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A Pickle Pot
李汉荣
Li Hanrong
母亲从乡下来，住了十天。临走时，她老人家想为我们添置一件东西，目个纪念。
Mother came from our home village. She stayed with us for ten days. When she was about toleave, she wanted to buy us something as a present.
母亲说：“你们什么都有，又好像什么都没有。电视机是你们的，里面走来走去都是些陌生的人，有时候，杀人犯、贼、贪官、小偷也在里面出出进进；收录机是你们的，可尽是人家在唱歌；书架上的书是你们的，可那都是别人写的字；电冰箱是你们的，一年四季都装一箱不知从哪里落下的霜。方便是方便，可就是没有一样是你们自己的。”
"You've got everything," she said, "but you seem to have got nothing. The TV set is yours, butthe people who walk back and forth in it are all strangers, even murderers, corrupt officials andthieves come in and out of it from bite to time. The radio cassette player is yours, but it's allothers who sing in it. The books on the shelf are yours, but they are all written fry others. Thefridge is yours, but all the year round it's filled with frost that comes from God knows where.Though they snake your life easy and comfortable, none of them BELONGS to you in the restsense of the word. "
走的那天，母亲起了个早，从街上抱回一个泡菜坛子。她说：“在坛子里腌一些菜吧，调调自家的口味。”
On the day she was to leave for home, she got up early in the morning and brought back apickle pot from the market. "Make some pickles in it," she said, "and have something that suitsyour own palate."
我们的家里，从此有了泡菜，有了自己的味道。朋友上门，我们时常以泡菜佐酒，微醉中，大家就会说：“乡下的味道，不错；不错，乡下的味道！”
Since then pickles of our own taste had been added to our diet. When we had guests, we oftenhad pickles to go with me. Slightly intoxicated, everyone would comment, "A country flavor,not bad. Not bad, a country flavor."
于是我们大家都有了自己的味道。再看那泡菜坛子，静静地守在资阵里，在喧嚣的日子，在钢筋棍凝土的单元里，守着一坛平静的心情，酝酿着古老而纯朴的乡下味道。
So we had something to our own taste. When we looked at the pot, it was standing quietly atthe corner. 。 Amid the hustle and bustle of our everyday life and in the apartment of reinforcedconcrete, the pot stood there by itself, brewing an old and simple flavor.
Fond Memories of Autumn
史铁生
Shi Tiesheng
双腿瘫痪后，我的脾气变得暴怒无常。望着天上北归的雁阵，我会突然把面前的玻璃砸碎；听着听着李谷一甜美的歌声，我会猛的把手边的东西摔向四周的墙壁。母亲就悄悄地躲出去，在我看不见的地方偷偷地听着我的动静。当一切恢复沉寂，她又悄悄地进来，眼边红红的，看着我。
When my legs were first paralyzed, my temper became terrible. Looking at the lines of wildgeese flying back north, I would suddenly smash the window pane in front of me. Listening tothe sweet songs sung by the famous singer Li Guyi, I would throw whatever happened to be onhand at the wall. On these occasions Mother would steal out quietly, watching me from a placewhere I could not see her. When I calmed down, she would come back softly and gaze at mewith sad eyes.
“听说北海的花儿都开了，我推着你去走走。”她总是这么说。母亲喜欢花，可自从我的腿瘫痪后，她侍弄的那些花都死了。
“They say that the flowers in Beihai Park are in bloom now. Let me wheel you there,” she usedto say. Mother loved flowers dearly, but ever since my legs became paralyzed, all her flowershad died.
“不，我不去！”我狠命地捶打这两条可恨的腿，喊着，“我活着有什么劲！”母亲扑过来抓住我的手，忍住哭声说：“咱娘儿俩在一块儿，好好儿活，好好儿活……”
“No, I won’t go!” I shouted, while beating my cursed legs as hard as I could. “What am I stillliving for?” Mother would then rush up to me, holding my hands in hers and saying betweensubdued sobs, “The two of us should live together happily, happily…”
可我却一直都不知道，她的病已经到了那步田地。后来妹妹告诉我，她常常肝疼得整宿翻来覆去地睡不了觉。
Although I did not know it, she had been seriously ill herself all the time. It was my youngersister who told me later that mother had often been kept awake the whole night with pains inthe liver.
