匆匆(朱自清)中英文互译
朱自清-匆匆.春.背影.荷塘月色
1.匆匆燕子去了，有再来的时候；杨柳枯了，有再青的时候；桃花谢了，有再开的时候。
但是，聪明的，你告诉我，我们的日子为什么一去不复返呢？——是有人偷了他们罢：那是谁？又藏在何处呢？是他们自己逃走了：现在又到了哪里呢？我不知道他们给了我多少日子；但我的手确乎是渐渐空虚了。
在默默里算着，八千多日子已经从我手中溜去；象针尖上一滴水滴在大海里，我的日子滴在时间的流里，没有声音也没有影子。
我不禁头涔涔而泪潸潸了。
去的尽管去了，来的尽管来着，去来的中间，又怎样的匆匆呢？早上我起来的时候，小屋里射进两三方斜斜的太阳。
太阳他有脚啊，轻轻悄悄地挪移了；我也茫茫然跟着旋转。
于是——洗手的时候，日子从水盆里过去；吃饭的时候，日子从饭碗里过去；默默时，便从凝然的双眼前过去。
我觉察他去的匆匆了，伸出手遮挽时，他又从遮挽着的手边过去，天黑时，我躺在床上，他便伶伶俐俐地从我身边垮过，从我脚边飞去了。
等我睁开眼和太阳再见，这算又溜走了一日。
我掩着面叹息。
但是新来的日子的影儿又开始在叹息里闪过了。
在逃去如飞的日子里，在千门万户的世界里的我能做些什么呢？只有徘徊罢了，只有匆匆罢了；在八千多日的匆匆里，除徘徊外，又剩些什么呢？过去的日子如轻烟却被微风吹散了，如薄雾，被初阳蒸融了；我留着些什么痕迹呢？我何曾留着象游丝样的痕迹呢？我赤裸裸来到这世界，转眼间也将赤裸裸地回去罢？但不能平的，为什么偏要白白走这一遭啊？你聪明的，告诉我，我们的日子为什么一去不复返呢？2.春盼望着，盼望着，东风来了，春天的脚步近了。
一切都像刚睡醒的样子，欣欣然张开了眼。
山朗润起来了，水涨起来了，太阳的脸红起来了。
小草偷偷地从土地里钻出来，嫩嫩的，绿绿的。
园子里，田野里，瞧去，一大片一大片满是的。
坐着，躺着，打两个滚，踢几脚球，赛几趟跑，捉几回迷藏。
风轻悄悄的，草软绵绵的。
桃树，杏树，梨树，你不让我，我不让你，都开满了花赶趟儿。
红的像火，粉的像霞，白的像雪。
花里带着甜味；闭了眼，树上仿佛已经满是桃儿，杏儿，梨儿。
匆匆 朱自清
读第四段，从中你体会到作者怎样的思想感情？
在逃去如飞的日子里，在千门万户的世界 里的我能做些什么呢？只有徘徊罢了，只有 匆匆罢了；在八千多日的匆匆里，除徘徊外， 又剩些什么呢？过去的日子如轻烟，被微风 吹散了，如薄雾，被初阳蒸融了；我留着些 什么痕迹呢？我何曾留着像游丝样的痕迹呢？ 我赤裸裸来到这世界，转眼间也将赤裸裸的 回去罢？但不能平的，为什么偏要白白走这 一遭啊？
文章层次
一、用对比的手法写出了日子 一 去不复返的特点 二、写时间在我们身边悄悄逝去， 令人感慨。 三、照应了开头，突出了作者关于 时光匆匆的感慨，引人深思。
总 结
作者一开始就向我们提出问题, 但并没有直接作出回答,而是通过 具体例子向我们描述了日子来去 匆匆。最后照应开头，发出时光 匆匆的感慨。
• 想要体会「一月」有多少价值，你可以去问 一个不幸早产的母亲。 • 想要体会「一周」有多少价值，你可以去问 一个定期周刊的编辑。
• 想要体会「一小时」有多少价值，你可以去 问一对等待相聚的恋人。
体会时间的价值
• 想要体会「一分钟」有多少价值，你可 以去问一个错过火车的旅人。
• 想要体会「一秒钟」有多少价值，你可 以去问一个死里逃生的幸运儿。 • 想要体会「一毫秒」有多少价值，你可 以去问一个错失金牌的运动员。
时间之匆匆
一去不复返
时间格言
★人生有一道难题，那就是如何使一寸光阴等于一寸生 命。
★时间是没有声音的锉刀 。
★时间是一笔贷款，即使是守信用的借贷者也还不起 。
★人生最大的幸福，莫过于连一分钟都无法休息 。
★除了时间，什么也不属于我 。
珍惜时间的名人名言
光景不待人，须臾发成丝——李白 时间，就像海绵里的水，只要愿挤，总还是有的— —鲁迅 你热爱生命吗？那么别浪费时间，因为是组成生命 的材料——富兰克林 放弃时间的人，时间也放弃他——莎士比亚
匆匆(朱自清)
匆匆
朱自清
燕子去了,有再来的时候;
杨柳枯了，有再青的时候；
桃花谢了，有再开的时候.
