第七届《英语世界》翻译大赛
【英语世界翻译赛往届赛题】-第九届原文及参考翻译
英译汉原文：The Whoomper FactorBy Nathan Cobb【1】As this is being written,snow is falling in the streets of Boston in what weather forecasters like to call“record amounts.”I would guess by looking out the window that we are only a few hours from that magic moment of paralysis,as in Storm Paralyzes Hub.Perhaps we are even due for an Entire Region Engulfed or a Northeast Blanketed,but I will happily settle for mere local disablement.And the more the merrier.【2】Some people call them blizzards,others nor’easters.My own term is whoompers,and I freely admit looking forward to them as does a baseball fan to ually I am disappointed,however;because tonight’s storm warnings too often turn into tomorrow’s light flurries.【3】Well,flurries be damned.I want the real thing,complete with Volkswagens turned into drifts along Commonwealth Avenue and the MBTA’s third rail frozen like a hunk of raw meat.A storm does not even begin to qualify as a whoomper unless Logan Airport is shut down for a minimum of six hours.【4】The point is,whoompers teach us a lesson.Or rather several lessons.For one thing,here are all these city folks who pride themselves on their instinct for survival,and suddenly they cannot bear to venture into the streets because they are afraid of being swallowed up.Virtual prisoners in their own houses is what they are.In northern New England, the natives view nights such as this with casual indifference,but let a whoomper hit Boston and the locals are not only knee deep in snow but also in befuddlement and disarray.【5】The lesson?That there is something more powerful out there than the sacred metropolis.It is not unlike the message we can read into the debacle of the windows falling out of the John Hancock Tower;just when we think we’ve got the upper hand on the elements,we find out we are flies and someone else is holding the swatter.Whoompers keep us in our place.【6】They also slow us down,which is not a bad thing for urbania these days.Frankly,I’m of the opinion Logan should be closed periodically,snow or not,in tribute to the lurking suspicion that it may not be all that necessary for a man to travel at a speed of600miles per hour.In a little while I shall go forth into the streets and I know what I will find.People will actually be walking,and the avenues will be bereftof cars.It will be something like those marvelous photographs of Back Bay during the nineteenth century,wherein the lack of clutter and traffic makes it seem as if someone has selectively airbrushed the scene.【7】And,of course,there will be the sound of silence tonight.It will be almost deafening.I know city people who have trouble sleeping in the country because of the lack of noise,and I suspect this is what bothers many of them about whoompers.Icy sidewalks and even fewer parking spaces we can handle,but please,God,turn up the volume.City folks tend not to believe in anything they can’t hear with their own ears.【8】It should also be noted that nights such as this are obviously quite pretty,hiding the city’s wounds beneath a clean white dressing.But it is their effect on the way people suddenly treat each other that is most fascinating,coming as it does when city dwellers are depicted as people of the same general variety as those New Yorkers who stood by when Kitty Genovese was murdered back in1964.【9】There’s nothing like a good whoomper to get people thinking that everyone walking towards them on the sidewalk might not be a mugger,or that saying hello is not necessarily a sign of perversion.You would think that city people,more than any other,would have a strongsense of being in the same rough seas together,yet it is not until a quasi catastrophe hits that many of them stop being lone sharks.【10】But enough of this.There’s a whoomper outside tonight,and it requires my presence.英译汉参考译文：最是那轰雪文/内森·科布译/韩子满【1】写下这些文字的时候，雪花儿正飘落在波士顿街头，气象预报员会说降雪量“创了纪录”。