那天我又独自坐在屋里，看着窗外的树叶唰唰啦啦地飘落。母亲进来了，挡住窗前：“北海的菊花开了，我推着你去看看吧。”她憔悴的脸上现出央求般的神色。“什么时候？”“你要是愿意，就明天？”她说。我的回答已经让她喜出望外了。“好吧，就明天。”我说。她高兴得一会儿坐下，一会站起：“那就赶紧准备准备。”“哎呀，烦不烦？几步路，有什么好准备的！”她也笑了，坐在我身边，絮絮叨叨地说着：“看完菊花，咱们就去‘仿膳’，你小时候最爱吃那儿的豌豆黄儿。还记得那回我带你去北海吗？你偏说那杨树花是毛毛虫，跑着，一脚踩扁一个……”她忽然不说了。对于“跑”和“踩”一类的字眼儿，她比我还敏感。她又悄悄地出去了。
One day I was alone in the room, watching the rustling fall of autumn leaves through thewindow when Mother came in. She stood between me and the window and said, “Thechrysanthemums in Beihai are blossoming. Do let me take you there for a visit.” Her sad eyes inher haggard face silently implored me. “When?” I asked.“Tomorrow, if it suits you,” she replied,pleasantly surprised at my interest.“Okay, tomorrow then,” I agreed. She was so delighted thatshe did not know whether to sit or to stand.“Let’s get ready right now,” she suggested. “Oh,what a bore! Do we need to get ready for a park just a few steps away?”I said. She burst outlaughing herself, sat down beside me and murmured, “After we’ve seen the chrysanthemums,we’ll dine at Fang Shan Restaurant. You used to love their puree of peas best when you were alittle boy. Still remember our last tour to Beihai? You insisted that the poplar flowers be wormsand ran to stamp on them one by one…” Here she broke off abruptly, more sensitive towords like “run” than I ever was. She went out again gently.
她出去了，就再也没有回来。
Yes, she went out, never to come back.
邻居们把她抬上车时，她还在大口大口地吐着鲜血。我没想到她已经病成那样。看着三轮车远去，她绝没有想到那竟是永远的诀别。
When the neighbors carried her onto the tricycle flatcart, she was still vomiting mouthfuls ofblood. I had never thought she could have been so seriously ill. Watching the three-wheeler go,I had not expected it would be her departure to eternity.
邻居的小伙子背着我去看她的时候，她正艰难地呼吸着，像她那一生艰难的生活。别人告诉我，她昏迷前的最后一句话是：“我那个有病的儿子和我那个还未成年的女儿……”
The young man next door carried me on his back to the hospital to see her. She was gaspingher last, in just the same way as she had lived her entire hard life. I was told later that her lastwords before passing away were: “I have an invalid son and an unmarried daughter…”
又是秋天，妹妹推我去北海看了菊花。黄色的花淡雅，白色的花高洁，紫红色的花热烈而深沉，泼泼洒洒，秋风中正开得烂漫。我懂得母亲没有说完的话。妹妹也懂，我俩在一块儿，要好好儿活……
It was another autumn when my sister wheeled me to Beihai park to see the chrysanthemums.The yellow ones were simple and elegant; the white ones, pure and noble; and the purple ones,warm and deep; all were in full bloom, dancing in the autumn breeze. I came to know whatmother hadn’t had time to finish, and so did my sister. We should live together happily…
The Miao Dragon-Boat Festival
龙船节，是黔东南清水江上苗族人民最盛大的节日。节日里，聚会的苗族同胞，每年有三四万人。
The Dragon-Boat Festival is the most important celebration of the Miao people, who live alongthe Qingshui Rwerin southeastem Guizhou Province. Every year between 30,000 and 40,000Miaos participate in the festivities.
龙，在苗族人心目中是吉祥如意的象征。苗家姑娘最爱将龙的变形图案打制成银饰装点在头上，或刺绣在衣裙中，编织于围腰上。
In the eyes of the Miaos, the dragon is a symbol of good luck. Girls like to adorn their hair withsilver omaments shaped like dragons and wear clothes embroidered or woven with dragonpatterns.
苗族人民制作的龙船，十分精巧、美观。龙身由一只母船和两只子船捆扎而成，叫做“子母船”。无论子船还是母船，皆为独木镂空。两米多长的龙头，用水柳木雕刻，装有一对一米多长的龙角。龙头以主色不同，分为赤龙、青龙、黄龙。从施秉县的平兆到台江县的六河，每个苗族寨子都建有“龙篷”，用来保护龙船。因龙船身长25米，“龙篷”建成七格，每格将近四米长，当地又称之为“七间房”。
The Miaos build exquisite"dragon boats," which are in reality a body formed from three canoes-one large and two small-that are strung together. A carved head, painted red, blue, or yellow, ismade from the trunk of a weeping willow tree. It is 2 meters long and sports a pair of horns. Aspecial shelter in seven parts, extending 28 meters, to house dragon boatshas been built inevery Miao village along the Qingshui River from Pingzhao in Shibing county to Liuhe in Taijiangcounty.
