一、英译汉（50分）:

这是十一月下旬寒冷而灰暗的一天。天气一夜之间就变了。逆转风挟来一方花岗岩似的天空和一片迷迷蒙蒙的细雨。虽然才下午两点多一点，但冬夜的苍白似乎已逼近绵绵的丘陵，给群山披上了一层薄雾。如此看来，四点钟天就要黑了。空气潮湿而阴冷。尽管车窗紧闭，但冷风仍直往车厢里钻。皮座椅摸上去湿乎乎的，车顶上肯定有小裂缝，时不时有细小的雨滴轻轻落下，在皮座上留下一片深蓝色墨迹似的污渍。风一阵阵袭来，每每在车子驶经弯道时摇撼着车身。行至无遮无掩的高处，马车会在狂风的吹打下，哆哆嗦嗦，踉踉跄跄。车厢在高高的车轮之间像醉汉一样摇摇晃晃。

车夫裹着一件大衣，领子直拉到耳朵。他深深地弓着身子坐在那里，似乎是想用自己的肩膀来躲避风雨。马儿有气无力地迈着沉重的步伐，闷闷不乐地听命车夫的吆喝，在风雨交加之中显得疲惫不堪。对连连炸响在他们头上的皮鞭，他们已无动于衷，但车夫仍在用他冻僵的手指摇动着马鞭。

车轮在落进路面上的水坑时发出吱吱嘎嘎的呻吟声，有时还会把稀软的烂泥溅在车窗上，与绵绵不断的雨水混合在一起，将窗外的乡村风景遮得个严严实实。

几个乘客挤在一起取暖，每当车子落入一个较大的水坑时，就齐声叫喊。有个老头自打特鲁罗上车后就一直不停地发着牢骚。他怒气冲冲地从座位上站起来，笨手笨脚地摸到推拉窗的窗格，啪的一声拉下，雨水呼的一下淋了他和同车乘客的一身。他伸出脑袋，暴躁地冲着车夫大声叫骂，说他是流氓、杀人犯；如果他再这样慢吞吞地赶车，车还没到博德明，车上人就要死光了；还说，大家闷得气都喘不过来了，反正他本人这辈子是再也不坐马车了。

二、汉译英（50分）:

National Crisis vs Heroic Nation

Li Dazhao

The course of history is never smooth. It is sometimes beset with difficulties and obstacles and nothing short of a heroic spirit can help surmount them.

A mighty long river sometimes flow through a broad section with plains lying boundless on either side, its waters rolling on non-stop for thousands upon thousands of miles. Sometimes it comes up against a narrow section flanked by high mountains and steep cliffs, winding through a course with many a perilous twist and turn. A nation, in the course of  its development, fares likewise.

   The historical course of man’s life is just like a journey. A traveller on a long journey passes through now a broad, level plain, now a rugged, hazardous road. While a determined traveller cheerfully continues his journey upon reaching a safe and smooth place, he finds it still more fascinating to come to a rugged place, the enormously magnificent spectacle of which, he feels, is better able to generate him a wonderful sensation of adventure.

   The Chinese nation is now confronted with a rugged and dangerous section of its historical course. Nevertheless, there is also in this section a spectacle of enormous magnificence that inspires in us passers-by a delightful sensation of splendor. And this delight sensation, however, can only be shared by those with a heroic spirit.

   The Yangtse River and the Yellow River are both symbolic of our national spirit. The two mighty rivers negotiate deserts and gorges until their turbid torrents surge forward with irresistible force. The present national crisis can never obstruct the advance of our national life. Let us brace up our spirits and march through this rugged, dangerous road to the tune of our solemn, stirring songs. The greatest joy of life, mind you, is to build up our country during its most difficult days.