朱自清背影英文版
朱自清背影英文版It is more than two years since I saw my father last time, and what I can never forget is the sight of his back. In the winter of more than two years ago, Grandma died and father lost his job. Misfortunes never come singly. I left Beijing for xvzhou to join father in hastening home to attend grandma's funeral. When I met father in Xvzhou, the sight of the disorderly mess in his courtyard and the thought of grandma started tears trickling down my cheeks. Father said, “that things have come t o such a pass, now not be too sad .Fortunately, Heaven always leaves one a way out."After arriving home in Yang Zhou, father sold out all the fortunate in order to pay off the debts. He also borrowed money to meet the funeral expenses. Between grandma's funeral and father's unemployment, our family was then in reduced circumstances. After the funeral was over, father was to go to Nanjing to look for a job and I was to return to Beijing to study, so we started out together.I spent the first day in Nanjing strolling about with some friends at their invitation, and was ferrying across the Yangtze River to Pukou the same day. Father said he was too busy to go and see me off at the railway station, but would ask a hotel waiter that he knew to accompany me there instead. He urged the waiter again and again to take good care of me, but still did not quite trust him. He hesitated for quite a while about what to do. As a matter of fact, nothing would matter at all because I was then times. After some wavering, he finally decided that he himself would accompany me to the station. I repeatedly tried to talk him out of it, but he only said,” never mind! It won't be comfortable for them to go there!"We entered the railway station after crossing the River. While I was at the booking office buying a ticket, father saw to my luggage. There was quite a bit of luggage and he had to bargain with the porter over the fee.I was then such a smart-aleck that I frowned upon the way father was haggling and on the verge of chipping in a few words when the bargain was finally clinched. Getting on the train with me, he picked me a seat close to the carriage door. I put on the brownish fur-lined overcoat he had tailor-made for me. He told me to be watchful on the way and be careful not to catch cold at night. He also asked the train attendants to take good care of me. I sniggered at father for being so impractical; for it was utterly useless to entrust me to those attendants, who cared for nothing but money. Besides, it was certainly no problem for a person ofmy age to look after himself. Oh, when I come to think of it, I can see how smarty I was in those days!I said,"dad, you might leave now.” But he looked out of the window and said,” I’m going to buy you some tanger ines. You just stay here. Don't move around.” I caught sight of several vendors waiting for customers outside the railings beyond a platform. But to reach that platform would require crossing the railway track and doing some climbing up and down. That would be a strenuous job for father, who was fat. I wanted to do all that myself, but he stopped me, so I could do nothing but let him go. I watched him hobble towards the railway track in his black skullcap, black cloth mandarin jacket and dark blue cotton-padded cloth ling gown. He had little trouble climbing down the railway track, but it was a lot more difficult for him to climb up that platform after crossing the railway track. His hands held onto the upper part of the platform, his legs huddled up and his corpulent body tipped slightly towards the left, obviously making an enormous exertion. While I was watching him from behind, tears gushed from my eyes. I quickly wiped them away lest he or others should catch me crying. The next moment when I looked out of the window again, father was already on the way back, holding bright red tangerines in both hands. In crossing the railway track, he first put the tangerines on the ground, climbed down slowly and then picked them up again. When he came near the train, I hurried out to help him by the hand. After boarding the train with me, he laid all the tangerines on my overcoat, and patting the dirt off his clothes, he looked somewhat relieved and said after a while,” I must be going now. Don’t forget to write me fro m Beijing!” I gazed after his back retreating out of the carriage. After a few steps, he looked back at me and said, "Go back to your seat. Don’t leave your things alone." I, however, did not go back to my seat until his figure was lost among crowds of people hurrying to and fro and no longer visible. My eyes were again wet with tears.In recent years, I have been living an unsettled life, so did my father, and the circumstances of our family going from bad to worse. Father left home to make a life when young and did achieve quite a few things all on his own. To think that he should now be so downcast in old age ~the discouraging state of affairs filled him with an uncontrollable feeling of deep sorrow, and his pent-up emotion had to find a vent. That is why even more domestic trivialities would often make him angry, and meanwhile he became less and less nice with me. However, the separation of the last two years has made him more forgiving towards me. He keeps thinking about me and my son. After I arrived in Beijing, he wrote me a letter, in which he says, “I’m all right except for a severe pain in my arm. I even have trouble using chopsticks or writing brushes. Perhaps it won't be long now before I depart this life." Through the glisteningtears which these words had brought to my eyes I again saw the back of father's corpulent form in the dark blue cotton-padded cloth long gown and the black cloth mandarin jacket. Oh, I'm not sure when I could see him again!。
朱自清背影 英文翻译
• 我读到此处，在晶莹的泪光中，又看见那肥胖的， 青布棉袍，黑布马褂的背影。 • Through the glistening tears which these had brought to my eyes I again saw the back of father’s corpulent form in the dark blue cottonpadded cloth long gown and the black cloth mandarin jacket. • 唉！我不知何时再能与他相见！ • Oh, how I long to see him again.
