is able to share his enjoyment with others when he is in his cups, and sober again can write an essay about it. Who is this governor? Ouyang Xiu of Luling.（杨宪益、戴乃迭译）The Pavilion of the Drunken Old ManOuyang XiuChu Zhou is surrounded with mountains. The forests and valleys on the southwest ridge are especially beautiful. Lying in the distance, where the trees grow luxuriantly and gracefully, is the Langya Mountain. Six or seven li up the mountain path, a gurgling sound grows clearer and clearer. It is from a spring that falls between two mountains. The spring is called the Wine-Making Spring. The path turns and twists along the mountain ridge, and above the spring rests a pavilion perching aloft like a bird with wings outstretched. This is the Pavilion of the Drunken Old Man. Who built this pavilion? Monk Zhixian, who lived in the mountain. And who furnished it with that name? It was the prefect, who named it after his own alias. The prefect often comes here to drink wine with his friends and he easily gets tipsy after a few cups. Being oldest in age among his companions, he calls himself "the drunken old man". The drinker's heart is not in the cup, but in the mountains and waters. The joy he gets from them is treasured in the heart, and now and then he will express it throughwine-drinking.In the morning, the rising sun disperses the forest mists, and in the evening, the gathering clouds darken the caves and valleys. This shifting from light to darkness is morning and evening in the mountains. In spring, blooming flowers send forth a delicate fragrance; in summer, the flourishing trees afford deep shades; in autumn, the sky is high and crisp, and the frost, snowy white; in winter, the water of the creek recedes and the bare bedrock emerges. These are the mountain scenes in the four seasons. Going to the mountain in the morning and returning home in the evening andenjoying the beauties of the mountain in different seasons is a delight beyond description!Carriers are singing all along the way, and pedestrians are taking rest beneath the trees. Some are shouting from the fore and are answered by others from behind. There are hunchbacked old folks, and children led by their elders. They are people from Chuzhou who have come here in an endless stream. Some are fishing by the creek where the water is deep and the fish are big. The water itself is faintly scented and the wine brewed from it is crystal clear. Upon the prefect's banquet table is a sundry layer of dishes, including the meat of wild beasts and the flavorings of edible mountain herbs. The joy of the feast lies not in the musical accompaniment of strings or flutes, but in winning the games, such as throwing arrows into the vessel, or chess playing. Wine cups and gambling chips lay scattered in blithe disarray. The revelers, now sitting, now standing, cavort madly among themselves. These are the prefect's guests, and the old man with wizened face and white hair among them, who is half drunk, is none other than the prefect himself.As dusk falls, one sees shifting shadows scattering in all directions. The prefect is leaving for home, and his guests are following him. The shadows of the trees are deepening, and birds are chirping high and low. The people are going home, leaving the birds free to enjoy themselves. The birds only know their joy in the wooded mountains, but are unaware of what makes the people joyful. The people only know that they are joyful on their excursion with the prefect, but are unaware that the prefect finds his joy in seeing them joyful. He, who enjoys himself with the people when drunk, and records this excursion in writing when sober, is the prefect himself. And who is the prefect? He is Ouyang Xiu of Luling.（罗经国译）The Old Drunkard’s ArbourOu-Yang ShiouThe district of Ch'u is entirely surrounded by hills, and the peaks to the south-west are clothed with a dense and beautiful growth of trees, over which the eye wanders in rapture away to the confines of Shantung.A walk of two or three miles on those hills brings one within earshot of the soundof falling water which gushes forth from a ravine, and is known as the Wine-Fountain; while hard by in a nook at a bend in the road stands a kiosque, commonly spoken of as the Old Drunkard’s Arbour.It was built by a Buddhist priest, called Deathless Wisdom, who lived among these hills; and who received the above name from the Governor himself. For the latter used to bring his friends hither to take wine; and as he personally was incapacitated by a very few cups, and was, moreover, well stricken in years, he gave himself the sobriquet of the Old Drunkard.But it was not wine that attracted him to this spot; it was the charming scenery which wine enabled him to enjoy.The sun’s rays, peeping at dawn through the trees, by-and-by to be obscured behind gathering clouds, leaving naught but gloom around, give to this spot the alternationsof morning and night.The wild flowers that exhale their perfume from the darkness of some shady dell; the luxuriant foliage of the dense forest of beautiful trees; the clear frosty wind; and the naked boulders of the lessening torrent;—these are the indications of spring, summer, autumn, and winter.Morning is the time to go thither, returning with the shades off night; and although the place presents a different aspect with the changes of the season, its charms are subject to no interruption, but continue always.Burden-carriers sing their way along the road, travellers rest awhile under the trees; shouts from one, responses from another; old people hobbling along; children in arms, children dragged along by hand; backwards and forwards all day long without a break;—these are the people of Ch'u.A cast in the stream, and a fine fish taken from some spot where the eddying pools begin to deepen; a draught of cool wine from the fountain; and a few such dishes of meats and fruits as the hills are able to provide;—these, nicely spread out beforehand, c onstitute the Governor’s feast.And in the revelry of the banquet hour there is no thought of toil or trouble. Every archer hits his mark, and every player wins his partie; goblets flash from hand to hand, and a buzz of conversation is heard as the guests move unconstrainedly about. Among them is an old man with white hair, bald at the top of his head. This is the drunken Governor, who, when the evening sun kisses the tips of the hills, and the falling shadows are drawn out and blurred, bends his steps homewards in company with his friends. Then in the growing darkness are heard sounds above and below: the beastsof the field and the birds of the air are rejoicing at the departure of man. They, too, can rejoice in hills and trees, but they cannot rejoice as man rejoices.So also the Governor’s friends. They rejoice with him, though they know not at what it is that he rejoices. Drunk, he can rejoice with them; sober, he can discourse with them;—such is the Governor. And should you ask who is the Governor, I reply,“Ou-yang Hsiu of Lu-ling.”