荷塘月色 谁翻译的英文版？

1. 荷塘月色 谁翻译的英文版？

荷塘月色共有四个英译本
第一个译本是由朱纯深翻译，他传达了原文的审美观念，并在《荷塘月色》的译本中选用了最合适的词语。
第二个译本是著名的译者王淑升翻译的，
第三个译本是由杨宪益和他的妻子戴乃迭翻译的。他们的翻译体现出：译出语言要忠实于译入语言的深层意义以及原文的文化：译出语言可有些许洋味，他们的审美思想在《荷塘月色》中很好地体现出来了。
第四个译本是李明在2005年翻译的。因此在这个译本中，有很多新思想和新方法。

2. 荷塘月色的英文翻译

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。

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.

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。

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.

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。

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.

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。

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.

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。

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.

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。

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.

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：

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:

于是妖童媛女，
荡舟心许；
鷁首徐回，
兼传羽杯；
欋将移而藻挂，
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。

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.

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。

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.

于是又记起《西洲曲》里的句子：

I also remember some lines from the poem West Islet:

采莲南塘秋，莲花过人头；低头弄莲子，莲子清如水。

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.

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 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 fast asleep.

3. 荷塘月色有英文翻译吗？ 求译文

荷塘月色 Moonlight over the Lotus Pond
朱自清 Zhu Ziqing
 
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 (lays. 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 morn, my wife was patting the son, Run-er,  sleepily humming a cradle song.  Shrugging on an overcoat, quietly, I 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 nuns 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.

4. 英语文学《荷塘月色》

　　A quiet mind these days. Tonight, I sat in the yard to enjoy the cool, it struck me how different the lotus pool I pass every day, in the light of the full moon, the another ziqing
　　Saffron. The moon was sailing higher and higher up the road outside the wall, the sound of childish laughter had gone, His wife was in the house patting juner and humming a lullaby to him, and my song. I quietly with the big unlined upper garment, the door. The lotus pond, is a small cinder footpath. This is a secluded road even by One day, night more lonely. The lotus around, there are many trees rich in leaves, lush and green. There are some willows, and some don't know the names of the tree. No moonlight, this road, some of them spooky. Tonight, but very good, although the moonlight is still light. Only one way, I carry a hand pace. The universe seems I, I also like the usual oneself, beyond into another world. I love, love to calm, Love, love alone. Like tonight, one in this boundless, can think, what all can not, I feel I am a free man. One is obliged to do, or to say, now can be ignored. This is the beauty alone, I and benefit the boundless fragrance moonlight. Above the winding lotus pond, with quartered lines fill leaves. Leaf high above the water, like the skirts of. Layers of leaves, dotted with white, here and there to open, some shyly in, As the bud, like stars, scattering pearls and beauties just out of the bath. A breeze, delivered continuously faint scent, as from a distant building slim singing. At this time, there is a tiny flowers and leaves, like lightning, streaking across the lotus pond. Leaves are shoulder to shoulder, this is a patch of. Underneath, the exquisite water is covered, cannot see some color, But leaves are more charming. Moonlight like water, quietly in the leaf diarrhoea and flowers. Thin blue mist floating in the lotus pond. The leaves and flowers in the milk of washed, And like a gauzy dream. Although it is a full moon, a light cloud, so not its brightest, But I think it's good to HanMian nap is indispensable, th. The moonlight is the trees, shrubs, and on down the shadows of the mountains, and mottled sutra sutra as ghosts, The figures of the curved willow, like painting on the lotus leaf. The moonlight is not uniform; liantang But a harmonious rhythm of light and shade, such as sino-sanskrit phonetic rather ling on playing a violin. The lotus pond, YuanYuanJinJin, high and low, and willow trees are most. These trees be, Only in the path side, through a gap, like for the moon. Trees are YinYinDe, at first glance like a smoke, But in the willows, still discernible. On the top of the mountain area is faint, only some. Through the branches are also lighting, listless, is thirsty sleepy eyes. This is the most lively, to the cicadas in the trees and water in the pond. But they are busy, I have nothing. Suddenly remind of mining of Ephraim. Ephraim is the old customs in jiangnan, seem very early, and of, Poetry can know from roughly. It was young woman, they are in sampans and singing love songs. To many people, in Ephraim and see the people in Ephraim. It is a busy season, also a romantic seasons. YuanDi beam in the lotus "well said: so the lich TongYuan female, canoe xu heart, These songs, and pass feather xu back. 棹 will move and algae, ship to hang for ping. The fine meal, gird regardless of one step, Summer flowers, YeNen beginning early spring, and fear, and with smiling Ju converges and pour ship (j a). A picture of these merry excursio. This is interesting, but we must now already. Then again, remember the state of the sentences in the autumn of Ephraim: mining, lotus over head, Lotus, lotus bowed out asteriods. If you have tonight in the lotus, lotus is here ";" Shadows alone are not enough. This makes me really need the jiangnan. -- think like this, it is the door, Gently push door, what also have no sound, and my wife fast asleep. Beijing, July 1927 campus.

　　英语文学总第一期朱自清《荷塘月色》

5. 英语笔译《荷塘月色》

 英语笔译《荷塘月色》
                       　　月光如流水一般，静静地泻在这一片叶子和花上。这是《荷塘月色》中的句子。下面是我分享的翻译为英文的《荷塘月色》，欢迎大家阅读!
    
