The development of English prose is very tortuous, and the styles of prose writers are changeable, and both Chinese and English languages are very different. If you want to successfully translate English prose writers' works into Chinese, you must not only understand the general situation of English prose development, but also pay attention to ensuring smooth rhyme and logic, rich style, so that you can vividly translate it and make Chinese readers get the same or similar aesthetic feelings. Next, I bring you a selection of English essays. Welcome to read them!
selected English essays: splendid storms
it begins when a feeling of stillness creeps into my consistence. Everything has been abruptly gone quiet. Birds do not. At first, a feeling of peace crept into my mind. In a flash, everything was suddenly silent. Birds are not chirping, leaves are not rustling, and insects stop singing.
The air that has been hot all day becomes heavy. It hangs over the trees, presses the heads ofthe flowers to the ground, sits on my shoulders. With a vague feeling of uneasiness I move tothe window. There, in the west, Lies the answer-cloud has piled on the cloud to form a ridge of mammoth while towers, realizing against blue sky.
The sultry air all day long has become particularly dull. It covers the trees, forcing the flowers to hang down to the ground, and it also weighs heavily on my shoulders. With a vague uneasiness, I strolled to the window, and the original answer was in the western sky. The clouds overlapped, like a row of craggy white towers, towering above the blue sky.
Their piercing whiteness is of brief duration. Soon the marshmallow rims flatten to anvil tops, and the clouds reveal their darker nature. They impose themselves before the late-afternoonsun, And the day darkens early. Then a gust of wind ships the dust along the road, chill warning of what is to come.
The dazzling white of the clouds disappeared in a flash. In an instant, the other side of the cotton candy-shaped cloud became flat like an anvil, and the clouds also revealed their dark true colors. It forcibly covered the west oblique sun, making it dark early. Then, the strong wind suddenly blew up and the dust flew all the way. It's chilly, indicating everything that is coming.
In the house a door shuts with a bang, curtains billow into the room. I rush to close thewindows, empty the clothesline, Secure the patio furniture. thunder begins to rumble in the distance.
with a bang, the wind closed a door. The curtains were also raised in the wind and rolled up into the room. I hurried to close the window, accept the clothes to dry and settle the furniture on the terrace. Thunder began to rumble in the distance
The first drops of rain are huge. They splat into the dust and imprint the windows withindividual signatures. They plink on the vent pipe and pl Unk on the patio roof. leaves shudder under their weight before rebounding, and sidewalk wearers a coat of shiny spots.
At first, big water drops fell, flapping in the dust. Left a mark on the glass window. Raindrops tinkled the exhaust pipe, cracked the balcony ceiling, and the leaves were smashed and shivering, making it difficult to look up. The sidewalk was covered with a layer of sparkling water.
The rhythm accelerates; plink follows plunk faster and faster until the sound is a roll of drumsand the individual drops become an army marching over fields and rooftops. Now the first boltof lightning stabs the earth. It is heaven's exclamation point. The storm is here!
the rain quickened its pace, followed by crackling and tinkling, and finally became a tight drum, and the raindrops gathered into an army marching on the fields and roofs. At this time, the first lightning struck the earth, which was an exclamation mark drawn by God. The storm is coming.
In spite of myself, I jump at the following crack of thunder. It rattles the windowpane andsends the dog scratching to get under the bed. The next bolt is even closer. It Raises the hair on the back of my neck, and I take an innocent step away from the window.
Then there was a thunderbolt, and I couldn't help jumping up. The thunder rattled the window, scaring the dog to crawl under the bed. The second lightning is closer. I stood on my head in horror and took a step back from the bed.
The rain now becomes a torrent, flung capriciously by rising wind. Together they batter thetrees and level the grasses. Water streams off roofs and out of rain spouts. It pounds agai nstthe window in such a steady wash that I am sightless. There is only water. How can so muchfall so fast? How could the clouds have supported this vast weight? How can the earth endurebeneath it?
at this time, the rain was pouring down, and the wind made the rain unsteady. Rain and wind, wantonly beating trees, leveling the grass. The rain ran down from the roof, overflowed the drain pipe and kept splashing on the window, making me unable to see anything clearly. There is only water in front of me. With so much rain, how can it rain so hard? How can the clouds bear such a huge weight? How can the earth withstand such an impact?
Pacing through the house from window to window, I am moved to openmouthed wonder. Lookhow the lilac bends under the assault, how the day lilies are flattened, how the hillside steps area new made waterfall! Now hailstones thump upon the roof. They bounce white against thegrass and splash into the puddle. I think of the vegetable garden, the fruit trees, the crops inthe fields; But, thankfully, the hailstones are not enough in numbers or size to do real damage. Not this time.
I paced up and down the room, walking from one window to another, and the scenery outside made me gape and marvel. Look, under the attack of the storm, lilacs bent over, day lilies fell to the ground, and the stone steps on the hillside turned into a new waterfall! This is a sudden hail. I banged on the roof, and in an instant, silver beads were flying on the grass and water splashed in the tax pit. I began to worry about vegetables, fruits and crops in the garden. However, thankfully, the hail is not big and the number is not much, which is not enough to cause any actual losses. At least not this time.
From this storm is already beginning to pass. The tension is released from the atmosphere, The curtains of rain let in more light. The storm has spent most of its energy, and what is left will be expected on the country side to the east.
Because the storm is about to pass, the tense atmosphere has eased, and more light emerges from the rain curtain. The storm has consumed most of the energy, and there is still a little residual power that can only be exerted in the countryside in the east.
I am drawn outside while the rain still falls. All around, there is a cool and welcome feeling. Ibreathe deeply and watch the sun's rays streaks through breaking clouds. One ray catches thedrops that form on t He edge of the roof, and I am treated to a row of tiny, searching colors-my private rainbows.
The rain is still falling, but I can't help going outside. The environment is so fresh and suitable. I was breathing fresh air deeply, looking up at the sunshine coming from the ship. A beam of sunshine happened to be reflected on the water drops on the eaves, and I saw a thin, slightly trembling seven-color ribbon? A rainbow for my personal appreciation.
I pick my way through the west grass, my feet sinking into the saturated soil. The creek in thegully runs bank - full of brown water, But the small lakes and puddles are ready to disappear into the earth. Every leaf, brick, single, and blade of grass is fresh-washed and shining.
I walked carefully through the wet grass, and my feet fell into the rain-soaked soil from time to time. The stream in the valley is full of muddy water, but the water in those small puddles and puddles has penetrated into the ground and disappeared. Every leaf and blade of grass, every brick and pebble is washed away.