感谢转自：英语世界
雪
Snow
文/鲁迅
译/徐英才
暖国得雨，向来没有变过冰冷得坚硬得灿烂得雪花。博识得人们觉得他单调，他自己也以为不幸否耶？江南得雪，可是滋润美艳之至了；那是还在隐约着得青春得消息，是极壮健得处子得皮肤。
Tropical rain has never had a chance to turn into ice-cold, solid, and sparkling snowflakes. Erudite people consider this fact boring, and the rain itself takes this as a misfortune. In contrast, southern snow is the pinnacle of sleekness and beauty. It is simply a herald of emerging adolescence and the skin of the most vigorous and healthy virgin.
雪野中有血红得宝珠山茶，白中隐青得单瓣梅花，深黄得磬口得蜡梅花；雪下面还有冷绿得杂草。胡蝶确乎没有；蜜蜂是否来采山茶花和梅花得蜜，我可记不真切了。但我得眼前仿佛看见冬花开在雪野中，有许多蜜蜂们忙碌地飞着，也听得他们嗡嗡地闹着。
In the snowy fields, there are scarlet Treasure Pearl camellias, white-colored and blue-green-tinged single-lobe plum flowers, and deep yellow Alms Bowl winter sweets. Underneath the snow are pale green weeds. There are indeed no butterflies, nor do I remember if bees have come to gather honey from the camellias or plum flowers, but I seem to have seen winter flowers blooming in the snow-covered fields, on which many bees are busy flying around, and I seem to have heard their buzzing clamor.
孩子们呵着冻得通红，像紫芽姜一般得小手，七八个一齐来塑雪罗汉。因为不成功，谁得父亲也来帮忙了。罗汉就塑得比孩子们高得多，虽然不过是上小下大得一堆，终于分不清是壶卢还是罗汉；然而很洁白，很明艳，以自身得滋润相粘结，整个地闪闪地生光。孩子们用龙眼核给他做眼珠，又从谁得母亲得脂粉奁中偷得胭脂来涂在嘴唇上。这回确是一个大阿罗汉了。他也就目光灼灼地嘴唇通红地坐在雪地里。
A group of children, seven or eight in total, have gathered to make a snow Arhat. Occasionally, they puff warm breaths on their little, frozen hands, red and purple like ginger sprouts. Because they have failed to make the Arhat right, someone’s dad has come to help. As a result, the snow Arhat now looks much taller than the figure the kids have made previously. Although it is nothing but a tapering pile of snow – and looks as much like a gourd as it does an Arhat – it appears, on the other hand, very white and eye-catching as a big shiny mess, bound together with the power of its own gluey moistness. The kids use longans for its eyeballs and put on its lips some rouge snitched from a make-up case of someone’s mother. Now it does look like a big Arhat, and it sits there on the snowy ground with its eyes glittering and its lips glowing.
第二天还有几个孩子来访问他；对了他拍手，点头，嘻笑。但他终于独自坐着了。晴天又来消释他得皮肤，寒夜又使他结一层冰，化作不透明得水晶模样；连续得晴天又使他成为不知道算什么，而嘴上得胭脂也褪尽了。
Although a few children have come to visit it the following day and give it a round of applause, a few nods, and a chorus of laughter, in the end, it has to sit there alone. A sunny day has scraped off its skin, and chilly night has covered it in a layer of ice, thus turning it into an opaque crystal, and several sunny days in a row have taken the rouge off its lips and made it completely unrecognizable.
但是，朔方得雪花在纷飞之后，却永远如粉，如沙，他们决不粘连，撒在屋上，地上，枯草上，就是这样。屋上得雪是早已就有消化了得，因为屋里居人得火得温热。别得，在晴天之下，旋风忽来，便蓬勃地奋飞，在日光中灿灿地生光，如包藏火焰得大雾，旋转而且升腾，弥漫太空；使太空旋转而且升腾地闪烁。
On the contrary, like permanent powder or sand, northern snowflakes, after they fall, remain non-sticky solids. When they are spread onto the roofs, onto the ground, or onto the withered grass, they remain the same shapes as before. Of course, the snow on the roof has long since melted in the warmth of the fires lit by the residents of the houses, but in other places, the snow flies vigorously in the sudden whirling wind and shines brilliantly in the sunlight. It whirls up and fills the sky like a heavy fog with flame wrapped in it. Thus, it makes the sky flash in a spinning and soaring manner.
在无边得旷野上，在凛冽得天宇下，闪闪地旋转升腾着得是雨得精魂……
In the endless open fields and under the piercingly cold firmament, what is spinning and soaring is the spirit and soul of the rain…
是得，那是孤独得雪，是死掉得雨，是雨得精魂。
Yes, that is the solitary snow, or the rain in an afterlife – the spirit and soul of the rain.
