鬢髮斑斑，仍總是忙碌，城中天天忙於無窮事，未有餘閒品味童年捉蟋蟀的回憶。下面是小編分享的張培基英譯散文賞析之《蟋蟀》，歡迎大家閱讀!
蟋蟀
The Cricket
吳冠中
Wu Guangzhong
| 譯文摘自張培基《英譯中國散文選二》
鬢髮斑斑，仍總是忙碌，城中天天忙於無窮事，未有餘閒品味童年捉蟋蟀的回憶。然而居室裏突然聽到了蟋蟀的叫聲，我和老伴都感驚喜，高樓裏哪來的蟋蟀?那聲音似乎發自廚房的一角，我想可能是老伴買蔬菜時夾帶回來的。
Grey-templed as I'm, I still always keep myself occupied. Everyday I bustle about town having little time to indulge in pleasant reminiscences of how I used to catch crickets in my childhood. One day, however, my wife and I were pleasantly surprised by the sudden chirping of a cricket in our apartment. How did it get into this tall building? As the sound seemed to come from a corner of our kitchen, I guessed it had probably come with the vegetables my wife bought from the food market.
要點：
1，“鬢髮斑斑”=grey- templed =grey – haird;另“忙碌”的新表達keep oneself preoccupied
2,”然而…“譯爲one day , however…或the other day, however …,one day和the other day是增益成分，起承上啓下的作用
3，“高樓裏哪來的蟋蟀”即“這聲音是如何進到大樓裏的?“譯爲How did it get into this tall building?
4，“那聲音似乎發自廚房的一角，我想可能是老伴買蔬菜時夾帶回來的。“兩句有隱含的因果關係，譯爲As the sound seemed to come from a corner of our kitchen, I guessed it had probably come with the vegetables my wife bought from the food market.
星期天，小孫女小曲來家，吃晚飯的時候，蟋蟀又高叫起來，一聲高於一聲，清脆響亮，彷彿是鳴奏。小曲高興極了，飯也不吃了，要捉蟋蟀。我找來手電，順着叫聲到廚房角落裏撥開掃帚、殘菜、剩羹、廢紙、舊瓶……一直清理到自來水管道周圍溼漉漉的水泥地面，果然一隻肥大的蟋蟀伏在那裏。用手電照準它，它一動也不動，我輕易地將它捉住了。全家歡騰起來，我將蟋蟀放進裝顏料用的硬紙匣裏，交給小曲。小曲說她要看着蟋蟀叫，她自己找了一個半透明的小塑料瓶，將蟋蟀裝入瓶裏，觀賞這可憐的小俘虜團團轉。她奶奶怕蟋蟀窒死，用剪刀將塑料瓶戮了幾個透氣的小洞。
On Sunday, when our youngest granddaughter Xiao Qu was with us, the cricket started chirping again at supper time with a rising clear and loud sound like in a performance. Xiao Qu was overjoyed and stopped eating as she was eager to catch the insect. Torch in hand, I found my way to a corner of the kitchen by tracing the sound and then cleared away everything in the way, like brooms, discarded outer leaves of vegetables, leftovers, waster paper, used empty bottles, etc. until my eyes fell on a big cricket on the damp cement floor near a water pipe. It stayed still as I lit it up with the torch. So I got it easily. The whole family was wild with joy. I put into an empty colour-tube cardboard box and handed it to my granddaughter. But she said she wanted to have it kept in a transparent container so that she could see it chirp. Then she found a plastic bottle and happily watched the pitiable little captive therein moving about in panic. Her grandma, however, fearing that the cricket might suffocate, punctured a few holes in the plastic bottle with a pair of scissors.
