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Zhou Zhe: /* 英语笔译周皓熙 Zhou Haoxi 202170081612 */

2022-04-23T15:48:07Z

英语笔译周皓熙 Zhou Haoxi 202170081612

Xu Wu: /* 英语口译向望 Xiang Wang 202170081628 */

2022-04-21T08:58:59Z

英语口译向望 Xiang Wang 202170081628

Shi Youjie at 06:33, 21 April 2022

2022-04-21T06:33:53Z

Yang Ziwei: /* 英语笔译杨心怡 Yang Xinyi 202170081604 */

2022-04-21T05:55:55Z

英语笔译杨心怡 Yang Xinyi 202170081604

Yang Xinyi: /* 英语笔译颜媛 Yan Yuan 202170081603 */

2022-04-21T05:48:58Z

英语笔译颜媛 Yan Yuan 202170081603

Xia Jing: /* 英语口译伍佳惠 Wu Jiahui 202170081625 */

2022-04-21T05:11:42Z

英语口译伍佳惠 Wu Jiahui 202170081625

Peng Huixuan: /* 英语口译莫雨婷 Mo Yuting 202170081622 */

2022-04-21T05:10:52Z

英语口译莫雨婷 Mo Yuting 202170081622

Peng Huixuan: /* 英语口译彭慧璇 Peng Huixuan 202170081623 */

2022-04-21T05:08:37Z

英语口译彭慧璇 Peng Huixuan 202170081623

Wu Jiahui: /* 英语口译时友洁 Shi Youjie 202170081624 */

2022-04-21T03:30:21Z

英语口译时友洁 Shi Youjie 202170081624

Hu Mengqi: /* 日语笔译曹梦然 Cao Mengran 202170081632 */

2022-04-21T03:27:45Z

日语笔译曹梦然 Cao Mengran 202170081632

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 Master Merchant nodded. “Exactly.”
 As they were speaking, Ring Merchant, Cymbidium Merchant and Precious Jade arrived,and Master Merchant told them to look at the subject.
 ==英语笔译	周哲	Zhou Zhe	202170081613==

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	Are there coloured plumes leading the way and on either side constellations? Are you escorted by the God of Clouds, approaching with the Courier God of the Moon? I hear the creaking of your carriage wheels —Are you coming in a phoenix equipage? I smell a subtle fragrance —Are you wearing scented herbs? Sparkling the light from your skirt —Have you carved the bright moon for your pendant? On an altar of luxuriant orchid leaves, I burn scented oil in lotus lamps and pour you osmanthus wine in goblets of gourds. Gazing intently through the cloudy air, I seem to glimpse some vision; Bending over the depth to listen, methinks I catch a sound. Can you, roaming through boundless space, bear abandoning me in the dust? If I beg the God of Wind to drive my carriage, may I hope to ride with you? Wrathful is my heart, but what use is it lamenting? You are resting now in peace; Is it destiny that has thus changed my life? Tranquil you sleep in your secluded vault; Can you leave it to change once more? I remain enfettered here. Ah, spirit, will you come at my call?		Are there coloured plumes leading the way and on either side constellations? Are you escorted by the God of Clouds, approaching with the Courier God of the Moon? I hear the creaking of your carriage wheels —Are you coming in a phoenix equipage? I smell a subtle fragrance —Are you wearing scented herbs? Sparkling the light from your skirt —Have you carved the bright moon for your pendant? On an altar of luxuriant orchid leaves, I burn scented oil in lotus lamps and pour you osmanthus wine in goblets of gourds. Gazing intently through the cloudy air, I seem to glimpse some vision; Bending over the depth to listen, methinks I catch a sound. Can you, roaming through boundless space, bear abandoning me in the dust? If I beg the God of Wind to drive my carriage, may I hope to ride with you? Wrathful is my heart, but what use is it lamenting? You are resting now in peace; Is it destiny that has thus changed my life? Tranquil you sleep in your secluded vault; Can you leave it to change once more? I remain enfettered here. Ah, spirit, will you come at my call?
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		+	Are there coloured plumes leading the way and on either side constellations? Are you escorted by the God of Clouds, approaching with the Courier God of the Moon? I hear the creaking of your carriage wheels —Are you coming in a phoenix equipage? I smell a subtle fragrance —Are you wearing scented herbs? Sparkling the light from your skirt —Have you carved the bright moon for your pendant? On an altar of luxuriant orchid leaves, I burn scented oil in lotus lamps and pour you osmanthus wine in goblets of gourds. Gazing intently through the cloudy air, I seem to glimpse some vision; Bending over the depth to listen, methinks I catch a sound. Can you, roaming through boundless space, bear abandoning me in the dust? If I beg the God of Wind to drive my carriage, may I hope to ride with you? Wrathful is my heart, but what use is it lamenting? You are resting now in peace; Is it destiny that has thus changed my life? Tranquil you sleep in your secluded vault; Can you leave it to change once more? I remain enfettered here. Ah, spirit, will you come at my call?
		+	--[[User:Xu Wu\|Xu Wu]] ([[User talk:Xu Wu\|talk]]) 08:58, 21 April 2022 (UTC)