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memorable is Jerry Playle, a music producer. He told BBC Radio 4’s Soul Music that as a young guitarist it was “irresistible”, and posed an enticing challenge with its chords, harmonies and words. He recalls a nerve-wracking audition for a folk club when he performed Streets of London. He had spent hours practising the guitar playing, but only realised when he opened his mouth to sing that he was far from word perfect. He thought he would have to make his apologies and slope off stage. But his audience, sensing he was floundering, joined in one by one, until everyone was singing along. He remembers feeling “utterly lifted by it. They rescued me.” 8 For Playle, there is a connection between the “encouragement and the kindness of strangers” in the audience saving his audition, and the words of the song itself. He says, “It could have been any song, but it was that song and that’s a very profound experience.” 9 The association with the song has come full circle as he has since met McTell and become a trustee for the Streets of London charity, which supports people who are homeless in London. 10 Gwen Ever, a DJ who became homeless in the 1980s, is reminded of that era when he listens to a powerful punk version of Streets of London by the Anti-Nowhere League. The song
第七届“英语世界”翻译比赛英译汉原文 Great Possessions
Great PossessionsBy Aldo Leopold【1】One hundred and twenty acres, according to the County Clerk, is the extent of my worldly domain. But the County Clerk is a sleepy fellow, who never looks at his record books before nine o’clock. What they would show at daybreak is the question here at issue.【2】Books or no books, it is a fact, patent both to my dog and myself, that at daybreak I am the sole owner of all the acres I can walk over. It is not only boundaries that disappear, but also the thought of being bounded.Expanses unknown to deed or map are known to every dawn, and solitude, supposed no longer to exist in my county, extends on every hand as far as the dew can reach.【3】Like other great landowners, I have tenants. They are negligent about rents, but very punctilious about tenures. Indeed at every daybreak from April to July they proclaim their boundaries to each other, and so acknowledge, at least by inference, their fiefdom to me.【4】This daily ceremony, contrary to what you might suppose, begins with the utmost decorum. Who originally laid down its protocols I do not know. At 3:30 a.m., with such dignity as I can muster of a July morning, I step from my cabin door, bearing in either hand my emblems of sovereignty, a coffee pot and notebook. I seat myself on a bench, facing the white wake of the morning star. I set the pot beside me. I extract a cup from my shirt front, hoping none will notice its informal mode of transport. I get out my watch, pour coffee, and lay notebook on knee. This is the cue for the proclamations to begin.【5】At 3:35 the nearest field sparrow avows, in a clear tenor chant, that he holds the jackpine copse north to the riverbank, and south to the old wagon track. One by one all the other field sparrows within earshot recite their respective holdings. There are no disputes, at least at this hour, so I just listen, hoping inwardly that their womenfolk acquiesce in this happy accord over the status quo ante.【6】Before the field sparrows have quite gone the rounds, the robin in the big elm warbles loudly his claim to the crotch where the icestorm tore off a limb, and all appurtenances pertaining thereto (meaning, in his case, all the angleworms in the not-very-spacious subjacent lawn).