(4) value to capture the tactile and spatial impression (silken field);
Strolling alone down the path, a hands behind my back, I felt as if the whole earth and the Sky were mine and I had stepped outside my usual the self into another world. I like both excitement and stillness, under the full moon, I could think of whatever I pleased or of nothing at all, and that gave me a sense of freedom. All daytime duties could be disregarded. That was the advantage of solitude: I could savour to the full that expanse of fragrant lotus and the moonlight.
As far as eye could see, the pool with its winding margin was covered with trim leaves, which rose high out of the water like the flared skirts of dancing girls . And starring these tiers of leaves were white lotus flowers, alluringly open or bashfully in bud, like glimmering pearls, stars in an azure sky, or beauties fresh from the bath. The breeze carried past gusts of fragrance, like the strains of a song faintly heard from a far-off tower. And leaves and blossoms trembled slightly, while in a flash the scent was carried away. As the closely serried leaves bent, a tide of opaque emerald could be glimpsed. That was the softly running water beneath, hidden from sight, its colour invisible, though the leaves looked more graceful than ever.
If there were somebody gathering lotuses tonight, she could tell that the lilies here are high enough to reach over her head; but, one would certainly miss the sight of the water on. So my memories drift back to the South after all.
⑥ With melody and alliteration (such as the layers of leaves),;
Tall are the lotus plants, taller than me. < br /> The lotus blooms are higher than their heads;
I always liked Mr. Zhu Ziqing essay writing, and also like the English translation of Chu prose. Zhu Ziqing essays are very particular about the feelings and temperament, is a challenge for the translator. I recently spent a long time to organize the four translations of classic prose “Lotus Pond”, the four editions of their own strengths, is an excellent material for them to learn, in particular, there are so many translations can compare learning, I hope we can gain. The
① The Diesheng word the frequency of outbreaks is one of the stylistic features of this. Here, “Weng Rui depressed, except for” lush “(luxuriant), due to the effect of Diesheng, but also with a kind of hazy blurred charm. From the context, even in and out of “depressed” state of mind. Asked to use a “lush, Shady rock ambience phrase meaning meaning outside with the sh sound repetition to convey levels of meaning.
dating very far back in history, most popular in the period of Six Dynasties. We can pick up some outlines of this activity in the poetry, It was young girls who went gathering lotuses, in sam-pans and singing love songs . Needless to say, there were a great number of them doing the gathering, apart from those who were watching. It was a lively season, brimming with vitality, and ro-mance. A brilliant description can be found in Lotus Gathenng written by the Yuan Emperor of the Liang Dynasty:
As, the moon was rising higher and higher up in the sky, the laughter of children playing had died away from the alleys beyond our wall. Inside our home, my wife was patting om son Ran r, sleepily humming a cradle song. And quite quietly, I put on my long gown, left the door on me latch and made my way towards the pond.
Moonlight over the Lotus Pond
suddenly remembered Picking things. Picking the old customs of the south, it seems very early, when the Six Sheng; to know the songs. Picking juvenile woman, them is Dangzhuo the boat, singing Yange go. Needless to say a lot, there were spectators. It is a busy season, is a romantic season. Liangyuan Di “Picking Fu” where he said:
I also remember some lines The from the poem individual West, of Islet:
Skirting the lotus pond, the far and near high and low, are the trees if among which willows predominate . They entirely envelop the pond, leaving only a few spaces on one side of the path, as if purposely for the moonbeams to penetrate.The trees were now all enshrouded in a heavy gloom, which at first sight looked like a pall of mist, but the lovely shape of the willows remained distinguishable in spite of it.Distant hills loomed above the tree-tops in dim outline.Here and there, a few rays from street-lamps filtered through the trees, listless as the eyes of one who is dozing.At this moment, most lively were the cicadas chirping in the trees and the frogs croaking under the water.But theirs was all the merrymaking, in which I did not have the least share.
And girls with slender waists < br /> In autumn I pluck lotus seeds in the South Pond,
Turn to gaze behind them.
