荷塘月色朱自清原文

荷塘月色朱自清原文

　　《荷塘月色》是中国文学家朱自清任教清华大学时所写的一篇散文，是现代抒情散文的名篇。下面是我整理的关于荷塘月色朱自清原文，欢迎大家参考!

　　荷塘月色(朱自清)

　　MoonlightovertheLotusPond

　　ZhuZiqing(translatedbyZhuChunshen)

　　这几天心里颇不宁睁。今晚在院子里坐着乘凉，忽然想起日日走过的荷塘，在这满月的光里，总该另有一番样子吧。月亮渐渐地升高了，墙外马路上孩子们的欢笑，已经听不见了;妻在屋里拍着闰儿，迷迷糊糊地哼着眠歌。我悄悄地披了大衫，带上门出去。

　　Ithasbeenratherdisquietingthesedays.Tonight,whenIwassittingintheyardenjoyingthecool,itoccurredtomethattheLotusPond,whichIpassbyeveryday,mustassumequiteadifferentlookinsuchmoonlitnight.Afullmoonwasrisinghighinthesky;thelaughterofchildrenplayingoutsidehaddiedaway;intheroom,mywifewaspattingtheson,Run-er,sleepilyhummingacradlesong.Shruggingonanovercoat,quietly,1mademywayout,closingthedoorbehindme.

　　沿着荷塘是一条曲折的小煤屑路。这是一条幽僻的路;白天也少人走，夜晚更加寂寞。荷塘四面长着许多树，翁翁郁郁的。路的一旁是些杨柳，和一些不知道名字的树。没有月光的晚上，这路上阴森森的，有些怕人。今晚却很好虽然月光也还是淡淡的。

　　AlongsidetheLotusPondrunsasmallcinderfootpath.Itispeacefulandsecludedhere,aplacenotfrequentedbypedestrianseveninthedaytime;nowatnight,itlooksmaresolitary,inalush,shadyambienceoftreesallaroundthepond.Onthesidewherethepathis,therearewillows,interlacedwithsomeotherswhosenamesIdonotknow.Thefoliage,which,inamoonlessnight,wouldloomsomewhatfrighteninglydark,looksverynicetonight,althoughthemoonlightisnotmorethanathin,grayishveil.

　　路上只我一个人，背着手踱着。这一片天地好像是我的;我也像超出了平常的自己，到了另一世界里。我爱热闹也爱冷静;爱群居，也爱独处。像今晚上一个人在这苍茫的月下，什么都可以想，什么都可以不想，便觉是个自由的人。白天里一定要做的事，一定要说的话，现在都可不理。这是独处的.妙处;我且受用这无边的荷香月色好了。

　　Iamonmyown,strolling,handsbehindmyback.Thisbitoftheuniverseseemsinmypossessionnow;andImyselfseemtohavebeenupliftedfrommyordinaryselfintoanotherworld.1likeasereneandpeacefullife,asmuchasabusyandactiveone;Ilikebeinginsolitude,asmuchasincompany.Asitistonight,baskinginamistymoonshineallbymyself,IfeelIamafreeman,freetothinkofanything,orofnothing.Allthatoneisobligedtodo,ortosay,inthedaytime,canbeverywellcastasidenow.Thatisthebeautyofbeingalone.Forthemoment,justletmeindulgeinthisprofusionofmoonlightandlotusfragrance.

　　曲曲折折的荷塘上面，弥望的是田田的叶子。叶子出水很高，像亭亭的舞女的裙。层层的叶子中间，零星地点缀着些白花，有袅娜地开着的，有羞涩地打着朵儿的;正如一粒粒的明珠，又如碧天里的星星，又如刚出浴的美人。微风过处送来缕缕清香，仿佛远处高楼上渺茫的歌声似的。这时候叶子与花也有一丝的颇动，像闪电般，霎时传过荷塘的那边去了。叶子本是肩并肩密密地挨着，这便宛然有了一道凝碧的波痕。叶子底下是脉脉的流水，遮住了，不能见一些颜色;而叶子却更见风致了。

　　Alloverthiswindingstretchofwater,whatmeetstheeyeisasilkenfieldofleaves,reachingratherhighabovethesurface,liketheskirtsofdancinggirlsinalltheirgrace.Hereandthere,layersofleavesaredottedwithwhitelotusblossoms,someindemurebloom,othersinshybud,likescatteringpearls,ortwinklingstars,orbeautiesjustoutofthebath.Abreezestirs,sendingoverbreathsoffragrance,likefaintsingingdriftingfromadistantbuilding.Atthismoment,atinythrillshootsthroughtheleavesandlilies,like,astreakoflightning,straightacrosstheforestoflotuses.Theleaves,whichhavebeenstandingshouldertoshoulder,arecaughtshimmeringinanemeraldheaveofthepond.Underneath,theexquisitewateriscoveredfromview,andnonecantellitscolour;yettheleavesontopprojectthemselvesallthemoreattractively.