【7】The robin’s insistent caroling awakens the oriole, who now tells the world of orioles that the pendant branch of the elm belongs to him, together with all fiber-bearing milkweed stalks near by, all loose strings in the garden, and the exclusive right to flash like a burst of fire from one of these to another.【8】My watch says 3:50. The indigo bunting on the hill asserts title to the dead oak limb left by the 1936 drouth, and to divers near-by bugs and bushes. He does not claim, but I think he implies, the right to out-blue all bluebirds, and all spiderworts that have turned their faces to the dawn.【9】Next the wren – the one who discovered the knothole in the eave of the cabin – explodes into song. Half a dozen other wrens give voice, and now all is bedlam. Grosbeaks, thrashers, yellow warblers, bluebirds, vireos, towhees, cardinals – all are at it. My solemn list of performers, in their order and time of first song, hesitates, wavers, ceases, for my ear can no longer filter out priorities. Besides, the pot is empty and the sun is about to rise. I must inspect my domain before my title runs out.【10】We sally forth, the dog and I, at random. He has paid scant respect to all these vocal goings-on, for to him the evidence of tenantry is not song, but scent. Any illiterate bundle of feathers, he says, can make a noise in a tree. Now he is going to translate for me the olfactory poems that who-knows-what silent creatures have written in the summer night. At the end of each poem sits the author – if we can find him. What we actually find is beyond predicting: a rabbit, suddenly yearning to be elsewhere; a woodcock, fluttering his disclaimer; a cock pheasant, indignant over wetting his feathers in the grass.【11】Once in a while we turn up a coon or mink, returning late from the night’s foray. Sometimes we rout a heron from his unfinished fishing, or surprise a mother wood duck with her convoy of ducklings, headed full-steam for the shelter of the pickerelweeds. Sometimes we see deer sauntering back to the thickets, replete with alfalfa blooms, veronica, and wild lettuce. More often we see only the interweaving darkened lines that lazy hoofs have traced on the silken fabric of the dew.【12】I can feel the sun now. The bird-chorus has run out of breath. The far clank of cowbells bespeaks a herd ambling to pasture. A tractor roars warning that my neighbor is astir. The world has shrunk to those mean dimensions known to county clerks. We turn toward home, and breakfast.。
【英语世界翻译赛往届赛题】-第十一届原文及参考翻译
英译汉原文：Confronting Modern Lifestyles（Excerpt）By Tim Jackson and Carmen Smith【1】Few people would disagree that modern society has changed dramatically in the course of only a few decades.These changes can be characterized in a variety of different ways.We can point,for example,to the growth in disposable incomes,to a massive expansion in the availability of consumer goods and services,to higher levels of personal mobility,increases in leisure expenditure and a reduction in the time spent in routine domestic tasks.【2】We might highlight the gains in technological efficiency provided by an increasingly sophisticated knowledge base.Or the rising resource“footprint”of modern consumption patterns.Or the intensification of trade.Or the decline in traditional rural industries.Or the translocation of manufacturing towards the developing world.Or the emergence of the“knowledge”economy.【3】We should certainly point out that these changes have been accompanied,and sometimes facilitated,by changes in the underlying institutional structures:the deregulation(or reregulation)of key industries,the liberalization of markets,the easing of international trade restrictions, the rise in consumer debt and the commoditization of previously noncommercial areas of our lives.