1、32. 健忘的画眉（The Forgetful Song Thrush） 33. 可爱的南京（Nanjing the Beloved City）34. 鲁迅先生记（In Memory of Mr.Lu Xun） 35. 苗族龙船节（The Miao Drangon-Boat Festival）36. 秋天的怀念（Fond Memories ofYou） 37. 献你一束花（A Bouquet of Flowers for you）38. 鸭巢围的夜（A Night at Mallard-Nest Village） 39. 玫瑰色的月亮（The Rosy Moon）40. 内画壶百子图（Snuf
2、f Bottles with Pictures Inside） 41. 维护团结的人（A Man Upholding Unity）42. 我有一个志愿（I Have a Dream） 43. 运动员的情操（Sportsmens Values）44. 神话世界九寨沟（Jiuzhaigou,Chinas Fairyland） 45. 生命的三分之一（One Third of Our Lifetime）46. 我可能是天津人（I Might Have Come from Tianjin） 47. 五台名刹画沧桑（The famous Monastery Witnesses Vicissitudes）
3、48. 爱梦想的羞怯女孩（A Shy Dreamer） 49. 永久的憧憬和追求（My Lnging and yearning）50. 老人和他的三个儿子（The Old Man and his three sons） 51. 乐山龙舟会多姿多彩（dragon-Boat Festival at Leshan）52. 撷自那片芳洲的清供（An Offering from his Sweet homeland） 53. 三峡多奇景 妙笔夺开工（The Scenic Three Gorges Captured ）54. 初中国旅游可到哪些地方（Tips on Traveling to China t
4、he First Time）第二部分英译汉1. A Ball to Roll Around（滚球） 2. A Boupquet for Miss Benson（送给卞老师的一束花）3. A Boy and His Father Become Partners（父子伙伴情） 4. A Gift of Dreams（梦寐以求的礼物）5. A Hard Day in the Kitchen（厨房里的一场闹刷） 6. A Nation of Hypochondriacs（一个疑病症患者的国度）7. Are Books an Endangered Species? （书籍是即将灭绝的物种吗?） 8. A
5、 Sailors Christmas Gift（一个海员的圣诞礼物）9. A Tale of Two Smut Merchants（两上淫秽照片商的故事） 10. A Visit with the Folks（探访故亲）11. Canadian Eskimo Lithographs（加拿大爱斯基摩人的石版画） 12. Divorce and Kids（离婚与孩子）13. Doug Heir（杜格埃厄） 14. Fame（声誉） 15. Felicias Journey（费利西娅的旅行）16. Genius Sacrificed for failure（为育庸才损英才） 17. Glories
6、of the Storm（辉煌壮丽的暴风雨）18. Han Suyins China（韩素音笔下的中国） 19. Hate（仇恨） 20. How Should One Read a Book? （怎样读书?）21. In Praie of the Humble Comma（小小逗号赞） 22. IntegrityFrom A Mother in Mannville（正直）23. In the Pursuit of a Haunting and Timeless Truth（追寻一段永世难忘的史实）24. Killer on Wings is Under Threat（飞翔的杀手正受到威胁）
7、25. Life in a Violin Case（琴匣子中的生趣） 26. Love Is Not like Merchandise（爱情不是商品） 27. Luck（好运气） 28. Mayhew（生活的道路） 29. My Averae Uncle（艾默大叔一个普通人） 30. My Fathers Music（我父亲的音乐） 31. My Mothers Gift （母亲的礼物）32. New Light Buld Offers Energy Efficiency（新型灯泡提高能效） 33. Of Studies（谈读书）34. On Leadership（论领导） 35. On Co
8、ttages in General（农舍概述） 36. Over the Hill（开小差）37. Promise of Bluebirds（蓝知更鸟的希望） 38. Stories on a Headboard（床头板上故事多）39. Sunday（星期天） 40. The Blanket（一条毛毯） 41. The Colour of the Sky（天空的色彩）42. The date Father Didnt Keep（父亲失约） 43. The Kiss（吻） 44. The Letter（家书）45. The Little Boat That Sailed through Time
9、（悠悠岁月小船情） 46. The Living Seas（富有生命的海洋）47. The Roots of My Ambition（我的自强之源） 48. The song of the River（河之歌）49. They Wanted Him EverywhereHerbert von Karajan（1908-1989） （哪儿都要他）50. Three Great Puffy Rolls（三个又大双暄的面包圈） 51. Trust（信任）52. Why measure Life in Hearbeats? （何必以心跳定生死？） 53. Why the bones Break（骨折缘
10、何而起）54. Why Women Live Longer than Men（为什么女人经男人活得长）An Ugly StoneJia PingwaI used to feel sorry for that ugly black piece of stone lying like an ox in front of our door; none knew when it was left there and none paid any attention to it, except at the time when wheat was harvested and my grandma, see
11、ing the grains of wheat spread all over the ground in the front yard of the house, would grumble: This ugly stone takes so much space. Move it away someday. Thus my uncle had wanted to use it for the gable when he was building a house, but he was troubled to find it of very irregular shape, with no
12、edges nor corners, nor a flat plane on it. And he wouldnt bother to break it in half with a chisel because the river bank was nearby, where he could have easily fetched a much better stone instead. Even when my uncle was busy with the flight of steps leading to the new house he didnt take a fancy to
13、 the ugly stone. One year when a mason came by, we asked him to snake us a stone mill with it. As my grandma put it:Why net take this one, so you worst have to fetch one from afar. But the arson took a look and shook his head; he wouldnt take it for it was of too fine a quality.It was neither like a