（Herbert A. Giles译）The Arbour of the Drunken GraybeardOuyang XiuSurrounding Chu Prefecture are all mountains. Those standing in the southwest with wooded peaks and valleys are the most sublime. The one that commands a view of luxuriant forests, imparting a sense of seclusion and veiled beauty, is Mount Langya.A walk of six or seven li along the mountain trail brings one within earshot ofgurgling water, which announces Niang Spring gushing out between two peaks. The path twists and the peak gives a changed aspect. Then one comes in sight of an arbour soaring like a bird spreading its wings over the spring. This is namely the Arbour of the Drunken Graybeard. Who set up the arbour? The monk of the mountains called Zhi Xian. Who gave it the name? His Excellency the prefect. The prefect and his guests often come here to drink. Even with a few sips, the former would become intoxicated, and being the oldest, styled himself the Drunken Graybeard. The Drunken Graybeard does not aim at wine, but at the splendid scenery. The delight it bestows is acquired by heart but deposited in wine.The sun rises, the fog in the forests dissipates, and the stone caves become obscured as clouds are vanishing—the shift of light to darkness marks the passage of time from dawn till dusk. And then the wild flowers blossom, emitting their delicate fragrance, the woods are clad with lush foliage. Again, nature is hoary with rime and stones stand out in the shallow stream—all this shows the changes of the four seasons in the mountains. Setting out from morn and returning at eve, one perceives the different views in different seasons and the joy of admiring nature’s beauty is simply infinite. As for the carriers singing on the way, the ramblers resting in the trees’ shade, the men walking ahead calling and being answered by those trailing behind, and the senile trudging with bowed bodies or the adults leading their children by the hand, all forming an uninterrupted passage of people to and fro—it is the Chu folks sauntering on the mountain. Angling in the deep stream teeming with fat fish, brewing aromatic wine with Niang Spring water, hunting for game and gathering wild edible plants—all this is for the preparation of a miscellaneous feast in honour of the prefect. The jocundity of the feast does not find expression in music. You can see the contestants shooting their arrows into the pots for prizes, the chess players winning their games, cups and goblets scatters in confusion, and people roistering in standing or sitting postures —it is the guests revelling. And the white-haired old man, stricken in years, lying prostrate in their midst —it is the prefect being inebriated.Then the sun is setting down the mountain ridges, and the excursionists are dispersing in different directions. The prefect is going home, followed by his guests. Under the canopy of leaves, birds are warbling everywhere, for they are glad of the departure of the intruders. However, the fowls know the joy of wooded mountains, but they are beyond the knowledge of man’s happiness. And the folks know how to make merry in the company of the prefect, but they have no idea how His Excellency enjoys himself. The one who is able to share the common mirth when intoxicated and put it down in refined description when sobered is none other than the prefect. Who is the prefect? Ouyang Xiu of Luling.（谢百魁译）The Story of the Old Drunkard TowerOu-yang HsiuThe prefecture of Chu is surrounded with hills on all sides. The wooded ravines of the south-west peaks are particularly beautiful. Lo, there is Lang Ya Hill shrouded in deep, luxuriant blue. After a few miles' walk in the mountains, the murmur of a stream will gradually come within hearing — that is the Brewing Fountain pouring down between two peaks. By turning round the peak along a bending path there appears a tower standing like a perching bird above the fountain — that is the Old Drunkard Tower. Who built the tower? A Buddhist monk, the Wise Immortal. Who gave it the name? The Prefect refers to himself. The Prefect comes to drink here with his guests. Only a little drinking will make him drunk; and being the eldest he therefore calls himself the old drunkard. The old drunkard is not interested in the wine, but in the hills and rivers. The joy of hills and rivers, found in the heart, mingles itself with the wine.To illustrate, the sunrise dispersing the mists over the woods, and the return of clouds dimming the caves below the rocks — this is the alteration of light and shade, which represents the morning and evening in the mountains. Sweet smell emitting from the fresh wild grass; luxuriant shades made by the fine trees; the high, clear skies, windy and frosty; rocks standing out of receding water — these are the changes of the four seasons in the mountains. Going out in the morning and coming back in the evening, one finds each of the four seasons has its different scenery, and the pleasure is inexhaustible.As for the carriers on the road, the wayfarers taking rest under the trees, some shouting ahead and some score behind, and others bent with burdens going to and fro without a break — these are visitors from Chu itself. To angle at the stream where the stream is deep and the fishes are fat; to brew the fountain water into wine where the water is delicious and the wine is clear; and with mountain game and wild vegetable placed before him in a confused manner — that is the Prefect at banquet. The pleasure of revelry is music neither of string, no of bamboo. The shooters hitting the marks; the chess-players scoring victory; winecups and counters mixed together; and people sitting down and rising up with much noise — the guests are happy and merry. And amidst the crowd a man with a sallow face and white hair, being hardly able to stand firm — that is the Prefect made drunk.Soon the sun touching the mountain, and the shadows of men being scattered in confusion — the Prefect, followed by his guests, is going back. In the shades of the groves warbling is heard up and down — the birds are enjoying themselves after the departure of the visitors. The birds enjoy mountains and woods, but understand not the pleasure of men; and men enjoy the pleasure of following the Prefect in excursion, but they know not what pleasure the Prefect enjoys. He who shares their pleasures in drunkenness, and when awake can relate it in writing — this is the Prefect. Who is the Prefect? — Ou-yang Hsiu of Lu Ling.（潘正英译）江苏卫视的“非诚勿扰”办得红红火火，一向对这类婚姻交友类节目没有什么兴趣的我，现在也在慢慢地观注它。
醉翁亭记（原文英译文）
醉翁亭记【原文】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，渐闻水声潺潺而泻出于两峰之间者，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，泉香而酒洌；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，起坐而喧哗者，众宾欢也。
苍颜白发，颓然乎其间者，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。
【破题】欧阳修因政治原因被贬任滁州太守，《醉翁亭记》就作于这段时间内。
欧阳修在滁州实行宽简政治，发展生产，使当地人过上了和平安定的生活，加之当地风景秀丽，这让欧阳修感到无比快慰。
但是当时整个的北宋王朝却是政治昏暗，奸邪当道，国家的积弊深重，这又不能不使他感到忧虑和痛苦。
这两方面的情感都融合在了这篇文章中。
【写作背景】《醉翁亭记》作于宋仁宗庆历五年（公元1045年），当时欧阳修正任滁州太守。
欧阳修是从庆历五年被贬官到滁州来的。
被贬前曾任太常丞知谏院、右正言知制诰、河北都转运按察使等职。
被贬官的原因是由于他一向支持韩琦、范仲淹、富弼、吕夷简、等人参与推行新政的北宋革新运动，而反对保守的夏竦之流。
翻译
欧阳修·《醉翁亭记》英译(2011-09-23 09:28:46)转载分类：英语翻译标签：欧阳修醉翁亭记英译杨宪益、戴乃迭潘正英罗经国谢百魁刘师舜杂谈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。