【4】We could also identify some of the social effects that accompanied these changes:a faster pace of life;rising social expectations;increasing divorce rates;rising levels of violent crime; smaller household sizes;the emergence of a“cult of celebrity”;the escalating“message density”of modern living;increasing disparities(in income and time)between the rich and the poor,the emergence of “postmaterialist”values;a loss of trust in the conventional institutions of church,family,and state;and a more secular society.【5】It is clear,even from this cursory overview,that no simple overriding“good”or“bad”trend emerges from this complexity.Rather, modernity is characterized by a variety of trends that often seem to be set (in part at least)in opposition to each other.The identification of a set of “postmaterialist”values in modern society appears at odds with the increased proliferation of consumer goods.People appear to express less concern for material things,and yet have more of them in their lives.【6】The abundance offered by the liberalization of trade is offset bythe environmental damage from transporting these goods across distances to reach our supermarket shelves.The liberalization of the electricity market has increased the efficiency of generation,reduced the cost of electricity to consumers and at the same time made it more difficult to identify and exploit the opportunities for end-use energy efficiency.【7】To take another example,the emergence of the knowledge economy has increased the availability and the value of information. Simultaneously,it has intensified the complexity of ordinary decision-making in people’s lives.As Nobel laureate Hebert Simon has pointed out,information itself consumes scarce resources.“What information consumes is rather obvious:it consumes the attention of its recipients.Hence a wealth of information creates a poverty of attention, and a need to allocate that attention efficiently among the overabundance of information sources that might consume it”.This consuming effect of information makes the concept of“informed choice”at once more important and at the same time more difficult to achieve in modern society.【8】These examples all serve to illustrate that modern lifestyles are both complex and haunted by paradox.This is certainly one of the reasons why policy makers have tended to shy away from the wholequestion of consumer behavior and lifestyle change.It is clear nonetheless that coming to grips with consumption patterns, understanding the dynamics of lifestyle and influencing people’s attitudes and behaviors are all essential if the kinds of deep environmental targets demanded by sustainable development are to be achieved.英译汉参考译文：直面现代生活方式（节选）文/蒂姆·杰克逊、卡门·史密斯译/裘禾敏很少有人会否认，仅仅数十年间，现代社会就已发生了巨大变化。
第十届“中国海洋大学-《英语世界》杯”翻译大赛获奖名单
第十届“中国海洋大学-《英语世界》杯”翻译大赛获奖名单作者：来源：《英语世界》2019年第10期英译汉一等奖（1名）贺丛芝河北石家庄二等奖（2名）丁婷北京外国语大学何春燕 iGroup China三等奖（3名）冯军庆陕西省铜川市印台区方泉小学李佳妮中国石油大学（华东）郭晓阳自由职业优秀奖（42名）薛洪君山东济南韩聪郑州大学葛雨诺宁波大学尹婵杰南京晓庄学院陈思颖浙江宁波都苗江西理工大学毛新钰山东农业大学宝静雅包头医学院夏杨南京信息工程大学冯哲山东大学（威海）刘嘉慧英国纽卡斯尔大学张妍芳自由译者李天启新华社王楠宝鸡文理学院温丹萍广东潮州郭瑜南京师范大学陈俊晖自由译者王梦莹广东培正学院王闻三峡大学外国语学院李晓维中央民族大学朱瑞旻北京大学刘海鸥西南大学张甲广西贵港张书勉山东师范大学外国语学院胡亚文湖北经济学院张羽西大连海事大学闫心雨四川外国语大学魏延硕聊城大学苗萍萍曲阜师范大学李冠祺青岛东方口岸海投科技有限公司王晓梅中国海洋大学陈荟宇辽宁沈阳李成婧中南大学潘斯欣华南师范大学徐盈缙云县发展和改革局邹文婕广东工业大学严婷中南大学于小元同济大学赵惠欣北京师范大学白越中国石油大学（华东）赵汗青山东交通职业学院周建军常州工学院汉译英一等奖（1名）李国梁广东外语外贸大学南国商学院二等奖（2名）费及竟上海工程技术大学外语学院姜晓川黑龙江大学三等奖（3名）傅颖浙江商业技师学院郝福合中国农业大学胡文明騰讯公司优秀奖（21名）周晓玲武汉商学院李佳易北京大学施慧静上海工程技术大学周建军常州工学院陈志凌仰恩大学陈杰上海外国语大学夏冬苏州大学武宁 96921部队朱娟昆仲科技张家莲华南师范大学黄霄茹广东外语外贸大学南国商学院焦琳中国海洋大学邵信芳工商银行任舒羽广西民族大学李亚芬江苏第二师范学院万剑锋中国能源建设集团浙江火电建设有限公司黄婷西安世园投资（集团）有限公司彭雨欣江苏科技大学韩雪自由职业黄孟瑶华中师范大学罗文静四川大学组织奖（7名）中国海洋大学四川外国语大学中国石油大学（华东）宁波大学广东外语外贸大学华东政法大学苏州大学。
第十四届“四川外国语大学—《英语世界》杯”翻译大赛汉译英组一等奖译文
刻下今天，抗拒遗忘【1】我们知道自己是容易忘记的。
有心人能坚持写下日记，日日记录，到时回头还能翻回去，某一年某一天，字字句句都在纸上，能唤起记忆。
也有人记忆超群，过了多少年，还能细数某时某地某事，让人惊叹。
但大部分的我们呢？我曾记过一阵日记，从开始的日日记，到后来的隔日记，再到后来的不知隔多少日记，终于有一天把日记本尘封在写字台的某个抽屉角落里了。
我也曾与好友仔细回想，在何时何地哪一个场合第一次遇见，却相顾茫然。
【2】这样的无从查考，这样的相顾茫然，并不算得上如何特殊。
【3】生活的大部分形态，总是碎片化的。