14、 fine piece of white marble on which words or flowers could be carved, nor like a smooth big bluish stone people used to wash their clothes on. The stone just lay there in silence, enjoying no shading front the pagoda trees by the yard, nor flowers growing around it. As a result weeds multiplied and
15、 stretched ail over it, their stems and tendrils gradually covered with dark green spots of moss. We children began to dislike the stone too, and would have taken it away if we had been strong enough; all we could do for the present was to leave it alone, despite our disgust or even curses.The only
16、thing that had interested us in the ugly stone was a little pit on top of it, which was filled with water on rainy days. Three days after a rainfall, usually, when the ground had become dry, there was still water in the pit, where chickens went to drink. And every month when it came to the evening o
17、f the 15th of lunar calendar, we would climb onto the stone, looking up at the sky, hoping to see the full moon come out from far away. And Granny would give us a scolding, afraid lest we should fall down-and sure enough, I fell down once to have my knee broken. So everybody condemned the stone: an
18、ugly stone, as ugly as it could be.Then one day an astronomer came to the village. He looked the stone square in the eye the moment he came across it. He didnt take his leave but decided to stay in our village. Quite a number of people came afterwards, saying the stone was a piece of aerolite which
19、had fallen down from the sky two or three hundred years ago-what a wonder indeed! Pretty soon a truck carne, and carried it away carefully.It gave us a great surprise! We had never expected that such a strange and ugly stone should have come from the sky! So it had once mended the sky, given out its
20、 heat and light there, and our ancestors should have looked up at it. It hard given them light, brought there hopes and expectations, and then it had fallen down to the earth, in the mud and among the weeds, lying there for hundreds of years!My grandma said:I never expected it should be so great! Bu
21、t why cant people build a wall or pave steps with it?Its too ugly, the astronomer said.Sure, its really so ugly.”But thats just where its beauty lies! the astronomer said, its beauty comes from its ugliness. Beauty from ugliness?Yes. When something becomes the ugliest, it turns out the most beautifu
22、l indeed.The stone is not an ordinary piece of insensate stone, it shouldnt be used to build a wall or pave the steps, to carve words or flowers or to wash clothes on. Its not the material for those petty common things, and no wonder its ridiculed often by people with petty common views.My grandma b
23、ecame blushed, and so did l.I feel shame while I feel the greatness of the ugly stone; I have even complained about it having pocketed silently all it had experienced for so many years, but again I am struck by the greatness that lies in its lonely unyielding existence of being misunderstood by peop
24、le.RushZhu ZiqingSwallows 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 b
25、y someone, who could it be? Where could ire hide them? 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 h
26、ave 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
27、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 mom 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,-th
28、e day flows away through the sink when I wash my hands, wears off in the bowl when I eat my meal, and passes away before my daydreaming gaze as I reflect in silence. I can feel his haste now, so I reach out my hands to hold him back, but be keeps flowing past my withholding hands. In the evening, as
29、 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 fight wind, or evaporated