The Roadside Hut of the Old DrunkardOuyang XiuThe District of Chu is enclosed all around by hills, of which those in the southwest boast the most lovely forests and dales. In the distance, densely wooded and possessed of a rugged beauty, is Mt. Langya. When you penetrate a mile or two into this mountain you begin to hear the gurgling of a stream, and presently the stream — the Brewer's Spring — comes into sight cascading between two peaks. Rounding a bend you see a hut with a spreading roof by the stream, and this is the Roadside Hut of the Old Drunkard. This hut was built by the monk Zhixian. It was given its name by the governor, referring to himself. The governor, coming here with his friends, often gets tipsy after a little drinking; and since he is the most advanced in years, he calls himself the Old Drunkard. He delights less in drinking than in the hills and streams, taking pleasure in them and expressing the feeling in his heart through drinking.Now at dawn and dusk in this mountain come the changes between light and darkness: when the sun emerges, the misty woods become clear; when the clouds hang low, the grottoes arewrapped in gloom. Then in the course of the four seasons, You find wild flowers burgeoning and blooming with a secret fragrance, the stately trees put on their mantle of leaves and give a goodly shade, until wind and frost touch all with austerity, the water sinks low and the rocks at the bottom of the stream emerge. A man going there in the morning and returning in the evening during the changing pageant of the seasons can derive endless pleasure from the place.And the local people may be seen making their way there and back in an endless stream, the old and infirm as well as infants in arms, men carrying burdens who sing as they go, passersby stopping to rest beneath the trees, those in front calling out and those behind answering. There the governor gives a feast with a variety of dishes before him, mostly wild vegetables and mountain produce. The fish are freshly caught from the stream, and since the stream is deep and the fish are fat; the wine is brewed with spring water, and since the spring is sweet the wine is superb. There they feast and drink merrily with no accompaniment of strings or flutes; when someone wins a game of touhu or chess, when they mark up their scores in drinking games together, or raise a cheerful din sitting or standing, it can be seen that the guests are enjoying themselves. The elderly man with white hair in the middle, who sits utterly relaxed and at his ease, is the governor, already half drunk.Then the sun sinks towards the hills, men's shadows begins to flit about and scatter; and now the governor leaves, followed by his guests. In the shade of the woods birds chirp above and below, showing that the men have gone and the birds are at peace. But although the birds enjoy the hills and forests, they cannot understand the men's pleasure in them; and although men enjoy accompanying the governor there, they cannot understand his pleasure either. The governor is able to share his enjoyment with others when he is in his cups, and sober again can write an essay about it. Who is this governor? Ouyang Xiu of Luling.（杨宪益、戴乃迭译）The Story of the Old Drunkard TowerOu-yang HsiuThe prefecture of Chu is surrounded with hills on all sides. The wooded ravines of the south-west peaks are particularly beautiful. Lo, there is Lang Ya Hill shrouded in deep, luxuriant blue. After a few miles' walk in the mountains, the murmur of a stream will gradually come within hearing — that is the Brewing Fountain pouring down between two peaks. By turning round the peak along a bending path there appears a tower standing like a perching bird above the fountain — that is the Old Drunkard Tower. Who built the tower? A Buddhist monk, the Wise Immortal. Who gave it the name? The Prefect refers to himself. The Prefect comes to drink here with his guests. Only a little drinking will make him drunk; and being the eldest he therefore calls himself the old drunkard. The old drunkard is not interested in the wine, but in the hills and rivers. The joy of hills and rivers, found in the heart, mingles itself with the wine.To illustrate, the sunrise dispersing the mists over the woods, and the return of clouds dimming the caves below the rocks — this is the alteration of light and shade, which represents the morning and evening in the mountains. Sweet smell emitting from the fresh wild grass; luxuriant shades made by the fine trees; the high, clear skies, windy and frosty; rocks standing out of receding water — these are the changes of the four seasons in the mountains. Going out in the morning and coming back in the evening, one finds each of the four seasons has its different scenery, and the pleasure is inexhaustible.As for the carriers on the road, the wayfarers taking rest under the trees, some shouting ahead and some score behind, and others bent with burdens going to and fro without a break — these are visitors from Chu itself. To angle at the stream where the stream is deep and the fishes are fat; to brew the fountain water into wine where the water is delicious and the wine is clear; and with mountain game and wild vegetable placed before him in a confused manner — that is the Prefect at banquet. The pleasure of revelry is music neither of string, no of bamboo. The shooters hitting the marks; the chess-players scoring victory; winecups and counters mixed together; and people sitting down and rising up with much noise — the guests are happy and merry. And amidst the crowd a man with a sallow face and white hair, being hardly able to stand firm — that is the Prefect made drunk.Soon the sun touching the mountain, and the shadows of men being scattered in confusion —the Prefect, followed by his guests, is going back. In the shades of the groves warbling is heard up and down — the birds are enjoying themselves after the departure of the visitors. The birds enjoymountains and woods, but understand not the pleasure of men; and men enjoy the pleasure of following the Prefect in excursion, but they know not what pleasure the Prefect enjoys. He who shares their pleasures in drunkenness, and when awake can relate it in writing — this is the Prefect. Who is the Prefect? — Ou-yang Hsiu of Lu Ling.