但是,聪明的,你告诉我，我们的日子为什么一去不复返呢?
是有人偷了它们吧,那是谁？又藏在何处呢?
是它们自己逃走了吧，那现在又到了哪里呢？
我不知道它们给了我多少日子，但我的手确乎是渐渐空虚了。
在默默里算着，八千多日子已经从我手中溜去.
像针尖上一滴水,滴在大海里，我的日子滴在时间的流里，没有声音，也没有影子,我不禁头涔涔而泪潸潸了。
去的尽管去了，来的尽管来着；去来的中间，又怎样地匆匆呢?
早上我起来的时候，小屋里射进两三方斜斜的太阳，
太阳它有脚啊，轻轻悄悄地挪移了，我也茫茫然跟着旋转。
于是，洗手的时候，日子从水盆里过去；
吃饭的时候，日子从饭碗里过去;
默默时，便从凝然的双眼前过去；
我觉察它去的匆匆了,伸出手遮挽时,它又从遮挽着的手边过去；
天黑时，我躺在床上，它便伶伶俐俐地从我身上跨过,从我的脚边飞去了；
等我睁开眼和太阳再见，这算又溜走了一日。
我掩着面叹息，但是新来的日子的影儿又开始在叹息里闪过了。
在逃去如飞的日子里,在千门万户的世界里的我能做些什么呢?
只有徘徊罢了，只有匆匆罢了，
在八千多日的匆匆里，除徘徊外，又剩些什么呢？
过去的日子,如轻烟被微风吹散了，如薄雾被初阳蒸融了，
我留着些什么痕迹呢？我何曾留着像游丝样的痕迹呢？
我赤裸裸一到这世界，转眼间也将赤裸裸的回去吧?
但不能平的,为什么偏要白白走这一遭啊?
你聪明的，告诉我，我们的日子为什么一去不复返呢？。
朱自清《匆匆》英文版
朱自清《匆匆》英文版朱自清《匆匆》英文版篇一Rush (translated by Zhu Chunshen)Swallows may have gone, but there is a time of return; willow trees may have died back, but there is a time of regreening; peach blossoms may have fallen, but they will bloom again. Now, you the wise, tell me, why should our days leave us, never to return? — If they had beenstolen by someone, who could it be? Where could he hide then? If theyhad made the escape themselves, then where could they stay at the moment?I do not know how many days I have been given to spend, but I dofeel my hands are getting empty. Taking stock silently, I find that more than eight thousand days has already slid away from me. Like a drop of water from the point of a needle disappearing into the ocean, my daysare dripping into the stream of time, soundless, traceless. Alreadysweat is starting on my forehead, and tears welling up in my eyes.Those that have gone have gone for good, those to come keep coming; yet in between, how swift is the shift, in such a rush? When I get up in the morning, the slanting sun marks its presence in my small room in two or three oblongs. The sun has feet, look, he is treading on, lightly and furtively; and I am caught, blankly, in his revolution. Thus — the day flows away through the sink when I wash my hands, wears off in the bowl when I eat my meal, passes away before my day-dreaming gaze as I reflect in silence. I can feel his haste now, so I reach out my hands to holdhim back, but he keeps flowing past my withholding hands. In the evening, as I lie in bed, he strides over my body, glides past my feet, in his agile way. The moment I open my eyes and meet the sun again, one whole day has gone. I bury my face in my hands and heave a sigh. But the new day begins to flash past in the sigh.What can I do, in this bustling world, with my days flying in their escape? Nothing but to hesitate, to rush. What have I been doing in that eight-thousand-day rush, apart from hesitating? Those bygone days have been dispersed as smoke by a light wind, or evaporated as mist by the morning sun. What traces have I left behind me? Have I ever left behind any gossamer traces at all? I have come to this world, stark-naked; am I to go back, in a blink, in the same stark-nakedness? It is not fair though: why should I have made such a trip for nothing!You the wise, tell me, why should our days leave us, never to return?28 March, 1922朱自清《匆匆》英文版篇二Transient Days (translated by Zhang Peiji)If swallows go away, they will come back again. If willows wither, they will turn green again. If peach blossoms fade, they will flower again. But, tell me, you the wise, why should our days go by never to return? Perhaps they have been stolen by someone. But who could it beand where could he hide them? Perhaps they have just run away by themselves. But where could they be at the present moment?I don't know how many days I am entitled to altogether, but my quota of them is undoubtedly wearing away. Counting up silently, I find