1，朱自清荷塘月色原文

荷塘月色作者：朱自清这几天心里颇不宁静。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。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，蓊蓊郁郁的。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。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，到了另一个世界里。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。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颤动，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。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，峭楞楞如鬼一般；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，如梵婀玲上奏着的名曲。荷塘的四面，远远近近，高高低低都是树，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。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《采莲赋》里说得好：于是妖童女，荡舟心许；鷁首徐回，兼传羽杯；櫂将移而藻挂，船欲动而萍开。尔其纤腰束素，迁延顾步；夏始春余，叶嫩花初，恐沾裳而浅笑，畏倾船而敛裾。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。于是又记起，《西洲曲》里的句子：采莲南塘秋，莲花过人头；低头弄莲子，莲子清如水。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。一九二七年七月，北京清华园。《荷塘月色》语言朴素典雅，准确生动，贮满诗意，满溢着朱自清的散文语言一贯有朴素的美，不用浓墨重彩，画的是淡墨水彩。朱自清先生一笔写景一笔说情，看起来松散不知所云，可仔细体会下，就能感受到先生在字里行间表述出的苦闷，而随之读者也被先生的文字所感染，被带进了他当时那苦闷而无法明喻的心情。这就是优异散文的必须品质之一。扩展资料：一首长诗《毁灭》奠定了朱自清在文坛新诗人的地位，而《桨声灯影里的秦淮河》则被公认为白话美文的典范。朱自清用白话美文向复古派宣战，有力地回击了复古派“白话不能作美文”之说，他是“五四”新文学运动的开拓者之一。朱自清的美文影响了一代又一代人。作家贾平凹说：来到扬州，第一个想到的人是朱自清，他是知识分子中最最了不起的人物。实际上，朱自清的写作路程是非常曲折的，他早期的时候大多数作品都是诗歌，但是他的诗歌和我国古代诗人的诗有很大区别，他的诗是用白话文写的，这其实也是他写作的惯用风格。后来，朱自清开始写一些关于社会的文章，因为那个时候社会比较混乱，这时候的作品大多抨击社会的黑暗面，文体风格大多硬朗，基调伉俪。到了后期，大多是写关于山水的文章，这类文章的写作格调大多以清丽雅致为主。朱自清的写作风格虽然在不同的时期随着他的人生阅历和社会形态的不同而发生着变化，但是他文章的主基调是没有变的，他这一生，所写的所有文章风格上都有一个非常显著的特点，那就是简约平淡，他不是类似古代花间词派的诗人们，不管是他的诗词还是他的文章从来都不用过于华丽的辞藻，他崇尚的是平淡。英国友人戴立克试过英译朱自清几篇散文，译完一读显得单薄，远远不如原文流利。他不服气，改用稍微古奥的英文重译，好多了：“那是说，朱先生外圆内方，文字尽管浅白，心思却很深沉，译笔只好朝深处经营。”朱自清的很多文章，譬如《背影》《祭亡妇》，读来自有一番只可意会不可言传的东西。平淡就是朱自清的写作风格。他不是豪放派的作家，他在创作的时候钟情于清新的风格，给人耳目一新的感觉。在他的文章中包含了他对生活的向往，由此可见他的写作风格和他待人处事的态度也是有几分相似的。他的文章非常优美，但又不会让人觉得狭隘，给人一种豁达渊博的感觉，这就是朱自清的写作风格，更是朱自清的为人品质。写有《荷塘月色》《背影》等名篇的著名散文家朱自清先生，不仅自己一生风骨正气，还用无形的家风涵养子孙。良好的家风家规意蕴深远，催人向善，是凝聚情感、涵养德行、砥砺成才的人生信条。“北有朱自清，南有朱物华，一文一武，一南一北，双星闪耀”，这是中国知识界、教育界对朱家两兄弟的赞誉。朱自清性格温和，为人和善，对待年轻人平易近人，是个平和的人。他取字“佩弦”，意思要像弓弦那样将自己绷紧，给人的感觉是自我要求高，偶尔有呆气。朱自清教学负责，对学生要求严格，修他的课的学生都受益不少。1948年6月，患胃病多年的朱自清，在《抗议美国扶日政策并拒绝领取美援面粉宣言》上，一丝不苟地签下了自己的名字。随后，朱自清还将面粉配购证以及面粉票退了回去。1948年8月12日，朱自清因不堪胃病折磨，离开人世。在新的时代即将到来时，朱自清却匆匆地离人们远去。他为人们留下了无数经典的诗歌和文字，还有永不屈服的精神。朱自清没有豪言壮语，他只是用坚定的行动、朴实的语言，向世人展示了中国知识分子在祖国危难之际坚定的革命性，体现了中国人的骨气，表现了无比高贵的民族气节，呈现了人生最有价值的一面，谱就了生命中最华丽的乐章。他以“自清”为名，自勉在困境中不丧志；他身患重病，至死拒领美援面粉，其气节令世人感佩；他的《背影》《荷塘月色》《匆匆》脍炙人口；他的文字追求“真”，没有半点矫饰，却蕴藏着动人心弦的力量。朱自清不但在文学创作方面有很高的造诣，也是一名革命民主主义战士，在反饥饿、反内战的斗争中，他始终保持着一个正直的爱国知识分子的气节和情操。毛泽东对朱自清宁肯饿死不领美国“救济粉”的精神给予称赞，赞扬他“表现了我们民族的英雄气概”。参考资料：百度百科——荷塘月色（朱自清所作散文）人民网——朱自清的柔与直

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2，朱自清荷塘月色全文

荷塘月色朱自清这几天心里颇不宁静。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（1），迷迷糊糊地哼着眠歌。我悄悄地披了大衫，带上门出去。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。荷塘四周，长着许多树，蓊蓊（wěng）郁郁（2）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。路上只我一个人，背着手踱（duó）着。这一片天地好像是我的；我也像超出了平常的自己，到了另一个世界里。我爱热闹，也爱宁静；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。曲曲折折的荷塘上面，弥望（3）的是田田（4）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（niǎo,nuó）（5）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颤动，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（6）有了一道凝碧的波痕。