（潘正英译）The Pavilion of the Drunken Old ManOuyang XiuChu Zhou is surrounded with mountains. The forests and valleys on the southwest ridge are especially beautiful. Lying in the distance, where the trees grow luxuriantly and gracefully, is the Langya Mountain. Six or seven li up the mountain path, a gurgling sound grows clearer and clearer. It is from a spring that falls between two mountains. The spring is called the Wine-Making Spring. The path turns and twists along the mountain ridge, and above the spring rests a pavilion perching aloft like a bird with wings outstretched. This is the Pavilion of the Drunken Old Man. Who built this pavilion? Monk Zhixian, who lived in the mountain. And who furnished it with that name? It was the prefect, who named it after his own alias. The prefect often comes here to drink wine with his friends and he easily gets tipsy after a few cups. Being oldest in age among his companions, he calls himself "the drunken old man". The drinker's heart is not in the cup, but in the mountains and waters. The joy he gets from them is treasured in the heart, and now and then he will express it through wine-drinking.In the morning, the rising sun disperses the forest mists, and in the evening, the gathering clouds darken the caves and valleys. This shifting from light to darkness is morning and eveningin the mountains. In spring, blooming flowers send forth a delicate fragrance; in summer, the flourishing trees afford deep shades; in autumn, the sky is high and crisp, and the frost, snowy white; in winter, the water of the creek recedes and the bare bedrock emerges. These are the mountain scenes in the four seasons. Going to the mountain in the morning and returning home inthe evening and enjoying the beauties of the mountain in different seasons is a delight beyond description!Carriers are singing all along the way, and pedestrians are taking rest beneath the trees. Some are shouting from the fore and are answered by others from behind. There are hunchbacked old folks, and children led by their elders. They are people from Chuzhou who have come here in an endless stream. Some are fishing by the creek where the water is deep and the fish are big. The water itself is faintly scented and the wine brewed from it is crystal clear. Upon the prefect's banquet table is a sundry layer of dishes, including the meat of wild beasts and the flavorings of edible mountain herbs. The joy of the feast lies not in the musical accompaniment of strings or flutes, but in winning the games, such as throwing arrows into the vessel, or chess playing. Wine cups and gambling chips lay scattered in blithe disarray. The revelers, now sitting, now standing, cavort madly among themselves. These are the prefect's guests, and the old man with wizened face and white hair among them, who is half drunk, is none other than the prefect himself.As dusk falls, one sees shifting shadows scattering in all directions. The prefect is leaving for home, and his guests are following him. The shadows of the trees are deepening, and birds are chirping high and low. The people are going home, leaving the birds free to enjoy themselves. The birds only know their joy in the wooded mountains, but are unaware of what makes the people joyful. The people only know that they are joyful on their excursion with the prefect, but are unaware that the prefect finds his joy in seeing them joyful. He, who enjoys himself with the people when drunk, and records this excursion in writing when sober, is the prefect himself. And who is the prefect? He is Ouyang Xiu of Luling.（罗经国译）The Arbour of the Drunken GraybeardOuyang XiuSurrounding Chu Prefecture are all mountains. Those standing in the southwest with wooded peaks and valleys are the most sublime. The one that commands a view of luxuriant forests, imparting a sense of seclusion and veiled beauty, is Mount Langya. A walk of six or seven li along the mountain trail brings one within earshot of gurgling water, which announces Niang Spring gushing out between two peaks.The path twists and the peak gives a changed aspect. Then one comes in sight of an arbour soaring like a bird spreading its wings over the spring. This is namely the Arbour of the Drunken Graybeard. Who set up the arbour? The monk of the mountains called Zhi Xian. Who gave it the name? His Excellency the prefect. The prefect and his guests often come here to drink. Even with a few sips, the former would become intoxicated, and being the oldest, styled himself the Drunken Graybeard. The Drunken Graybeard does not aim at wine, but at the splendid scenery. The delight it bestows is acquired by heart but deposited in wine.The sun rises, the fog in the forests dissipates, and the stone caves become obscured as clouds are vanishing—the shift of light to darkness marks the passage of time from dawn till dusk. And then the wild flowers blossom, emitting their delicate fragrance, the woods are clad with lush foliage. Again, nature is hoary with rime and stones stand out in the shallow stream—all this shows the changes of the four seasons in the mountains. Setting out from morn and returning at eve, one perceives the different views in different seasons and the joy of admiring nature’s beauty is simply infinite.As for the carriers singing on the way, the ramblers resting in the trees’ shade, the men walking ahead calling and being answered by those trailing behind, and the senile trudging with bowed bodies or the adults leading their children by the hand, all forming an uninterrupted passage of people to and fro—it is the Chu folks sauntering on the mountain. Angling in the deep stream teeming with fat fish, brewing aromatic wine with Niang Spring water, hunting for game and gathering wild edible plants—all this is for the preparation of a miscellaneous feast in honour of the prefect. The jocundity of the feast does not find expression in music. You can see the contestants shooting their arrows into the pots for prizes, the chess players winning their games, cups and goblets scatters in confusion, and people roistering in standing or sitting postures —it is the guests revelling. And the white-haired old man, stricken in years, lying prostrate in their midst —it is the prefect being inebriated.Then the sun is setting down the mountain ridges, and the excursionists are dispersing in different directions. The prefect is going home, followed by his guests. Under the canopy of leaves, birds are warbling everywhere, for they are glad of the departure of the intruders. However, the fowls know the joy of wooded mountains, but they are beyond the knowledge of man’s happiness. An d the folks know how to make merry in the company of the prefect, but they have no idea how His Excellency enjoys himself. The one who is able to share the common mirth when intoxicated and put it down in refined description when sobered is none other than the prefect. Who is the prefect? Ouyang Xiu of Luling.