that more than 8,000 days have already slipped away through my fingers. Likea drop of water falling off a needle point into the ocean, my days are quietly dripping into the stream of time without leaving a trace. At the thought of this, sweat oozes from my forehead and tears trickle down my cheeks.What is gone is gone, what is to come keeps coming. How swift is the transition in between! When I get up in the morning, the slanting sun casts two or three squarish patches of light into my small room. The sun has feet too, edging away softly and stealthily. And, without knowing it, I am already caught in its revolution .Thus the day flows away through the sink when I wash my hands; vanishes in the rice bowl when I have my meal; passes away quietly before the fixed gaze of my eyes when I amlost in reverie. Aware of its fleeting presence, I reach out for it only to find it brushing past my out-stretched hands. In the evening, when I lie on my bed, it nimbly strides over my body and flits past my feet. By the time when I open my eyes to meet the sun again, another day is already gone. I heave a sign, my head buried in my hands. But, in the midst of my sighs, a new day is flashing past.Living in this world with its fleeting days and teeming millions, what can I do but waver and wander and live a transient life? What haveI been doing during the 8,000 fleeting days except wavering and wandering? The bygone days, like wisps of smoke, have been dispersed by gentle winds, and, like thin mists, have been evaporated by the risingsun. What traces have I left behind? No, nothing, not even gossamer-like traces. I have come to this world stark naked, and in the twinkling of an eye, I am to go to back as stark naked as ever. However, I am taking it very much to heart: why should I be made to pass through this world for nothing at all?O you the wise, would you tell me please: why should our days go by never to return?拓展阅读：《匆匆》原版燕子去了，有再来的时候;杨柳枯了，有再青的时候;桃花谢了，有再开的时候。
朱自清 《匆匆》的翻译对比
张译：Counting up silently, I find that more than 8,000 days have already slipped away through my fingers. 朱译：Taking stock silently, I find that more than eight thousand days have already slid away from me.
早上我起来的时候，小屋里射进两三方斜斜的太阳。 早上我起来的时候，小屋里射进两三方斜斜的太阳。
朱 译 When I get up in the morning, the slanting sun marks its presence in my small room in two or three oblongs. When I get up in the morning, the slanting sun casts two or three squarish patches of light into my small room.
我不知道他们给了我多少日子；但我的手确乎是渐渐空虚了。 我不知道他们给了我多少日子；但我的手确乎是渐渐空虚了。 张译：I don’t know how many days I am entitled to altogether, but 张译 my quota of them is undoubtedly wearing away. 朱译: 朱译 I don't know how many days I have been given to spend, but I do feel my hands are getting empty. 朱用了empty一词，其释义为 have nothing inside, 是一种状态。而 《匆匆》一文原作者更想表达的是一个流逝的过程而张选用 的”wear away” 一词来得非常自然、贴切。wear away 释义为 cause something to become thin, damaged, weak, etc. by constant use. 与原作者想要表达的他们给我的日子就这样渐渐流逝非常贴切。
匆匆(中英对照)
You the wise, tell me, why should our days leave us, never to return?
你聪明的，告诉我，我们的日子为什么一去不复返呢？
Spring Thaw/春天的融化
Every April I am beset by the same concern--that spring might not occur this year. The landscape looks forsaken, with hills, sky and forest forming a single gray meld, like the wash an artist paints on a canvas before the master work. My spirits ebb, as they did during an April snowfall when I first came to Maine 15 years ago. Just wait?a neighbor counseled. You'll wake up one morning and spring will just be here?