叶子底下是脉脉（mò）（7）的流水，遮住了，不能见一些颜色；而叶子却更见风致（8）了。 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（9）的黑影，峭楞楞如鬼一般；弯弯的杨柳的稀疏的倩影（10），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，如梵婀玲（11）上奏着的名曲。 荷塘的四面，远远近近，高高低低都是树，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（12）是阴阴的，乍看像一团烟雾；但杨柳的丰姿（13），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。 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（14）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（15）的季节。梁元帝（16）《采莲赋》里说得好： 于是妖童媛（yuàn）女，荡舟心许（17）；鷁（yì）首（18）徐回，兼传羽杯；櫂（zhào）（19）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，恐沾裳而浅笑，畏倾船而敛裾(jū)（20）。 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。 于是又记起，《西洲曲》（21）里的句子： 采莲南塘秋，莲花过人头；低头弄莲子，莲子清如水。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，[1]妻已睡熟好久了。 朱自清　 一九二七年七月，北京清华园。编辑本段注释（1）闰儿：指作者的次子朱闰生（2）蓊蓊郁郁：形容树木茂盛的样子。（3）弥望：充满视野，满眼。（4）田田：形容荷叶相连的样子。古乐府《江南曲》中有“莲叶何田田”的句子。（5）袅娜：柔美的样子。（6）宛然：仿佛。（7）脉脉：这里形容水没有声音，好像饱含深情的样子。（8）风致：美的姿态。（9）斑驳：原指一种颜色中杂有别的颜色。这里有深浅不一的意思。也写作“班驳”。（10）倩影：美丽的影子。（11）梵婀（ē）玲：英语“violin”的音译，即小提琴。（12）一例：一概，一律。（13）丰姿：风度，仪态，一般指美好的姿态。也写作“风姿”（14）艳歌：专门描写男女爱情的歌曲。（15）风流：这里的意思是年轻男女不拘礼法地表露自己的爱情。（16）梁元帝：南朝梁代皇帝萧绎。（17）妖童媛（yuàn)女，荡舟心许：艳丽的少男和美貌的少女，摇着小船互相默默地传情。妖，艳丽。媛女，美女。 许，默认。 （18）鹢(yì)首：古时画鹢于船头，所以把船头叫鹢首。鹢，水鸟。（19）櫂(zhào)：通“棹”，划船的一种工具，形状和桨类似。（20）敛裾：这里是提着衣襟的意思。裾，衣襟。（21）《西洲曲》：南朝乐府诗，描写一个青年女子思念意中人的痛苦。编辑本段英文 The last few days have found me very restless. This evening as I sat in the yard to enjoy the cool, it struck me how different the lotus pool I pass every day must look under a full moon. The moon was sailing higher and higher up the heavens, the sound of childish laughter had died away from the lane beyond our wall, and my wife was in the house patting Juner and humming a lullaby to him. I quietly slipped on a long gown, and walked out leaving the door on the latch. A cinder - path winds along by the side of the pool. It is off the beaten track and few pass this way even by day, so at night it is still more quiet. Trees grow thick and bosky all around the pool, with willows and other trees I cannot name by the path. On nights when there is no moon the track is almost terrifyingly dark, but tonight it was quite clear, though the moonlight was pale. Strolling alone down the path, hands behind my back, I felt as if the whole earth and sky were mine and I had stepped outside my usual self into another world. I like both excitement and stillness, under the full moon, I could think of whatever I pleased or of nothing at all, and that gave me a sense of freedom. All daytime duties could be disregarded. That was the advantage of solitude: I could savour to the full that expanse of fragrant lotus and the moonlight. As far as eye could see, the pool with its winding margin was covered with trim leaves, which rose high out of the water like the flared skirts of dancing girls. And starring these tiers of leaves were white lotus flowers, alluringly open or bashfully in bud, like glimmering pearls, stars in an azure sky, or beauties fresh from the bath. The breeze carried past gusts of fragrance, like the strains of a song faintly heard from a far-off tower. And leaves and blossoms trembled slightly, while in a flash the scent was carried away. As the closely