（谢百魁译）Chuchow is surrounded by mountains; the woods and valleys to the southwest are particularly beautiful. One of the ranges, the Langya, which can be seen from a longway off, is thickly covered with tall and graceful vegetation. After journeying on the mountainside for six or seven li, one begins to hear the sound of flowing water. It is the Niang Spring rushing out from between two peaks. Placed amidst surrounding elevations and winding roads is a pavilion which juts out over the spring like the wing of a bird. This is the Old Drunkard’s Pavilion, which was built by the monkChih-hsien and named by the Prefect with an allusion to himself. He frequently comes here and drinks with his guests. He gets drunk on a few cups, and he is the oldest ofall the topers. Hence the self-imposed nickname—Old Drunkard. However, Old Drunkard’s heart is not set on the wine, but lies somewhere betwixt the mountains and the rivers. The delight of mountains and rivers comes from the heart, and is derived from wine.When the sun rises, the atmosphere in the woods clears up. When the clouds come home, the mountain caves grow dark. This coming of brightness and darkness spells the arrival of morning and evening respectively in the mountains. Now the wild grass emits a refreshing perfume; now exquisite trees grow luxuriantly and cast a deep shade; now wind and frost, high and pure, go their rounds; now the water becomes clear and the pebbles are exposed to view. These are the four seasons in the mountains. If we make our outings in the morning and come back in the evening, the landscapes of the four seasons are different and the pleasures they afford are unlimited.People carrying burdens sing as they go, travelers pause to rest under the trees, those walking in front give a shout and those following behind respond. The travelers, with their backs bent, carry their children and come and go incessantly. These are the people of Chuchow journeying on the road. When angle in the deep brook, we catch fat fish. When we make wine with the sweet spring water, it is clear and smooth to the palate. Other mountain food and wild vegetable are assembled with these and set on the table before us when the Prefect gives his feast. Even without wind or stringed instruments, the revelries become intense with arrow-throwing and chess, with drinking and wine games. Now seated, now standing up, the guests utter loud noises, and have a marvelous time. Little by little, the Prefect, sitting in the center with his wrinkled face and gray hair, is seen drooping under the effect of the wine.Shortly after, the sun sets over the mountains, the shadows of the revelers are scattered around and the guests follow the Prefect as he returns home. A pall of darkness covers the trees, while the birds warble here and there as the guests leave. However, while the birds know the delights of mountains and trees, they do not know those of men; and while men know the delights of traveling with the Prefect, they do not know how the Prefect enjoys their pleasures. It is the Prefect who can share their pleasures while drunk and write about them while sober. Who is the Prefect? It is none other than Ou-yang Hsiu from Luling.（刘师舜译）The Old Drunkard’s ArbourOu-Yang ShiouThe district of Ch'u is entirely surrounded by hills, and the peaks to thesouth-west are clothed with a dense and beautiful growth of trees, over which the eye wanders in rapture away to the confines of Shantung.A walk of two or three miles on those hills brings one within earshot of the sound of falling water which gushes forth from a ravine, and is known as theWine-Fountain; while hard by in a nook at a bend in the road stands a kiosque, commonly s poken of as the Old Drunkard’s Arbour.It was built by a Buddhist priest, called Deathless Wisdom, who lived among these hills; and who received the above name from the Governor himself. For the latter used to bring his friends hither to take wine; and as he personally was incapacitated by a very few cups, and was, moreover, well stricken in years, he gave himself the sobriquet of the Old Drunkard.But it was not wine that attracted him to this spot; it was the charming scenery which wine enabled him to enjoy.The sun’s rays, peeping at dawn through the trees, by-and-by to be obscured behind gathering clouds, leaving naught but gloom around, give to this spot the alternations of morning and night.The wild flowers that exhale their perfume from the darkness of some shady dell; the luxuriant foliage of the dense forest of beautiful trees; the clear frosty wind; and the naked boulders of the lessening torrent;—these are the indications of spring, summer, autumn, and winter.Morning is the time to go thither, returning with the shades off night; and although the place presents a different aspect with the changes of the season, its charms are subject to no interruption, but continue always.Burden-carriers sing their way along the road, travellers rest awhile under the trees; shouts from one, responses from another; old people hobbling along; children in arms, children dragged along by hand; backwards and forwards all day long without a break;—these are the people of Ch'u.A cast in the stream, and a fine fish taken from some spot where the eddying pools begin to deepen; a draught of cool wine from the fountain; and a few such dishes of meats and fruits as the hills are able to provide;—these, nicely spread out beforehand, constitute the Governor’s feast.And in the revelry of the banquet hour there is no thought of toil or trouble. Every archer hits his mark, and every player wins his partie; goblets flash from hand to hand, and a buzz of conversation is heard as the guests move unconstrainedly about. Among them is an old man with white hair, bald at the top of his head. This is the drunken Governor, who, when the evening sun kisses the tips of the hills, and the falling shadows are drawn out and blurred, bends his steps homewards in company with hisfriends. Then in the growing darkness are heard sounds above and below: the beasts of the field and the birds of the air are rejoicing at the departure of man. They, too, can rejoice in hills and trees, but they cannot rejoice as man rejoices.So also the Governor’s frien ds. They rejoice with him, though they know not at what it is that he rejoices. Drunk, he can rejoice with them; sober, he can discourse with them;—such is the Governor. And should you ask who is the Governor, I reply, “Ou-yang Hsiu of Lu-ling.”（Herbert A. Giles译）。
九年级上册11《醉翁亭记》翻译
11《zuì wēng tíng jì》11《醉翁亭记》huán chú jiē shān yě。
qí xī nán zhū fēng，lín hè yóu měi，wàng zhī wèi rán ér shēn xiù zhě，láng yá yě。
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。
shān xíng liù qī lǐ，jiàn wén shuǐ shēng chán chán ér xiè chū yú liǎng fēng zhī jiān zhě，niàng quán yě。
山 行 六 七 里，渐 闻 水 声 潺 潺 而 泻 出 于 两峰 之 间 者， 酿 泉 也。
fēng huí lù zhuǎn，yǒu tíng yì rán lín yú quán shàng zhě，zuì wēng tíng yě。
峰 回 路 转， 有 亭 翼 然 临 于 泉 上 者， 醉 翁亭 也。
zuò tíng zhě shuí?shān zhī sēng zhì xiān yě。
míng zhī zhě shuí? tài shǒu zì wèi yě。
作 亭 者 谁？ 山 之 僧 智 仙 也。
名 之 者 谁？ 太守 自 谓 也。
tài shǒu yǔ kè lái yǐn yú cǐ，yǐn shǎo zhé zuì，ér nián yòu zuì gāo，gù zì hào yuē zuì wēng yě。
醉翁亭记(原文英译文)
醉翁亭记【原文】环滁皆山也。
其西南诸峰，林壑尤美，望之蔚但是深秀者，琅琊也。
山行六七里，渐闻水声潺潺而泻出于两峰之间者，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，在意山水之间也。
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，晦明转变者，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，泉香而酒洌；山肴野蔌，杂但是前陈者，太守宴也。
宴酣之乐，非丝非竹，射者中，弈者胜，觥筹交织，起坐而喧哗者，众宾欢也。
苍颜白发，颓然乎其间者，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。
但是禽鸟知山林之乐，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。
【破题】欧阳修因政治原因被贬任滁州太守，《醉翁亭记》就作于这段时间内。
欧阳修在滁州实行宽简政治，发展生产，使本地人过上了和平安宁的生活，加上本地风光秀丽，这让欧阳修感到超级快慰。
可是那时整个的北宋王朝却是政治昏暗，奸邪当道，国家的积弊深重，这又不能不使他感到忧虑和痛苦。
这两方面的情感都融合在了这篇文章中。
【写作背景】《醉翁亭记》作于宋仁宗庆历五年（公元1045年），那时欧阳修正任滁州太守。
欧阳修是从庆历五年被贬官到滁州来的。
被贬前曾任太常丞知谏院、右正言知制诰、河北都转运按察使等职。
被贬官的原因是由于他一贯支持韩琦、范仲淹、富弼、吕夷简、等人参与推行新政的北宋革新运动，而反对保守的夏竦之流。
韩范诸人早在庆历五年一月之前就已经被前后贬官，到这年的八月，欧阳修又被加了一个外甥女张氏犯法，事情与之有连累的罪名，落去朝职，贬放滁州。
欧阳修《醉翁亭记》中文版和英文版(翻译)
欧阳修·《醉翁亭记》英译环滁皆山也。
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。