When they gather lotus at Nantang in autumn
Note:
(Yang Xianyi, wearing Diego is a translation, see (English Learning 1999 5)
Deep in my thoughts, I looked up, just to find myself. at the door of my own house. Gently the I pushed the door open and walked in. Not a sound inside, my wife had been asleep for quite a while Qinghua Campus,, Beiiing
⑦ the special effects in translation did not convey, but in general. asked where possible Note
⑩ original omitted subject (a person), to be filled in the translation, the choice of the first and third person. selection of first-person, closer to the portrait of the psychology of the heroine. “Autumn” to the second line of the translated the lilies rear attribute, in order to complement the original meaning and balanced sentence.
They stoop to pick lotus seeds,
Around the lotus pond could be seen seen trees if here and there, anywhere andeverywhere, most of them willows. These trees had the pond entirely enveloped, with only a few small clearings left on one side of the path, as if purposefully reserved for the moon to shed light. The trees were all enshrouded in such heavy gloom that they looked like a heavy mass of mist at first sight, but the charm of the willows could still be prominently discernible. Above the treetops loomed faintly distant hills their shapes were rather sketchy, though, through the branches could be seen some light from a couple of stree-lamps , which was as tality at the moment, however, were the
With smiles they protect their silks,
The moonlight, like a casade was flowing dawn quietly to the leaves and flowers and a light blue mist shrouded the pond, which made the leaves and flowers look like being washed in milk or being caught in a gauzy dream. Though there was a full moon tonight, as the sky was covered with a veil of thin clouds, it could not shed its brightest brilliance. But to me, it was the moment of perfecfion a sound sleep is certainly necessary, but a nap also has its own flavor. As the moon shed its light from behind the trees, the dense shrubs high above cast down checkered shadows which looked gloomy and ghost-like. But the sparsely-mapped beautiful shadows of the weeping willows looked as if they were paitned on the lotus leaves. The moonlight was not evenly distributed over the pond but there was a harmonious combination of light and shade, which was rhythmic as a famous melody played on a violin.
I have felt quite upset recently, Tonight, when I was sitting in the yard enjoying the cool, it occurred to me that the Lotus Pond, which I pass by everyday, must assume quite a different look in such moonlit night. A full moon was rising high in the sky; the laughter of children playing outside had died away; in the room, my wife was patting the son, Run-er, sleepily hum ming a cradle song. Shrugging on an overcoat, quietly, I made my way out, closing the door behind me.
These days have found me quite in turmoil. Tonight as [was sitting in my yard enjoying the cool. I suddenly thought of the lotus pond I pass by every day: on such a fully-moonlit night, it must assume a different outlook.
Strolling along the path I am, all alone, with my hands behind my back. I seem to have this bit of the universe all in my possession. What more, it seems that I have overreached my usual self to such an extent as to have entered another world. I enjoy a tranquil life as well as a bustling one; I enjoy being in solitude as well as being in company. On such a night as this, bathing in the mist-like moonlight, I can think of anything or nothing, which makes me feel
hts, the place has a gloomy, somewhat forbiddding appearance.But on this particular evening, it had a cheerful out look, though the moon was pale.
twists and turns the Hawthorn above, Mi Wang Tada leaves. leaves the water is high, such as Kingston dancer skirt. layers of leaves, dotted with some white flowers, willowy to open, shy bud,; beauty as pearls and twinkling stars, a sense of freedom. passing breeze, sent a plume of fragrance, as if far from the high-rise faint singing like leaves and flowers trembled slightly, like lightning, the scent to the other side. leaves side by side close next to MIDI, which would have hearted a Ningbi ripples underneath the leaves, the exquisite water, cover, and can not see color; while the leaves looked more enchanting.
(Published in 1927 July 10, "Novel Monthly, Volume 18, Issue 7)
There is we have a picture of these merry excursions. This must have been a delightful event, and it is a great pity we can not enjoy it today .
cicadas that were chirping on the trees and the flogs that were croaking in the water. But this vitality belongs to them; I have nothing in my possession.
along the lotus pond, is a tortuous small coal road debris, which is a quiet and remote road; less during the day go more lonely night, the pond grows a tree in a lush side of the road, some willows, and some do not know the name of the tree. On moonlight nights, the path winds along side of the pool, but tonight it was very good, though the moonlight was pale.