每年农历5月24日至27日，几十个村寨相继举行龙船节。当地习惯，从16日开始，只要全寨薅完秧，本寨的龙船便可下水。因此，从龙船下水的早晚，可以看出各寨的农事生产进度，在勤劳的苗家人民心中，龙船节到了，地里的秧还未薅完，这是莫大的耻辱。
The Miao Dragon-Boat Festivalis celebrated from the 24th to the 27th ofthe fifth lunar month.But according to local custom, people are allowed to send their dragon boats down the riverafter the 16th, provided that they have finished weeding their fields. The earlier appearance ofthe boats onthe river tesifies to the villagers' efficiency, and conscientious peasants con-siderit a shame not to finish weeding before the festivities begin.
节日期间，家家户户酿米酒，包粽粑，走亲访友，宴请宾朋。出嫁的姑娘必须携带粽粑、鹅鸭等礼物回娘家，同父母兄妹团聚。龙船出发之前，一位歌师唱首吉祥歌，祝愿船只平安。
During the festival, each family makes r:ice wine and zongba (a kind of dump-ling made ofglutinous rice) and calls on friends and relatives. Married womenvisit their parents' homesbearing gifts-zongba, geese, and ducks.
每只龙船都有一位鼓头。他是一切活动的主持者，由全寨推选出来的德高望重的老人担任。鼓头身着长袍马褂，坐在龙颈上击鼓发令，男扮女装的鼓锣手，由十岁左右的孩童充任。40位水手，身着青布上衣、士林蓝裤子，腰系银饰花带，手握五尺木桨，整齐划一，甚是威武。水手头上的那特制的马尾斗笠，原是清水江上游苗族姑娘出嫁时的陪嫁品，却成了龙船节水手们必备的一件装饰物。
In each boat, an old man rides straddling the dragon's neck. He is the mostrespected man inthe village, chosen by the villagers to be the coxswain. Wearing a gown and a mandarinjacket,the old man beats a drum to set the pace for the oarsmen, and severalboys about 10 years ofage, wearmg dresses,beat drums and gongs. The oarsmen, 40 in all, wield 5-foot-longwooden oars. These powerful-looking men wear horsetail-shaped hats, blue jacketsandtrousers, and embroidered waistbands pinned with silver ornaments. The hats, traditionallydowry gifts for girls from the upper reaches of theQingshui River, have become an essentialfeature of the costumes worn bythe dragon-boat oarsmen.
苗族龙船节，与汉族的端午节不同。除时间不同外，一般不举行竞赛，主要活动是串寨子，走亲访友。清晨，龙船开始在江水中游动，所到之处，亲尤们纷纷到岸边“接龙”。龙船过寨，鸣放铁炮传告亲友，岸上以鞭炮声相呼应。亲友们上前，向船上的人各敬两杯米酒，并将礼品--鹅鸭、彩绸挂于龙头。如系女婿、姑舅等至亲，送上的礼物则是猪羊。
The Miao Dragon-Boat Festival differs from the Han celebration. They are not celebrated on thesame date (the Hans' takes place on the fifth day of thefifth lunar month)， and they followdifferent traditions. While the Hans only hold dragon-boat races during the festival, theMiaostake the opportunity to visit friends and relatives. Before a dragon-boat setsout,somebody sings an auspicious song to the boatmen, wishing them agood voyage. Young menset out in boats early in the morning. When they approach a village, they fire guns toannounce their arrival. The villagers setoff firecrackers in response and then go to meet them.The hosts present twocups of rice wine to each oarsman and then tie gifts for their relatives-ducks, geese, and colored silks-onto the heads of the dragons. The tradi-tional gifts for sons-in.law, uncles, and nephews are pigs or sheep.
下午四时左右，龙船靠岸休息，水手们将糯米饭团和肉类放置船帮上就餐。不用碗筷，双手捏出的糯米饭团格外清香可口。岸上的妇女和小孩纷纷前来“讨路边饭”。传说，吃了龙船上的食品，能消灾免难，百事如愿。后来，这就成为传统的风俗习惯。
At 4 p.m. the boats stop alongside the riverbank. The drummers and oars~men on the boatseat glutinous rice balls and meat with their fingers. Womenand children on the shore ask theboatmen to share their food. It is said thateating food from a dragon-boat protects one fromdisaster and gives goodluck.
岸上，还有苗家传统的赛马、斗牛、踩鼓等活动。姑娘们身着节日盛装，应着木鼓鼓点翩翩起舞。飞歌往来，昼夜不绝，青年男女通过对歌，互相了解，建立感情，增进团结和友谊，以致结成幸福家庭。
Horse races and bullfights are held during the festival. Girls in holiday dress dance to theaccompaniment of drums. It is not unusual for young people to meet their future spouses atthe songfests held on festival nights.
A Few Memories of Mr. Lu Xun
萧红
Xiao Hong
鲁迅先生家里的花瓶，好像画上所见的西洋女子用以取水的瓶子，灰蓝色，有点从瓷釉而自然堆起的纹痕，瓶口的两边，还有两个瓶耳，瓶里种的是几棵万年青。
Mr. Lu Xun had a plant pot in his sitting-room. It looked like the jar European women fetchedwater with, as shown in paintings. It was of a bluish-gray, with a few ripples naturally embossedwith its own glaze and, on either side of it, there was a handle close to the top. Planted in itwas some evergreen.