	==英语口译徐舞 Xu Wu 202170081629==		==英语口译徐舞 Xu Wu 202170081629==

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	因用晴雯素日所喜之冰鲛縠一幅，楷字写成，名曰《芙蓉女儿诔》，前序后歌；又备了晴雯素喜的四样吃食。于是黄昏人静之时，命那小丫头捧至芙蓉前。先行礼毕，将那诔文即挂于芙蓉枝上，乃泣涕念曰：维太平不易之元，蓉桂竞芳之月，无可奈何之日，怡红院浊玉，谨以群花之蕊，冰鲛之縠，沁芳之泉，枫露之茗；四者虽微，聊以达诚申信，乃致祭于白帝宫中抚司秋艳芙蓉女儿之前曰：窃思女儿自临人世，迄今凡十有六载。其先之乡籍姓氏，湮沦而莫能考者久矣。而玉得于衾枕栉沐之间，栖息宴游之夕，亲昵狎亵，相与共处者，仅五年八月有奇。		因用晴雯素日所喜之冰鲛縠一幅，楷字写成，名曰《芙蓉女儿诔》，前序后歌；又备了晴雯素喜的四样吃食。于是黄昏人静之时，命那小丫头捧至芙蓉前。先行礼毕，将那诔文即挂于芙蓉枝上，乃泣涕念曰：维太平不易之元，蓉桂竞芳之月，无可奈何之日，怡红院浊玉，谨以群花之蕊，冰鲛之縠，沁芳之泉，枫露之茗；四者虽微，聊以达诚申信，乃致祭于白帝宫中抚司秋艳芙蓉女儿之前曰：窃思女儿自临人世，迄今凡十有六载。其先之乡籍姓氏，湮沦而莫能考者久矣。而玉得于衾枕栉沐之间，栖息宴游之夕，亲昵狎亵，相与共处者，仅五年八月有奇。
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		+	Soon the draft was finished, and he took a piece of white material of the kind they call ‘mermaid silk’, which he knew Skybright had been fond of, and after first writing the title on it in large characters: THE SPIRIT OF THE HIBISCUS: AN ELEGY AND INVOCATION. he copied out the text in a neat kai-shu hand and carried it with him into the Garden. The little maid who had told him about Skybright’s transformation had to follow him with some things for the offering on a tray: a cup of tea, some autumn flowers in a vase of water, and some charcoal in a little burner for starting a fire with. When his solemn bowings and kneelings were over, he hung the silk up on the branches of a hibiscus and began tearfully to read out the words: The year being one in the era of Immutable Peace, the month that in which the Sweet odours of hibiscus and cassia compete, the day, a heavy and doleful day, I, most wretched and disconsolate JADE of the House of Green Delights, having with due reverence prepared and got together buds of flowers, silk of mermaids, water of the Drenched Blossoms stream and Fung Loo tea (all things of little value in themselves, yet sufficient to attest the devotion of a true believer) do here offer them up in sacrifice to her that has now, in the Palace of the White God) become SPIRIT OF THE HIBISCUS, having power and dominion over the flowers of autumn. It is now sixteen years since the BLEST SPIRIT descended into the world of men. As to her native place and the lineage in which she was born, they were long since forgotten; but for five years and eight months of that time she was, in my rising up and lying down, in my washings and combings, in my rest and play, my constant close companion and helpmate.