我们的丁启阵大学者在分析朱自清的作品时认为，“朱 父”“性羞怯”有“恋童癖”，朱自清的这些文章“不过 是一个身心皆不健康的小知识分子的无病呻吟”。这样的 话语一出口，原本学问做的挺大的丁启阵教授，给人的印 象立马变了“一个小肚鸡肠，明着是盯住一些针头线脑， 事实上想着做针线活的姑娘乳房上的那一点红梅，是吃不 到葡萄就说葡萄酸的‘骚狗’罢了。”
朱自清
• 朱自清，原名自华，字佩弦，号秋实，生于光绪 二十四年十月初九( 1898年11月22日)，逝于1948年 8月12日，现代著名散文家、诗人、学者、民主战士。 原籍浙江绍兴。因三代人定居扬州，自己又毕业于 当时设在扬州的江苏第八中学高中，且在扬州做过 教师，故自称“扬州人”。他是现代著名的作家和 学者。朱自清祖父朱则余，号菊坡，本姓余，因承 继朱氏，遂改姓。为人谨慎，清光绪年间在江苏东 海县任承审官10多年。父亲名鸿钧，字小坡，娶妻 周氏，是个读书人。光绪二十七年(1901)朱鸿钧由 东海赴扬州府属邵伯镇上任。两年后，全家迁移扬 州城，从此定居扬州。1948年，朱自清因不肯接受 美国的救济粮，在贫病交加中去世。年仅50岁。 • 朱自清散文感情的真挚更是有口皆碑。他的《背 影》、《悼亡妇》等，被称为“天地间第一等至情 文学”。在淡淡的笔墨中，流露出一股深情，没有 半点矫揉造作，而有动人心弦的力量，尤其是在 《背影》中，朱自清对父亲朱鸿钧的感情之深让读 者感到了一丝丝的怀念和感动。
朱自清背影中英文.doc
朱自清背影中英文版It is more than two years since I saw my father last time, and what I can never forget is the sight of his back. In the winter of more than two years ago, Grandma died and father lost his job. Misfortunes never come singly. I left Beijing for xvzhou to join father in hastening home to attend grandma's funeral. When I met father in Xvzhou, the sight of the disorderly mess in his courtyard and the thought of grandma started tears trickling down my cheeks. Father said, “that things have come to such a pass, now not be too sad .Fortunately, Heaven always leaves one a way out."After arriving home in Yang Zhou, father sold out all the fortunate in order to pay off the debts. He also borrowed money to meet the funeral expenses. Between grandma's funeral and father's unemployment, our family was then in reduced circumstances. After the funeral was over, father was to go to Nanjing to look for a job and I was to return to Beijing to study, so we started out together.I spent the first day in Nanjing strolling about with some friends at their invitation, and was ferrying across the Yangtze River to Pukou the same day. Father said he was too busy to go and see me off at the railway station, but would ask a hotel waiter that he knew to accompany me there instead. He urged the waiter again and again to take good care of me, but still did not quite trust him. He hesitated for quite a while about what to do. As a matter of fact, nothing would matter at all because I was then times. After some wavering, he finally decided that he himself would accompany me to the station. I repeatedly tried to talk him out of it, but he only said,” never mind! It won't be comfortable for them to go there!"We entered the railway station after crossing the River. While I was at the booking office buying a ticket, father saw to my luggage. There was quite a bit of luggage and he had to bargain with the porter over the fee. I was then such a smart-aleck that I frowned upon the way father was haggling and on the verge of chipping in a few words when the bargain was finally clinched. Getting on the train with me, he picked me a seat close to the carriage door. I put on the brownish fur-lined overcoat he had tailor-made for me. He told me to be watchful on the way and be careful not to catch cold at night. He also asked the train attendants to take good care of me. I sniggered at father for being so impractical; for it was utterly useless to entrust me to those attendants, who cared for nothing but money. Besides, it was certainly no problem for a person of my age to look after himself. Oh, when I come to think of it, I can see how smarty I was in those days!I said, “dad, you might leave now.” But he looked out of the window and said,” I’m going to buy you some tangerines. You just stay here. Don't move around.” I caught sight of several vendors waiting for customers outside the railings beyond a platform. But to reach that platform would require crossing the railway track and doing some climbing up and down. That would be a strenuous job for father, who was fat. I wanted to do all that myself, but he stopped me, so I could do nothing but let him go. I watched him hobble towards the railway track in his black skullcap, black cloth mandarin jacket and dark blue cotton-padded cloth ling gown. He had little trouble climbing down the railway track, but it was a lot more difficult for him to climb up that platform after crossing the