我第一次看到这花的时候，我就问过：
The first time I visited Mr. Lu Xun I asked:
“这叫什么名字？屋中既不生火炉，也不冻死？”
“What is the name of this plant? There is no fire in the room, but it is not frozen.”
每一次，走进鲁迅家里去，那是快近黄昏的时节，而且是个冬天，所以那楼下室稍微有一点暗，同时鲁迅先生的纸烟，当它离开嘴边而停在桌角的地方，那烟纹的卷痕一直升腾到他有一些白丝的发梢那么高。而且再升腾就看不见了。
It was toward evening one winter day. The sitting-room downstairs was dim. Mr. Lu Xun wassmoking a cigarette. When he took it away from his lips, holding it between his fingers at thecorner of his desk, small puffs rose as high as the top of his grayish hair and, further up, theywere no longer visible.
“这花，叫‘万年青’，永久这样！”他在花瓶旁边的烟灰盒中，抖掉了纸烟上的灰烬，那红的烟火，就越红了，好像一朵小花似的，和他的袖口相距离着。
“This plant is called evergreen. It’s always like that.” He flicked the cigarette ash to the ashtraynext to the pot and the cigarette grew redder still like a small flower glimmering two or threeinches from the cuff of his sleeve.
“这花不怕冻？”以后，我又问过，记不得是在什么时候了。
“It is not affected by the cold, is it?” I asked another time, not remembering exactly when.
许先生说：“不怕的，最耐久！”而且她还拿着瓶口给我摇着。
“No, it is not.” said Mrs. Lu. “It’s a very tough plant.” She held the pot by the top, shaking it forme to see.
我还看到了那花瓶的底边是一些圆石子，以后，因为熟识了的缘故，我就自己动手看过一两次，又加上这花瓶是常常摆在客厅的黑色长桌上，又加上自己是来自寒带的北方，对于这在四季里都不凋零的植物，总带着一点惊奇。而现在这“万年青”依旧活着，每次到许先生家去，看到那束花，有时仍站在那黑色的长桌上，有时站在鲁迅先生照像的前面。
I noticed there were some pebbles around the bottom. Later, as I got to know them better,went up to the black table once or twice for a closer look at the plant. As I came from the coldnorth I always wondered why this plant did not wither even in winter.
花瓶是换了，用一个玻璃瓶装着，看得到淡黄色的须根，站在瓶底。
The plant was now still alive. Sometimes it was placed on the black table, other times in front ofMr. Lu Xun’s photograph. But it had been transplanted into a glass pot through which theiryellowish roots could be seen at the bottom.
有时候许先生一面和我们谈论着，一面检查房中所有的花草。看一看叶子是不是黄了？该剪掉的剪掉，该洒水的洒水，因为不停地动作是她的习惯。有时候就检查着这“万年青”，有时候就谈着鲁迅先生，就在他的照像前面谈着，但那感觉，却像谈着古人那么悠远了。
Mrs. Lu would chat with us while moving from one plant to another, checking if any of them hadturned yellow or needed clipping or watering. She would keep herself busy in her room.Sometimes she examined the evergreen, sometimes she talked of Mr. Lu Xun, in front of hisphotograph, as if of someone of remote past.
至于那花瓶呢？站在墓地的青草上面去了，而且瓶底已经丢失，虽然丢失了也就让它空空地站在墓边。我所看到的是从春天一直站到秋天；它一直站到邻旁墓头的石榴树开了花而后结成了石榴。
But where was the pot now? It was standing in the graveyard, in the grass, its bottom missing.The bottomless, empty pot had been there spring through autumn until the pomegranate atthe head of the neighboring tomb had blossomed and borne fruit.
从开炮以后，只有许先生绕道去过一次，别人就没有去过。当然那墓草是长得很高了，而且荒了，还说什么花瓶，恐怕鲁迅先生的瓷半身像也要被荒了的草埋没到他的胸口。
Since the Japanese bombardment of Shanghai only Mrs. Lu has made a detour to visit thetomb, but no others have ever been there. The tomb must have been overgrown with wildgrass and the porcelain bust of Mr. Lu Xun buried up to the chest, not to mention what wouldhave happened to the pot.
我们在这边，只能写纪念鲁迅先生的文章，而谁去努力剪齐墓上的荒草？我们是越来越远了，但无论多么远，那荒草是总要记在心上的。
As for us over here, there is not much we can do but write some memorial articles. But whowill go and trim the grass on his tomb? We are getting further and further away from him, butno matter how far away we are, we must remember the grass on his tomb.
