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翻译文本 - English英语 Giant elephants were crossing the rain forest. Trees fell one after another. Li Sheng felt the ground under his feet shaking violently like a beating drum. Dust jumped and scattered out like a fan. Behind him a thatched cottage was also trembling, the musty straw on its eave shooting to the ground like arrows. Li Sheng faced the giant elephants, mouth wide open and eyes glazed. His body leaned backward, and his hands groped back and forth for something to hold on to but failed. Stupefied by the sight, he didn’t think about escape. The elephants were huge. The lush rain forest only reached their knees like untrimmed clumps of bushes. The elephants’ eyes were calm. They came down from the mountain. Trees over one hundred years old shook brutally and fell in a flash. Their roots, as big as a cottage, were pulled out from the earth. Hundreds of kinds of birds flew off in panic and hovered around the elephants’ sides. In the twilight, the birds’ colorful feathers glistened in the damp air. Their cries were drowned out by the steps of the elephants’ steps, heavy as stones. The feathers of those who failed to leave the trees in time were cast off by the vibration of the falling trees, and they floated in the air like a colorful mist.
Li Sheng tried to speak, but could not even make a sound. The elephants were approaching. Now he could hear their roars and see their deep, round eyes and the rough, thick skin on which big drops of green dew were hung. On the neck of the leading elephant was a tiny red parcel that was as bright as a corn poppy blooming between rocks. As they got closer with their breath spraying on his face like a whirlwind, he found it not a parcel but a woman draped in a red raincoat. He couldn’t see her face clearly. He only knew her to be a woman by her slim figure and her hair cast onto her shoulder.
It was now too late to escape. The elephants sped up their pace and smashed into the decaying thatched cottage. The straw on the cottage scattered everywhere like startled birds. The rafters and crossbeams squeaked. As Li Sheng watched the elephants’ feet falling down toward him as if a dark night were coming, his tight throat finally gave out an extremely short “Ah– .”
English英语译成Chinese汉语: THE EPHEMERA: AN EMBLEM OF HUMAN LIFE General field: 艺术/文学
原文文本 - English英语 You may remember, my dear friend, that when we lately spent that happy day in the delightful garden and sweet society of the Moulin Joly, I stopped a little in one of our walks, and stayed some time behind the company.
We had been shown numberless skeletons of a kind of little fly, called an ephemera, whose successive generations, we were told, were bred and expired within the day. I happened to see a living company of them on a leaf, who appeared to be engaged in conversation. You know I understand all the inferior animal tongues. My too great application to the study of them is the best excuse I can give for the little progress I have made in your charming language. I listened through curiosity to the discourse of these little creatures; but as they, in their national vivacity, spoke three or four together, I could make but little of their conversation. I found, however, by some broken expressions that I heard now and then, they were disputing warmly on the merit of two foreign musicians, one a cousin, the other a moscheto; in which dispute they spent their time, seemingly as regardless of the shortness of life as if they had been sure of living a month. Happy people! thought I; you are certainly under a wise, just, and mild government, since you have no public grievances to complain of, nor any subject of contention but the perfections and imperfections of foreign music. I turned my head from them to an old gray-headed one, who was single on another leaf, and talking to himself. Being amused with his soliloquy, I put it down in writing, in hopes it will likewise amuse her to whom I am so much indebted for the most pleasing of all amusements, her delicious company and heavenly harmony.
"It was," said he, "the opinion of learned philosophers of our race, who lived and flourished long before my time, that this vast world, the Moulin Joly, could not itself subsist more than eighteen hours; and I think there was some foundation for that opinion, since, by the apparent motion of the great luminary that gives life to all nature, and which in my time has evidently declined considerably towards the ocean at the end of our earth, it must then finish its course, be extinguished in the waters that surround us, and leave the world in cold and darkness, necessarily producing universal death and destruction. I have lived seven of those hours, a great age, being no less than four hundred and twenty minutes of time. How very few of us continue so long! I have seen generations born, flourish, and expire. My present friends are the children and grandchildren of the friends of my youth, who are now, alas, no more! And I must soon follow them; for, by the course of nature, though still in health, I cannot expect to live above seven or eight minutes longer. What now avails all my toil and labor in amassing honey-dew on this leaf, which I cannot live to enjoy! What the political struggles I have been engaged in for the good of my compatriot inhabitants of this bush, or my philosophical studies for the benefit of our race in general! for in politics what can laws do without morals? Our present race of ephemeræ will in a course of minutes become corrupt, like those of other and older bushes, and consequently as wretched. And in philosophy how small our progress! Alas! Art is long, and life is short! My friends would comfort me with the idea of a name they say I shall leave behind me; and they tell me I have lived long enough to nature and to glory. But what will fame be to an ephemera who no longer exists? And what will become of all history in the eighteenth hour, when the world itself, even the whole Moulin Joly, shall come to its end and be buried in universal ruin?"
To me, after all my eager pursuits, no solid pleasures now remain, but the reflection of a long life spent in meaning well, the sensible conversation of a few good lady ephemeræ, and now and then a kind smile and a tune from the ever amiable Brillante.
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I have over 8 years' experience in translation. Currently, I'm a freelance translator specializing in the fields of academic translation, particularly in humanities & social sciences, game translation, and marketing translation.
关键词： Chinese-English, MA in translation studies, art, literature, culture, TV, drama, film, journalism, tourism. See more.Chinese-English, MA in translation studies, art, literature, culture, TV, drama, film, journalism, tourism, travel. See less.
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