一时在东，一时在西，纷繁复杂，并不是那么容易记住的。
我们记住了海潮翻腾，侧耳又听见大江大河奔涌怒吼；记住了大江大河的浪高声宏，耳边又传来远处的人声鼎沸……热点似乎一个接着一个，连时尚流行都以百倍的速度在此起彼伏，每个似乎都在沸点上翻滚。
可新的记忆总是一页页压过旧的，遗忘总在这样不知不觉的侧耳、挪移间发生。
【4】而更多时候，生活的形态，又是屡屡重复的。
连古人都说，“年年岁岁花相似”，相似的花，相似的叶，总是最不容易区分的。
我们记忆里，只留下似曾相识的影子。
提过的话题要再提，理过的逻辑要再理，连听过的故事，也总在天南海北再听到相似的讲述。
“仙桂年年折又生”，如果枝头还是避着风头的朝向，连挂着的果子上的疤痕都一般，谁又能分清是哪一年、哪一月种下的树呢？【5】若说世上事尽是重复，无疑太消极。
而太阳每天都是新的，又高估了普通人心里的饱满度。
我们在光与影里穿行，日久年深。
有这样一个日子，我们停下来，做一个特别的标记，把它从漫长的旅途里区别出来，想想过去，看看前程，也是对自己的一种关怀。
在意义被怀疑、被消解的时候，有这样的庄重的一刻，反观静照，在一片喧腾或琐碎里执着地找到那份属于自己的历史感，也是一种觉醒。
1Record Today, Resist Forgetting【1】Forgetfulness is prone to plague us. There are those who, with unwavering diligence, chronicle their daily affairs in diaries, every word and sentence an evocative trigger for memories of a certain day in a certain year as they flip through the pages in days to come. Others are blessed with prodigious memories, able to recount events from years ago with astonishing clarity. But what about the vast majority of us? I, for one, attempted to keep a diary, only to see my entries dwindle from daily to every other day, and then to sporadic, until I finally sealed it away in a secluded corner of my writing desk drawer. I also endeavored to recall with a friend the precise moment, location, and occasion of our first encounter, but we were both lost in a fog.【2】Such a state of forgetfulness and the ensuing fog-bound befuddlement are par for the course.【3】Life, for the most part, takes on fragmented forms. We may find ourselves here today and there tomorrow, amidst a flurry of complexity that isn’t always easy to commit to memory. Just as we begin to recall the tumultuous ocean tides, the roaring rivers rush to our ears. Once the mighty rivers’ thunderous roar seeps into our memory, the distant din of chatter resounds in our ears. The current of hot topics seems to flow incessantly, with even fashion and trends surging and receding at breakneck speed, each one clamoring for our attention. Nevertheless, new memories unfailingly turn the page on the old, while forgetting sneaks up on us unnoticed amid our shifting attention and meandering movements.【4】More often than not, life feels like a cycle of repetition, as even the anci ents recognized, remarking that “flowers are similar year in and year out.” It is those very similar flowers and leaves that prove most difficult to distinguish, leaving us with faintly familiar shadows in our memory. Topics once discussed resurface, past logical reasoning requires reevaluation, and even the tales we’ve heard before catch echoes of their likeness recounted from the far reaches of the earth. As an ancient Chinese poem states, “the immortal laurel’s branches break and renew each year.”If the branches still shy away from the wind, and their fruit bears the same scars, who then can discern the year or month that saw the planting of the tree?【5】To claim that everything in the world is mere repetition is too bleak a notion. And yet, to assert that the sun rises anew each day is to overestimate the average person's sense of fulfillment. We traverse through light and shadow for years on end. But there comes a moment when we pause and create a special mark to set apart a day from the long procession of time, a moment for us to reflect on the past and gaze toward the future as an act of self-care. In times when meaning is doubted or diminished, such a moment of solemnity allows us to turn inward and unearth our own sense of history amidst the tumult and trivialities of life, which might be deemed a form of awakening.2Embossing the Present, Resisting OblivionBy Yu JinxingTrans. by Cai Qingmei（蔡清美）【1】We recognize our tendency to forget. Those mindful among us persist in maintaining a journal, capturing moments on paper, day byday. As we revisit these pages, every word and phrase can rekindle a forgotten memory. Some among us are blessed with prodigious memory, recounting intricate details of experiences from years past with astonishing precision. But what about the majority? There was a time I maintained a diary, gradually transitioning from daily entries to every other day, until eventually, gaps of weeks appeared between entries. Eventually, the diary found a quiet corner in a drawer at my writing desk. I’ve tried to recall with friends the moment of our first encounter, only to be greeted with mutual bewilderment.