railway track. His hands held onto the upper part of the platform, his legs huddled up and his corpulent body tipped slightly towards the left, obviously making an enormous exertion. While I was watching him from behind, tears gushed from my eyes. I quickly wiped them away lest he or others should catch me crying. The next moment when I looked out of the window again, father was already on the way back, holding bright red tangerines in both hands. In crossing the railway track, he first put the tangerines on the ground, climbed down slowly and then picked them up again. When he came near the train, I hurried out to help him by the hand. After boarding the train with me, he laid all the tangerines on my overcoat, and patting the dirt off his clothes, he looked somewhat relieved and said after a while,” I must be going now. Don’t forget to write me from Beijing!” I gazed after his back retreating out of the carriage. After a few steps, he looked back at me and said, "Go back to your seat. Don’t leave your things alone." I, however, did not go back to my seat untilhis figure was lost among crowds of people hurrying to and fro and no longer visible. My eyes were again wet with tears.In recent years, I have been living an unsettled life, so did my father, and the circumstances of our family going from bad to worse. Father left home to make a life when young and did achieve quite a few things all on his own. To think that he should now be so downcast in old age ~the discouraging state of affairs filled him with an uncontrollable feeling of deep sorrow, and his pent-up emotion had to find a vent. That is why even more domestic trivialities would often make him angry, and meanwhile he became less and less nice with me. However, the separation of the last two years has made him more forgiving towards me. He keeps thinking about me and my son. After I arrived in Beijing, he wrote me a letter, in which he says, “I’m all right except for a severe pain in my arm. I even have trouble using chopsticks or writing brushes. Perhaps it won't be long now before I depart this life." Through the glistening tears which these words had brought to my eyes I again saw the back of father's corpulent form in the dark blue cotton-padded cloth long gown and the black cloth mandarin jacket. Oh, I'm not sure when I could see him again!我与父亲不相见已二年余了，我最不能忘记的是他的背影。
背影翻译
朱自清《背影》翻译与父亲不相见已二年余了，我最不能忘记的是他的背影。
I have not seen my father for more than two years. What impresses me most is the sight of his back.那年冬天，祖母死了，父亲的差使也交卸了，正是祸不单行的日子。
我从北京到徐州，打算跟着父亲奔丧回家。
到徐州见着父亲，看见满院狼籍的东西，又想起祖母，不禁簌簌地流下眼泪。
父亲说：“事已如此，不必难过，好在天无绝人之路！”I remember it was winter that year, when my grandmother passed away. Misfortune never comes alone. My father was out of work. At that time, I went to Xuzhou City from Beijing, planning to go back home with Father to deal with the affairs about my grandmother. When seeing father in Xuzhou and witnessing everything was messy in the backyard, I could not help thinking of the death of my grandmother and tearing heavily. Father said to me, “Everything has been set now, so we do not need to feel sad. Luckily, there will a lways be a way out.”回家变卖典质，父亲还了亏空；又借钱办了丧事。
这些日子，家中光景很是惨淡，一半为了丧事，一半为了父亲赋闲。
背影英文
《背影》英文The View of my Father’s Back Zhu ZiqingIt has been over two years since I last saw my father. It is the view of his back that is most unforgettable to me. That winter was a double tragedy for us as grandmother passed away and father was dismissed from his position. I left Beijing for Xuzhou to meet up with father to go back home for the funeral. In Xuzhou, when I saw father, and total mess of disorderly placed items in his yard, memories of grandma came flooding back, and my tears poured down out of control. Father said, “Things which happen cannot be changed. Don’t be so sad. There is always a way out.”Back home, by pawning and selling possessions, father paid off the debts and borrowed more money for the funeral. Those were gloomy days for the family, partly because of the funeral, and partly because father was now unemployed. After the funeral, father