And lo, on May 3 that year I awoke to a green so startling as to be almost electric, as if spring were simply a matter of flipping a switch. Hills, sky and forest revealed their purples, blues and green. Leaves had unfurled, goldfinches had arrived at the feeder and daffodils were fighting their way heavenward.
朱自清《匆匆》四个英文翻译
匆匆---朱自清The Flight of Time---Zhu Ziqing--- Tr. by 许景城(Peter Jingcheng Xu)PhD Candidate, School of English, College of Arts and Humanities, Bangor University, LL572DG, UK燕子去了，有再来的时候；杨柳枯了，有再青的时候；桃花谢了，有再开的时候。
但是，聪明的，你告诉我，我们的日子为什么一去不复返呢？——是有人偷了他们罢：那是谁？又藏在何处呢？是他们自己逃走了罢：现在又到了哪里呢？Gone are swallows, but they may come back again; withered are willows, butthey may turn green again; fading away are peach blossoms, but they may floweragain. Now, you my sage would you please tell me, why should our days roll by,never to return? Are they stolen by someone? If so, who could it be, and wherecould he or she hide them? If they run away themselves, where are they now?我不知道他们给了我多少日子；但我的手确乎是渐渐空虚了。
在默默里算着，八千多日子已经从我手中溜去；像针尖上一滴水滴在大海里，我的日子滴在时间的流里，没有声音，也没有影子。
我不禁头涔涔而泪潸潸了。
I have no idea of how many days I am granted, but I could feel their weight in my handsbecomes less and less. In contemplation, I count, there are more than eight thousand dayshaving slipped away through my fingers. Like a drop of water falling off the point of aneedle down to the sea, my days are dripping into the stream of time, soundless, andtraceless. Aware of this, I feel sweats exuding from my forehead, and tears brimming in myeyes.去的尽管去了，来的尽管来着；去来的中间，又怎样地匆匆呢？早上我起来的时候，小屋里射进两三方斜斜的太阳。
2015汉译英句子翻译(包括参考译文)
2015年汉译英综合练习1. 她就是这样风里来，雨里去，成年累月地工作着。
This is how she carries on her work, rain or shine, all the year round.2.西湖如明镜，千峰凝翠，洞壑幽深，风光奇丽。
The West Lake is like a mirror, embellished all around with emerald hills and deep caves of enchanting beauty.3.但我就是这个脾气，虽然几经努力，却未能改变过来。
But it’s the way I am, and try as I might, I haven’t been able to change it.4.一踏上中华人民共和国国土，我们就随时随地地受到关怀和照顾。
From the moment we stepped into the People’s Republic of China, care and kindness surrounded us on every side.5.袭人道：“一百年还记得呢！比不得你，拿着我的话当耳边风，夜里说了，早起就忘了。
”“I’ll remember it if I live to be a hundred!” said Aroma. “I am not like you, letting what I say go in at one ear and out at the other forgetting what’s said at night by the next morning.”6.要制造飞机，就必须仔细考虑空气阻力问题。
Air resistance must be given careful consideration when the aircraft is to be made.7.为什么总把这些麻烦事推给我呢？Why should all the unpleasant jobs be pushed onto me?8.只有在我过于劳累，在我长时间无间断地工作，在我感到内心空虚，需要补充精神营养的时候，我才感到寂寞。
经典散文《匆匆》-朱自清
匆匆---朱自清燕子yànzi去qù了le，有yǒu 再来zàilái 的de 时候shíhòu；杨柳yángliǔ枯kū了le，有yǒu 再zài 青qīng 的de 时候shíhòu ；桃花táohuā谢xiè了le，有yǒu 再zài 开kāi 的de 时候shíhòu。
但是dànshì，聪明cōngmíng 的d e ，你n ǐ告诉我，我们w ǒm e n 的d e 日子r ìz ǐ为什么w èi s h én m e一去不复返y īq ùb ùf ùf ǎn 呢n e ？——是s h ì有人y ǒu r én 偷t ōu 了l e 他们t ām e n 罢b à？那n à是s h ì谁shuí？又y òu 藏cáng 在z ài 何处h éc h ù呢n e ？是s h ì他t ā们m e n 自z ì己j ǐ逃t áo 走z ǒu 了l e 罢b à？现xiàn 在z ài 又y òu 到d ào 了l e 哪n ǎ里l i 呢n e？我不知道他们给了我多少日子；但我的手确乎quèhū是shì渐渐jiànjiàn 空虚kōngxū了le 。
在zài默默mòmò里li 算suàn 着zháo，八千bāqiān多duō日子rìzǐ已经yǐjīng 从cóng 我wǒ手中shǒuzhōng 溜liū去qù；像xiàng 针尖zhēnjiān 上shàng 一yī滴水dīshuǐ滴dī在zài 大dà海里，我的日子滴在时间的流里，没有声音，也没有影子。
朱自清散文-匆匆 英汉对照
朱自清散文-匆匆英汉对照Rush 匆匆Swallows may have gone, but there is a time of return; willow trees may have died back, but there is a time of regreening; peach blossoms may have fallen, but they will bloom again. Now, you the wise, tell me, why should our days leave us, never to return? If they had been stolen by someone, who could it be? Where could he hide them? If they had made the escape themselves, then where could they stay at the moment?燕子去了，有再来的时候；杨柳枯了，有再青的时候；桃花谢了，有再开的时候。
