朱自清《匆匆》英文版
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篇1：朱自清《匆匆》英文版
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 been stolen by someone, who could it be? Where could he hide then? 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 has 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, 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 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
篇2：朱自清《匆匆》英文版
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 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?
篇3：朱自清：匆匆
朱自清：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？
1922年3月28日
诗人把空灵的时间，抽象的观念，通过现象来表示，而随着诗人情绪的线索，去选择、捕捉那鲜明的形象。诗人的情绪随着时间从无形到有形，从隐现到明晰的一组不断变化的画面而呈现出起伏的浪花。典型的短小精悍，个人觉得确实写得很好，这么短的文章把这个话题剖析得很深刻，和大家分享一下！
篇4：匆匆朱自清
匆匆朱自清
作品原文：
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——如今又到了哪里呢?
我不知道他们给了我多少日子，但我的手确乎(1)是渐渐空虚(2)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(3)而泪潸潸(4)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(5)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(6)罢了(7)，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(8)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?
词语注释：
⑴确乎：的确。
⑵空虚：里面没有什么实在的东西，不充实。
⑶涔涔(cén cén)：形容汗、泪等不断往下流的样子。
⑷潸潸(shān shān)：形容流泪不止的样子。
⑸伶伶俐俐：聪明灵活。指十分聪明。
⑹徘徊：在一个地方来回走动。
⑺罢了：而已。
⑻游丝：蜘蛛所吐的丝，飘荡于空中，故称游丝。
篇5：朱自清 匆匆
朱自清 匆匆
《匆匆》是现代著名作家朱自清写的一篇脍炙人口的散文。文章紧扣“匆匆”二字，细腻地刻画了时间流逝的踪迹，表达了作者对时光流逝的无奈和惋惜。文章围绕 “匆匆”展开叙述，先写日子一去不复返的特点;再写自己八千多个日子来去匆匆和稍纵即逝，作者思绪万千，由景及人，叹息不已。最后，作者发出内心的感叹。文章的特点：一是结构精巧，层次清楚，转承自然，首尾呼应;二是文字清秀隽永，纯朴简练;三是情景交融，无论是写燕子、杨柳、桃花，还是写太阳，都与“我们的日子为什么一去不复返呢”的感叹融为一体，处处流露出作者对时光流逝感到无奈和惋惜。
原文
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——如今又到了哪里呢?
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。我觉察它去得匆匆了，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8000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?
作品赏析
朱自清的'散文《匆匆》写于一九二二年三月二十八日。当时是“五四”落潮期，现实不断给作者以失望。但是诗人在彷徨中并不甘心沉沦，他站在他的“中和主义”立场上执着地追求着。他认为：“生活中的各种过程都有它独立的意义和价值——每一刹那有每一刹那的意义与价值!每一刹那在持续的时间里，有它相当的位置。” (朱自清《给俞平伯的信》二二年十一月七日)因此，他要“一步一步踏在泥土上，打下深深的脚印”(朱自清《毁灭》)以求得“段落的满足”。全诗在淡淡的哀愁中透出诗人心灵不平的低诉，这也反映了“五四”落潮期知识青年的普遍情绪。
诗人随着情绪的飞动，缘情造境，把空灵的时间形象化，又加之一连串抒情的疑问句，自然而然流露出他心灵的自我斗争，自我剖白的痛苦，也可看出他徘徊中的执着追求。在朴素平淡中透出浓烈的抒情气氛。
诗歌具有音乐美的素质。格律诗靠格律和韵来体现它的音乐性，自由诗也用分行和韵来保持它的节奏感。散文诗抛弃了这一切外在的形式，它的音乐美，从诗人的内在的情绪的涨落和语言的节奏的有机统一中自然地流露出来。亨特认为：“虽是散文，有时也显出节奏之充分存在，因而它岔出了它的名义上的类型，而取得了‘散文诗’的名义，就是在诗的领域里的一种半节奏的作品”。(《美学概论》傅东华译)《匆匆》就是这样的“半节奏的作品”。
全文表现了作者对于时间流逝的无奈、焦急、惋惜。
篇6：朱自清匆匆
朱自清匆匆
《匆匆》表达了作者对虚度时光感到无奈和惋惜,揭示了旧时代的年轻人已有所觉醒,但又为前途不明而感到彷徨的复杂心情!
匆匆
作者: 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?