headed for Nanjing to seek work and I for Beijing to finish school. Therefore, we traveled together for a while. In Nanjing, a friend showed me around for a day; and the next morning, I was supposed to ferry to Pukou and take the train north that afternoon to Beijing. Father was busy and had decided not to see me off. Instead he asked a waiter who was an acquaintance, to accompany me. He repeatedly instructed the waiter on how to take care of me. Nevertheless, he still felt unsure, worrying that the waiter was not reliable, and reconsidered what to do for a while. Actually, I was already 20 years old then and had been traveling to and from Beijing several times on my own already. There was nothing really to worry about. He thought for a while, and finally decided to see me off himself. I tried several times to persuade him not to, but he only said: “It’s fine. I don’t trust him with you.”We crossed the river and entered the station; where I bought the ticket while he took care of the baggage. As there were so many pieces of luggage, we had to give some tips to the porter in order to enter. Father busied himself bargaining with the porters. Back then, I was quite the smart aleck, thinking he wasn’t a good negotiator, and had to restrain myself from butting in. Eventually, he finished the bargaining and took me onto the train. He picked a seat by the door, and I spread on the seat the expensive fur lined coat that he had made especially for me. He urged me to take care of myself and not to get cold at night. Then he asked the attendants to take care of me. I laughed at his silliness in my heart because those people cared only for money; and it was useless to ask a favor from them. Besides am I not old enough to take care of myself? Ai, in retrospect, I was really a smart aleck back then! I said: “Father, you can go.”He took a look out of the window, and said: “Let me buy some tangerines for you. You stay here. Don’t move.”I saw that beyond the railings on the other side of the platform, there were a couple of vendors waiting for customers. To get to the other side, however, one must jump down and climb up to get to that side of the railway. Father was rather fatand it was no small feat for him to get there. I wanted to go, but he wouldn’t allow me. so I had no choice but to let him go. I saw him with a black cap on his head, in a black jacket and a dark blue turquoise cotton padded robe, stumble to the railway and slowly make his way down, which wasn’t too difficult. But after he crossed the railway and tried to climb up onto the platform on the other side, it was not easy. His hands clung to the top, legs contracted up, his overweight body tilted to the left, as he painstakingly pulled himself up. Looking at his back, my tears flowed. I rushed to wipe away the tears, afraid of being seen by him, or by any others. When I looked out again, he was already on his way back, carrying the tangerines. At the railway, he placed the tangerines gently on the ground, slowly climbed down, then picked them up and moved on. When he got back, I rushed to help him. As he and I got back onto the train, he placed all the tangerines on my fur coat, patted the dirt off his jacket, and looked very satisfied. After a moment, he said to me: ”I am leaving now. Remember to write to me! ”I watched him get off the train. After a few steps, he turned back and saw me, saying “Go back. Your things are unattended..”I waited until he disappeared into the bustling crowd, and went back in and sat down. My tears came again. In recent years, father and I led separate lives due to our need to travel separate ways to make a living. The family financial situation deteriorated day by day. When father was young, he left his home to make his living. He had many admirable accomplishments by his own efforts. Who would have guessed that he would turn out a failure in his old age. It is no surprise that as he looks back on his life, he feels sad and disappointed that life has not been kind to him. Due to these circumstances, his feeling made him very temperamental and he vented his anger over even trivialities at home. He also treated me differently. But after 2 years of separation, he forgot all my failings that angered him and showed more interest in me and my son. After I settled in the north, he wrote a letter to me stating that: “I am okay but my shoulder hurts very badly; the pain causes me difficulties in using chopsticks or even lifting my writing brush. I think the end of my life is not too distant.”As I read this, thru my glistening eyes, I again see my father’s heavy back in that dark blue turquoise robe. Ai, I wonder when I shall see him again.