但是，聪明的，你告诉我，我们的日子为什么一去不复返呢？是有人偷了他们罢：那是谁？又藏在何处呢？是他们自己逃走了：现在又到了哪里呢？I don''t know how many days I have been given to spend, but I do feel my hands are getting empty. Taking stock silently, I find that more than eight thousand days have already slid away from me. Like a drop of water from the point of a needle disappearing into the ocean, my days are dripping into the stream of time, soundless, traceless. Already sweat is starting on my forehead, and tears welling up in my eyes.我不知道他们给了我多少日子；但我的手确乎是渐渐空虚了。
课外阅读《匆匆》朱自清 舒婷诗
课外阅读匆匆(朱自清)燕子去了，有再来的时候；杨柳枯了，有再青的时候；桃花谢了，有再开的时候。
但是，聪明的，你告诉我，我们的日子为什么一去不复返呢？——是有人偷了他们罢：那是谁？又藏在何处呢？是他们自己逃走了罢：现在又到了哪里呢？我不知道他们给了我多少日子；但我的手确乎是渐渐空虚了。
在默默里算着，八千多日子已经从我手中溜去；像针尖上一滴水滴在大海里，我的日子滴在时间的流里，没有声音，也没有影子。
我不禁头涔涔而泪潸潸了。
去的尽管去了，来的尽管来着；去来的中间，又怎样地匆匆呢？早上我起来的时候，小屋里射进两三方斜斜的太阳。
太阳他有脚啊，轻轻悄悄地挪移了；我也茫茫然跟着旋转。
于是——洗手的时候，日子从水盆里过去；吃饭的时候，日子从饭碗里过去；默默时，便从凝然的双眼前过去。
我觉察他去的匆匆了，伸出手遮挽时，他又从遮挽着的手边过去，天黑时，我躺在床上，他便伶伶俐俐地从我身上跨过，从我脚边飞去了。
等我睁开眼和太阳再见，这算又溜走了一日。
我掩着面叹息。
但是新来的日子的影儿又开始在叹息里闪过了。
在逃去如飞的日子里，在千门万户的世界里的我能做些什么呢？只有徘徊罢了，只有匆匆罢了；在八千多日的匆匆里，除徘徊外，又剩些什么呢？过去的日子如轻烟，被微风吹散了，如薄雾，被初阳蒸融了；我留着些什么痕迹呢？我何曾留着像游丝样的痕迹呢？我赤裸裸来到这世界，转眼间也将赤裸裸的回去罢？但不能平的，为什么偏要白白走这一遭啊？你聪明的，告诉我，我们的日子为什么一去不复返呢？双桅船雾打湿了我的双翼可风却不容我再迟疑岸啊，心爱的岸昨天刚刚和你告别今天你又在这里明天我们将在另一个纬度相遇是一场风暴、一盏灯把我们联系在一起是另一场风暴、另一盏灯使我们再分东西不怕天涯海角岂在朝朝夕夕你在我的航程上我在你的视线里始祖鸟从垣古俯瞰我们天空它无痕丛林莽原都在他翅翼的阴影下鸣禽中它哑口众鸟只是复杂地模仿他单纯的沉默丑陋迟钝孤单屡遭强敌和饥寒毁灭于洪荒传奇于洪荒他倒下的姿势一片模糊因之渐渐明亮的是背景那一幕混沌的黎明原始的曙光用王冕似的名字将他铐在进化史上据说这是永生没有自传也不再感想《致橡树》我如果爱你——绝不像攀援的凌霄花，借你的高枝炫耀自己；我如果爱你——绝不学痴情的鸟儿，为绿荫重复单调的歌曲；也不止像泉源，常年送来清凉的慰藉；也不止像险峰，增加你的高度，衬托你的威仪。
朱自清散文荷塘月色匆匆英译
汉译英名篇：朱自清《荷塘月色》杨宪益版这几天心里颇不宁静。
今晚在院子里坐着乘凉，忽然想起日日走过的荷塘，在这满月的光里，总该另有一番样子吧。
月亮渐渐地升高了，墙外马路上孩子们的欢笑，已经听不见了：妻在屋里拍着闰儿，迷迷糊糊地哼着眠歌。
我悄悄地披了大衫，带上门出去。
The last few days have found me very restless・ This evening as I sat in the yard to enjoy the cool it stmek me how different the lotus pool I pass every day must look under a full moon・ The moon was sailing higher and higher up the heavens, the sound of childish laughter had died away from the lane beyond our wall, and my wife was in the house patting Juner and humming a lullaby to him. I quietly slipped on a long gown・ and walked out leaving the door on the latch・沿着荷塘，是一条曲折的小煤屑路。
这是一条幽僻的路：白天也少人泄，夜晚更加寂寞。
荷塘四而，长着许多树，蓊蓊郁郁的。
路的一旁，是些杨柳，和一些不知逍爼字的树。
没有月光的晚上，这路上阴森森的，有些怕人。
今晚却很好，虽然月光也还是淡淡的。
A cinder - path winds along by the side of the pool. It is off the beaten track and few pass this way even by day, so at night it is still more quiet. Trees grow thick and bosky all around the pool, with willows and other trees I cannot name by the path. On nights when there is no moon the track is almost terrifyingly dark, but tonight it was quite clear, though the moonlight was pale.路上只我一个人，背着手踱着。
《匆匆》朱自清(中英对照)
我不知道他们给了我多少日子；但我的手确乎是渐渐空虚了。在默默里算着，八千多日子已经从我手中溜去；象针尖上一滴水滴在大海里，我的日子滴在时间的流里，没有声音也没有影子。我不禁头涔涔而泪潸潸了。
Those that have gone have gone for good, those to come keep coming; yet in between, how swift is the shift, in such a rush? When I get up in the morning, the slanting sun marks its presence in my small room in two or three oblongs. The sun has feet, look, he is treading on, lightly and furtively; and I am caught, blankly, in his revolution. Thus--the day flows away through the sink when I wash my hands, wears off in the bowl when I eat my meal, and passes away before my day-dreaming gaze as reflect in silence. I can feel his haste now, so I reach out my hands to hold him back, but he keeps flowing past my withholding hands. In the evening, as I lie in bed, he strides over my body, glides past my feet, in his agile way. The moment I open my eyes and meet the sun again, one whole day has gone. I bury my face in my hands and heave a sigh. But the new day begins to flash past in the sigh.