【2】Such perplexity, this mutual bewilderment, is not particularly unusual.【3】The larger part of life tends to be fragmented. Moments fleet from one to another, creating a tapestry too intricate to remember easily. Our attention dances from the tumultuous tides to the echoing roar of grand rivers, from the towering waves and thundering rivers to the distant hum of human voices. One trend follows another, each seemingly at its zenith. Yet, the fresh memories continue to eclipse the old ones, and oblivion manifests subtly amidst these shifting focuses.【4】Frequently, life manifests itself in cycles of repetition. Even the ancients noted, “Every year the flowers resemble the previous ones.” Similar flowers, similar leaves, they are always the hardest to differentiate. We retain in our memories only an echo of familiarity. Topics once discussed are revisited, logic previously deduced is reconsidered, and familiar stories are heard again, told with different flavors in different locales. As the sweet osmanthus blooms each year, if the orientation of the branch remains unchanged, even the scars on the hanging fruits resemble each other. Who could then discern in which year and month the tree was planted?【5】To say that everything in the world is repetitive might be too pessimistic. Yet, to claim that each day brings a new sun might overstate our ability to appreciate the nuances of the mundane. We traverse through a world of light and shadows over time. There are days when we pause, mark a special moment, carving it out from the continuum of our journey. It’s a time to reminisce about the past and gaze into the future—a form of self-care. In times when our sense of purpose is questioned or seems to dissipate, such solemn moments of introspection allow us to seek our sense of history amidst the din and trivialities. It’s a form of awakening.。
The_Stinkiest_Cheeses_in_the_World_世界上最臭的奶酪
扫码听读S ome cheeses pack just a hint of funk1. Think Bruno Mars. Others pack heaps of it—moreof2 James Brown. The latter categoryincludes the stinky cheeses we’re melt-ing for lately, and we’re not alone.2 “Stinky cheeses are some of myfavorite cheeses. A little bit, even anounce, can be as satisfying as an eight-ounce steak,” says Steve Jones, ownerat Cheese Bar in Portland, Oregon.or umami, like mushrooms) due to pas-teurization.12 “Strong, stinky cheeses are fantastic on their own. They offer a great com-plexity of flavors with a lot of meaty umami,” Windsor says. “That being said, I have a warm place in my heart for an open-face sandwich made with a dark, rye bread and slathered9with mus-tard and a smelly washed rind cheese. Limburger and Hooligan work great for these sandwiches.”4. Ardrahan13 Happy cows, tasty cheese. Ardrahan,a type of semi-soft cheese with a gold hue and a washed rind, is made from pasteurized milk from pedigree Friesian cows that wander around and graze on a calm Irish farm. Slightly acidic, yet but-tery and savory all at once, this soft and sticky cheese smells rustic and earthy—a nod to the long rainy seasons that help grow those grasses.mont cider that’s made near where the cows are raised (Jasper Hill Farm). The orange rind pungent cheese transports your palate to a cidery, just like the big city oasis transports you out of the hustle-bustle.7. Époisses18 Burgundy, France, generates more than stellar11 wine. A wash with brandy gives this classic and custardy pasteur-ized cow’s milk cheese its fruity-meets-bacony flavor.19 Follow Windsor’s lead when devour-ing this golden-rind cheese. “For some-thing a little softer like Greensward or Époisses, I will open up the top and dig in with a good cornichon,” he says.■斯奶酪，我会挖开顶部，然后放一小块美味的酸黄瓜进去。