读读书
Francis Bacon
弗朗西斯�培根
Studies serve for delight, for ornament, and for ability. Their chief use for delight, is inprivateness and retiring; for ornament, is in discourse; and for ability, is in the judgmentand disposition of business.For expert men can execute, and perhaps judge of particulars,one by one; but the general counsels, and the plots and marshalling of affairs, come best fromthose that are learned.
读书足以冶情，足以***，足以长才。其冶情也，最见于独处幽居之时；其***也，最见于高谈阔论之中；其长才也，最见于处世判事之际。练达之士虽能分别处理细事或一一判别枝节，然纵观统筹、全局策划，则非好学深思者莫属。
To spend too much time in studies is sloth; to use them too much for ornament, isaffectation; to make judgment wholly by their rules, is the humour of a scholar.
读书费时过多易惰，文采藻饰太盛则矫，全凭条文断事乃学究故态。
They perfect nature, and are perfected by experience: for natural abilities are like natural plants,that need pruning by study; and studies themselves do give forth directions too much at large,except they be bounded in by experience.
读书补天然之不足，经验又补读书之不足；因为天生才干犹如自然花草，读书之后方知如何修剪移接，而书中所示，如不以经验范之，则又大而无当。
Crafty men contemn studies, simple men admire them, and wise men use them; for they teachnot their own use; but that is a wisdom without them, and above them, won by observation.
有手艺者鄙读书，无知者羡读书，唯明智之士用读书，然书并不以用处告人，用书之智不在书中，而在书外，全凭观察得之。
Read not to contradict and confute; nor to believe and take for granted; nor to find talk anddiscourse; but to weigh and consider. Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed,and some few to be chewed and digested; that is, some books are to be read only in parts;others to be read, but not curiously; and some few to be read wholly, and with diligence andattention. Some books also may be read by deputy, and extracts made of them by others; butthat would be only in the less important arguments, and the meaner sort of books; else distilledbooks are, like common distilled waters, flashy things.
读书时不可存心诘难作者，不可尽信书上所言，亦不可只为寻章摘句，而应推敲细思。书有可浅尝者，有可吞食者，少数则须咀嚼消化。换言之，有只须读其部分 者，有只须大体涉猎者，少数则须全读，读时须全神贯注、孜孜不倦。书亦可请人代读，摘要也可请人代作，但只限题材较次或价值不高者，否则书经提炼犹如水经 蒸馏，淡而无味矣。
Reading makes a full man; conference a ready man; and writing and exact man. And therefore,if a man write little, he had need have a great memory; if he confer little, he had need have apresent wit; and if he read little, he head need have much cunning, to seem to know that hedoes not.
读书使人充实，讨论使人机智，笔记使人准确。因此不常动笔者须记忆特强，不常讨论者须天生聪颖，不常读书者须欺世有术，始能无知而显有知。
Histories make men wise; poets witty; the mathematics subtle; natural philosophy deep; moralgrave; logic and rhetoric able to contend. Abeunt studia in mores.
读史使人明智，读诗使人灵秀，数学使人周密，科学使人深刻，伦理学使人庄重，逻辑修辞使人善辩。凡有所学，皆成性格。
Nay there is no stond or impediment in the wit, but may be wrought out by fit studies: like asdiseases of the body may have appropriate exercises. Bowling is good for the stone and reins;shooting for the lungs and breast; gentle walking for the stomach; riding for the head; and thelike.
人之才智如有滞碍，无不可读适当之书使之顺畅，一如身体百病，皆可借相宜之运动除之。保龄利睾肾，射箭利胸肺，慢步利肠胃，骑马利头脑，诸如此类。
So if a man's wit be wandering, let him study the mathematics; for in demonstrations, if his witbe called away never so little, he must begin again. If his wit be not apt to distinguish or finddifferences, let him study the schoolmen; for they are cymini sectores. If he be not apt to beatover matters, and to call up one thing to prove and illustrate another, let him study thelawyers' cases. So every defect of the mind may have a special receipt.
如智力不集中，可令读数学，因为演题须全神贯注，稍有分散即须重演；如不能辩异，可令读经院哲学，因为研究经院哲学者吹毛求疵者也；如不善分析论证，不善以一物阐证另一物，可令读律师之案卷。头脑中凡有缺陷，皆有特药可医。
The Forgetful Song Thrush
蓝曼
Lan man
那天，我刚刚走进滨河公园，便听到从小树林中传出了画眉的叫声。顺声走去，我看见一只画眉正在花坛里跳来跳去。我仔细观察，寻找它腿上应该有的细索，结果没有看到。啊，这是一只跳出樊笼自由的鸟儿。它自由自在地，一会儿跳上月季的花枝，扬起头来歌唱一阵，一会儿又跳进草丛里，尾巴一翘一翘，向我张望。它那得意的神态，确实招人喜爱。
The other day when I went into Riverside Park, I was greeted by the chirrup of a song thrushfrom a grove. Walking towards the sound I saw the thrush hopping about in a flower bed. Ilooked carefully trying to spot a tiny piece of string that should have been fastened to its leg,but in vain. Ah, it must have escaped from its cage. It was a free bird! One moment it jumpedonto a rose spray and sang with its head high, the next it plunged into the grass and looked atme with its tail waving up and down. Its proud and self-satisfied manner was really enchanting.
