简短的散文用英语形式来翻译

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春的消息

冰心

坐在书桌旁往外看，我的窗外周围只是一座一座的长长方方的宿舍楼，楼与楼之间没有一棵树木!窗前一大片的空地上，历年来堆放着许多长长的、生了锈的钢筋——这是为建筑附近几座新宿舍楼用的——真是一片荒凉沉寂。外边看不到什么颜色，我只好在屋子里“创造”些颜色。我在堂屋里挂上绿色的窗帘，铺上绿色的桌布，窗台上摆些朋友送的一品红、仙客来，和孩子们自己种的吊兰。在墙上挂的`总理油画前，供上一瓶玫瑰花、菊花、石竹花或十姊妹。那是北方玫瑰花公司应我之请，按着时节，每星期送来的。我的书桌旁边的窗台上摆着一盆朋友送的还没有开过花的君子兰。有时也放上一瓶玫瑰。这一丝丝的绿意，或是说春意吧，都是“慰情聊胜无”的。

我想起我窗前的那片空地，从前堆放钢筋的地方，每到春来，从钢筋的空隙中总会长出十分翠绿的草。夏雨来时，它便怒长起来，蔓延到钢条周围。那勃勃的生机，是钢铁也压不住的。如今，这些钢条都搬走了，又听说我们楼前这一块空地将要种上花草。春寒料峭之中，我的期望也和春寒一样地冷漠。

前几天，窗外一阵阵的喧哗笑语，惊动了我。往外看时，原来是好几十个男女学生，正在整理这片空地呢!女学生穿的羽绒衣、毛衣，红红绿绿的;男学生有的穿绿军装，有的穿深色的衣服。他们拿着种种工具，锄土的锄土，铲土的铲土，安放矮栏的就在场地边上安插下小铁栏杆。看来我们楼前这一大片土地，将会被这群青年人整治成一座绿草成茵，繁花似锦的公园……

窗外是微阴的天，这群年轻人仍在忙忙地劳动着。今天暖气停了，我脱下毛衣换上棉袄，但我的心里却是暖烘烘的，因为我得到了春的消息!

Signs of Spring

Bing Xin

Looking out of the window from where I sat at my desk, all I could see were rows and rows of tall apartment buildings, with not a blade of green between them. As to the empty lot beneath my window, for years it had been the dumping site of rusting iron bars left over from the construction of apartment buildings nearby. A desolate sight. The outside being devoid of color, I had no choice but to create some color indoors. I hung up green curtains in the living room, and covered the table with green table cloths. On the windowsill I put out the poinsettias that friends had given me and the bracketplant that my children had cultivated. In front of the oil painting of premier Zhou Enlai hanging on the wall, there was always a vase with roses, or chrysanthemums, or carnations. They were from the North Rose shop, which had contracted to supply me with flowers of the season every week. On the windowsill near my desk was a friend’s gift of a pot of orchids that had not yet flowered, or sometimes there would be a vase of roses. All those signs of green, or rather signs of spring, were makeshift compensations for the lack of green in general.

I thought of the empty lot beneath my building, the dumping site of rusting iron bars. I remember that with the coming of spring, blades of jade green grass would sprout between the iron bars. When the rains come, they would grow at a furious pace and overwhelm the rusting iron bars. Even iron could not keep down the force of bubbling life itself. By now the iron bars have been removed, and it is said that the empty lot will be planted with flowers. But in the chill of early spring, my expectations were just as dull and listless.

A few days ago, however, I was disturbed by sounds of laughter wafted through the window. I looked out of the window, and what do I see but groups of young men and women; they were students clearing out the empty lot! The girls were in colorful woolen sweaters and downcoat, the boys in khaki or dark colored clothes. Tools in hand, they were digging and shoveling while others raised an iron fence on the outskirts of the lot. Hopefully, the empty plot in front of our building will be turned into a beautiful garden of green shades and multi-colored flowers, all through the handiwork of these young people…

The sky outside is overcast, but the groups of young people are still busy at their work. The heating in the apartment has been turned off today, and I had to replace my sweater with a cotton-padded jacket. But my heart is suffused with warmth because I have seen the signs of spring.

1987 at the “Higher Intellectuals” Building of the Institute of National Minorities!

老照片

水月

看着一堆老照片，心里掠过一丝丝歉意。

一向没有整理照片的习惯，却有喜欢盲目拍照的毛病。从小到大，聚沙成塔，所以家里放着不少照片。可惜的是，孩提时代的“古董”黑白相片甚少，婴儿时仅存的一张秃头美照也已不知去向。

照片里一张张熟悉的面孔，虽然都同在这个小小的世界里生活着，只是地与地、心与心的距离，或远或近。时光流逝，总会有此情不再的遗憾，当时的欢乐，也只能在照片里寻回一点一滴。

在不同的时空里，跟不同的人合照，有些情还在，有些却不。所以对一些老照片的感情不无矛盾。它们跟其他照片一起藏在家里，但不会比一只杯子受宠，因为杯子能天天亲近主人。可这一张张泛黄的照片，却也是最难舍的家当，让人不忍丢弃。家可以搬，东西可以丢，但谁又曾忍心把照片里的自己抛弃!