	Soon the draft was finished, and he took a piece of white material of the kind they call ‘mermaid silk’, which he knew Skybright had been fond of, and after first writing the title on it in large characters: THE SPIRIT OF THE HIBISCUS: AN ELEGY AND INVOCATION. he copied out the text in a neat kai-shu hand and carried it with him into the Garden. The little maid who had told him about Skybright’s transformation had to follow him with some things for the offering on a tray: a cup of tea, some autumn flowers in a vase of water, and some charcoal in a little burner for starting a fire with. When his solemn bowings and kneelings were over, he hung the silk up on the branches of a hibiscus and began tearfully to read out the words: The year being one in the era of Immutable Peace, the month that in which the Sweet odours of hibiscus and cassia compete, the day, a heavy and doleful day, I, most wretched and disconsolate JADE of the House of Green Delights, having with due reverence prepared and got together buds of flowers, silk of mermaids, water of the Drenched Blossoms stream and Fung Loo tea (all things of little value in themselves, yet sufficient to attest the devotion of a true believer) do here offer them up in sacrifice to her that has now, in the Palace of the White God) become SPIRIT OF THE HIBISCUS, having power and dominion over the flowers of autumn. It is now sixteen years since the BLEST SPIRIT descended into the world of men. As to her native place and the lineage in which she was born, they were long since forgotten; but for five years and eight months of that time she was, in my rising up and lying down, in my washings and combings, in my rest and play, my constant close companion and helpmate.		Soon the draft was finished, and he took a piece of white material of the kind they call ‘mermaid silk’, which he knew Skybright had been fond of, and after first writing the title on it in large characters: THE SPIRIT OF THE HIBISCUS: AN ELEGY AND INVOCATION. he copied out the text in a neat kai-shu hand and carried it with him into the Garden. The little maid who had told him about Skybright’s transformation had to follow him with some things for the offering on a tray: a cup of tea, some autumn flowers in a vase of water, and some charcoal in a little burner for starting a fire with. When his solemn bowings and kneelings were over, he hung the silk up on the branches of a hibiscus and began tearfully to read out the words: The year being one in the era of Immutable Peace, the month that in which the Sweet odours of hibiscus and cassia compete, the day, a heavy and doleful day, I, most wretched and disconsolate JADE of the House of Green Delights, having with due reverence prepared and got together buds of flowers, silk of mermaids, water of the Drenched Blossoms stream and Fung Loo tea (all things of little value in themselves, yet sufficient to attest the devotion of a true believer) do here offer them up in sacrifice to her that has now, in the Palace of the White God) become SPIRIT OF THE HIBISCUS, having power and dominion over the flowers of autumn. It is now sixteen years since the BLEST SPIRIT descended into the world of men. As to her native place and the lineage in which she was born, they were long since forgotten; but for five years and eight months of that time she was, in my rising up and lying down, in my washings and combings, in my rest and play, my constant close companion and helpmate.

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	The young girl said: "I am so planning that Qingwen is different from others, treat us very well. Now that he has been wronged to go out, we can't save him in any other way, just go and see for ourselves, it is not in vain to love us. Even if people knew about it, they would go back to the wife and beat us, but I would still like to suffer. So I risked a beating and went out to have a look. He was so wise in life that he remained the same until his death. When he saw that I had gone, he opened his eyes and took my hand and asked, 'Where did Bao Yu go?' I told him. He sighed and said, 'I can't see it.' So I said, 'Why don't you wait for him to come back and see me?' He then laughed and said, 'You do not know that I am not dead, but now there is one less flower god in heaven, and the Jade Emperor has ordered me to take charge of the flowers.		The young girl said: "I am so planning that Qingwen is different from others, treat us very well. Now that he has been wronged to go out, we can't save him in any other way, just go and see for ourselves, it is not in vain to love us. Even if people knew about it, they would go back to the wife and beat us, but I would still like to suffer. So I risked a beating and went out to have a look. He was so wise in life that he remained the same until his death. When he saw that I had gone, he opened his eyes and took my hand and asked, 'Where did Bao Yu go?' I told him. He sighed and said, 'I can't see it.' So I said, 'Why don't you wait for him to come back and see me?' He then laughed and said, 'You do not know that I am not dead, but now there is one less flower god in heaven, and the Jade Emperor has ordered me to take charge of the flowers.
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		+	The young girl said: "I am so planning that Qingwen is different from others, treat us very well. Now that he has been wronged to go out, we can't save him in any other way, just go and see for ourselves, it is not in vain to love us. Even if people knew about it, they would go back to the wife and beat us, but I would still like to suffer. So I risked a beating and went out to have a look. He was so wise in life that he remained the same until his death. When he saw that I had gone, he opened his eyes and took my hand and asked, 'Where did Bao Yu go?' I told him. He sighed and said, 'I can't see it.' So I said, 'Why don't you wait for him to come back and see me?' He then laughed and said, 'You do not know that I am not dead, but now there is one less flower god in heaven, and the Jade Emperor has ordered me to take charge of the flowers.--[[User:Yang Ziwei\|Yang Ziwei]] ([[User talk:Yang Ziwei\|talk]]) 05:55, 21 April 2022 (UTC)