Moonlight, over the the Lotus Pond,
moonlight and flagrance
Reach, an understanding the while boating;
My the head of bent low, with lotus seeds the I the play,
⑤ from the content significance with the rhythm of the syntax of ping pursuit;
A cinderpath winds along by the the side of the pool. It is off the beaten track and few the pass this way even by day, so at night it is still more quiet To frequent Diesheng of Trees,
③ ⑦ original set of sentences, words and parallel structure to achieve sound and meaning matched space-time stretches the image of synesthesia, in the translation used different tactics to try to obtain the corresponding results which ③ with the "change language" (the Elegant Variation, that is, not to repeat the original Hawthorn) and alliteration (winding ... water on what ...);
Along the pond winds a narrow cinder footpath. The footpath, peaceful and secluded, is not much frequented by pedestrians in the daytime and at night, it is even more solitary. Around the pond grows s huge profusion of trees, exuber-ant and luxuriant. On one side of the path are willows and some other trees whose names are unknown to me. On a moonless night, it is somewhat somber here, looking rather forbidding. But it has a cheerful outlook tonight , though the moonlight is in a thin, whitish veil.
Gathering the lotus, I am in the South
Around the pond, far and near, high and Iow, are trees. Most of them are willows. Only on the path side can two or three gaps be seen through the heavy fringe, as if specially re served for the moon. The shadowy shapes of the leafage at first sight seem diffused into a mass of mist, against which, however, the charm of those willow trees is still discernible. Over the trees appear some distant mountains, but merely in sketchy sil-houette. Through the branches are also a couple of lamps, as listless as sleepy eyes. The most lively creatures here, for the moment, must be the cicadas in the trees if and the frogs in the pond. But the liveliness is theirs, I have nothing
translation (Wang pepper l translation see "the English-speaking world in 1985, 5)
If there were someone plucking lotus seeds tonight, the lotus flowers would certainly be higher above their heads. But it was a pity that the rippling water Changjiang River. Deep in such thoughts, I suddenly looked up, only to find myself at the door of my house. I gently pushed the door in, with quietness all around me. My wife had long fallen fast asleep.
Drawing in their skirts, afraid lest the boat upset.
Now spring and summer meet, < br /> Moonlight was flowing quietly like a stream down to the leaves and flowers.A light mist overspread the lotus pond.Leaf anf flower seemed washed in milk.It was a full moon, but a pale cloud hanging overhead made it lose some of its brilliance. Moonlight was glowing from behind the trees, and the dense shrubs above cast down gloomy ghost-like shadows of arching willows were like a picture etched on the lotus leaves.Uneven as was the moonlight over the pond, there was a harmony between light and shade, rhythmic as a well-known melody played on the violin.
Then I recall those lines in Ballad of Xizhou Island:
As they cut through the duckweed,
Moonlight over the Lotus Pond,
the past few days I was quite quiet evening sitting in the yard, enjoying the breeze, I suddenly remembered the lotus pond through the day, in the light of the full moon, with a total that look different. moon was rising , and the laughter of children in the wall on the road, has been deaf; wife patting leap in the house the children, drowsily humming a lullaby. I quietly slipped the gown, the door to go out.
translation ⑧ sentence in the "busy" with lively and vitality words, the former is intended to echo the above, which balance the rhythm of the sentence.
This is one of the modern Chinese literary masterpieces, reflecting the high language of arts. English translation of words and sentences focus on conveying the original form of the public and music from the basin body effect seeking the mood conveyed by the original.
in July 1927, Beijing Tsinghua Park
I also remember a sentence in the West Islet:
f moonlight and lotus fra-grance.
Deft boys and women, and boating heart Xu; Yi, Xu Hui, chief Chuan Yu cup; Qu will move the algae hanging about to move the ship-ping open. Gu Seoul its waist beam factors, persistent step; spring and summer, Ye tender flowers early, fear stick to skirts tucked in, and fear lest the boat and grabbing garment.
But the winecups the pass quickly;
Zhu Ziqing
Moonlight, over the the Lotus Pond,
If there were people plucking lotus seeds here tonight, they might eggs from the refrigerator find lotus plants exceeding them in the height; but the absence of the merest shadow of flowing water would spoil it.And that is what has set me thinking about Jiangnan.
