河北工业大学考博英语翻译(不是答案,有的用软件翻译的,但题目没错)

雨落无声，记忆搁浅。用心触摸着那丝丝微雨的柔美，透过时空的壁垒，苍老的故地，深沉的脚印，朦胧的身影，和那被岁月侵蚀的满怀柔情，在脑海里徘徊得太过杂乱无章，每当想要细细品味时，却不知从何道来。于是，只能介乎在半梦半醒之间，任沧桑褪尽昔日芳华，孜然一身，谱写出风花雪月的篇章。人生若只如初见，那冥冥中注定的惊鸿一瞥，定格一瞬间，却又转瞬即逝，带走了无限的想象和无尽的回忆。The rain fell silent, memory stranded. Heart touch the trace of light and soft, through the time barrier, old haunt, deep footprints, shadowy figure, and that was years of erosion tender, in the mind too be, when wants to taste, but do not know where to. So, only ranging in half awaken, despite the vicissitudes of life faded old youth, such a romantic themes, to write a chapter. Only if the first sign of life, a glimpse into the doomed it somewhere, freeze-frame moment, fleeting, took infinite imagination and endless memories.

Philosophy, as I shall understand the word, is something intermediate between theology and science. Like theology, it consists of speculations on matters as to which definite knowledge has, so far, been unascertainable; but like science, it appeals to human reason rather than to authority, whether that of tradition or that of revelation. All definite knowledge--so I should contend--belongs to science; all dogma as to what surpasses definite knowledge belongs to theology. But between theology and science there is a No Man's Land, exposed to attack from both sides; this No Man's Land is philosophy. Almost all the questions of most interest to speculative minds are such as science cannot answer, and the confident answers of theologians no longer seem so convincing as they did in former centuries.

哲學，就我對這個詞的理解來說，乃是某種介乎神學與科學之間的東西。它和神學一樣，包含著人類對於那些迄今仍為確切的知識所不能肯定的事物的思考；但是它又象科學一樣是訴之於人類的理性而不是訴之于權威的，不管是傳統的權威還是啟示的權威。一切確切的知識——我是這樣主張的——都屬於科學；一切涉及超乎確切知識之外的教條都屬於神學。但是介乎神學與科學之間還有一片受到雙方攻擊的無人之域；這片無人之域就是哲學。思辯的心靈所最感到興趣的一切問題，幾乎都是科學所不能回答的問題；而神學家們的信心百倍的答案，也已不再象它們在過去的世紀裏那麼令人信服了。

是起点也是终点，是开始也是结束，是欢聚也是离散，是出发也是归宿。从来没有一个地方，能汇集如许人流量，从来没有一个地方，能拥有如许悲欢离合。从清晨到白昼，从黄昏到夜晚，从黑夜到黎明，数不清的脚印带着来自各地的泥土，重重叠叠，密密麻麻踩上去。有红色的土来自山间，有褐色的土来自田野，有黑色的土来自城市，有白色的土来自海滨。聚拢又散失，堆积又泻落，没有一粒种子能在这里生根，如同没有一双脚步会在这里驻留。缘因—这只是流动的浮土，这仅是过往的月台。

Is the beginning and the end, is the beginning and the end, is gathered is also discrete, is also the destination point. Never in one place, can bring together such a flow of people, never a place, can have such grief at separation and joy in union. From early morning to the day, from dusk to night, from night to dawn, with countless footprints from around the earth, overlapping, closely trample up. Red soil from the mountains, there are brown soil from the field, black soil from the city, the land from the white beach. Comes another loss, accumulation and fall, not a seed to take root here, as there is no feet presence here. Because of this is only the flow of air, this is just past the platform.

With a little more deliberation in the choice of their pursuits, all men would perhaps become essentially students and observers, for certainly their nature and destiny are interesting to all alike. In accumulating property for ourselves or our posterity, in founding a family or a state, or acquiring fame even, we are mortal; but in dealing with truth we are immortal, and need fear no change nor accident. The oldest Egyptian or Hindoo philosopher raised a corner of the veil from the statue of the divinity; and still the trembling robe remains raised, and I gaze upon as fresh a glory as he did, since it was I in him that was then so bold, and it is he in me that now reviews the vision. No dust has settled on that robe; no time has elapsed since that divinity was revealed. That time which we really improve, or which is improvable, is neither past, present, nor future.