背影朱自清我与父亲不相见已二年余了，我最不能忘记的是他的背影。
《背影》英文版
《背影》英⽂版The ShadowI haven’t seen my father for more than two years. I can’t forget most is the shadow.My grandmother passed away in the winter of that year. My father lost his job at the same time. It was such unfortunate days. I traveled from Beijing to Xuzhou to mourn for grandmother in my hometown. After I met father and saw a mess in the garden which let me miss grandmother, my tears dropped slowly. Father said:’ Things cannot be changed. You don’t have to be upset. Luckily, God is with us.’After selling some stuff, father paid the rent and borrowed some money to hold a funeral. We were getting through a difficult time these days. Half of the money was paid for the funeral and the other was for unemployment of father. Finishing the funeral, father was going to hunt for jobs in Nanjing. I was going to study in Beijing. Therefore, we go together.When I reached Nanjing, a friend of mine joined me to take a walk, so I had stayed for a day. I had to cross the river by ferry and took a train to the north. Father asked a waiter in the hotel who was well known by father to be on my side instead of him because he was too busy. He instructed the waiter again and again very carefully. However, he still can’t trust the waiter fully whom was worried not to be careful enough to me. Father had been irresolute for a long while. In fact, it was no problem for me who was 20 and has been to Beijing for several times alone. He has hesitated for some time, and finally decided to travel with me by himself. I had tried to persuade him not to go but it was no use. He just said:’ it’s no matter! They can’t look after you well.’We crossed the river and get into the station. I bought tickets while he was busy with the luggage. Luggage was so much that we had to pay tips to the carriers. I used to get a word in at that time, because I thought he wasn’t capable of speak perfectly. I cut in presumptuously as I think he bargained faultily. I lay the purple coat made by my father on the seat. He instructed me to be more careful at night and don’t get a cold. He also instructed the waiter to take good care of me. I laughted at he pedantry of him. They are just mercenary. It was no use to let them look after me. In addition, I was able to give consideration to myself in my age. I was so thinking my self clever then when I think now!I said:’I think you may leave, dad.’He looked out of the train and said:’I’m going to buy some oranges. You just stay here and don’t move.’I saws some sellers waiting for customers out of the fence of the railway plantform. It was more difficult for father to cross the rail and jump down and climb up in order to get to the opposite railway platform because he was fat. I saw he wearing hat made of black cloth, big black Chinese jacket and dark green cotton rade robe. It was fairly not difficult for him to walk to the rail totteringly and lean down slowly. However, it wasn’t easy to cross the rail and climb up to the opposite railway platform. His bothhands which were on the platform suppoerted him. His bothe legs strank then. His fat body tilted to left and displayed striving appearance. My tears dropped immdiately when I saw the shadow. I dried them quickly to prevent father and others from seeing it. When I looked ou again, he has carried oranges that were buring red and turned back. He put down oranges dispersedly on the ground at first. Then he climbed down an walked back with the oranges when