All over this winding stretch of water, what meets the eye is a silken field of leaves, reaching rather high above the surface. like the skirts ef dancing girls in all their grace. Here and there, layers of leaves are dotted with white lotus blossoms, some in demure bloom, others in shy bud, like scattering pearls, or twinlking stars, our beauties just out of the bath . A breeze stirs, sending over breaths of fragrance, like faint singing drift-ing from a distant building. At this moment, a tiny thrill shoots through the leaves and flowers, like a streak of lightning, straight across thc forest of lotuses. The leaves, which have been standing shoulder to shoulder, are caught trembling in an e merald heave of the pond. Underneath, the exquisite water is covered from view. and none can tell its colour; yet the leaves on top project themselves all the more attractively
moonlight, like water, quietly diarrhea in the veil of leaves and flowers. thin blue mist floating pond. leaves and flowers, as if washed in milk; like Longzhe dream. Although the full moon shining through a film of clouds, not at its brightest; but I thought this was all to benefit - refreshing sleep is a must, naps have a charm. moonlight every other tree, according to over high at the dense shrubs, down the mottled shadows of the jagged, steep flute like devils; the shadows of the willows of the sparse, seemed painted on a lotus leaf. pond in the moonlight is not uniform; but light and shadow in a harmonious melody, such as the Vatican http Ling played upon the music.
So those charming somehow to be able to pick stuff up row their sampans, heart buoyant with tacit love, the pass to eath other cups oJ wine, the while their bird-shaped prows dtift around. From time to time their oars are caught in dangling algae, and duckweed float apart the moment their boats are about to move on. Their slender figures, girdled with plain silk, tread watchfully on board. This is the time when spring is growing into summer , the leaves a tender green and the flowers blooming, - among which the girls are giggling when evading an outreaching stem. their shirts tucked in for fear that the sampan might tilt.
All over the pond with its winding margin what meeta the eye was a field trim leaves. The leaves rise high out of the water, looking like the flared skirts of fair lasses dancing gracefully. Upon layers of leaves are dotted with white lotus flowers, some blooming gracefully while others budding bashfully. They are just like pearls shining bright, or stars twinkling high in an azure sky. They are also like fair ladies coming fresh out of a bath. When a breeze passes, it wafts breaths of fragrance, which are like faint singing drifting from a far-away building . Instantly, a slight tremble thrills through the leaves and flowers, like a streak of lightning, flashing across the whole field. And the leaves, which have been jostling and overlapping, are caught trambling in an emerald heave of the pond. Underneath the leaves is the rippling water on which is the hidden from the view and whose color can Not be seen.But the leaves project themselves all the more enchantingly, in 2011 06 14
Suddenly, something like lotus-gathering crosses my mind. It used to be celebrated as a folk festival in the South, probably
The moon sheds her liquid light silently over the leaves and flowers, which, in the floating transparency of a bluish haze from the pond, look as if they had just been bathed in milk, or like a dream wrapped in a gauzy hood. Although it is a full moon, shining through a film of clouds, the light is not at its brightest; it is, however, just right for mea profound sleep is indispensable, yet a snatched doze also has a savour of its own. The moonlight is streaming down through the foliage, casting bushy shadows on the ground from high above, dark and check ered, like an army of ghosts; whereas the bengin figures of the drooping willows, here and there, look like paintings on the Io tus leaves. The moonlight is not spread evenly over the pond, but rather in a harmonious rhythm of light and shade, like a fa mous melody played on a violin.
Moonlight cascaded like water over the lotus leaves and flowers, and a light blue mist floating up from the pool made them seem washed in milk or caught in a gauzy dream. Though the moon was full, a film of pale clouds in the sky would not allow its rays to shine through brightly; but I felt this was all to the goodthough refreshing sleep is indispensable, short naps have a charm all their own. As the moon shone from behind them, the dense trees on the hills threw checkered shadows, dark forms loomed like devils, and the sparse, graceful shadows of willows seemed painted on the lotus leaves. The moonlight on the pool was not uniform, but light and shadow made up a harmonious rhythm like a beautiful tune played on a violin local
lost].