       　　英语笔译《荷塘月色》        　　译文： 
       　　Moonlightover the Lotus Pond
       　　I have felt quiteupset recently, Tonight, when I was sitting in the yard enjoying the cool, itoccurred to me that the Lotus Pond, which I pass by every day, must assumequite a different look in such moonlit night. A full moon was rising highin the sky; the laughter of children playing outside had died away; in theroom, my wife was patting the son, Run-er, sleepily humming a cradle song.Shrugging on an overcoat, quietly, I made my way out, closing the door behindme.
       　　Alongside the Lotus Pond runs a smallcinder footpath. It is peaceful and secluded here, a place not frequented bypedestrians even in the daytime; now at night, it looks more solitary, in alush, shady ambience of trees all around the pond. On the side where the pathis, there are willows, interlaced with some others whose names I do not know.The foliage, which, in a moon-less night, would loom somewhat frighteninglydark, looks very nice tonight, although the moonlight is not more than a thin,greyish veil.
       　　Iam on my own, strolling, hands behind my back. This bit of the universe seemsin my possession now; and I myself seem to have been uplifted from my ordinaryself into another world, I like a serene and peaceful life, as much as a busyand active one; I like being in solitude, as much as in company. As it istonight, 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 tosay, in the daytime, can be very well cast a side now. That is the beauty ofbeing alone. For the moment, just let me indulge in this profusion of moonlightand lotus fragrance.
       　　All over this winding stretch of water,what meets the eye is a silken field of leaves, reaching rather high above thesurface, 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, our beautiesjust out of the bath. A breeze stirs, sending over breaths of fragrance, likefaint singing drifting from a distant building. At this moment, a tiny thrillshoots through the leaves and flowers, like a streak of lightning, straightacross the forest of lotuses. The leaves, which have been standing shoulder toshoulder, are caught trembling in an emerald heave of the pond. Underneath, theexquisite water is covered from view, and none can tell its colour; yet theleaves on top project themselves all the more attractively.
       　　The moon sheds her liquid light silentlyover the leaves and flowers, which, in the floating transparency of a bluishhaze from the pond, look as if they had just been bathed in milk, or like adream wrapped in a gauzy hood. Although it is a full moon, shining through afilm of clouds, the light is not at its brightest; it is, however, just rightfor me —aprofound sleep is indispensable, yet a snatched doze also has a savour of itsown. The moonlight is streaming down through the foliage, casting bushy shadowson the ground from high above, dark and checkered, like an army of ghosts;whereas the benign figures of the drooping willows, here and there, look likepaintings on the lotus leaves. The moonlight is not spread evenly over thepond, but rather in a harmonious rhythm of light and shade, like a famousmelody played on a violin.
       　　Around the pond, far and near, high and low,are trees. Most of them are willows. Only on the path side can two or threegaps be 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 ofmist, against which, however, the charm of those willow trees is stilldiscernible. Over the trees appear some distant mountains, but merely insketchy silhouette. Through the branches are also a couple of lamps, aslistless as sleepy eyes. The most lively creatures here, for the moment, mustbe the cicadas in the trees and the frogs in the pond. But the liveliness istheirs, I have nothing.
       　　Suddenly, something like lotus-gatheringcrosses my mind. It used to be celebrated as a folk festival in the South,probably dating very far back in history, most popular in the period of SixDynasties. We can pick up some outlines of this activity in the poetry, It wasyoung girls who went gathering lotuses, in sampans and singing love songs.Needless to say, there were a great number of them doing the gathering, apartfrom those who were watching. It was a lively season, brimming with vitality,and romance. A brilliant description can be found in Lotus Ga-thering writtenby the Yuan Emperor of the Liang Dynasty:
       　　So those charming youngsters row their sampans, heart buoyant with tacit love, pass to each othercups of winewhile their bird-shaped prows drift around. From time to time their oars arecaught in dangling algae, and duckweed float apart the moment their boats areabout to move on. Their slender figures, girdled with plain silk, treadwatchfully on board. This is the time when spring is growing intosummer, the leaves a tender green and the flowers blooming, — among which the girls are giggling whenevading an outreaching stem, their shirts tucked in for fear that the sampanmight tilt.
       　　That is a glimpseof those merrymaking scenes. It must have been fascinating; but unfortunatelywe have long been denied such a delight.
       　　Then I recall those lines in Ballad of Xizhou Island:
       　　Gathering the lotus, I am in the South Pond,/The lilies, in autumn,, reach over my head; /Lowering my head I toy with thelotus seed, /look, they are as fresh as the water underneath.
       　　If there weresomebody gathering lotuses tonight, she could tell that the lilies here arehigh enough to reach over her head; but, one would certainly miss the sight of thewater. So my memories drift back to the South after all.
       　　Deep in my thoughts, I looked up, just tofind myself at the door of my own house. Gently I pushed the door open andwalked in. Not a sound inside, my wife had been asleep for quite a while.
       　　QinghuaCampus, Beiiing, July, 1927
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       　　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，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：
       　　于是妖童媛女，荡舟心许;鷁首徐回，兼传羽杯;欋将移而藻挂，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。
       　　1927年7月，北京清华园。
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6. 朱自清《荷塘月色》课文

 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，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(niǎo,nuó)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(mò)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(ē)玲(英语violin小提琴的译音)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;但热闹是他们的，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：
   于是妖童媛(yuàn)女，荡舟心许;鷁(yì)首徐回，兼传羽杯;棹(zhào)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)。
   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，《西州曲》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，什么声息也没有了，妻已睡熟好久了。
   一九二七年七月，北京清华园。
     

7. 朱自清的《荷塘月色》原文是什么？

8. 朱自清的《荷塘月色》原文

朱自清的《荷塘月色》原文：
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。