翻译-鲁迅先生记

英语（翻译）121班龚云5102612020鲁迅先生家里的花瓶，好像画上所见的西洋女子用以取水的瓶子，灰蓝色，有点从瓷釉而自然堆起的纹痕，瓶的两边，还有两个瓶耳，瓶里种的是几棵万年青。ThevaseatMr.LuXun’shomelookslikethebottleusedforcontainingwaterbyawesternladyinanordinarypainting.Thatispaleblueandthesurfaceofporcelainglazecanbeseenripplespiledupnaturally,withapairofhandlesonbothsidesofthebottle.Thereweresomeevergreenplantedinsidethevase.我第一次看到这花的时候，我就问过：“这叫什么名字，屋中既不生火炉，也不冻死？”Iwascuriousovertheplant’snamewhenIfirstsawitandasked，“Whatkindofplantisit?Howcomecoulditnotdieoftheseverecoldwithoutputtingupafireinthestoveindoors?”每一次，走进鲁迅家里去，那是快近黄昏的时节，而且是个冬天，所以那楼下室稍微有一点暗，同时鲁迅先生的纸烟，当它离开嘴边而停在桌角的地方，那烟纹的卷痕一直升腾到他有一些白丝的发梢那么高。而且再升腾就看不见了。EverytimewhenIwenttoMr.LuXun’shouse,itwasalmostatsunsetandinthewinter,therefore,thedownstairsroomwasabitdusky.Mr.LuXunwassmoking.Whenthecigarettewastakenawayfromhislipsandleftatonecornerofhisdesk,smallpuffsroseashighasthetopofhisgrayishhairanddisappearedwhenrisingfurtherhigher.“这花，叫‘万年青’，永久这样！”他在花瓶旁边的烟灰盒中，抖掉了纸烟上的灰烬，那红的烟火，就越红了，好像一朵小花似的，和他的袖口相距离着。“Theplantisevergreenthatmeanseverlastinglygreen.”Heflickedthecigaretteashawayintheashtraybesidesthevase,thelightingendofthecigarettebecamemoreablaze,asifitwasafloret,remainingacertaindistancewithhiscuff.“这花不怕冻？”以后，我又问过，记不得是在什么时候了。“Canittrulyresistfromthefreezingweather?”Later,IaskedthesamequestionagainbutIdidn’trememberexactlywhen.许先生说：“不怕的，最耐久！”而且她还拿着瓶口给我摇着。“Yes,itcannotonlylivethroughthecoldestwinterbutalsolastlongerthananyotherplants.”Mrs.Xuanswered,swayingthebottlenecktoillustrate.我还看到了那花瓶的底边是一些圆石子，以后，因为熟识了的缘故，我就自己动手看过一两次，又加上这花瓶是常常摆在客厅的黑色长桌上，又加上自己是来自寒带的北方，对于这在四季里都不凋零的植物，总带着一点惊奇。Ialsonoticedthattherewereseveralroundpebblesliedinthebottomofthevase.Then,sincewebecamemoreintimate,Itoucheditonceortwicetoobserveclosely,inadditionthatitwasalwaysseatedonalongblacktableandthatIcamefromthefrigidnorthernpartpfChina,theplantthatwouldn’twitherinallfourseasonswasagreatinteresttome.英语（翻译）121班龚云5102612020而现在这“万年青”依旧活着，每次到许先生家去，看到那束花，有时仍站在那黑色的长桌上，有时站在鲁迅先生照像的前面。However,uptonow,the“evergreen”isstillalive,andwheneverIwenttovisitMrs.Xu,itwaseitheronthatlongblacktableorinfrontoftheportraitofMr.LuXun.花瓶是换了，用一个玻璃瓶装着，看得到淡黄色的须根，站在瓶底。Thevasewasreplacedbyaglassbottle,whichallowedtherearinglightyellowfibrilcanbeseen.有时候许先生一面和我们谈论着，一面检查房中所有的花草。看一看叶子是不是黄了，该剪掉的剪掉，该洒水的洒水，因为不停地动作是她的习惯。Sometimes,Mrs.Xuwouldtalktous,meanwhile,examineallherplantsinthehouse,withcuttingoffthewitheredleavesandwateringperiodically.Shewassuchapersonthatcouldhardlystophandling.有时候就检查着这“万年青”，有时候就谈着鲁迅先生，就在他的照像前面谈着，但那感觉，却像谈着古人那么悠远了。TherewasatimewhenshewascheckingtheevergreenandtalkingaboutherhusbandMr.LuXuninfrontofhisportrait.Butitfeltlikeanancientpersonwhowerefarawayfromtherealitywasdiscussed.至于那花瓶呢？站在墓地的青草上面去了，而且瓶底已经丢失，然丢失了也就让它空空地站在墓边。Asfortheoldvase,itwasplacedonthegrasslandnearthecemeteryofMr.Lu,thebottomofwhichwasgone.Itwasabandonedlonelywithnothinginside.我所看到的是从春天一直站到秋天，它一直站到邻旁墓头的石榴树开了花而后结成了石榴。FromwhatIhaveobserved,itremainedstaticfromthespringtotheautumn,fromtheblossomofthepomegranatetreetotheyieldoffruit.从开炮以后，只有许先生绕道去过一次，别人就没有去过。当然那墓草是长得很高了，而且荒了，还说什么花瓶，恐怕鲁迅先生的瓷半身像也要被荒了的草埋没到他的胸口。Sincethedeclarationofthewar,onlyMrs.Xuhadmadeadetourthereonce,andthennovisitorevertouchedthisland.Itwasnodoubtthattheweedsnearthetombgrewcrazilyandrampantly.Nottomentionthevasethatwasdisappeared,IwasafraideveniftheporcelainbustofMr.Lucouldbeburiedbythewitheredweedsuptohischest.我们在这边，只能写纪念鲁迅先生的文章，而谁去努力剪齐墓上的荒草？我们是越来越远了，但无论多么远，那荒草是总要记在心上的。However,whatweratherdoiswritingarticlestocommemorateMr.LuXunthanmowingthewastegrassinhisgraveyard.Wehavegonetoofar,however,nomatterhowfarwehavebeenheading,thepatchesofgrassshouldberemembered.