The Roadside Hut of the Old DrunkardOuyang XiuThe District of Chu is enclosed all around by hills, of which those in the southwest boast the most lovely forests and dales. In the distance, densely wooded and possessed of a rugged beauty, is Mt. Langya. When you penetrate a mile or two into this mountain you begin to hear the gurgling of a stream, and presently the stream — the Brewer's Spring — comes into sight cascading between two peaks. Rounding a bend you see a hut with a spreading roof by the stream, and this is the Roadside Hut of the Old Drunkard. This hut was built by the monk Zhixian. It was given its name by the governor, referring to himself. The governor, coming here with his friends, often gets tipsy after a little drinking; and since he is the most advanced in years, he calls himself the Old Drunkard. He delights less in drinking than in the hills and streams, taking pleasure in them and expressing the feeling in his heart through drinking.Now at dawn and dusk in this mountain come the changes between light and darkness: when the sun emerges, the misty woods become clear; when the clouds hang low, the grottoes are wrapped in gloom. Then in the course of the four seasons, You find wild flowers burgeoning and blooming with a secret fragrance, the stately trees put on their mantle of leaves and give a goodly shade, until wind and frost touch all with austerity, the water sinks low and the rocks at the bottom of the stream emerge. A man going there in the morning and returning in the evening during the changing pageant of the seasons can derive endless pleasure from the place.And the local people may be seen making their way there and back in an endless stream, the old and infirm as well as infants in arms, men carrying burdens who sing as they go, passersby stopping to rest beneath the trees, those in front calling out and those behind answering. There the governor gives a feast with a variety of dishes before him, mostly wild vegetables and mountain produce. The fish are freshly caught from the stream, and since the stream is deep and the fish are fat; the wine is brewed with spring water, and since the spring is sweet the wine is superb. There they feast and drink merrily with no accompaniment of strings or flutes; when someone wins a game of touhu or chess, when they mark up their scores in drinking games together, or raise a cheerful din sitting or standing, it can be seen that the guests are enjoying themselves. The elderly man with white hair in the middle, who sits utterly relaxed and at his ease, is the governor, already half drunk.Then the sun sinks towards the hills, men's shadows begins to flit about and scatter; and now the governor leaves, followed by his guests. In the shade of the woods birds chirp above and below, showing that the men have gone and the birds are at peace. But although the birds enjoy the hills and forests, they cannot understand the men's pleasure in them; and although men enjoy accompanying the governor there, they cannot understand his pleasure either. The governor is able to share his enjoyment with others when he is in his cups, and sober again can write an essay about it. Who is this governor? Ouyang Xiu of Luling.（杨宪益、戴乃迭译）The Story of the Old Drunkard TowerOu-yang HsiuThe prefecture of Chu is surrounded with hills on all sides. The wooded ravines of the south-west peaks are particularly beautiful. Lo, there is Lang Ya Hill shrouded in deep, luxuriant blue. After a few miles' walk in the mountains, the murmur of a stream will gradually come within hearing — that is the Brewing Fountain pouring down between two peaks. By turning round the peak along a bending path there appears a tower standing like a perching bird above the fountain — that is the Old Drunkard Tower. Who built the tower? A Buddhist monk, the Wise Immortal. Who gave it the name? The Prefect refers to himself. The Prefect comes to drink here with his guests. Only a little drinking will make him drunk; and being the eldest he therefore calls himself the old drunkard. The old drunkard is not interested in the wine, but in the hills and rivers. The joy of hills and rivers, found in the heart, mingles itself with the wine.To illustrate, the sunrise dispersing the mists over the woods, and the return of clouds dimming the caves below the rocks — this is the alteration of light and shade, which represents the morning and evening in the mountains. Sweet smell emitting from the fresh wild grass; luxuriant shades made by the fine trees; the high, clear skies, windy and frosty; rocks standing out of receding water — these are the changes of the four seasons in the mountains. Going out in the morning and coming back in the evening, one finds each of the four seasons has its different scenery, and the pleasure is inexhaustible.As for the carriers on the road, the wayfarers taking rest under the trees, some shouting ahead and some score behind, and others bent with burdens going to and fro without a break — these are visitors from Chu itself. To angle at the stream where the stream is deep and the fishes are fat; to brew the fountain water into wine where the water is delicious and the wine is clear; and with mountain game and wild vegetable placed before him in a confused manner — that is the Prefect at banquet. The pleasure of revelry is music neither of string, no of bamboo. The shooters hitting the marks; the chess-players scoring victory; winecups and counters mixed together; and people sitting down and rising up with much noise — the guests are happy and merry. And amidst the crowd a man with a sallow face and white hair, being hardly able to stand firm — that is the Prefect made drunk.Soon the sun touching the mountain, and the shadows of men being scattered in confusion —the Prefect, followed by his guests, is going back. In the shades of the groves warbling is heard up and down — the birds are enjoying themselves after the departure of the visitors. The birds enjoymountains and woods, but understand not the pleasure of men; and men enjoy the pleasure of following the Prefect in excursion, but they know not what pleasure the Prefect enjoys. He who shares their pleasures in drunkenness, and when awake can relate it in writing — this is the Prefect. Who is the Prefect? — Ou-yang Hsiu of Lu Ling.