鉴赏
《匆匆》是现代著名作家朱自清的一篇股炙人口的散文.文章紧紧围绕着“匆匆”二字,细腻地刻画了时间流逝的踪迹,表达了作者对虚度时光感到无奈和惋惜,揭示了旧时代的年轻人已有所觉醒,但又为前途不明而感到彷徨的复杂心情.文章第一段用对比的手法写出了日子一去不复返的特点.燕子有再来的'时候,杨柳有再青的时候,桃花有再开的时候,唯有时光不再,去了,就一去无回.“我们的日子为什么一去不复返呢”一句,看似在问,实际上表达了作者对时光逝去而无法留它的无奈和对已逝日子的深深的留恋.第二段,写作者自己的八千多个日子无声无息地消失了,表达了作者的无限感慨.第三段是文章的重点,作者以他细腻而独特的笔触,具体写出了日子是怎样的去来匆匆和稍纵即逝.最后作者写出了自己对人生的思索,他反躬自问：“在逃去如飞的日子里,在干门万户的世界里的我能做些什么呢?”
思索的结果是明确的,他不甘心虚度此生：“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?” 结尾一句,照应了开头,突出了作者关于时光匆匆的感慨,引人深思.作者在文中的多处地方,运用各种修辞手法.例如,燕子“再来”,杨柳“再青”,桃花“再开”,“日子从水盆里过去”,“从饭碗里过去”这些句子用了排比手法;时间能“跨”能“飞”,这是用了拟人手法.说过去的日子“如轻烟”“如薄雾”,这是用了比喻手法.文中还巧妙地运用大量的叠词,如“匆匆”“默默”“斜斜”“白白”“茫茫然”“赤裸裸”“轻轻悄悄”“伶伶俐俐”.而且大多数句子都是一些短句,简朴、轻灵,读起来令人感到格外的轻巧,婉转,越读越爱读.因此,在教学中要特别注意引导学生在读中体味语言的美,在读中品味字里行间流露的感情,在读中学习语言的表达方式,积累语言.
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篇7：朱自清匆匆
朱自清 匆匆
《匆匆》的问句问而不答，而答意隐含之中，这既可启迪读者想象，引起深思，显出它 的含蓄美，又合作者情绪的飞快流动，显出诗情跳荡的节奏美来。下面是朱自清匆匆，希望对你有用。
原文
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——如今又到了哪里呢?
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。我觉察它去得匆匆了，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8000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?
作品赏析
朱自清的散文《匆匆》写于一九二二年三月二十八日。当时是“五四”落潮期，现实不断给作者以失望。但是诗人在彷徨中并不甘心沉沦，他站在他的“中和主义”立场上执着地追求着。他认为：“生活中的各种过程都有它独立的意义和价值——每一刹那有每一刹那的意义与价值!每一刹那在持续的时间里，有它相当的位置。” (朱自清《给俞平伯的信》二二年十一月七日)因此，他要“一步一步踏在泥土上，打下深深的脚印”(朱自清《毁灭》)以求得“段落的满足”。全诗在淡淡的哀愁中透出诗人心灵不平的低诉，这也反映了“五四”落潮期知识青年的普遍情绪。
诗人随着情绪的飞动，缘情造境，把空灵的时间形象化，又加之一连串抒情的疑问句，自然而然流露出他心灵的自我斗争，自我剖白的痛苦，也可看出他徘徊中的执着追求。在朴素平淡中透出浓烈的抒情气氛。
诗歌具有音乐美的素质。格律诗靠格律和韵来体现它的音乐性，自由诗也用分行和韵来保持它的节奏感。散文诗抛弃了这一切外在的形式，它的.音乐美，从诗人的内在的情绪的涨落和语言的节奏的有机统一中自然地流露出来。亨特认为：“虽是散文，有时也显出节奏之充分存在，因而它岔出了它的名义上的类型，而取得了‘散文诗’的名义，就是在诗的领域里的一种半节奏的作品”。(《美学概论》傅东华译)《匆匆》就是这样的“半节奏的作品”。
全文表现了作者对于时间流逝的无奈、焦急、惋惜。
拓展内容
朱自清个人简介
朱自清（1898.11.22-----1948.8.12），原名自华、号秋实，改名自清，字佩弦，生于江苏东海，长大于江苏扬州，故自称“我是扬州人”；现代著名散文家、诗人、学者、民主战士。其散文朴素缜密、清隽沉郁、语言冼炼、文笔清丽、极富有真情实感。朱自清以独特的美文艺术风格，为中国现代散文增添了瑰丽的色彩，为建立中国现代散文全新的审美特征创造了具有中国特色的散文体制和风格；主要散文集有《匆匆》《春》《欧游杂记》《你我》《绿》《背影》《荷塘月色》等，着有诗集《雪朝》（与人合着），诗文集《踪迹》，文艺论着《诗言志辨》，《论雅俗共赏》等。《春》以被选入新编初中语文教材中。
名字寓意：
朱自清原名朱自华，号秋实，取“春华秋实”之意。朱自清之名是他19报考北京大学时改用的，典出《楚辞·卜居》“宁廉洁正直以自清乎”——这是屈原被流放时请太子卜为自己占卦时说的话，意思是廉洁正直使自己保持清白。朱自清选“自清”作为自己的名字，其意是勉励自己在困境中不丧志，不同流合污，保持清白。他同时还取字“佩弦”。“佩弦”出自《韩非子·观行》“董安于之性缓，故佩弦以自急”，意为弓弦常紧张，性缓者佩弦以自警。
篇8：背影朱自清英文版
背影朱自清英文版
It is more than two years since I saw my father last time, and what I can never forget is the sight of his back. In the winter of more than two years ago, Grandma died and father lost his job. Misfortunes never come singly. I left Beijing for xvzhou to join father in hastening home to attend grandma's funeral. When I met father in Xvzhou, the sight of the disorderly mess in his courtyard and the thought of grandma started tears trickling down my cheeks. Father said, “that things have come to such a pass, now not be too sad .Fortunately, Heaven always leaves one a way out.“
After arriving home in Yang Zhou, father sold out all the fortunate in order to pay off the debts. He also borrowed money to meet the funeral expenses. Between grandma's funeral and father's unemployment, our family was then in reduced circumstances. After the funeral was over, father was to go to Nanjing to look for a job and I was to return to Beijing to study, so we started out together.
