比赛译文完结稿（双语版）.doc

Limbo 迷茫 By Rhonda Lucas 作者：朗达卢卡斯My parents divorce was final. The house had been sold and the day had come to move. Thirty years of the familys life was now crammed into the garage. The two-by-fours that ran the length of the walls were the only uniformity among the clutter of boxes, furniture, and memories. All was frozen in limbo between the life just passed and the one to come. 我父母的婚姻终于还是走向了破裂，一切已成定局。房子已经卖了，搬家的日子也终于来临。这个家庭三十年来生活的种种，如今也已塞进了车库。环顾四周，将要离开的这片天地早已是一片狼藉，四下里杂乱地堆叠着各种纸盒，摆放着各类家具，充斥着诸多凌乱的回忆，那每面都是2乘4米长的墙，也许是这片混乱中唯一的净土。过去的已过去，未来的还未来，两相茫茫间，弥漫着多少迷茫，把生活中的一切都凝固了。The sunlight pushing its way through the window splattered against a barricade of boxes. Like a fluorescent river, it streamed down the sides and flooded the cracks of the cold, cement floor. I stood in the doorway between the house and garage and wondered if the sunlight would ever again penetrate the memories packed inside those boxes. For an instant, the cardboard boxes appeared as tombstones, monuments to those memories.阳光洒在窗前的一排堆着的纸盒上，艰难地挤进了窗。它就像一条闪着金光的河，顺着冰冷的水泥地面流淌，涤荡着地面上的裂缝。 站在门口，于车库和旧屋之间，我冥想着，不知道那阳光是否会浸透了纸盒，照进包裹在盒里的记忆深处。有那么一瞬间，看着那些纸盒，我觉得它们就像是墓碑或是纪念碑，缅怀着那些已死的回忆。 The furnace in the corner, with its huge tubular fingers reaching out and disappearing into the wall, was unaware of the futility of trying to warm the empty house. The rhythmical whir of its effort hummed the elegy for the memories boxed in front of me. I closed the door, sat down on the step, and listened reverently. The feeling of loss transformed the bad memories into not-so-bad, the not-so-bad memories into good, and committed the good ones to my mind. Still, I felt as vacant as the house inside.墙角的火炉，庞大的管状手脚尽力地伸展，深深地扎入墙壁的深处。它熊熊地燃烧着，丝毫都不知道自己的努力全是徒劳。冰冷空荡的房间，不会重新再温暖起来。它发出有节奏的嗡嗡声，似乎在吟唱一曲哀伤的挽歌，纪念着长眠在我面前的那一只只纸盒里的点点回忆。我关上了房门，坐在门前的台阶上，怀着虔诚，静静地聆听着它的低吟。失落的感觉，让曾经苦涩的回忆不再那么苦涩，继而渐渐地，连苦涩也变成了美好的甜蜜，萦绕在我的脑海里。然而，我的内心却依旧像这空屋一样空虚。A workbench to my right stood disgustingly empty. Not so much as a nail had been left behind. I noticed, for the first time, what a dull, lifeless green it was. Lacking the disarray of tools that used to cover it, now it seemed as out of place as a bathtub in the kitchen. In fact, as I scanned the room, the only things that did seem to belong were the cobwebs in the corners.我的右手边立着一张工作桌。桌里桌上早已收拾得干干净净，连一颗螺丝钉都未留下 ,看着教人难过。我第一次注意到，它身上披着的那种绿色，是多么地沉闷，毫无生气。少了曾经凌乱堆放的各种工具的遮覆，如今的它是多么突兀地立在那里，就像浴缸放进了厨房。事实上，当我环顾房中，唯一不算突兀的，只有躲在角落的蜘蛛网了。A group of boxes had been set aside from the others and stacked in front of the workbench. Scrawled like graffiti on the walls of dilapidated buildings were the words “Salvation Army.” Those words caught my eyes as effectively as a flashing neon sign. They reeked of irony. “Salvation - was a bit too late for this family,” I mumbled sarcastically to myself.桌子的前面堆着一堆纸盒，与其他的纸盒分开堆放着。上面潦草地涂着三个字：“救世军”，看上去就像是破旧楼墙上的涂鸦。这三个字是那么地扎眼，就如夜下闪烁的霓虹灯。多么地讽刺。“救世，能拯救这个家庭吗？有点太晚了吧。”携着一丝嘲讽的语气，我喃喃地自语。The houseful of furniture that had once been so carefully chosen to complement and blend with the color schemes of the various rooms was indiscriminately crammed together against a single wall. The uncoordinated colors combined in turmoil and lashed out in the greyness of the room.一屋子的家具，曾经精挑细选，摆置在不同的房间，和房间的配色相符相融，天衣无缝，如今全都随意地靠着一处墙摆放着。不再协调的色彩，杂乱无章地组合在一起，在屋子沉闷的灰色调的映衬之下，格外地显眼。I suddenly became aware of the coldness of the garage, but I didnt want to go back inside the house, so I made my way through the boxes to the couch. I cleared a space to lie down and curled up, covering myself with my jacket. I hoped my father would return soon with the truck so we could empty the garage