Then the I was suddenly reminded of the lotus-seed plucking, which was an old custom in areas south of the the Changjiang River, The custom, as can be seen from clues in some poettar, could be dated far back in history but was tile most preva-lent during Ihe Six Dynasties Period. It was the young girls who went plucking lotus seeds in a boat with the singing of love songs. There were douhtlessly a huge number of them doing the plucking apart from those who were watching. That was a busy season, full of vitality as well as of romance. About that, a de scliption was brilliantly made in “Lotus-seed Plucking” written by Emperor Yuan of the Liang Dynasty: Charnming boys and fair maidens Row their boats in mutual understantings They veer their prows slowly, But pass the wine cups swiftly; When they pull the oars, They are easily caught in algae; When they row their boats, The duckweed apart floats; The maidens with slender waists Are girdled with plain silk And turn round watchfully and with grace.
A path paved with coal-dust zigzags along the lotus pond, so secluded as to be little frequented in the daytime, to say nothing of its loneliness at night. Around the pond grows a profusion of luxuriant trees.On one side of the path are some willows and other plants whose names are unknown to me.On moonless nig
Green, green as water all the lotus seeds I see .
I am on my own. strolling. hands behind my back. This bit of the universe seems in my possession now; and I myself seem to have been uplifted from my ordinary self into another world, I like a serene and peaceful life, as much as a busy and active one; I like being in solitude, as much as in company. As it is tonight, basking in a misty moonshine all by myself. I feel I am a free man, free to think of anything, or of nothing. All that one is obliged to do. or to say, in the daytime, can be very well cast a side now. That is the beauty of being alone. For the moment, just let me indulge in this profusion o
(2) the parallel structure of multiple use, this one of the stylistic characteristics of the original from the phrase original, we can see that this syntactic structure because of the repetition of a phrase or sentence, very effective strengthened the rhythm of the text. asked a similar effect of the use of parallel structure in English, trying to produce a corresponding appeal.
Lotus Pond
Alongside the Lotus Pond, runs a small cinder footpath. It is peaceful and secluded here, a place not frequented by pedestrians even in the daytime; now at night, it looks more solitary, in a lush, shady ambience of trees all around the pond. On the side where the path is, there are willows, interlaced with some oth ers whose names I do not know. The foliage, which, in a moon-less night, would loom somewhat frighteningly dark, looks very nice tonight, although the moonlight is not more than a thin, greyish veil.
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.
⑩ as “green”, translated as green, here translated as fresh from the original citation.
On the Uneven surface of the pond, All one could see was a mass of leaves, All interlaced and shooting a high above the water like the skirts of slim dancing girls.The leaves were dotted in between the layers with white flowers, some blooming gracefully; otherslas if bashfully, still in bud.They were like bright pearls and stars in an azuresky.Their subtle fragrance was wafted by the passing breeze, in whiffs airy as he notes of a song coming faintly from some distant tower.There was a tremor on leaf anf flower, which, with the suddenness of lightning, soon drifted to the far end of the pond.The leaves, softly hidden from view, water was a tremor on leaf and flower, which, with the suddenness of lightning, soon drifted to the far end of the pond.The leaves, softly hidden from view, water was rippling even its color was not discernible so that the leaves looked more enchanting.
pond, far and near, high and low trees, willows. these trees will be a Hawthorn heavily surrounded; only in the path side, and missed a few paragraphs gap such special Moonlight leave. example of a tree color shade, at first glance like a cloud of smoke; luxuriant willows, where the smoke discernible trees appear along the mountains. only some of the effect that nothing tree crevices missed one or two street lights, listless, sleepy eyes. this time the most popular, to the number of trees, cicadas and frogs in the pond; but lively them, I did not.
asked (Zhu pure deep translation)
that I have complete freedom. Also, all that I have to do or to say, in the the daytime, can be totally cast aside at the moment. This is the best feeling that I have when being alone. And I can now immerse myself. fully in this profusion of of
Picking Nantang autumn, the flowers fresh; stoop to pick lotus, lotus seeds as water tonight if it turned out, here Lotus also be considered over her head “; only seen the shadow of some of the water is not enough. I was feeling quite homesick for the south – so I thought, I looked up. I had reached my own door; gently push the door, and went very still, my wife fast asleep.
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