passing the rail. When he got here, I rapidly went and gave him a hand. Going back on the train, he lay oranges compeletly on my coat. After that he swept down dirt on his clothes and pretended to be easy. After a while, he said:’I’m leaving. Please text me when you got there!’I stared at him as he walked out. He took some steps and turned around to see me. He said:’Just get in. There’s no one there.’After the shadow sneaked into the crowed, I came in and sat down. My tears dropped again.Father and I was kicking around these years, but the condition of home is worse and worse. He made a living alone and do business by himself when he was a teenager. He did a lot of great result. But he didn’t know his old age could be such dejected! He surely couldn’t control himself when he saw something made him upset. Trifles at home usually made him angry. He treated me gradually not asusual. However, he hasn’t seen me for 2 years recently and it made him forgive my badness. He was just concerned about my son and me. After I arrived the North, he wrote a letter to me. He said:’I am safe and sound, but my shoulder hurts violently. It’s inconvenient to put up and write. I am almost in the heaven.’Reading at this part, I saw the fat shadow in green sweater and black coat in my glittering tears. Oh, Gosh! I don’t know when I can meet him again!。
《背影》英文
It has been over two years since I last saw my father. It is the view of his back that is most unforgettable to me. That winter was a double tragedy for us as grandmother passed away and father was dismissed from his position. I left Beijing for Xuzhou to meet up with father to go back home for the funeral. In Xuzhou, when I saw father, and total mess of disorderly placed items in his yard, memories of grandma came flooding back, and my tears pther said, “ Things which happen cannot be changed. Don’t be so sad. There is always a way out.” Back home, by pawning and selling possessions, father paid off the debts and borrowed more money for the funeral. Those were gloomy days for the family, partly because of the funeral, and partly because father was now unemployed. After the funeral, father headed for Nanjing to seek work and I for Beijing to finish school. Therefore, we traveled together for a while. In Nanjing, a friend showed me around for a day; and the next morning, I was supposed to ferry to Pukou and take the train north that afternoon to Beijing. Father was busy and had decided not to see me off. Instead he asked a waiter who was an acquaintance, to accompany me. He repeatedly instructed the waiter on how to take care of me. Nevertheless, he still felt unsure, worrying that the waiter was not reliable, and reconsidered what to do for a while. Actually, I was already 20 years old then and had been traveling to and from Beijing several times on my own already. There was nothing really to worry about. He thought for a while, and finally decided to see me off himself. I tried several times to persuade him not to, but he only said: “It’s fine. I don’t trust him with you.” We crossed the river and entered the station; where I bought the ticket while he took care of the baggage. As there were so many pieces of luggage, we had to give some tips to the porter in order to enter. Father busied himself bargaining with the porters. Back then, I was quite the smart aleck, thinking he wasn’t a good negotiator, and had to restrain myself from butting in. Eventually, he finished the bargaining and took me onto the train. He picked a seat by the door, and I spread on the seat the expensive fur lined coat that he had made especially for me. He urged me to take care of myself and not to get cold at night. Then he asked the attendants to take care of me. I laughed at his silliness in my heart because those people cared only for money; and it was useless to ask a favor from them. Besides am I not old enough to take care of myself? Ai, in retrospect, I was really a smart aleck back then! I said: “Father, you can go.” He took a look out of the window, and said: “Let me buy some tangerines for you. You stay here. Don’t move.” I saw that beyond the railings on the other side of the platform, there were a couple of vendors waiting for customers. To get to the other side, however, one must jump down and climb up to get to that side of the railway. Father was rather fat