在离它不远的草地上，有一只鸟笼。涂了漆的竹篾儿，根根洁净、整齐。笼顶上的那个大笼钩儿，锃明瓦亮。笼门上还挂着一个大红绒穗子，好看极了。若与住房比拟，这可算是一幢相当豪华的住宅了。
Not far from the bird on the grass was a bird cage. It was made of painted bamboo strips andlooked neat and clean. On top of the cage stood a big gleaming metal hook. From the cage-door hung a fiery red tassel, which added to the magnificence of the cage. As birdhouses go,this was certainly a luxurious residence.
在附近的马缨花树下，一位老人正坐着打瞌睡。看来，他就是鸟笼的主人。他听到我的脚步声，睁开了睡眼。我主动向他打招呼：
An old man was dozing under a nearby hibiscus tree. He seemed to be the owner of the cage.Hearing my approaching steps he opened his eyes. I began the dialogue.
“老师傅，你的画眉逃出了笼子！”
"Hello. You bird has got out."
“是的，让它散散步。”
"Yeah. Let it go for a stroll."
“不怕它飞走了么？”我说。
"Aren't you afraid it might fly away?"
老人望了望我，又冷冷一笑：“飞走，往哪儿飞！它舍不得那个食罐儿！”
The old man cast a glance at me and gave an uncaring smile. "Fly away? But why should it? Itcan't leave the food bowl."
我望望食罐儿，并没有什么特殊之处，只不过是细瓷印有一枝梅花罢了。罐中的鸟食是些黄澄澄的颗粒，有一缕野草的清香散发出来。这不外乎把泡软了的小米拌上煮熟了的蛋黄，也许又加了一点什么香料之类，没有什么稀奇。
Examining the bowl carefully, I found nothing special about it. It was no more than a small finechina bowl with a plum design on the side. The bird food in it was some yellow grains whichgave off the refreshing smell of wild grass. I thought it must be a mixture of soaked millet andthe yolk of boiled eggs, perhaps with some condiments added to it. There was nothing specialabout it.
我把我的看法向老人说了。他摇了摇头，没有说什么，只冲着我微笑。我不好再追问他，也许在养鸟这门学问里面，各有各的绝招儿，其中奥秘不愿告人。
I told the old man what was on my mind, but he just shook his head and smiled at me withoutsaying a word. I knew better than to keep on inquiring, for each has his own tricks in raisingbirds and such secrets must never be given away.
这里我瞧见那只自由的鸟儿，从从容容地走进了笼门儿。啪的一声，老人随后把笼门关上。画眉得意洋洋，立在食罐上正啄食那黄澄澄的颗粒。我走出公园想着，那食罐里放了什么样的“迷魂药”，竟使一只美丽的画眉，只会唱歌而忘却了自己的一双翅膀？！
Just at that moment I saw the carefree bird walk into the cage at a leisurely pace. Seeing thathis bird was re-encaged, the old man slid down the cage-door with a click. Standing on the rimof the bowl complacently, the thrush had already begun to peck at its food. As I left the park, Iturned over in my mind a recurring question—what was the magic in the food that had madethis beautiful bird sing so happily but forget about its wings?
论领导
What is leadership?
什么是领导？
Its qualities are difficult to define. But they are not so difficult to identity.
领导应具备什么样的素质，这很难精确的解说，但辨认直陈却也不难。
Leaders don’t force other people to go along with them. They bring them along. Leaders getcommitment from others by giving it themselves, by building an environment that encouragescreativity, and by operating with honesty and fairness.
领导者不强制别人与自己协调一致，而是帮助他们跟上。领导者让别人承担义务，首先自己承担义务，造成一种能鼓励创造的环境，待人诚恳，处事公正。
Leaders demand much of others, but also much of themselves. They are ambitions- not only forthemselves, but also for those who work with them. They seek to attract, retain and developother people to their full abilities.
领导者对人要求很多，同时也给人很多。他们有雄心壮志，不仅为自己，也为和他们一道工作的人。他们设法吸引人才，留住他们，使他们充分发挥才能。
Good leaders aren’t lone rangers. They recognize that an organization’s strategies for successrequire the combined talents and efforts of many people. Leadership is the catalyst fortransforming those talents into result.
好的领导者不是独行侠。 他们认识到一个组织要获得成功，其方针在于吧许多人的才能和力量集中起来。领导艺术是一种催化剂， 把众人的才智转化成业绩。
Leaders know that when there are two opinions on an issue, one is not bound to be wrong.They recognize that hustle and rush are the allies of superficiality. They are open to newideas, but they explore their ramifications thoroughly.