定语从句C译法——兼对第七届“《英语世界》杯”翻译大赛英译汉
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教书，并于 2001 年担任华坪 县孤儿院院长。 11 她很快发现，当地被遗弃 的儿童多是女孩，并且家长愿 意让男孩继续读书，女孩却不 行。 12 自 1986 年以来，在中国， 6 至 15 岁 的 所 有 儿 童 都 要 接 受 9 年义务教育，虽然中国的 几座城市设有免费的高中，比 如南部省份广东的珠海市，但 华坪县的许多女生却早早辍学 嫁人或者谋生。 13 张桂梅坚信女孩接受教育 可以改变三代人，并致力于为 华坪县的女孩提供免费的高中 教育。在 CCTV 报道中，她说道： “如果她有文化，她会把孩子 丢掉？我的初衷就是解决低素 质母亲和低素质孩子的恶性循 环。” 14 整整 5 年里，张桂梅竭力 筹款。尽管随身携带所有身份 证件及奖项和荣誉证书复印 件，她寻求帮助的那些人大多 都视她为骗子。百般努力下来， 她只筹到 1 万元。 15 2007 年，张桂梅当选党的 十七大代表，前往北京参加党 代会，事情迎来了转机。与会 期间，她告诉一名记者，她想 办一所免费女子高中。最终， 她的心声传播开来。
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Education Pioneer Who Lifted 1,800 Girls Out of Poverty
教育领头人助千名女孩走出贫困
文 / 克里斯汀·黄 译 / 张超斌
By Kristin Huang
The founder of China’s first and only free public high school for girls—in a poor, mountainous region in the country’s southwest—has been honoured as an inspirational role model in this year’s Touching China awards. 2 Zhang Guimei, 63, was in visibly poor health when she accepted the award, prompting a wave of sympathy and support on Chinese social media. 3 The awards, which recognise wisdom, bravery and tenacity, are presented annually by CCTV. 4 Zhang was hailed as a hero during the awards ceremony for her extraordinary achievement in building and operating the High School for Girls in Lijiang’s Huaping county in northern Yunnan province, one of the country’s poorest areas. 5 The years of hard work and mental pressure have taken their toll on1 Zhang, who is battling 23 illnesses including
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切记不要重复购买物品 8 如果你已经拥有三个水 杯，真的还需要再买一个吗？ 每次购物前先回想一下自己已 有的东西。你很可能已经拥有 完全可行的替代品，无论是色 号相似的口红，还是另一条快 时尚裙子。
Repurpose or fix broken products 9 Before you replace an item, look at how you could repair or repurpose it to avoid waste. Homeware can be customised with fabric or paint, while a tailor can make light work of rips and tears in clothes.
维修旧物或更换用途继续用 9 换新之前，先尝试维修旧 物或更换其用途，以避免浪费。 家居用品可以用布料或涂料改 造，裁缝则可以轻而易举地缝 补衣物的裂缝和破洞。
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3 ride or die 全心全意支持的。4 holy grail 圣杯，此处指努力追求的目标，梦寐以求之物。 5 verdic（t 经过检验或认真考虑后的）意见，决定，结论。 6 capsule collection 胶囊系列， 通常包括便于搭配和穿着的基本款和经典款。此说法可追溯至 20 世纪 70 年代，伦 敦精品时装店“衣橱”（Wardrobe）的老板苏茜·福克斯（Susie Faux）首推“胶囊 衣橱”（capsule wardrobe）系列，主打实用好穿且不受潮流影响的经典款。此处的“胶 囊”有“浓缩的精华”之义。 7 retail therapy 购物疗法，通过购买服装等让人高兴 起来的方法。
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第七届“北京外国语大学—《英语世界》杯”翻译大赛启事及原文英译汉原文：Great PossessionsBy Aldo Leopold 【1】One hundred and twenty acres, according to the County Clerk, is the extent of my worldly domain. But the County Clerk is a sleepy fellow, who never looks at his record books before nine o'clock. What they would show at daybreak is the question here at issue.【2】Books or no books, it is a fact, patent both to my dog and myself, that at daybreak I am the sole owner of all the acres I can walk over. It is not only boundaries that disappear, but also the thought of being bounded. Expanses unknown to deed or map are known to every dawn, and solitude, supposed no longer to exist in my county, extends on every hand as far as the dew can reach.【3】Like other great landowners, I have tenants. They are negligent about rents, but very punctilious about tenures. Indeed at every daybreak from April to July they proclaim their boundaries to each other, and so acknowledge, at least by inference, their fiefdom to me.