	==英语笔译杨紫微 Yang Ziwei 202170081605==		==英语笔译杨紫微 Yang Ziwei 202170081605==

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 “What did she say after she came back?” “She said Sister Qingwen was crying out all night. First thing this morning, she closed her eyes and stopped calling because she'd fainted away and couldn't get a sound out, just gasping for breath.” “Whom was she calling all night?” he hastily asked. ‘Didn't she call for anyone else?” said Bao-yu, brushing away a tear. ‘Her mother,' said the girl.‘They said she just went on calling “Mamma! “Mamma! all night long.” “Nobody else.” “You silly thing, you can't have heard her clearly.” ‘She certainly is a silly girl,' the other little maid piped up.A sharp little creature, she had sensed at once what Bao-yu was hoping for and was willing to supply it. “I not only heard her clearly, I went over on the sly to see Qingwen.”
 ‘How did you come to do that?” Bao-yu asked her.
 ==英语笔译	杨心怡	Yang Xinyi	202170081604==

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	It was a hard thing to hunt out the Isle of the Blest from among the multitudinous islands of the ocean and bring back the immortal herb that should restore her: the raft is lost that went to look for it. It was but yesterday that I painted those delicate smoke-black eyebrows; and who is there today to warm the cold jade rings for her fingers? The medicine she drank stands yet upon the stove; the tears are still wet on the garment she once wore. The phoenix has flown and MUSK’s vanity-box has burst apart for sorrow; the dragon has departed, and RIPPLE’s comb has broken its teeth for grief. The magpie has forsaken my chamber: it is in vain for the maidens to hang up their needles on Seventh Night and pray for nimble fingers. My buckle with the love-ducks is broken: the seamstress is no more who could repair the silk-work of its girdle. And this being the season of autumn when the power of metal predominates and the White God is master of the earth, the signs themselves are melancholy. I wake from dreams of her on a lonely couch and in an empty room. As the moon veils herself behind the trees of the garden, the moonlight and the sweet form I dreamed of are in the same moment extinguished; as the perfume fades from the hangings of my bedchamber, the laboured breath and whispered words I strove to catch at the same time fail silent. Dew pearls the pavement’s moss; the launderer’s beat is borne in unceasingly through my casement. Rain wets the wall-fig; a flute’s complaint carries uncertainly from a near-by courtyard. Her sweet name is not extinguished, for the parrot in his cage under the eaves ceases not to repeat it; and the crabtree in my courtyard whose half-withering was a foretokening of her fate stands yet her memorial.		It was a hard thing to hunt out the Isle of the Blest from among the multitudinous islands of the ocean and bring back the immortal herb that should restore her: the raft is lost that went to look for it. It was but yesterday that I painted those delicate smoke-black eyebrows; and who is there today to warm the cold jade rings for her fingers? The medicine she drank stands yet upon the stove; the tears are still wet on the garment she once wore. The phoenix has flown and MUSK’s vanity-box has burst apart for sorrow; the dragon has departed, and RIPPLE’s comb has broken its teeth for grief. The magpie has forsaken my chamber: it is in vain for the maidens to hang up their needles on Seventh Night and pray for nimble fingers. My buckle with the love-ducks is broken: the seamstress is no more who could repair the silk-work of its girdle. And this being the season of autumn when the power of metal predominates and the White God is master of the earth, the signs themselves are melancholy. I wake from dreams of her on a lonely couch and in an empty room. As the moon veils herself behind the trees of the garden, the moonlight and the sweet form I dreamed of are in the same moment extinguished; as the perfume fades from the hangings of my bedchamber, the laboured breath and whispered words I strove to catch at the same time fail silent. Dew pearls the pavement’s moss; the launderer’s beat is borne in unceasingly through my casement. Rain wets the wall-fig; a flute’s complaint carries uncertainly from a near-by courtyard. Her sweet name is not extinguished, for the parrot in his cage under the eaves ceases not to repeat it; and the crabtree in my courtyard whose half-withering was a foretokening of her fate stands yet her memorial.
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		+	It was a hard thing to hunt out the Isle of the Blest from among the multitudinous islands of the ocean and bring back the immortal herb that should restore her: the raft is lost that went to look for it. It was but yesterday that I painted those delicate smoke-black eyebrows; and who is there today to warm the cold jade rings for her fingers? The medicine she drank stands yet upon the stove; the tears are still wet on the garment she once wore. The phoenix has flown and MUSK’s vanity-box has burst apart for sorrow; the dragon has departed, and RIPPLE’s comb has broken its teeth for grief. The magpie has forsaken my chamber: it is in vain for the maidens to hang up their needles on Seventh Night and pray for nimble fingers. My buckle with the love-ducks is broken: the seamstress is no more who could repair the silk-work of its girdle. And this being the season of autumn when the power of metal predominates and the White God is master of the earth, the signs themselves are melancholy. I wake from dreams of her on a lonely couch and in an empty room. As the moon veils herself behind the trees of the garden, the moonlight and the sweet form I dreamed of are in the same moment extinguished; as the perfume fades from the hangings of my bedchamber, the laboured breath and whispered words I strove to catch at the same time fail silent. Dew pearls the pavement’s moss; the launderer’s beat is borne in unceasingly through my casement. Rain wets the wall-fig; a flute’s complaint carries uncertainly from a near-by courtyard. Her sweet name is not extinguished, for the parrot in his cage under the eaves ceases not to repeat it; and the crabtree in my courtyard whose half-withering was a foretokening of her fate stands yet her memorial.--[[User:Xia Jing\|Xia Jing]] ([[User talk:Xia Jing\|talk]]) 05:11, 21 April 2022 (UTC)

