在成功舉辦首屆“《英語世界》杯”翻譯大賽之后，《英語世界》雜志社將聯(lián)合南開大學、中國翻譯協(xié)會社科翻譯委員會、四川省翻譯協(xié)會共同舉辦第二屆“《英語世界》杯”翻譯大賽。今后，我們擬將此項賽事辦成每年一屆的活動，以激發(fā)英語愛好者的翻譯熱情，給力英語學習，探尋翻譯之星。誠愿此項賽事真正成為翻譯愛好者曬秀佳譯的一方天地。
一、活動內(nèi)容
1. 競賽形式：本次競賽為英漢翻譯，參賽原文附后，亦可點擊商務印書館網(wǎng)站（http://www.cp.com.cn/）。
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（1）參賽者年齡不限。
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（5）截稿日期：2011年7月20日，網(wǎng)絡投稿以投稿日為準，信件以寄出日郵戳為準。
二、投稿方式
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四、聯(lián)系方式：
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翻譯比賽原文：
His First Day as Quarry-Boy
By Hugh Miller (1802～1856)
It was twenty years last February since I set out, a little before sunrise, to make my first acquaintance with a life of labour and restraint; and I have rarely had a heavier heart than on that morning. I was but a slim, loose-jointed boy at the time, fond of the pretty intangibilities of romance, and of dreaming when broad awake; and, woful change! I was now going to work at what Burns has instanced, in his ‘Twa Dogs’, as one of the most disagreeable of all employments,—to work in a quarry. Bating the passing uneasinesses occasioned by a few gloomy anticipations, the portion of my life which had already gone by had been happy beyond the common lot. I had been a wanderer among rocks and woods, a reader of curious books when I could get them, a gleaner of old traditionary stories; and now I was going to exchange all my day-dreams, and all my amusements, for the kind of life in which men toil every day that they may be enabled to eat, and eat every day that they may be enabled to toil!
The quarry in which I wrought lay on the southern shore of a noble inland bay, or frith rather, with a little clear stream on the one side, and a thick fir wood on the other. It had been opened in the Old Red Sandstone of the district, and was overtopped by a huge bank of diluvial clay, which rose over it in some places to the height of nearly thirty feet, and which at this time was rent and shivered, wherever it presented an open front to the weather, by a recent frost. A heap of loose fragments, which had fallen from above, blocked up the face of the quarry and my first employment was to clear them away. The friction of the shovel soon blistered my hands, but the pain was by no means very severe, and I wrought hard and willingly, that I might see how the huge strata below, which presented so firm and unbroken a frontage, were to be torn up and removed. Picks, and wedges, and levers, were applied by my brothe-workmen; and, simple and rude as I had been accustomed to regard these implements, I found I had much to learn in the way of using them. They all proved inefficient, however, and the workmen had to bore into one of the inferior strata, and employ gunpowder. The process was new to me, and I deemed it a highly amusing one: it had the merit, too, of being attended with some such degree of danger as a boating or rock excursion, and had thus an interest independent of its novelty. We had a few capital shots: the fragments flew in every direction; and an immense mass of the diluvium came toppling down, bearing with it two dead birds, that in a recent storm had crept into one of the deeper fissures, to die in the shelter. I felt a new interest in examining them. The one was a pretty cock goldfinch, with its hood of vermilion and its wings inlaid with the gold to which it owes its name, as unsoiled and smooth as if it had been preserved for a museum. The other, a somewhat rarer bird, of the woodpecker tribe, was variegated with light blue and a grayish yellow. I was engaged in admiring the poor little things, more disposed to be sentimental, perhaps, than if I had been ten years older, and thinking of the contrast between the warmth and jollity of their green summer haunts, and the cold and darkness of their last retreat, when I heard our employer bidding the workmen lay by their tools. I looked up and saw the sun sinking behind the thick fir wood beside us, and the long dark shadows of the trees stretching downward towards the shore. —Old Red Sandstone
(文章選自?THE OXFORD BOOK OF ENGLISH PROSE, 658-660, Oxford University Press, London, first published 1925， reprinted 1958.)?
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