【4】This daily ceremony, contrary to what you might suppose, begins with the utmost decorum. Who originally laid down its protocols I do not know. At 3:30 a.m., with such dignity as I can muster of a July morning, I step from my cabin door, bearing in either hand my emblems of sovereignty, a coffee pot and notebook. I seat myself on a bench, facing the white wake of the morning star. I set the pot beside me. I extract a cup from my shirt front, hoping none will notice its informal mode of transport. I get out my watch, pour coffee, and lay notebook on knee. This is the cue for the proclamations to begin.【5】At 3:35 the nearest field sparrow avows, in a clear tenor chant, that he holds the jackpine copse north to the riverbank, and south to the old wagon track. One by one all the other field sparrows within earshot recite their respective holdings. There are no disputes, at least at this hour, so I just listen, hoping inwardly that their womenfolk acquiesce in this happy accord over the status quo ante.【6】Before the field sparrows have quite gone the rounds, the robin in the big elm warbles loudly his claim to the crotch where the icestorm tore off a limb, and all appurtenances pertaining thereto (meaning, in his case, all the angleworms in the not-very-spacious subjacent lawn).【7】The robin's insistent caroling awakens the oriole, who now tells the world of orioles that the pendant branch of the elm belongs to him, together with all fiber-bearing milkweed stalks near by, all loose strings in the garden, and the exclusive right to flash like a burst of fire from one of theseto another.【8】My watch says 3:50. The indigo bunting on the hill asserts title to the dead oak limb left by the 1936 drouth, and to divers near-by bugs and bushes. He does not claim, but I think he implies, the right to out-blue all bluebirds, and all spiderworts that have turned their faces to the dawn. 【9】Next the wren—the one who discovered the knothole in the eave of the cabin—explodes into song. Half a dozen other wrens give voice, and now all is bedlam. Grosbeaks, thrashers, yellow warblers, bluebirds, vireos, towhees, cardinals—all are at it. My solemn list of performers, in their order and time of first song, hesitates, wavers, ceases, for my ear can no longer filter out priorities. Besides, the pot is empty and the sun is about to rise. I must inspect my domain before my title runs out.【10】We sally forth, the dog and I, at random. He has paid scant respect to all these vocal goings-on, for to him the evidence of tenantry is not song, but scent. Any illiterate bundle of feathers, he says, can make a noise in a tree. Now he is going to translate for me the olfactory poems that who-knows-what silent creatures have written in the summer night. At the end of each poem sits the author—if we can find him. What we actually find is beyond predicting: a rabbit, suddenly yearning to be elsewhere; a woodcock, fluttering his disclaimer; a cock pheasant, indignant over wetting his feathers in the grass.【11】Once in a while we turn up a coon or mink, returning late from the night's foray. Sometimes we rout a heron from his unfinished fishing, or surprise a mother wood duck with her convoy of ducklings, headed full-steam for the shelter of the pickerelweeds. Sometimes we see deer sauntering back to the thickets, replete with alfalfa blooms, veronica, and wild lettuce. More often we see only the interweaving darkened lines that lazy hoofs have traced on the silken fabric of the dew.【12】I can feel the sun now. The bird-chorus has run out of breath. The far clank of cowbells bespeaks a herd ambling to pasture. A tractor roars warning that my neighbor is astir. The world has shrunk to those mean dimensions known to county clerks. We turn toward home, and breakfast.汉译英原文：知识与智慧文/林巍【1】知识与智慧的关系，是人们历来愿意谈论而又似乎谈不清的问题；然而，它的确与人们的学习、教育、生活、科技等方面有关。