（潘正英译）The Pavilion of the Drunken Old ManOuyang XiuChu Zhou is surrounded with mountains. The forests and valleys on the southwest ridge are especially beautiful. Lying in the distance, where the trees grow luxuriantly and gracefully, is the Langya Mountain. Six or seven li up the mountain path, a gurgling sound grows clearer and clearer. It is from a spring that falls between two mountains. The spring is called the Wine-Making Spring. The path turns and twists along the mountain ridge, and above the spring rests a pavilion perching aloft like a bird with wings outstretched. This is the Pavilion of the Drunken Old Man. Who built this pavilion? Monk Zhixian, who lived in the mountain. And who furnished it with that name? It was the prefect, who named it after his own alias. The prefect often comes here to drink wine with his friends and he easily gets tipsy after a few cups. Being oldest in age among his companions, he calls himself "the drunken old man". The drinker's heart is not in the cup, but in the mountains and waters. The joy he gets from them is treasured in the heart, and now and then he will express it through wine-drinking.In the morning, the rising sun disperses the forest mists, and in the evening, the gathering clouds darken the caves and valleys. This shifting from light to darkness is morning and evening in the mountains. In spring, blooming flowers send forth a delicate fragrance; in summer, the flourishing trees afford deep shades; in autumn, the sky is high and crisp, and the frost, snowy white; in winter, the water of the creek recedes and the bare bedrock emerges. These are the mountain scenes in the four seasons. Going to the mountain in the morning and returning home in the evening and enjoying the beauties of the mountain in different seasons is a delight beyond description!Carriers are singing all along the way, and pedestrians are taking rest beneath the trees. Some are shouting from the fore and are answered by others from behind. There are hunchbacked old folks, and children led by their elders. They are people from Chuzhou who have come here in an endless stream. Some are fishing by the creek where the water is deep and the fish are big. The water itself is faintly scented and the wine brewed from it is crystal clear. Upon the prefect's banquet table is a sundry layer of dishes, including the meat of wild beasts and the flavorings of edible mountain herbs. The joy of the feast lies not in the musical accompaniment of strings or flutes, but in winning the games, such as throwing arrows into the vessel, or chess playing. Wine cups and gambling chips lay scattered in blithe disarray. The revelers, now sitting, now standing, cavort madly among themselves. These are the prefect's guests, and the old man with wizened face and white hair among them, who is half drunk, is none other than the prefect himself.As dusk falls, one sees shifting shadows scattering in all directions. The prefect is leaving for home, and his guests are following him. The shadows of the trees are deepening, and birds are chirping high and low. The people are going home, leaving the birds free to enjoy themselves. The birds only know their joy in the wooded mountains, but are unaware of what makes the people joyful. The people only know that they are joyful on their excursion with the prefect, but are unaware that the prefect finds his joy in seeing them joyful. He, who enjoys himself with the people when drunk, and records this excursion in writing when sober, is the prefect himself. And who is the prefect? He is Ouyang Xiu of Luling.（罗经国译）The Arbour of the Drunken GraybeardOuyang XiuSurrounding Chu Prefecture are all mountains. Those standing in the southwest with wooded peaks and valleys are the most sublime. The one that commands a view of luxuriant forests, imparting a sense of seclusion and veiled beauty, is Mount Langya. A walk of six or seven li along the mountain trail brings one within earshot of gurgling water, which announces Niang Spring gushing out between two peaks. The path twists and the peak gives a changed aspect. Then one comes in sight of an arbour soaring like a bird spreading its wings over the spring. This is namely the Arbour of the Drunken Graybeard. Who set up the arbour? The monk of the mountains called Zhi Xian. Who gave it the name? His Excellency the prefect. The prefect and his guests often come here to drink. Even with a few sips, the former would become intoxicated, and being the oldest, styled himself the DrunkenGraybeard. The Drunken Graybeard does not aim at wine, but at the splendid scenery. The delight it bestows is acquired by heart but deposited in wine.The sun rises, the fog in the forests dissipates, and the stone caves become obscured as clouds are vanishing—the shift of light to darkness marks the passage of time from dawn till dusk. And then the wild flowers blossom, emitting their delicate fragrance, the woods are clad with lush foliage. Again, nature is hoary with rime and stones stand out in the shallow stream—all this shows the changes of the four seasons in the mountains. Setting out from morn and returning at eve, one perceives thedif ferent views in different seasons and the joy of admiring nature’s beauty is simply infinite.As for the carriers singing on the way, the ramblers resting in the trees’ shade, the men walking ahead calling and being answered by those trailing behind, and the senile trudging with bowed bodies or the adults leading their children by the hand, all forming an uninterrupted passage of people to and fro—it is the Chu folks sauntering on the mountain. Angling in the deep stream teeming with fat fish, brewing aromatic wine with Niang Spring water, hunting for game and gathering wild edible plants—all this is for the preparation of a miscellaneous feast in honour of the prefect. The jocundity of the feast does not find expression in music. You can see the contestants shooting their arrows into the pots for prizes, the chess players winning their games, cups and goblets scatters in confusion, and people roistering in standing or sitting postures —it is the guests revelling. And the white-haired old man, stricken in years, lying prostrate in their midst —it is the prefect being inebriated.Then the sun is setting down the mountain ridges, and the excursionists are dispersing in different directions. The prefect is going home, followed by his guests. Under the canopy of leaves, birds are warbling everywhere, for they are glad of the departure of the intruders. However, the fowls know the joy of wooded mountains, but they are beyond the knowledge of man’s happiness. And the folks know how to make merry in the company of the prefect, but they have no idea how His Excellency enjoys himself. The one who is able to share the common mirth when intoxicated and put it down in refined description when sobered is none other than the prefect. Who is the prefect? Ouyang Xiu of Luling.