（一）
    说起清华人，我怀念我的老师们。大学一年级，俞平伯、余冠英两位先生教我国文，一位教读本，一位教作文，都亲切而严格。有一次余先生指出我把爬山虎写成紫荆的错误，但又要我多写几篇给他看。二年级，贺麟老师教我西洋哲学史，见了我长达百页的英文读书报告不仅不皱眉，反而在班上表扬我;正是在他的指导下，我读了不少古希腊哲学家著作的英译，真有发现新星球似的喜悦。温德老师在工字厅讲意大利文艺复兴时期的艺术，打开许多画册让我们传阅，幽默地然而严格地区分画的优劣。同样难忘的事还很多，那时候日本军队已在华北城市大街上演习，而清华的师生则在学术上特别争气，不久又在政治上发动了公然反日的“一二·九”运动。
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  As a sophomore, I was taught History of Western Philosophy by Professor He Lin. He did not frown at my one-hundred-page long book report in English, but rather praised me in class. It was under his guidance that I read a great deal of ancient Greek philosophers in English translation, the delight from which was just like that of discovering a new planet. I.als
o taught Italian Renaissance Art by Professor Winter in the Gongzi Courtyard. In his lectures, he passed around many painting albums, and humorously but rigorously offered his critical evaluations.
（二）
  我开始向往看到一大片的红，来振奋我的精神。
  我到西山去枫林的红叶。但眼前这一闪光艳，是秋天的“临去秋波”，很快便被朔风吹落了。
  在怅惘迷茫之中，我凝视着满山满谷的吹落的红叶，而“向前看”的思路，却把我的心情渐渐引得欢畅了起来!
  “落红不是无情物”，它将在春泥中融化，来滋润培养它的新一代。
  这时，我眼前突兀地出现了一幅绿意迎人的图画!那是有一年的冬天，我回到我的故乡去，坐汽车从公路进入祖国的。小车在层层叠嶂中穿行，两旁是密密层层的参天绿树;苍纱的
是松柏，翠绿的是竹子，中间还有许许多多不知名的。调深浅不同的绿树，衬以遍地的凄凄的芳草。“绿”把我包围起来了。我从惊喜而沉入恬静，静默地、欢跃地陶醉在这铺天盖地的绿之中。
参考译文：
  At the moment there suddenly appeared before my eyes a vision of green. One year, in winter, I had returned to my hometown, traveling by car on a highway to the southern border of our country. The small car wound its way over hill and dale, both sides of the read thickly wooded with towering green foliage：pines，cypresses and emerald bamboo .And there were many other trees whose names I did not know. The varied green of the trees were set off by a luxuriant carpet of scented lawn. I was cocooned in “green”. From delighted surprise I entered a state of pleasant calm.I was quietly, happily intoxicated in the midst of this all-encompassing green.
（三）
  子君不在这间破屋时，我什么也看不见。在百无聊赖中，随手抓过一本书来，科学也好，文学也好，横竖什么都一样;看下去，看下去，忽而自己觉得，已经翻了十多页了，但是毫不记得书上所说的事。只是耳朵却分外地灵，仿佛听到厦门外一切往来的履声，从中便有子君的，而且橐橐地逐渐临近，——但是，往往又逐渐渺茫，终于消失在别的脚步声的杂沓中了。我憎恶那不像子君鞋声的穿布底鞋的长班的儿子，我憎恶那太像子君鞋声的常常穿着新皮鞋的临院搽雪花膏的小东西!
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  Out of sheer boredom I would pick up a book-science or literature, it was all the Same to me--and read on and on till it suddenly dawned on me that I had turned a dozen pages without taking in a word. My sense of hearing, however, was so acute that I seemed able to hear all the footsteps outside the gate, including those of Zijun, gradually approaching-but all too often they faded away again to be lost at last in the medley of other footfalls. I hated the steward’s son who wore cloth-soled shoes which sounded quite different from those of Zijun. I hated the little wretch next door who used face-cream, often wore new leather shoes, and whose steps sounded all too like those of Zijun.
sortout翻译（四）
  这场戏的总指挥是司机刘思佳，他本人却远远地躲在一辆卡车的驾驶楼里，冷眼看着小哥们儿拿新来的女队长开心。他脸上一副若有所思的神情，令人难以捉摸。他这人比他的表情更难以琢磨。汽车队里的好事有他，坏事也少不了他。他一方面是十万公里无事故的好司机，同时也是一个坏小子的头。他设计这场戏是想看看解净这个时代的幸运儿，全厂青年的尖子今天是怎样丢丑的。可是当他看到解净丢了丑，简直是狼狈透了，他却并不感到快活，甚至对这场剧感到厌烦了，认为这一切都是很无聊和卑下的。
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  He appeared lost in thought, his face inscrutable.He was even，inscrutable than his facial expression. He had a hand in every good or bad event that went on in the team.As an excellent driver，his safety record had reached a million kilometers.But at the same time he was a troublemaker，the head of other troublemakers.He had staged this farce to make a fool of Xie Jing，a lucky bird of the time and an ace of the youth in the factory.But he took no pleasure in seeing Xie Jing’s desperation.Indeed，the whole performance got on his ner
ves，striking him as futile and contemptible.
（五）
  《雷雨》(第三卷，部分)
  杏花巷十号， 鲁贵家里。 下面是鲁家屋外的情形：
  车站的钟打了十下，杏花巷的老少还沿着那白天蒸发着臭气、半夜才吹来一陈凉风的水塘边上乘凉。方才落了一陈暴雨。天气还是郁热难堪，人们心里还是热燥燥的，期待着再来一次雷雨。池塘里的青蛙叫得更起劲，一直不停。乘凉的人谈话的声音有一阵没一阵的。无星的天空时而打着没有雷的闪电，闪光过去，还是黑黝黝的一片。
参考译文：
  The station clock has struck ten, and the people of Almond Blossom Lane, old and young, are taking the air along the banks of a pond which, although it is the source of evil exhalations drawn up by the summer sun in the daytime, provides late at night an open spa
ce where one may catch the fresh, cool breezes. Despite a sharp downpour a moment ago, it is still unbearably hot and close.It is the sort of weather that makes people feel parched inside and thirsting for another thunderstorm. Yet the frogs that crouch among the reeds by the pond are as untiringly strident as ever. The sound of the strollers’ voices comes in desultory snatches. From time to time a silent flash of lightening splashes the starless sky with a harsh blue glare and for one startled moment shows up the weeping willows by the pond, drooping and tumbling over the water. Then, just as suddenly, it is dark again.

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