散文汉译英佳作赏析：朱自清《匆匆》
散文汉译英佳作赏析：朱自清《匆匆》匆匆Rush朱自清By Zhu Ziqing燕子去了，有再来的时候；杨柳枯了，有再青的时候；桃花谢了，有再开的时候。
Swallows may have gone, but there is a time of return; willow trees may have died back, but there is a time of regreening; peach blossoms may have fallen, but they will bloom again.但是，聪明的，你告诉我，我们的日子为什么一去不复返呢？Now, you the wise, tell me, why should our days leave us, never to return?--是有人偷了他们罢：那是谁？又藏在何处呢？是他们自己逃走了：现在又到了哪里呢？-If they had been stolen by someone, who could it be? Where could he hide them? If they had made the escape themselves, then where could they stay at the moment?我不知道他们给了我多少日子；但我的手确乎是渐渐空虚了。
I don’t know how many days I have been given to spend, but I do feel my hands are getting empty.在默默里算着，八千多日子已经从我手中溜去；象针尖上一滴水滴在大海里，我的日子滴在时间的流里，没有声音也没有影子。
我不禁头涔涔而泪潸潸了。
Taking stock silently, I find that more than eight thousand days have already slid away from me. Like a drop of water from the point of a needle disappearing into the ocean, my days are dripping into the stream of time, soundless, traceless. Already sweat is starting on my forehead, and tears welling up in my eyes.。
《匆匆》朱自清全文英译版
匆匆作者：朱自清译者：张培基燕子去了，有再来的时候；杨柳枯了，有再青的时候；桃花谢了，有再开的时候。
但是，聪明的，你告诉我，我们的日子为什么一去不复返呢？——是有人偷了他们罢：那是谁？又藏在何处呢？是他们自己逃走了罢：现在又到了哪里呢？If swallows go away, they will come back again. If willows wither, they will turn green again. If peach blossoms fade, they will flower again. But, tell me, you the wise, why should our days go by never to return? Perhaps they have been stolen by someone. But who could it be and where could he hide them? Perhaps they have just run away by themselves. But where could they be at the present moment?*swallow [ˈswɒləʊ] ：燕；吞，咽*willow [ˈwɪləʊ] ：柳，柳树* wither [ˈwɪðə(r)] ：枯萎；凋谢我不知道他们给了我多少日子；但我的手确乎是渐渐空虚了。
在默默里算着，八千多日子已经从我手中溜去；像针尖上一滴水滴在大海里，我的日子滴在时间的流里，没有声音，也没有影子。
我不禁汗涔涔而泪潸潸了。
I don't know how many days I am entitled to altogether, but my quota of them is undoubtedly wearing away. Counting up silently, I find that more than 8,000 days have already slipped away through my fingers. Like a drop of water falling off a needle point into the ocean, my days are quietly dripping into the stream of time without leaving a trace. At the thought of this, sweat oozes from my forehead and tears trickle down my cheeks.*entitle [ɪnˈtaɪtl] ：赋予权利；使符合资格*quota [ˈkwəʊtə] ：定额；配额；指标*undoubtedly ：无疑；必定*drip [drɪp] ：滴下；滴落*ooze [uːz] ：慢慢流出；渗出*trickle [ˈtrɪkl] ：滴；流淌；慢慢移动去的尽管去了，来的尽管来着；去来的中间，又怎样地匆匆呢？早上我起来的时候，小屋里射进两三方斜斜的太阳。
匆匆(作者：朱自清) 的两个译本(朱纯深 译;张培基 译)的对比
[3] ①去的尽管去了，来的尽管来着；去来的中 间，又怎样地匆匆呢？②早上我起来的时候，小 屋里射进两三方斜斜的太阳。③太阳他也有脚啊， 轻轻悄悄地挪移了；我也茫茫然跟着旋转。④于 是——洗手的时候，日子从水盆里过去；吃饭的 时候，日子从饭碗里过去；默默时，便从凝然的 双眼前过去。⑤我觉察他去的匆匆了，伸出手遮 挽时，他又从遮挽着的手边过去，天黑时，我躺 在床上，他便伶伶俐俐在从我身上跨过，从我脚 边飞去了。⑥等我睁开眼和太阳再见，这算又溜 走了一日。⑦我掩着面叹息。⑧但是新来的日子 的影儿又开始在叹息里闪过了。
匆
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朱自清
Rush 朱纯深 译
[1] ①燕子去了，有再来的时候；杨柳枯了，在 再青的时候；桃花谢了，有再开的时候。②但是， 聪明的，你告诉我，我们的日子为什么一去不复 返呢？——③是有人偷了他们罢：那是谁？④又 藏在何处呢？⑤是他们自己逃走了罢：现在又到 了那里呢？
[1] ①Swallows may have gone, but there is a time of return; willow trees may have died back, but there is a time of regreening; peach blossoms may have fallen, but they will bloom again. ②Now, you the wise, tell me, why should our days leave us, never to return? —③If they had been stolen by someone, who could it be? ④Where could he hide then? ⑤If they had made the escape themselves, then where could they stay at the moment?
