汉译英翻译实践11

The Prettiest Mother In The World

At that time,I was teaching in a rural middle school of Zhang Jiakou countryside.Every morning,I always saw a woman who came into our campus with a bicycle slantly walking through the corridor between offices and classrooms,and she sent bean curd to the refectory.She wore a military cotton-padded clothes which changed into yellow,and there was a cloth rope binding tangly around her waist.Underneath there were black cotton-padded trousers and a pair of galoshes which were not fit for the season.Her hair disheveled was like the habijabi.The woman became waner and sallower when the hair was stired into skeins by wind.Her feet limped severely with one foot deep shallow foot and the bicycle was pushed unstably.I was worried about her bean curd which would dropped for several times.

One day,I read over the familiar essay handed in.A girl by the name of Wang Xiaoli wrote these:

This weekend I went home and felt unwell.Father still lies on the kang and could not move.No matter how drugs he eats,it does n’t have any effect on his health.He has lain up for 3 years.My brother is young,and my mother carries all the life burden alonely.Every time I want to cry when she is busy with everything.

At the beginning of this semester,I made a requ est that I didn’t want to go to school and helped mother do farm work.Father lain on the kang

with tears in his eys and kept silent,.Mother didn’t spoke a word either.Brother was innocent and play game on the side of kang.The whole house was quiet.Finally,mother said: “Attend school continuously .No matter how toilful we are,we will let you finish study.”

At the ending of the spring,I came across the hobble woman once more when I was sauntering on the street of the country.This time ,she was driving a cattle vehicle on which there were just obtained wasted products,paper,zip-top cans and cast iron.She seated a tough paper on the front shaft,rebuked the cattle and moved along the road.It was in the midday that there was nobody on the street.The whole village was immersing in the family and warm atmosphere.However,the hobble woman was busy running about livelihood.She was accompanied with only “clop”made by beef feet.The sound reverberated in an orderly way way on the noiseless street.

I followed her vehicle travelling on the road with my eyes until it disappearing in the never-ending traffic stream.I was not sure her next destination and the time about her lunch,but I was sure that she must be on the go all the time.

Xiaoli wrote these in her informal essay when I found the hobble woman was her mother:

In several days,I saw mother send bean curd to school,but I didn’t spoke a word with her.V anity and selfhumiliation occupied my heart.I