	==英语口译夏晶 Xia Jing 202170081626==		==英语口译夏晶 Xia Jing 202170081626==

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	The three of them went off, feeling like condemned prisoners who have suddenly been given a reprieve. For the two younger ones it was the end of their day: a blessed nothingness until bedtime. But Bao-yu was still grieving for Skybright. The sight of the hibiscus by the lake reminded him of what the little maid had told him about her. As he stood gazing sorrowfully at the bushes, an idea suddenly came to him. ‘Since I wasn’t able to see her in her coffin, why don’t I pay my last respects to her here, in the presence of her flowers?’ He was on the point of kneeling down in front of them when another thought occurred to him. ‘That’s all very well, but I can’t do it just anyhow. In order to show proper respect I must first make sure that I am dressed correctly. And I must prepare a little ceremony and make her some sort of offering.’ This led to further cogitation. ‘It says somewhere in the classics, “Where there is faith enough and goodwill, duckweed boiled in puddle-water is an offering acceptable to the gods and a dish fit to be set before princes.” Proper respect evidently has nothing to do with the value of the offering. And I could always write something to read out before I made it.’ He began to plan what he would write. ‘An elegy’ it would be called. It would be a bit like one of those long Chu poems – Li sao or The Summons of the Soul - but with elements of other things as well. And of course a lot of it would be original. He sat down and began writing it as soon as he got back to his apartment. As it was to please himself, he could be as wild and extravagant as he liked and compose as quickly as his imagination would let him.		The three of them went off, feeling like condemned prisoners who have suddenly been given a reprieve. For the two younger ones it was the end of their day: a blessed nothingness until bedtime. But Bao-yu was still grieving for Skybright. The sight of the hibiscus by the lake reminded him of what the little maid had told him about her. As he stood gazing sorrowfully at the bushes, an idea suddenly came to him. ‘Since I wasn’t able to see her in her coffin, why don’t I pay my last respects to her here, in the presence of her flowers?’ He was on the point of kneeling down in front of them when another thought occurred to him. ‘That’s all very well, but I can’t do it just anyhow. In order to show proper respect I must first make sure that I am dressed correctly. And I must prepare a little ceremony and make her some sort of offering.’ This led to further cogitation. ‘It says somewhere in the classics, “Where there is faith enough and goodwill, duckweed boiled in puddle-water is an offering acceptable to the gods and a dish fit to be set before princes.” Proper respect evidently has nothing to do with the value of the offering. And I could always write something to read out before I made it.’ He began to plan what he would write. ‘An elegy’ it would be called. It would be a bit like one of those long Chu poems – Li sao or The Summons of the Soul - but with elements of other things as well. And of course a lot of it would be original. He sat down and began writing it as soon as he got back to his apartment. As it was to please himself, he could be as wild and extravagant as he liked and compose as quickly as his imagination would let him.