I spent the first day in Nanjing strolling about with some friends at their invitation, and was ferrying across the Yangtze River to Pukou the same day. Father said he was too busy to go and see me off at the railway station, but would ask a hotel waiter that he knew to accompany me there instead. He urged the waiter again and again to take good care of me, but still did not quite trust him. He hesitated for quite a while about what to do. As a matter of fact, nothing would matter at all because I was then times. After some wavering, he finally decided that he himself would accompany me to the station. I repeatedly tried to talk him out of it, but he only said,” never mind! It won't be comfortable for them to go there!”
We entered the railway station after crossing the River. While I was at the booking office buying a ticket, father saw to my luggage. There was quite a bit of luggage and he had to bargain with the porter over the fee. I was then such a smart-aleck that I frowned upon the way father was haggling and on the verge of chipping in a few words when the bargain was finally clinched. Getting on the train with me, he picked me a seat close to the carriage door. I put on the brownish fur-lined overcoat he had tailor-made for me. He told me to be watchful on the way and be careful not to catch cold at night. He also asked the train attendants to take good care of me. I sniggered at father for being so impractical; for it was utterly useless to entrust me to those attendants, who cared for nothing but money. Besides, it was certainly no problem for a person of my age to look after himself. Oh, when I come to think of it, I can see how smarty I was in those days!
I said,“dad, you might leave now.” But he looked out of the window and said,” I’m going to buy you some tangerines. You just stay here. Don't move around.” I caught sight of several vendors waiting for customers outside the railings beyond a platform. But to reach that platform would require crossing the railway track and doing some climbing up and down. That would be a strenuous job for father, who was fat. I wanted to do all that myself, but he stopped me, so I could do nothing but let him go. I watched him hobble towards the railway track in his black skullcap, black cloth mandarin jacket and dark blue cotton-padded cloth ling gown. He had little trouble climbing down the railway track, but it was a lot more difficult for him to climb up that platform after crossing the railway track. His hands held onto the upper part of the platform, his legs huddled up and his corpulent body tipped slightly towards the left, obviously making an enormous exertion. While I was watching him from behind, tears gushed from my eyes. I quickly wiped them away lest he or others should catch me crying. The next moment when I looked out of the window again, father was already on the way back, holding bright red tangerines in both hands. In crossing the railway track, he first put the tangerines on the ground, climbed down slowly and then picked them up again. When he came near the train, I hurried out to help him by the hand. After boarding the train with me, he laid all the tangerines on my overcoat, and patting the dirt off his clothes, he looked somewhat relieved and said after a while,” I must be going now. Don’t forget to write me from Beijing!” I gazed after his back retreating out of the carriage. After a few steps, he looked back at me and said, ”Go back to your seat. Don’t leave your things alone.“ I, however, did not go back to my seat until his figure was lost among crowds of people hurrying to and fro and no longer visible. My eyes were again wet with tears.
In recent years, I have been living an unsettled life, so did my father, and the circumstances of our family going from bad to worse. Father left home to make a life when young and did achieve quite a few things all on his own. To think that he should now be so downcast in old age ~the discouraging state of affairs filled him with an uncontrollable feeling of deep sorrow, and his pent-up emotion had to find a vent. That is why even more domestic trivialities would often make him angry, and meanwhile he became less and less nice with me. However, the separation of the last two years has made him more forgiving towards me. He keeps thinking about me and my son. After I arrived in Beijing, he wrote me a letter, in which he says, “I’m all right except for a severe pain in my arm. I even have trouble using chopsticks or writing brushes. Perhaps it won't be long now before I depart this life.” Through the glistening tears which these words had brought to my eyes I again saw the back of father's corpulent form in the dark blue cotton-padded cloth long gown and the black cloth mandarin jacket. Oh, I'm not sure when I could see him again!