serried leaves bent, a tide of opaque emerald could be glimpsed. That was the softly running water beneath, hidden from sight, its colour invisible, though the leaves looked more graceful than ever. Moonlight cascaded like water over the lotus leaves and flowers, and a light blue mist floating up from the pool made them seem washed in milk or caught in a gauzy dream. Though the moon was full, a film of pale clouds in the sky would not allow its rays to shine through brightly; but I felt this was all to the good - though refreshing sleep is indispensable, short naps have a charm all their own. As the moon shone from behind them, the dense trees on the hills threw checkered shadows, dark forms loomed like devils, and the sparse, graceful shadows of willows seemed painted on the lotus leaves. The moonlight on the pool was not uniform, but light and shadow made up a harmonious rhythm like a beautiful tune played on a violin. Far and near, high and low around the pool were trees, most of them willows. These trees had the pool entirely hemmed in, the only small clearings left being those by the path, apparently intended for the moon. All the trees were somber as dense smoke, but among them you could make out the luxuriant willows, while faintly above the tree-tops loomed distant hills - their general outline only. And between the trees appeared one or two street lamps, listless as the eyes of someone drowsy. The liveliest sounds at this hour were the cicadas chirruping on the trees and the frogs croaking in the pool; but this animation was theirs alone, I had no part in it. Then lotus-gathering flashed into my mind. This was an old custom south of the Yangtse, which apparently originated very early and was most popular in the period of the Six Kingdoms,* as we see from the songs of the time. The lotus were picked by girls in small boats, who sang haunting songs as they padded. They turned out in force, we may be sure, and there were spectators too, for that was a cheerful festival and a romantic one. We have a good account of it in a poem by Emperor Yuan of the Liang dynasty called Lotus Gatherers: Deft boys and pretty girls Reach an understanding while boating; Their prows veer slowly, But the winecups pass quickly; Their oars are entangled, As they cut through the duckweed, And girls with slender waists Turn to gaze behind them. Now spring and summer meet, Leaves are tender, flowers fresh; With smiles they protect their silks, Drawing in their skirts, afraid lest the boat upset. There we have a picture of these merry excursions. This must have been a delightful event, and it is a great pity we cannot enjoy it today. I also remember some lines from the poem West Islet: When they gather lotus at Nantang in autumn The lotus blooms are higher than their heads; They stoop to pick lotus seeds, Seeds as translucent as water. If any girls were here now to pick the lotus, the flowers would reach above their heads too -- ah, rippling shadows alone are not enough! I was feeling quite homesick for the south, when I suddenly looked up to discover I had reached my own door. Pushing it softly open and tiptoeing in, I found all quiet inside, and my wife was fast asleep.