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		+	The three of them went off, feeling like condemned prisoners who have suddenly been given a reprieve. For the two younger ones it was the end of their day: a blessed nothingness until bedtime. But Bao-yu was still grieving for Skybright. The sight of the hibiscus by the lake reminded him of what the little maid had told him about her. As he stood gaz ing sorrowfully at the bushes, an idea suddenly came to him. ‘Since I wasn’t able to see her in her coffin, why don’t I pay my last respects to her here, in the presence of her flowers?’ He was on the point of kneeling down in front of them when another thought occurred to him. ‘That’s all very well, but I can’t do it just anyhow. In order to show proper respect I must first make sure that I am dressed correctly. And I must prepare a little ceremony and make her some sort of offering.’ This led to further cogitation. ‘It says somewhere in the classics, “Where there is faith enough and goodwill, duckweed boiled in puddle-water is an offering acceptable to the gods and a dish fit to be set before princes.” Proper respect evidently has nothing to do with the value of the offering. And I could always write something to read out before I made it.’ He began to plan what he would write. ‘An elegy’ it would be called. It would be a bit like one of those long Chu poems – Li sao or The Summons of the Soul - but with elements of other things as well. And of course a lot of it would be original. He sat down and began writing it as soon as he got back to his apartment. As it was to please himself, he could be as wild and extravagant as he liked and compose as quickly as his imagination would let him.

	==英语口译彭慧璇 Peng Huixuan 202170081623==		==英语口译彭慧璇 Peng Huixuan 202170081623==

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	因用晴雯素日所喜之冰鲛縠一幅，楷字写成，名曰《芙蓉女儿诔》，前序后歌；又备了晴雯素喜的四样吃食。于是黄昏人静之时，命那小丫头捧至芙蓉前。先行礼毕，将那诔文即挂于芙蓉枝上，乃泣涕念曰：维太平不易之元，蓉桂竞芳之月，无可奈何之日，怡红院浊玉，谨以群花之蕊，冰鲛之縠，沁芳之泉，枫露之茗；四者虽微，聊以达诚申信，乃致祭于白帝宫中抚司秋艳芙蓉女儿之前曰：窃思女儿自临人世，迄今凡十有六载。其先之乡籍姓氏，湮沦而莫能考者久矣。而玉得于衾枕栉沐之间，栖息宴游之夕，亲昵狎亵，相与共处者，仅五年八月有奇。		因用晴雯素日所喜之冰鲛縠一幅，楷字写成，名曰《芙蓉女儿诔》，前序后歌；又备了晴雯素喜的四样吃食。于是黄昏人静之时，命那小丫头捧至芙蓉前。先行礼毕，将那诔文即挂于芙蓉枝上，乃泣涕念曰：维太平不易之元，蓉桂竞芳之月，无可奈何之日，怡红院浊玉，谨以群花之蕊，冰鲛之縠，沁芳之泉，枫露之茗；四者虽微，聊以达诚申信，乃致祭于白帝宫中抚司秋艳芙蓉女儿之前曰：窃思女儿自临人世，迄今凡十有六载。其先之乡籍姓氏，湮沦而莫能考者久矣。而玉得于衾枕栉沐之间，栖息宴游之夕，亲昵狎亵，相与共处者，仅五年八月有奇。
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		+	Soon the draft was finished, and he took a piece of white material of the kind they call ‘mermaid silk’, which he knew Skybright had been fond of, and after first writing the title on it in large characters: THE SPIRIT OF THE HIBISCUS: AN ELEGY AND INVOCATION. he copied out the text in a neat kai-shu hand and carried it with him into the Garden. The little maid who had told him about Skybright’s transformation had to follow him with some things for the offering on a tray: a cup of tea, some autumn flowers in a vase of water, and some charcoal in a little burner for starting a fire with. When his solemn bowings and kneelings were over, he hung the silk up on the branches of a hibiscus and began tearfully to read out the words: The year being one in the era of Immutable Peace, the month that in which the Sweet odours of hibiscus and cassia compete, the day, a heavy and doleful day, I, most wretched and disconsolate JADE of the House of Green Delights, having with due reverence prepared and got together buds of flowers, silk of mermaids, water of the Drenched Blossoms stream and Fung Loo tea (all things of little value in themselves, yet sufficient to attest the devotion of a true believer) do here offer them up in sacrifice to her that has now, in the Palace of the White God) become SPIRIT OF THE HIBISCUS, having power and dominion over the flowers of autumn. It is now sixteen years since the BLEST SPIRIT descended into the world of men. As to her native place and the lineage in which she was born, they were long since forgotten; but for five years and eight months of that time she was, in my rising up and lying down, in my washings and combings, in my rest and play, my constant close companion and helpmate.