（谢百魁译）Chuchow is surrounded by mountains; the woods and valleys to the southwest are particularly beautiful. One of the ranges, the Langya, which can be seen from a long way off, is thickly covered with tall and graceful vegetation. After journeying on the mountainside for six or seven li, one begins to hear the sound of flowing water. It is the Niang Spring rushing out from between two peaks. Placed amidst surrounding elevations and winding roads is a pavilion which juts out over the spring like the w ing of a bird. This is the Old Drunkard’s Pavilion, which was built by the monk Chih-hsien and named by the Prefect with an allusion to himself. He frequently comes here and drinks with his guests. He gets drunk on a few cups, and he is the oldest of all the topers. Hence the self-imposed nickname—Old Drunkard. However, Old Drunkard’s heart is not set on the wine, but lies somewhere betwixt the mountains and the rivers. The delight of mountains and rivers comes from the heart, and is derived from wine.When the sun rises, the atmosphere in the woods clears up. When the clouds come home, the mountain caves grow dark. This coming of brightness and darkness spells the arrival of morning and evening respectively in the mountains. Now the wild grass emits a refreshing perfume; now exquisite trees grow luxuriantly and cast a deep shade; now wind and frost, high and pure, go their rounds; now the water becomes clear and the pebbles are exposed to view. These are the four seasons in the mountains. If we make our outings in the morning and come back in the evening, the landscapes of the four seasons are different and the pleasures they afford are unlimited.People carrying burdens sing as they go, travelers pause to rest under the trees, those walking in front give a shout and those following behind respond. The travelers, with their backs bent, carry their children and come and go incessantly. These are the people of Chuchow journeying on the road. When angle in the deep brook, we catch fat fish. When we make wine with the sweet spring water, it is clear and smooth to the palate. Other mountain food and wild vegetable are assembled with these and set on the table before us when the Prefect gives his feast. Even without wind or stringed instruments, the revelries become intense with arrow-throwing and chess, with drinking and wine games. Now seated, now standing up, the guests utter loud noises, and have a marvelous time. Little by little, the Prefect, sitting in the center with his wrinkled face and gray hair, is seen drooping under the effect of the wine.Shortly after, the sun sets over the mountains, the shadows of the revelers are scattered around and the guests follow the Prefect as he returns home. A pall of darkness covers the trees, while the birds warble here and there as the guests leave. However, while the birds know the delights of mountains and trees, they do not know those of men; and while men know the delights of traveling with the Prefect, they do not know how the Prefect enjoys their pleasures. It is the Prefect who can share their pleasures while drunk and write about them while sober. Who is the Prefect? It is none other than Ou-yang Hsiu from Luling.（刘师舜译）The Old Drunkard’s ArbourOu-Yang ShiouThe district of Ch'u is entirely surrounded by hills, and the peaks to the south-west are clothed with a dense and beautiful growth of trees, over which the eye wanders in rapture away to the confines of Shantung.A walk of two or three miles on those hills brings one within earshot of the sound of falling water which gushes forth from a ravine, and is known as the Wine-Fountain; while hard by in a nook at a bend in the road stands a kiosque, commonly spoken of as the Old Drunkard’s Arbour.It was built by a Buddhist priest, called Deathless Wisdom, who lived among these hills; and who received the above name from the Governor himself. For the latter used to bring his friends hither to take wine; and as he personally was incapacitated by a very few cups, and was, moreover, well stricken in years, he gave himself the sobriquet of the Old Drunkard.But it was not wine that attracted him to this spot; it was the charming scenery which wine enabled him to enjoy.The sun’s rays, peeping at dawn through the trees, by-and-by to be obscured behind gathering clouds, leaving naught but gloom around, give to this spot the alternations of morning and night.The wild flowers that exhale their perfume from the darkness of some shady dell; the luxuriant foliage of the dense forest of beautiful trees; the clear frosty wind; and the naked boulders of the lessening torrent;—these are the indications of spring, summer, autumn, and winter.Morning is the time to go thither, returning with the shades off night; and although the place presents a different aspect with the changes of the season, its charms are subject to no interruption, but continue always.Burden-carriers sing their way along the road, travellers rest awhile under the trees; shouts from one, responses from another; old people hobbling along; children in arms, children dragged along by hand; backwards and forwards all day long without a break;—these are the people of Ch'u.A cast in the stream, and a fine fish taken from some spot where the eddying pools begin to deepen; a draught of cool wine from the fountain; and a few such dishes of meats and fruits as the hills are able to provide;—these, nicely spread out beforehand, constitute the Governor’s feast.And in the revelry of the banquet hour there is no thought of toil or trouble. Every archer hits his mark, and every player wins his partie; goblets flash from hand to hand, and a buzz of conversation is heard as the guests move unconstrainedly about. Among them is an old man with white hair, bald at the top of his head. This is the drunken Governor, who, when the evening sun kisses the tips of the hills, and the falling shadows are drawn out and blurred, bends his steps homewards in company with his friends. Then in the growing darkness are heard sounds above and below: the beasts of the field and the birds of the air are rejoicing at the departure of man. They, too, can rejoice in hills and trees, but they cannot rejoice as man rejoices.So also the Governor’s friends. They rejoice with him, though they know not at what it is that he rejoices. Drunk, he can rejoice with them; sober, he can discourse with them;—such is the Governor. And should you ask who is the Governor, I reply, “Ou-yang Hsiu of Lu-ling.”（Herbert A. Giles 译）（注：文档可能无法思考全面，请浏览后下载，供参考。
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醉翁亭记
陶菲唐文治书院13级1303408058
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。
When the sun is rising,the fog in the woods lifted, cold smoke and the clouds gather together.Then the valley and cave become dark;gloomy alterhates with bright,is the sence of the mountain in morning and night.In the spring,the wild flowers come into bloom and waft the sweet smell;in the summer ,the beautiful trees grow luxuriant and a pleasant shade takes shape;in the fall,the autume air was fresh and clear,the frost is pure white;in the winter,the sence of the stream drop into stock.All of these is the four seasons’sences in the mountain.We go to the mountains in the morning and come back in evening.The fine view of the four seasons is different,the happiness is also have no limit.
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。
Before long,the sun was low behind the mountains.The shadow and people is mess in the ground. The prefecture chief comes back home and others followed him.Alush growth of trees and grass,the birds sings around. In this time,the tourists leave but the wide fowl is happy.The wide bird understand the happiness of wooded mountains,but can’t grasp the joy of people.The tourists just know stroll about the woods with the prefecture chief ,but can’t understand the prefecture chief ’s happiness comes from the joy of tourists.The man who can play with others in his drunk and write an essay in his clear is the prefecture chief.But who is the prefecture chief ? He is OuYangxiu from Prefecture LuLing.。