篇9：英文版朱自清《背影》
It is more than two years since I last saw father, and what I can never forget is the sight of his back. Misfortunes never come singly. In the winter of more than two years ago, grandma died and father lost his job. I left Beijing for Xuzhou to join father in hastening home to attend grandma’s funeral. When I met father in Xuzhou, the sight of the disorderly mess in his courtyard and the though of grandma started tears trickling down my cheeks.
Father said, “Now that things’ve come to such a pass, it’s no use crying. Fortunately, Heaven always leaves one a way out.”
After arriving home in Yangzhou, father paid off debts by selling or pawning things. He also borrowed money to meet the funeral expenses. Between grandma’s funeral and father’s unemployment, our family was then in reduced circumstances. After the funeral was over, father was to go to Nanjing to look for a job and I was to return to Beijing to study, so we started out together.
I spent the first day in Nanjing strolling about with some friends at their invitation, and was ferrying across the Yangtse River to Pukou the next morning and thence taking a train for Beijing on the afternoon of the same day. Father said he was too busy to go and see me off at the railway station, but would ask a hotel waiter that he knew to accompany me there instead. He urged the waiter again and again to take good care of me, but still did not quite trust him. He hesitated for quite a while about what to do. As a matter of fact, nothing would matter at all because I was then twenty and had already travelled on Beijing-Pukou Railway a couple of times. After some wavering, he finally decided that he himself would accompany me to the station. I repeatedly tried to talk him out of it, but he only said, “Never mind! It won’t do to trust guys like those hotel boys!”
We entered the railway station after crossing the River. While I was at the booking office buying a ticket, father saw to my luggage. There was quite a bit of luggage and he had to bargain with the porter over the fee. I was then such a smart aleck that I frowned upon the way father was haggling and was on the verge of chipping in a few words when the bargain was finally clinched. Getting on the train with me, he picked me a seat close to the carriage door. I spread on the seat the brownish fur-lined overcoat he had got tailor made for me. He told me to be watchful on the way and be careful not to catch cold at night. He also asked the train attendants to take good care of me. I sniggered at father for being so impractical, for it was utterly useless to entrust me to those attendants, who cared for nothing but money. Besides, it was certainly no problem for a person of my age to look after himself. Oh, when I come to think of it, I can see how smarty I was in those days!
I said, “Dad, you might leave now.” But he looked out of window and said, “I’m going to buy you some tangerines. You just stay here. Don’t move around.” I caught sight of several vendors waiting for customers outside the railings beyond a platform. But to reach that platform would require crossing the railway track and doing some climbing up and down. That would be a strenuous job for father, who was fat. I wanted to do all that myself, but he stopped me, so I could do nothing but let him go. I watched him hobble towards the railway track in his black skullcap, black cloth mandarin jacket and dark blue cotton-padded cloth long gown. He had little trouble climbing down the railway track, but it was a lot more difficult for him to climb up that platform after crossing the railway track. His hands held onto the upper part of the platform, his legs huddled up and his corpulent body tipped slightly towards the left, obviously making an enormous exertion. While I was watching him from behind, tears gushed from my eyes. I quickly wiped them away lest he or others should catch me crying. The next moment when I looked out of the window again, father was already on the way back, holding bright red tangerines in both hands.
In crossing the railway track, he first put the tangerines on the ground, climbed down slowly and then picked them up again. When he came near the train, I hurried out to help him by the hand. After boarding the train with me, he laid all the tangerines on my overcoat, and patting the dirt off his clothes, he looked somewhat relieved and said after a while, “I must be going now. Don’t forget to write me from Beijing!” I gazed after his back retreating out of the carriage. After a few steps, he looked back at me and said, “Go back to your seat. Don’t leave your things alone.” I, however, did not go back to my seat until his figure was lost among crowds of people hurrying to and fro and no longer visible. My eyes were again wet with tears.
In recent years, both father and I have been living an unsettled life, and the circumstances of our family going from bad to worse. Father left home to seek a livelihood when young and did achieve quite a few things all on his own. To think that he should now be so downcast in old age! The discouraging state of affairs filled him with an uncontrollable feeling of deep sorrow, and his pent-up emotion had to find a vent. That is why even mere domestic trivialities would often make him angry, and meanwhile he became less and less nice with me. However, the separation of the last two years has made him more forgiving towards me. He keeps thinking about me and my son. After I arrived in Beijing, he wrote me a letter, in which he says. “I’m all right except for a severe pain in my arm. I even have trouble using chopsticks or writing brushes. Perhaps it won’t be long now before I depart this life.” Through the glistening tears which these words had brought to my eyes I again saw the back of father’s corpulent form in the dark blue cotton-padded cloth long gown and the black cloth mandarin jacket. Oh, how I long to see him again.