	==英语口译时友洁 Shi Youjie 202170081624==		==英语口译时友洁 Shi Youjie 202170081624==

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 忆女儿曩生之昔，其为质则金玉不足喻其贵，其为体则冰雪不足喻其洁，其为神则星日不足喻其精，其为貌则花月不足喻其色。姊妹悉慕媖娴，妪媪咸仰惠德。孰料鸠鸩恶其高，鹰鸷翻遭罦罬；薋葹妒其臭，茝兰竟被芟蒩！花原自怯，岂奈狂飚？柳本多愁，何禁骤雨？偶遭蛊虿之谗，遂抱膏肓之疚。故樱唇红褪，韵吐呻吟；杏脸香枯，色陈顑颔。诼谣謑诟，出自屏帏；荆棘蓬榛，蔓延窗户。既怀幽沉于不尽，复含罔屈于无穷。高标见嫉，闺帏恨比长沙；贞烈遭危，巾帼惨于雁塞。自蓄辛酸，谁怜夭折？仙云既散，芳趾难寻。
 It is to be recorded of her that in estimation she was more precious than gold or jade, in nature more pure than ice or snow, in wit more brilliant than the sun or stars, in complexion more beautiful than the moon or than flowers. Who of the maidens did not admire her accomplishments? Who among the
-matrons did not marvel at her sagacity? But if baleful scritch-owls that hate the heights can cause the kingly eagle to be taken in a net, and rank and stinking weeds, envious of another’s fragrance, can cause the sweet herb of grace to be uprooted, it is not to be thought that a shrinking flower could withstand the whirlwind’s blast, or a tender willow-tree be proof against the buffetings of the tempest. When the envenomed tongue of slander was wagged against her, she pined inwardly with a wasting sickness: the red of her cherry lips faded and only sad and plaintive sounds issued out of them; the bloom of her apricot cheeks withered and none but lean and haggard looks were to be seen upon them.Slanders and slights crept from behind every curtain; thorns and thistles choked up the doors and windows of her chamber. Yet truly she had done no infamous thing. She entered a silent victim into the eternal, a wronged innocent into the everlasting: a more notable martyr (though but a mere girl)
+matrons did not marvel at her sagacity? But if baleful scritch-owls that hate the heights can cause the kingly eagle to be taken in a net, and rank and stinking weeds, envious of another’s fragrance, can cause the sweet herb of grace to be uprooted, it is not to be thought that a shrinking flower could withstand the whirlwind’s blast, or a tender willow-tree be proof against the buffetings of the tempest. When the envenomed tongue of slander was wagged against her, she pined inwardly with a wasting sickness: the red of her cherry lips faded and only sad and plaintive sounds issued out of them; the bloom of her apricot cheeks withered and none but lean and haggard looks were to be seen upon them.Slanders and slights crept from behind every curtain; thorns and thistles choked up the doors and windows of her chamber. Yet truly she had done no infamous thing. She entered a silent victim into the eternal, a wronged innocent into the everlasting: a more notable martyr (though but a mere girl) to the envy of excellence than he who was drowned at Long sands; a more pitiable sufferer from the peril of plain dealing than he that was slain upon Feather Mountain.
 to the envy of excellence than he who was drowned at Long sands; a more pitiable sufferer from the peril of plain dealing than he that was slain upon Feather Mountain.
