第1个回答 2010-12-08
崇祯五年十二月,我住在杭州西湖。下了好几天的大雪,湖中没有人的说话声也没有鸟叫声。这一天初更以后,我划着一只小船,穿着毛皮衣,带着火炉,一个人去湖心亭欣赏雪景。冰花一片弥漫,天、云、山、水,上上下下一片雪白。湖上能见到的影子,只有西湖长堤在雪中隐隐露出一道痕迹,湖心亭是白雪中的一点,像一片飘在湖中的芥叶一样的我的船,船上的像两三粒小小的米粒一样的人罢了。
到了湖心亭上,有两个人铺着毡席,面对面坐在那儿,一个小书童烧着火炉,炉上的酒正在沸腾。(那两个人)看见我,十分惊喜地说:“想不到还会有这样的人!”便拉着我一同喝酒。我尽力地喝了三大杯告别。我问他们的姓名,(他们回答)是金陵人,在此地客居。等我到达自己船的时候,船夫喃喃自语地说:“不要说先生痴,还有像你一样痴的人。”
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第2个回答 2010-12-08
Chongzhen five years in December, I live in West Lake. Snow three days, the lake must both human birds. Carry on that day was set, I get a boat, owned Cui Yi fire, alone to the pavilion to see snow. Rime Hang Dang, heaven and the clouds and mountains and water, on the next white. Shadow on the lake, but Long Beach of a mark, a little pavilion, with more than one corner of the boat, the boat of human twenty-three only. To the booth, two carpet shop on sat, a boy shochu stove is boiling. See I, overjoyed, saying: "the lake nothing more that person!" Pull over with the drink. Strong drink more than three white and do not, ask their name, is the Jinling people off this. And disembark, Mariner said, muttered: "Dear husband, not to mention crazy, more crazy person like Messire!"
第3个回答 2010-12-09
崇祯五年十二月,我在杭州西湖。下了三天大雪,湖中游人全无,连鸟声也都听不见了。这一天天刚刚亮,我划着一只小船,穿着皮袍,带着火炉,一个人去湖心亭欣赏雪景。树挂晶莹,白气弥漫,天、云、山、水,上上下下一片雪白。湖上能见到的影子,只有西湖长堤一道淡淡的痕迹,湖心亭是一片白中的一点,和我的船像一片漂在湖中的草叶,船上的人像两三粒小小的芥子,唯此而已。
到了湖心亭上,已经有两个人铺着毡席,对坐在那儿,一个小仆人烧着酒炉,炉上的酒正在沸腾。那两个人看见我,十分惊喜地说:“湖中哪能还有这样赏雪的痴情人!”拉着我一同喝酒。我勉强喝了三大杯就告别。问他们的姓名,原是金陵人在此地作客。我走上自己船的时候,替我驾船的人喃喃自语地说:“不要说先生痴,还有像你一样痴的人。”
第4个回答 2010-12-09
On December in the fifth year of Chongzhen, I lived by the Xizi Lake. Three days of snowing vanished any sign of either animals or human beings in the lake. After the evening clock striking, I rent a boat to visit the pavilion in the center of the Lake, wearing a fur coat with no companion. Demeter must be desperate for her Persephone. Her tear was frozen everywhere: from the hanging heaven, to the supporting cloud, to the surrounding mountain, and to the lake. The whole view was painted with pure white. Only a few pieces of shadow could be seen mirrored in the Lake, the dam's as a stroke of a pen, the pavilion's, a dot, and the boat's, the smallest letter, with our shadow like points of it.
After being on shore, I saw two men sitting against each other on felt carpets, one young servant boiling alcohol for them. Spotting me, they were surprised and happy, saying:"How can here comes one more!" They invited me to join, and I pushed myself three bottom-ups. While waving to them, I asked who are they. They told me that they are travellers from Jinling. Finishing my journey, I left the boat for home, hearing the boat driver murmuring:"I thought my client is already crazy, but there exist the even crazier!"