朱自清《匆匆》英文版
朱⾃清《匆匆》英⽂版朱⾃清《匆匆》是⼤家都⾮常熟悉的散⽂，我们来看看它的英⽂版。
Swallows may have gone, but there is a time of return; willow trees may have died back, but there is a time of regreening; peach blossoms may have fallen, but they will bloom again. Now, you the wise, tell me, why should our days leave us, never to return? - If they had been stolen by someone, who could it be? Where could he hide them? If they had made the escape themselves, then where could they stay at the moment?I don't know how many days I have been given to spend, but I do feel my hands are getting empty. Taking stock silently, I find that more than eight thousand days have already slid away from me. Like a drop of water from the point of a needle disappearing into the ocean, my days are dripping into the stream of time, soundless, traceless. Already sweat is starting on my forehead, and tears welling up in my eyes.Those that have gone have gone for good, those to come keep coming; yet in between, how swift is the shift, in such a rush? When I get up in the morning, the slanting sun marks its presence in my small room in two or three oblongs. The sun has feet, look, he is treading on, lightly and furtively; and I am caught, blankly, in his revolution. Thus--the day flows away through the sink when I wash my hands, wears off in the bowl when I eat my meal, and passes away before my day-dreaming gaze as reflect in silence. I can feel his haste now, so I reach out my hands to hold him back, but he keeps flowing past my withholding hands. In the evening, as I lie in bed, he strides over my body, glides past my feet, in his agile way. The moment I open my eyes and meet the sun again, one whole day has gone. I bury my face in my hands and heave a sigh. But the new day begins to past in the sigh.What can I do, in this bustling world, with my days flying in their escape? Nothing but to hesitate, to rush. What have I been doing in that eight-thousand-day rush, apart from hesitating? Those bygone days have been dispersed as smoke by a light wind, or evaporated as mist by the morning sun. What traces have I left behind me? Have I ever left behind any gossamer traces at all? I have come to the world, stark naked; am I to go back, in a blink, in the same stark nakedness? It is not fair though: why should I have made such a trip for nothing!You the wise, tell me, why should our days leave us, never to return？。
朱自清匆匆英文版
朱自清匆匆英文版RushZhu ZiqingSwallows may have gone, but there is a time of return; willow trees may have died back, but there is a time of regreening; peach blossoms may have fallen, but they will bloom again. Now, you the wise, tell me, why should our days leave us, never to return---If they had been stolen by someone, who could it be Where could he hide them If they had made the escape themselves, then where could they stay at the momentI do not know how many days I have been given to spend, but I do feel my hands are getting empty. Taking stock silently, I find that more than eight thousand days have already slid away from me. Like a drop of water from the point of a needle disappearing into the ocean, my days are disappearing into the stream of time, soundless, traceless. Already sweat is starting on my forehead, and tears welling up in my eyes.Those that have gone have gone for good, those to come keep coming; yet in between, how sift is the shift, in such a rush When I get up in the morning, the slanting sun marks its presence in my small room in two or three oblongs. The sun has feet, look, he is treading on, lightly and furtively; and I wash my hands, wears off in the bowl when I eat my meal, and passes away before my day-dreaming gaze as I reflect in silence. I can feel his haste now, so I reach out my hands to hold him back, but he keep flowing past my withholding hands, in his agile way. The moment I open my eyes and meet the sun again, one whole day has gone.I bury my face in my hands and heave a sigh. But the new daybegins to flash past in the sigh.What can I do, in this bustling world, with my days flying in their escape Nothing but to hesitate, to rush. What have I been doing in that eight-thousand-day rush, apart from hesitating Those bygone days have been dispersed as smoke by a light wind, or evaporated as mist by the morning sun. What traces have I left behind me Have I ever left behind any gossamer traces at all I have come to this world, stark naked; am I to go back, in a blink, in the same stark nakedness Is is not fair though: why should I have made such a trip for nothing!You the wise, tell me, why should our days leave us, never to returnMarch 28, 1922。
朱自清匆匆英文版