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	Precious Jade Merchant blushed when he heard it, and replied with a smile: "I thought that all these rituals in the world are too familiar, so I changed them to a new one. It was just a temporary thing. Who knows that you have heard. Yes. What can't be changed, why not cut it." Wiselotus Potterymaker said, "Where is the original manuscript? I have to read it carefully. It's a long story, I don't know what it said, but I only heard two sentences in the middle.“The son in the red tent is passionate, the girls in the loess ridge died early.” The meaning of this couplet is good, but 'in the red silk tent' is a bit more vulgar. It is a ready-made truth, why not use it?" Precious Jade Merchant hurriedly asked, "What ready-made truth?"Wiselotus Potterymaker said with a smile, "We are all blindfolded by pink clouds gauze now, why don't we say 'Under red gauze window, Young Master is passionate'?"		Precious Jade Merchant blushed when he heard it, and replied with a smile: "I thought that all these rituals in the world are too familiar, so I changed them to a new one. It was just a temporary thing. Who knows that you have heard. Yes. What can't be changed, why not cut it." Wiselotus Potterymaker said, "Where is the original manuscript? I have to read it carefully. It's a long story, I don't know what it said, but I only heard two sentences in the middle.“The son in the red tent is passionate, the girls in the loess ridge died early.” The meaning of this couplet is good, but 'in the red silk tent' is a bit more vulgar. It is a ready-made truth, why not use it?" Precious Jade Merchant hurriedly asked, "What ready-made truth?"Wiselotus Potterymaker said with a smile, "We are all blindfolded by pink clouds gauze now, why don't we say 'Under red gauze window, Young Master is passionate'?"
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		+	Precious Jade blushed when he heard it, and replied with a smile: "I thought that all these rituals in the world are too familiar, so I changed them to a new one. It was just a temporary thing. Who knows that you have heard. Yes. What can't be changed, why not cut it." Wiselotus Potterymaker said, "Where is the original manuscript? I have to read it carefully. It's a long story, I don't know what it said, but I only heard two sentences in the middle.“The son in the red tent is passionate, the girls in the loess ridge died early.” The meaning of this couplet is good, but 'in the red silk tent' is a bit more vulgar. It is a ready-made truth, why not use it?" Precious Jade hurriedly asked, "What ready-made truth?"Wiselotus Potterymaker said with a smile, "We are all blindfolded by pink clouds gauze now, why don't we say 'Under red gauze window, Young Master is passionate'?"--[[User:Hu Mengqi\|Hu Mengqi]] ([[User talk:Hu Mengqi\|talk]]) 03:27, 21 April 2022 (UTC)

	==日语笔译胡梦琪 Hu Mengqi 202170081633==		==日语笔译胡梦琪 Hu Mengqi 202170081633==

20220415 culture - Revision history

Zhou Zhe: /* 英语笔译 周皓熙 Zhou Haoxi 202170081612 */

Xu Wu: /* 英语口译 向望 Xiang Wang 202170081628 */

Shi Youjie at 06:33, 21 April 2022

Yang Ziwei: /* 英语笔译 杨心怡 Yang Xinyi 202170081604 */

Yang Xinyi: /* 英语笔译 颜媛 Yan Yuan 202170081603 */

Xia Jing: /* 英语口译 伍佳惠 Wu Jiahui 202170081625 */

Peng Huixuan: /* 英语口译 莫雨婷 Mo Yuting 202170081622 */

Peng Huixuan: /* 英语口译 彭慧璇 Peng Huixuan 202170081623 */

Wu Jiahui: /* 英语口译 时友洁 Shi Youjie 202170081624 */

Hu Mengqi: /* 日语笔译 曹梦然 Cao Mengran 202170081632 */