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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) 　　Moonlight over the Lotus Pond 　　Zhu Ziqing (translated by Zhu Chunshen) 　　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。 　　It has been rather disquieting these days. Tonight, when I was sitting in the yard enjoying the cool, it occurred to me that the Lotus Pond, which I pass by every day, must assume quite a different look in such moonlit night. A full moon was rising high in the sky; the laughter of children playing outside had died away; in the room, my wife was patting the son, Run-er, sleepily humming a cradle song. Shrugging on an overcoat, quietly, 1 made my way out, closing the door behind me. 　　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。 　　Alongside the Lotus Pond runs a small cinder footpath. It is peaceful and secluded here, a place not frequented by pedestrians even in the daytime; now at night, it looks mare solitary, in a lush, shady ambience of trees all around the pond. On the side where the path is, there are willows, interlaced with some others whose names I do not know. The foliage, which, in a moonless night, would loom somewhat frighteningly dark, looks very nice tonight, although the moonlight is not more than a thin, grayish veil. 　　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。 　　I am on my own, strolling, hands behind my back. This bit of the universe seems in my possession now; and I myself seem to have been uplifted from my ordinary self into another world. 1 like a serene and peaceful life, as much as a busy and active one; I like being in solitude, as much as in company. As it is tonight, basking in a misty moonshine all by myself, I feel I am a free man, free to think of anything, or of nothing. All that one is obliged to do, or to say, in the daytime, can be very well cast aside now. That is the beauty of being alone. For the moment, just let me indulge in this profusion of moonlight and lotus fragrance. 　　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。 　　All over this winding stretch of water, what meets the eye is a silken field of leaves, reaching rather high above the surface, like the skirts of dancing girls in all their grace. Here and there, layers of leaves are dotted with white lotus blossoms, some in demure bloom, others in shy bud, like scattering pearls, or twinkling stars, or beauties just out of the bath. A breeze stirs, sending over breaths of fragrance, like faint singing drifting from a distant building. At this moment, a tiny thrill shoots through the leaves and lilies, like, a streak of lightning, straight across the forest of lotuses. The leaves, which have been standing shoulder to shoulder, are caught shimmering in an emerald heave of the pond. Underneath, the exquisite water is covered from view, and none can tell its colour; yet the leaves on top project themselves all the more attractively. 　　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。 　　The moon sheds her liquid light silently over the leaves and flowers, which, in the floating transparency of a bluish haze from the pond, look as if they had just been bathed in milk, or like a dream wrapped in a gauzy hood. Although it is a full moon, shining through a film of clouds, the light is not at its brightest; it is, however, just right for me -a profound sleep is indispensable, vet a snatched doze also has a savour of its own. The moonlight is streaming down through the foliage, casting bushy shadows on the ground from high above, jagged and checkered, as grotesque as a party of spectres; whereas the benign figures of the drooping willows, here and there, lank like paintings on the lotus leaves. The moonlight is not spread evenly over the pond, but rather in a harmonious rhythm of light and shade, like a famous melody played on a violin. 　　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。 　　Around the pond, far anti near, high and low, are trees. Most of them are willows. Only on the path side, can taro or three gap; he seen through the heavy fringe, as if specially reserved for the moon. The shadowy shapes of the leafage at first sight seem diffused into a mass of mist, against which, however, the charm of those willow trees is still discernible. Over the trees appear some distant mountains, but merely in sketchy silhouette. Through the branches are also a couple of lamps, as listless as sleepy eyes. The most lively creatures here, for the moment, must he the cicadas in the trees and the frogs in the pond. But the liveliness is theirs, I have nothing. 　　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, something like lotus-gathering crosses my mind. It used to he celebrated as a folk festival in the South, probably dating very far hack in history, mast popular in the period of Six Dynasties. We can pick up some outlines of this activity in the poetry. It was young girls who went gathering lotuses, in sampans and singing love songs. Needless to say, there were a great number of them doing the gathering, apart from those who were watching. It was a lively season, brimming with vitality, and romance. A brilliant description can be found in Lotus Gathering written by the Yuan Emperor of the Liang Dynasty: 　　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。 　　So those charming youngsters row their sampans, heart buoyant with tacit love, pass to each other cups of wine while their bird- shaped prows drift around. From time to time their oars are caught in dangling algae, and duckweed float apart the moment their boats are about to move on. Their slender figures, girdled with plain silk, tread watchfully on board. This is the time when spring is growing into summer, the leaves a tender green and the flowers blooming, - among which the girls are giggling when evading an outreaching stem. Their shirts tucked in for fear that the sampan might tilt. 　　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。 　　That is a glimpse of those merrymaking scenes. It must have been fascinating, but unfortunately we have long been denied such a delight. 　　于是又记起《西州曲》里的句子： 　　Then I recall those lines in Ballad of Xizhou Island: 　　采莲南塘秋， 　　Gathering the lotus, I am in the South Pond, 　　莲花过人头。 　　The lilies in autumn reach over my head; 　　尹低头弄莲子， 　　Lowering my head I toy with the lotus seeds. 　　莲子清如水。 　　Look, they are as fresh as the water underneath. 　　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。 　　If there were somebody gathering lotuses tonight, she could tell that the lilies here are high enough to "reach over her head"; but, one would certainly miss the sight of the water. So my memories drift back to the South after all.Deep in my thoughts, I looked up, just to find myself at the door of my own house. Gently I pushed the door open and walked in. Not a sound inside, my wife had been fast asleep for quite a while. ;

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