朱自清背影英文翻译
朱自清背影英文翻译集团文件发布号：（9816-UATWW-MWUB-WUNN-INNUL-DQQTY-朱自清背影(翻译)Rear-View of a Fading Figure (Original by Zhu Ziqing/Translation by alexcwlin)我与父亲不相见已二年余了，我最不能忘记的是他的背影。
I haven’t seen Dad for over two years, and what I can’t forget the most is the sight of him from the back as he was walking away.那年冬天，祖母死了，父亲的差使也交卸了，正是祸不单行的日子，我从北京到徐州，打算跟着父亲奔丧回家。
到徐州见着父亲，看见满院狼藉的东西，又想起祖母，不禁簌簌地流下眼泪。
父亲说，“事已如此，不必难过，好在天无绝人之路！”It was a double-whammy for our family in the winter of that year. Grandma passed away, and Dad lost his job. I travelled from Beijing to Xu Zhou and planned to accompany Dad home for the funeral. When I sawD ad’s house in disarray and thought about Grandma, I began to weep uncontrollably. Dad said: “Lighten up! Whatever happened, happened. There’s always light at the end of the tunnel.”回家变卖典质，父亲还了亏空；又借钱办了丧事。
朱自清 背影 英文翻译
The View of my Father’s Back Zhu ZiqingIt has been over two years since I last saw my father. It is the view of his back that is most unforgettable to me.That winter was a double tragedy for us as grandmother passed away and father was dismissed from his position. I left Beijing for Xuzhou to meet up with father to go back home for the funeral. In Xuzhou, when I saw father, and total mess of disorderly placed items in his yard, memories of grandma came flooding back, and my tears poured down out of control.Father said, “ Things which happen cannot be changed. Don’t be so sad. There is always a way out.”Back home, by pawning and selling possessions, father paid off the debts and borrowed more money for the funeral. Those were gloomy days for the family, partly because of the funeral, and partly because father was now unemployed.After the funeral, father headed for Nanjing to seek work and I for Beijing to finish school. Therefore, we traveled together for a while.In Nanjing, a friend showed me around for a day; and the next morning, I was supposed to ferry to Pukou and take the train north that afternoon to Beijing. Father was busy and had decided not to see me off. Instead he asked a waiter who was an acquaintance, to accompany me. He repeatedly instructed the waiter on how to take care of me. Nevertheless, he still felt unsure, worrying that the waiter was not reliable, and reconsidered what to do for a while. Actually, I was already 20 years old then and had been traveling to and from Beijing several times on my own already. There was nothing really to worry about. He thought for a while, and finally decided to see me off himself. I tried several times to persuade him not to, but he only said: “It’s fine. I don’t trust him with you.”We crossed the river and entered the station; where I bought the ticket while he took care of the baggage. As there were so many pieces of luggage, we had to give some tips to the porter in order to enter. Father busied himself bargaining with the porters. Back then, I was quite the smart aleck, thinking he wasn’t a good negotiator, and had to restrain myself from butting in. Eventually, he finished the bargaining and took me onto the train. He picked a seat by the door, and I spread on the seat the expensive fur lined coat that he had made especially for me. He urged me to take care of myself and not to get cold at night. Then he asked the attendants to take care of me. I laughed at his silliness in my heart because those people cared only for money; and it was useless to ask a favor from them. Besides am I not old enough to take care of myself? Ai, in retrospect, I was really a smart aleck back then!I said: “Father, you can go.” He took a look out of the window, and said:“Let me buy some tangerines fo r you. Y ou stay here. Don’t move.” I saw that beyond the railings on the other side of the platform, there were a couple of vendors waiting for customers. To get to the other side, however, one must jump down