　　月光如流水一般，静静地泻在这一片叶子和花上。薄薄的青雾浮起在荷塘里：叶子和花仿佛在牛乳中洗过一样;又像笼着轻纱的梦。虽然是满月天上却有一层淡淡的云，所以不能朗照;但我以为这恰是到了好处酣眠固不可少，小睡也别有风味的。月光是隔了树照过来的，高处丛生的灌木，落下参差的斑驳的黑影，峭愣愣如鬼一般;弯弯的杨柳的稀疏的倩影，却又像是画在荷叶上。塘中的月色并不均匀;但光与影有着和谐的旋律，如梵炯铃上奏着的名曲。

　　Themoonshedsherliquidlightsilentlyovertheleavesandflowers,which,inthefloatingtransparencyofabluishhazefromthepond,lookasiftheyhadjustbeenbathedinmilk,orlikeadreamwrappedinagauzyhood.Althoughitisafullmoon,shiningthroughafilmofclouds,thelightisnotatitsbrightest;itis,however,justrightforme-aprofoundsleepisindispensable,vetasnatcheddozealsohasasavourofitsown.Themoonlightisstreamingdownthroughthefoliage,castingbushyshadowsonthegroundfromhighabove,jaggedandcheckered,asgrotesqueasapartyofspectres;whereasthebenignfiguresofthedroopingwillows,hereandthere,lanklikepaintingsonthelotusleaves.Themoonlightisnotspreadevenlyoverthepond,butratherinaharmoniousrhythmoflightandshade,likeafamousmelodyplayedonaviolin.

　　荷塘的四面，远远近近，高高低低都是树，几而杨柳最多。这些树将一片荷塘重重围住;只在小路一旁，漏着几段空隙，像是特为月光留下的。树色一例是阴阴的，乍看像一团烟雾;但杨柳的丰姿，便在烟雾里也辨得出。树梢上隐隐约约的是一带远山，只有些大意罢了。树缝里也漏着一两点路灯光，没精打采的，是渴睡人的眼。这时候最热闹的，要数树上的蝉声与水里的蛙声;但热闹是它们的，我什么也没有。

　　Aroundthepond,farantinear,highandlow,aretrees.Mostofthemarewillows.Onlyonthepathside,cantaroorthreegap;heseenthroughtheheavyfringe,asifspeciallyreservedforthemoon.Theshadowyshapesoftheleafageatfirstsightseemdiffusedintoamassofmist,againstwhich,however,thecharmofthosewillowtreesisstilldiscernible.Overthetreesappearsomedistantmountains,butmerelyinsketchysilhouette.Throughthebranchesarealsoacoupleoflamps,aslistlessassleepyeyes.Themostlivelycreatureshere,forthemoment,musthethecicadasinthetreesandthefrogsinthepond.Butthelivelinessistheirs,Ihavenothing.

　　忽然想起采莲的事情来了。采莲是江南的旧俗。似乎很早就有，而六朝时为盛;从诗歌里可以约略知道。采莲的是少年的女子，她们是荡着小船，唱着艳歌去的。采莲人不用说很多，还有看采莲的人。那是一个热闹。的季节也是一个风流的季节。梁元帝《采莲斌》里说得好：

　　Suddenly,somethinglikelotus-gatheringcrossesmymind.ItusedtohecelebratedasafolkfestivalintheSouth,probablydatingveryfarhackinhistory,mastpopularintheperiodofSixDynasties.Wecanpickupsomeoutlinesofthisactivityinthepoetry.Itwasyounggirlswhowentgatheringlotuses,insampansandsinginglovesongs.Needlesstosay,therewereagreatnumberofthemdoingthegathering,apartfromthosewhowerewatching.Itwasalivelyseason,brimmingwithvitality,andromance.AbrilliantdescriptioncanbefoundinLotusGatheringwrittenbytheYuanEmperoroftheLiangDynasty:

　　于是妖童破女，荡舟心许：鹤首徐回，兼传羽杯;掉将移而藻挂，船欲动而萍开。尔其纤腰束素，迁延顾步;夏始春余，叶嫩花初，恐沾裘而浅笑，畏倾船而敛裾。

　　Sothosecharmingyoungstersrowtheirsampans,heartbuoyantwithtacitlove,passtoeachothercupsofwinewhiletheirbird-shapedprowsdriftaround.Fromtimetotimetheiroarsarecaughtindanglingalgae,andduckweedfloatapartthemomenttheirboatsareabouttomoveon.Theirslenderfigures,girdledwithplainsilk,treadwatchfullyonboard.Thisisthetimewhenspringisgrowingintosummer,theleavesatendergreenandtheflowersblooming,-amongwhichthegirlsaregigglingwhenevadinganoutreachingstem.Theirshirtstuckedinforfearthatthesampanmighttilt.

　　可见当时嬉游的光景了。这真是有趣的事，可惜我们现在早已无福消受了。

　　Thatisaglimpseofthosemerrymakingscenes.Itmusthavebeenfascinating,butunfortunatelywehavelongbeendeniedsuchadelight.

　　于是又记起《西州曲》里的句子：

　　ThenIrecallthoselinesinBalladofXizhouIsland:

　　采莲南塘秋，

　　Gatheringthelotus,IamintheSouthPond,

　　莲花过人头。

　　Theliliesinautumnreachovermyhead;

　　尹低头弄莲子，

　　LoweringmyheadItoywiththelotusseeds.

　　莲子清如水。

　　Look,theyareasfreshasthewaterunderneath.

　　今晚若有采莲人，这儿的莲花也算得过人头了;只不见一些流水的影子，是不行的;这令我到底惦着江南了这样想着，猛一抬头，不觉已是自己的门前;轻轻地推门进去，什么声息也没有，妻已睡熟好久了。

　　Ifthereweresomebodygatheringlotusestonight,shecouldtellthattheliliesherearehighenoughtoreachoverherhead;but,onewouldcertainlymissthesightofthewater.SomymemoriesdriftbacktotheSouthafterall.Deepinmythoughts,Ilookedup,justtofindmyselfatthedoorofmyownhouse.GentlyIpushedthedooropenandwalkedin.Notasoundinside,mywifehadbeenfastasleepforquiteawhile.