领导者明白，这争论的问题上出现两种意见时，并非必然有一种是错的。他们认识到匆忙草率就会促成肤浅片面。他们愿意接受新的设想或建议，但对他们的细节和后果要做认真的探讨。
Successful leaders are emotionally and intellectually oriented to the future-not wedded to thepast. They have a hunger to take responsibility, to innovate, and to initiate. They are notcontent with merely taking care of what’s already there. They want to move forward to createsomething new.
成功的领导者无论是在感情上还是在理智上都着眼于未来而不是眷恋过去。他们渴望负责改革，开拓。他们不满足于仅仅守成，他们要前进要创新。
Leaders provide answers as well as direction, offer strength as well as dedication, and speakfrom experience as well as understanding of the problems they face and the people they workwith.
领导者不惊给予方向性的指导，也对问题和要求给予具体的解答，不仅示以现身精神而且给予力量。他们说话既根据经验，也根据问题认识和对同事的了解
Leaders are flexible rather than dogmatic. They believe in unity rather than conformity. Andthey strive to achieve consensus out of conflict.
领导者处事灵活而不武断。他们认为与其循规蹈矩不如协调一致。他们力图在矛盾冲突中秋的意见统一！
Leadership is all about getting people consistently to give their best, helping them to grow totheir fullest potential, and motivating them to work toward a common good. Leader make theright things happen when they’re supposed to.
领导艺术全在于使下级工作人员不断的发挥所长，帮助他们最大限度地发掘潜力，推动他们为共同事业而奋斗。领导者务使该办的事情按时完成。
A good leader, an effective leader, is one who has respect. Respect is something you have inorder to get. A leader who has respect for other people at all levels of an organization. For thework they do, and for their abilities, aspirations and needs, will find that respect is return. Andall concerned will be motivated to work together.
好的领导者，卓有成效的领导者，善于对人关怀尊重。要的到人尊重必须尊重别人。领导者对本组织各级人员都表示尊重，对他们的工作，能力，愿望与要求表示关怀，他就会发现人家也尊重他关怀他。这样，所有有关人员都会激励起来共同努力。
If I Were King
聂绀弩
Nie Gannu
在电影刊物上看见一个影片的名字：《我若为王》。从这影片的名字，我想到和影片毫无关系的另外的事。我想，自己如果做了王，这世界会成为一种怎样的光景呢？这自然是一种完全可笑的幻想，我根本不想做王，也根本看不起王，王是什么东西呢？难道我脑中还有如此封建的残物么？而且真想做王的人，他将用他的手法去打天下，决不会放在口里说的。但是假定又假定，我若为王，这世界会成为一种怎样的光景？
Recently in a movie magazine I came across the title of a film: If I Were King. It has put me inmind of something entirely foreign to the film in question. I wonder what would become of thisworld if I myself were king. This is of course a ridiculous fancy, for being a king is the last thingI aspire to and also a thing I utterly despise. What the hell is a king? How can I still be sofeudalistic in my mind? Moreover, if one is really bent on being a king, he will try to carry out hisdesign by deeds instead of by words. But, to put it hypothetically, suppose I were king, whatwould this world look like?
我若为王，自然我的妻就是王后了。我的妻的德性，我不怀疑，为王后只会有余的。但纵然没有任何德性，纵然不过是个娼妓，那时候，她也仍旧是王后。一个王后是如何地尊贵呀，会如何地被人们像捧着天上的星辰一样捧来捧去呀，假如我能够想象，那一定是一件有趣的事情。
If I were king, my wife would of course be queen. With all her moral excellence, of which I makeno doubt, she would be more than qualified for being a queen. But even if she had no virtueto speak of, or were just a whore, she would be queen all the same. Imagine how noble anddignified a queen would be and how people would keep lauding her to the skies like mad! It isindeed great fun for me to visualize all of this.
我若为王，我的儿子，假若我有儿子，就是太子或王子了，我并不以为我的儿子会是一无所知，一无所能的白痴，但纵然是一无所知一无所能的白痴，也仍旧是太子或王子。一个太子或王子是如何地尊贵呀，会如何地被人们像捧天上的星星一样地捧来捧去呀。假如我能想象，倒是件不是没有趣味的事。
If I were king, my son, if any, would be crown prince or prince. I don't think my son will beignorant or worthless in every way like an idiot. But even if that were not the case, he wouldstill be crown prince or prince. Imagine how noble and dignified a crown prince or prince wouldbe and how people would keep lauding him to the skies like mad! It is indeed great fun for meto visualize all of this.