对于这些刹那回忆，我又能怎样呢!照片里摄住的是躯壳，是影像，它没能摄住人的情， 又无法留住什么人、什么事。

至于情还在的旧照片，比如家人的、儿时玩伴的、同窗姐妹的、好朋友的等等，当然，也会像这些人与我的情谊一样共存，不只是在照片里，还在心坎中、生活里。

如今，学懂了不让自己随便地挤进照片里，我和你照个相儿，只因此情可再。

Old Photos

Shui Yue

Looking at a pile of old photos, I couldn’t help feeling rather regretful.

I’ve never got into the habit of sorting out photos. However, it’s almost a habit of mine, a bad habit at that, to have photos taken thoughtlessly. Thus, like the saying “many a little makes a mickle”, photos have been piling up in my childhood to womanhood. In spite of that, those black-and-white pictures taken in my early years are scarcely kept, except a few survivals regarded as antiques. A bald baby picture of me that I treasured, the only one left, is now missing.

Familiar faces flash one by one before my eyes. Though the world is so small and we all live in it, yet we are alienated by physical and psychological distances, some smaller, some larger. With the passage of time, one cannot, regretfully, relive it with the same feeling as one had in the picture. What one can retrieve from the old photos is but a fraction of the past joy.

One takes pictures with different persons in different time and places. They fill one with nostalgia in various degrees – some more, some less, and others none. That’s why one has conflict feelings towards the old photos. Still kept with the current ones, they are even less favored than a daily-used cup, which is always close to the owner. These photos, yellowish with time, are your valuables after all, something you cannot bear to part with. You can move house, leaving behind what you don’t want, but how can you abandon yourself that is part of each photo?

How these fragments of thought influence me! Photos retain our images rather than our sentiment, which may not remain. The image is always there, but not its owner, whom the photo cannot keep, neither can it the event.

Of course, there are some of the photos still retaining my affection, such as those taken with my family members, with favorite playmates, fellow girl-students, and best friends, not only in pictures but also in my life and heart.

Now, since I have learned all this, I’ll not allow myself to be included offhand in a photo taken with others. I’ll make sure that the friendship can last before I take a photo with somebody.

理查德·布雷克默

次日凌晨，十月的太阳还没有升起，我已动身出行，越原野、穿树林。在十月冷暖交替的时节，日出景象十分壮观。旭日洒下晨辉，俯视着大地，太阳从灰蒙蒙的山峦和蜿蜒起伏的高地的边缘缓缓抬起肩膀。在阳光的注视下，蒙蒙雾气缓缓下沉，渐渐落入空谷洼地，随后化成条条丝缕悄然溜走，拖着裙摆在草地上方隐蔽的岩石角落里萦绕盘旋、经久不散，而群山那优美的曲线若隐若现，相继露出真容。

森林层层叠叠，宛如披在睡梦方醒的群山身上的绸缎，庄重威严，同时不禁唤起人们对暴风雨的联想。秋天那柔美的手掌抚摸着山林，山林被秋色尽染，呈现出金黄、赤红和橄榄绿等不同的色彩。树林对太阳的欢喜不亚于父亲对于新郎的喜悦。

然而，突然令人愉悦的阳光越过山岭和峡谷，一时间，树林便脱去了缥缈外纱，所有的景致都被披上了斑斓色彩：蓝色、紫色、琥珀色，还有一抹鲜红的玫瑰色，这一切仿佛帷幕顿开。然而，所有的一切又像是插上了希望的翅膀，在奋力飞翔，并郑重宣告：“上帝驾到!”于是，生命和喜悦从蜷伏的山谷中迸发。所有的蓓蕾、花朵和禽鸟都感受到生命和喜悦，并为之欢欣。上帝闪烁的目光渐渐幻化为温柔的仁慈。

如此，那永恒的黎明也许不久会出现在我们的面前，那时峭壁和峡谷，还有丘陵和山谷，以及永恒而浩瀚的大海也将不复存在。那时，荣誉不能吓走幸福，幸福也不再嫉妒荣誉。但是，世间万物都将出现，并在上帝的光辉中闪耀，因为它们自己也得到升华。

An October Sunrise

Richard Blackmore

I was up the next morning before the October sunrise, and away through the wild and the woodland. The rising of the sun was noble in the cold and warmth of it; peeping down the spread of light, he raised his shoulder heavily over the edge of gray mountains and wavering length of upland. Beneath his gaze the dew-fogs dipped and crept to the hollow places, then stole away in line and column, holding skirts and clinging subtly at the sheltering corners where rock hung over grassland, while the brave lines of the hills came forth, one beyond another gliding.

The woods arose in folds; like drapery of awakened mountains, stately with a depth of awe, and memory of tempests. Autumn’s mellow hand was upon them, as they owned already, touched with gold and red and olive, and their joy towards the sun was less to a bridegroom than a father.

Yet before the floating impress of the woods could clear itself, suddenly the gladsome light leaped over hill and valley, casting amber, blue, and purple, and a tint of rich red rose, according to the scene they lit on, and the curtain flung around; yet all alike dispelling fear and the cloven hoof of darkness, all on the wings of hope advancing, and proclaiming, “God is here!” Then life and joy sprang reassured from every crouching hollow; every flower and bud and bird had a fluttering sense of them, and all the flashing of God’s gaze merged into soft beneficence.

So, perhaps, shall break upon us that eternal morning, when crag and chasm shall be no more, neither hill and valley, nor great unvintaged ocean; when glory shall not scare happiness, neither happiness envy glory; but all things shall arise, and shine in the light of the Father’s countenance, because itself is risen.