and climb up to get to that side of the railway. Father was rather fatand it was no small feat for him to get there. I wanted to go, but he wouldn’t allow me. so I had no choice but to let him go. I saw him with a black cap on his head, in a black jacket and a dark blue turquoise cotton padded robe, stumble to the railway and slowly make his way down, which wasn’t too difficult. But after he crossed the railway and tried to climb up onto the platform on the other side, it was not easy. His hands clung to the top, legs contracted up, his overweight body tilted to the left, as he painstakingly pulled himself up. Looking at his back, my tears flowed. I rushed to wipe away the tears, afraid of being seen by him, or by any others.When I looked out again, he was already on his way back, carrying the tangerines. At the railway, he placed the tangerines gently on the ground, slowly climbed down, then picked them up and moved on. When he got back, I rushed to help him. As he and I got back onto the train, he placed all the tangerines on my fur coat, patted the dirt off his jacket, and looked very satisfied. After a moment, he said to me: ”I am leaving now. Remember to write to me! ” I watched him get off the train. After a few steps, he turned back and saw me, saying “Go back. Y our things are unattended..” I wai ted until he disappeared into the bustling crowd, and went back in and sat down.My tears came again.In recent years, father and I led separate lives due to our need to travel separate ways to make a living. The family financial situation deteriorated day by day. When father was young, he left his home to make his living. He had many admirable accomplishments by his own efforts. Who would have guessed that he would turn out a failure in his old age. It is no surprise that as he looks back on his life, he feels sad and disappointed that life has not been kind to him. Due to these circumstances, his feeling made him very temperamental and he vented his anger over even trivialities at home. He also treated me differently. But after 2 years of separation, he forgot all my failings that angered him and showed more interest in me and my son. After I settled in the north, he wrote a letter to me stating that: “I am okay but my shoulder hurts very badly; the pain causes me difficulties in using chopsticks or even lifting my writing brush. I think the end of my life is not too distant.”As I read this, thru my glistening eyes, I again see my father’s heavy back in that dark blue turquoise robe. Ai, I wonder when I shall see him again.背影作者: 朱自清我与父亲不相见已二年余了，我最不能忘记的是他的背影。
朱自清 背影 英文翻译
朱自清背影(翻译)Rear-ViewofaFadingFigure(OriginalbyZhuZiqing/Translationbyalexcwlin)我与父亲不相见已二年余了，我最不能忘记的是他的背影。
Ihaven’tseenDadforovertwoyears,andwhatIcan’tforgetthemostisthesightofh imfromtheback ashewaswalkingaway.其实我那年已二十岁，北京已来往过两三次，是没有甚么要紧的了。
他踌躇了一会，终于决定还是自己送我去。
我两三回劝他不必去；他只说，“不要紧，他们去不好！”Inallfairness,therewasnothingtoworryaboutbecauseIwastwentyyearsoldandhadbeenthroughth eBeijingtriptwoorthreetimes.Itriedtotalkhimoutofitseveraltimesbuthesaid:“Itdoesn’tm atter.Irathergomyselfinsteadofthosepeople.”我们过了江，进了车站。
我买票，他忙着照看行李。
行李太多了，得向脚夫行些小费，才可过去。
他便又忙着和他们讲价钱。
我那时真是聪明过分，总觉他说话不大漂亮，非自己插嘴不可。
但他终于讲定了价钱；Isaid:“Dad,youshouldgo.”Hetookalookoutsidethetrain-cabinwindowandsaid:“Letmegoandbuyafewtangerines.Stayhereanddon’tmove.”Ilookedandsa wafewstreetvendorswaitingforcustomersoutsideofthefenceofthetrainplatformontheopposite side.Togettotheplatformonthatside,someonefromthissidehadtocrossthetraintracksbyclimbi ngdownandthenupthoseelevatedplatforms.Dadwassomewhatoverweight,andnaturallyitwouldtak esomeeffortforhimtogetacross.我本来要去的，他不肯，只好让他去。
【最新课件】09 朱自清《背影》两种英译 对比(共30张PPT)
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• 12我那时真是聪明过分(guò〃fèn)，总觉他说话不大漂亮，非自己插嘴
不可。
• （张） I was then such a smart aleck that I frowned upon the way father was haggling and on the verge of chipping in a few words when the bargain was finally clinched.
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背影 朱自清。他们只认得(rèn de)钱，托他们直是白托。我不知何时再能与他相见
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