RushZhu ZiqingSwallows may have gone, but there is a time of return; willow trees may have died back, but there is a time of regreening; peach blossoms may have fallen, but they will bloom again. Now, you the wise, tell me, why should our days leave us, never to return?---If they had been stolen by someone, who could it be? Where could he hide them? If they had made the escape themselves, then where could they stay at the moment?I do not know how many days I have been given to spend, but I do feel my hands are getting empty. Taking stock silently, I find that more than eight thousand days have already slid away from me. Like a drop of water from the point of a needle disappearing into the ocean, my days are disappearing into the stream of time, soundless, traceless. Already sweat is starting on my forehead, and tears welling up in my eyes.Those that have gone have gone for good, those to come keep coming; yet in between, how sift is the shift, in such a rush? When I get up in the morning, the slanting sun marks its presence in my small room in two or three oblongs. The sun has feet, look, he is treading on, lightly and furtively; and I wash my hands, wears off in the bowl when I eat my meal, and passes away before my day-dreaming gaze as I reflect in silence. I can feel his haste now, so I reach out my hands to hold him back, but he keep flowing past my withholding hands, in his agile way. The moment I open my eyes and meet the sun again, one whole day has gone. I bury my face in my hands and heave a sigh. But the new day begins to flash past in the sigh.What can I do, in this bustling world, with my days flying in their escape? Nothing but to hesitate, to rush. What have I been doing in that eight-thousand-day rush, apart from hesitating? Those bygone days have been dispersed as smoke by a light wind, or evaporated as mist by the morning sun. What traces have I left behind me? Have I ever left behind any gossamer traces at all?I have come to this world, stark naked; am I to go back, in a blink, in the same stark nakedness? Is is not fair though: why should I have made such a trip for nothing!You the wise, tell me, why should our days leave us, never to return?March 28, 1922。
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匆匆
朱自清
燕子去了，有再来的时候；杨柳枯了，有再青的时候；桃花谢了，有再开的时候。
但是，聪明的，你告诉我，我们的日子为什么一去不复返呢？——是有人偷了他们吧：那是谁？又藏在何处呢？是他们自己逃走了吧：现在又到了哪里呢？
我不知道他们给了我多少日子；但我的手确乎是渐渐空虚了。
在默默里算着，八千多日子已经从我手中溜去；像针尖上一滴水滴在大海里，我的日子滴在时间的流里，没有声音，也没有影子。
我不禁汗涔涔而泪潸潸了。
去的尽管去了，来的尽管来着；去来的中间，又怎样地匆匆呢？早上我起来的时候，小屋里射进两三方斜斜的太阳。
太阳他有脚啊，轻轻悄悄地挪移了；我也茫茫然跟着旋转。
于是——洗手的时候，日子从水盆里过去；吃饭的时候，日子从饭碗里过去；默默时，便从凝然的双眼前过去。
我觉察他去的匆匆了，伸出手遮挽时，他又从遮挽着的手边过去，天黑时，我躺在床上，他便伶伶俐俐地从我身上跨过，从我脚边飞去了。
等我睁开眼和太阳再见，这算又溜走了一日。
我掩着面叹息。
但是新来的日子的影儿又开始在叹息里闪过了。
在逃去如飞的日子里，在千门万户的世界里的我能做些什么呢？只有徘徊罢了，只有匆匆罢了；在八千多日的匆匆里，除徘徊外，又剩些什么呢？过去的日子如轻烟，被微风吹散了，如薄雾，被初阳蒸融了；我留着些什么痕迹呢？我何曾留着像游丝样的痕迹呢？我赤裸裸来到这世界，转眼间也将赤裸裸的回去罢？但不能平的，为什么偏要白白走这一遭啊？
你聪明的，告诉我，我们的日子为什么一去不复返呢？
一九二二年三月二十八日。
Transient Days (translated by张培基)
If swallows go away, they will come back again. If willows wither, they will turn green again. If peach blossoms fade, they will flower again. But, tell me, you the wise, why should our days go by never to return? Perhaps they have been stolen by someone. But who could it be and where could he hide them? Perhaps they have just run away by themselves. But where could they be at the present moment?
I don't know how many days I am entitled to altogether, but my quota of them is undoubtedly wearing away. Counting up silently, I find that more than 8,000 days have already slipped away through my fingers. Like a drop of water falling off a needle point into the ocean, my days are quietly dripping into the stream of time without leaving a trace. At the thought of this, sweat oozes from my forehead and tears trickle down my cheeks.
What is gone is gone, what is to come keeps coming. How swift is the transition in between! When I get up in the morning, the slanting sun casts two or three squarish patches of light into my small room. The sun has feet too, edging away softly and stealthily. And, without knowing it, I am already caught in its revolution .Thus the day flows away through the sink when I wash my hands; vanishes in the rice bowl when I have my meal; passes away quietly before the fixed gaze of my eyes when I am lost in reverie. Aware of its fleeting presence, I reach out for it only to find it brushing past my out-stretched hands. In the evening, when I lie on my bed, it nimbly strides
over my body and flits past my feet. By the time when I open my eyes to meet the sun again, another day is already gone. I heave a sign, my head buried in my hands. But, in the midst of my sighs, a new day is flashing past.
Living in this world with its fleeting days and teeming millions, what can I do but waver and wander and live a transient life? What have I been doing during the 8,000 fleeting days except wavering and wandering? The bygone days, like wisps of smoke, have been dispersed by gentle winds, and, like thin mists, have been evaporated by the rising sun. What traces have I left behind? No, nothing, not even gossamer-like traces. I have come to this world stark naked, and in the twinkling of an eye, I am to go to back as stark naked as ever. However, I am taking it very much to heart: why should I be made to pass through this world for nothing at all?
O you the wise, would you tell me please: why should our days go by never to return?。