我若为王，我的女儿就是公主；我的亲眷都是皇亲国戚。无论他们怎样丑陋，怎样顽劣，怎样……也会被人们像捧天上的星星一样捧来捧去，因为他们是贵人。
If I were king, my daughters would be princesses, and my relatives by marriage would allbecome members of the royal family. No matter how ugly and perverse or whatnot they were,people would keep lauding them to the skies like mad just the same because they weredignitaries.
我若为王，我的姓名就会改作：“万岁”，我的每一句话都成为：“圣旨”。我的意欲、我的贪念，乃至每一个幻想，都可竭尽全体臣民的力量去实现，即使是无法实现的。我将没有任何过失，因为没有人敢说它是过失；我将没有任何罪行，因为没有人敢说它是罪行。没有人敢呵斥我，指摘我，除非把我从王位上赶下来。但是赶下来，就是我不为王了。我将看见所有的人们在我面前低头，鞠躬，匍匐，连同我的尊长、我的师友，和从前曾经在我面前昂头阔步耀武扬威的人们。我将看不见一个人的脸，所看见的只是他们的头顶或帽盔儿。或者所能看见的脸都是谄媚的，乞求的，快乐的时候不敢笑，不快乐的时候不敢不笑，悲戚的时候不敢哭，不悲戚的时候不敢不哭的脸。我将听不见人们的真正的声音，所能听见的都是低微的柔婉的畏葸和娇痴的，唱小旦的声音：“万岁，万岁！万万岁！”这是他们的全部语言。“有道明君！伟大的主上啊！”这是那语言的全部内容。 没有在我之上的人了，没有和我同等的人了，我甚至会感到单调，寂寞和孤独。
If I were king, I would be addressed as "Your Majesty" and every word of mine would become a"royal edict"。 All my subjects would leave no stone unturned to carry out every will, everyavaricious desire and even every whim of mine, even though they were beyond the possible. Iwould do no wrong simply because no one dared to call it a wrong. I would commit no crimesimply because no one dared to call it a crime. No one would dare to berate or find fault withme unless I was removed from the throne, which meant that I was no longer the king. I wouldsee all people hang their heads, bow low or prostrate themselves at my feet, including myrespected elders, teachers, friends and even those who had used to swagger arrogantly infront of me. I could see none of their faces; all I could see were the tops of their heads or thehats or helmets on their heads. The only faces I could see would be ingratiating or supplicating—faces that dared not smile to express joy; faces that dared not refrain from a forced smilewhen there was no joy at all to justify a smile; faces that dared not to cry to express sorrow;faces that dared not refrain from a feigned cry when there was no sorrow to justify a cry. Icould hear no true voices of my people. All I could hear would be the feeble, soft, timid andaffected voice, like that of female Peking opera singer, chanting, "Long live the King!" Thatwould be their language in toto. "Great is the King, our enlightened lord!" That would be thesole content of their language. There would be no one above me or on an equal footing withme. I would even feel bored, lonely and isolated.
为什么人们要这样呢？为什么要捧我的妻，捧我的儿女和亲眷呢？因为我是王，是他们的主子，我将恍然大悟：我生活在这些奴才们中间，连我所敬畏的尊长和师友也无一不是奴才，而自己也不过是一个奴才的首领。
Why would people behave like that? Why would they flatter my wife, my children and myrelatives? Because I was king, their master. It would suddenly dawn on me that living amongthese flunkeys, including my esteemed elders, teachers and friends, I myself, too, was nothingbut a mere head flunkey.
我是民国国民，民国国民的思想和生活习惯使我深深地憎恶一切奴才或奴才相，连同敬畏的尊长和师友们。请科学家们不要见笑，我以为世界之所以还有待于改进者，全因为有这些奴才的缘故。生活在奴才们中间，作奴才们的首领，我将引为生平的最大耻辱，最大的悲哀。我将变成一个暴君，或者反而是明君：我将把我的臣民一齐杀死，连同尊长和师友，不准一个奴种留在人间。我将没有一个臣民，我将不再是奴才们的君主。
I am the citizen of the Republic. Being accustomed to the mode of thinking and living of arepublican citizen, I would deeply abhor all servility and flunkeys, including my esteemedelders, teachers and friends. Dear scientists, please don't laugh at me. Methinks the world isvery much in need of reform simply because of the presence of these flunkeys. I would regardit as the deepest disgrace and sorrow of my life to live among the flunkeys and become theirchief. I would rather become a tyrant or an enlightened king so that I could kill off all mysubjects, among them my respected elders, teachers and friends, and have the flunkeysspecies exterminated once for all. Then, with all my subjects gone, I would no longer be theking of flunkeys.
我若为王，将终于不能为王，却也真地为古今中外最大的王了。“万岁，万岁，万万岁！”我和全世界的真的人们一同三呼。
If I were king and ultimately ended up becoming no king at all, I would indeed be the greatestking that had ever breathed since time immemorial. I would join true people all the world over ingiving three cheers for myself.