煤屑文言文

Ⅰ 把何唐月色縮寫成文言文

荷塘月色 （文言文版）
近日心頗不寧。今夕坐庭中納涼，忽憶日日過之荷塘，於是滿月之光里，總當別有一番形乎。月漸高矣，牆外馬路上童子之笑，既不聞矣；妻在室拊閏兒，昏昏地嘻笑眠歌。我潛披了大衫，帶上門出。緣荷塘，乃一曲之小煤屑路。此幽之路；晝亦少人行，夜更寂寞。荷塘四面，長而多樹，蓊蓊鬱之。道路之旁，是些楊柳，與其不知名之樹。無月之夕，此路陰森森之，有些怕人。今夕頗好，雖光猶淡。
道只我一人，背手無夫而。這一天，我也；我亦似過於常之自，至於一世里。我愛熱鬧，亦愛靜；愛群居，亦愛處。如今夕上，一人於此茫之下，無所不欲，莫可不欲，便覺是個自由者。晝里必為之事，必雲之言，今皆可以不理。此處之妙，我且受此無邊之荷香月矣。
曲折之荷塘上，彌望者田之葉。葉出水高，如亭之女之裙。中層之葉，零星地點綴些白花，有呈裊娜地開著之，有硯然持朵兒也；如一顆粒之珠，又如碧天中之星，又如初出浴麗者。微風過處，送縷縷香，若遠樓上渺之聲也。此時葉與花有一絲之動，如電逝，霎時傳過荷塘之處去。葉子本是並肩密接，此乃有一道凝碧之宛波痕。葉底是肺之水，掩矣，不見有色；而葉更見骨矣。
月如流水，然瀉於一葉與花上。薄薄之青霧浮在荷塘里。葉與花宛在牛乳中洗過也；又如籠著縠之夢。雖是滿月，天上卻有一層淡淡雲，故不能照；然吾以為此乃至利固不可少，酣眠，卧亦別有風味之。月是隔了樹照之，高叢灌之，參駁之黑影之下，峭楞楞如鬼常；屈之楊柳之疏之影，則又似畫荷。塘中之色不均；然光景有雲和之聲，如梵峒玙奏著之名。
荷塘之四，遠遠近近，高下皆樹，而楊柳多。此將一片荷塘重圍；只在路旁，漏數段間，如是為月光留之。樹色一例為陰陰者，乍覽如一團煙；而柳之豐，乃於煙霧中亦辨得。樹杪間隱隱者山，有些意耳。樹罅而漏其一二路燈，累累之，是渴睡人眼。是最盛之，則數樹之蟬聲與水之蛙聲；而盛為之，吾何亦無。
忽憶采蓮之事至矣。采蓮，江之俗，似乎早有，而六朝時為盛；從詩里可略知。采蓮者少 者。，其為盪棹，唱艷歌行之。采蓮人不曰多，又有看采蓮者。彼一時熱鬧之，亦一時風流之。梁元帝《采蓮賦》善：
於是妖童媛女，泛舟心許；鷁首徐還，兼傳羽卮；棹將移而藻掛，船起而萍開。爾其纖腰束素，遷延顧步；夏始春余，葉嫩花初，恐沾裳而淺笑，畏傾船而斂裾。
可見當時嬉遊之光景也。此真生也，可惜我今已無福消受矣。
於是又記，《西洲曲》之句：
采蓮南塘秋，蓮花過頭；低頭弄蓮，蓮清如水。
今若有采蓮人，此之謂「蓮亦過人頭也；獨不見群流之影，則不可也。此令我終惦著江南矣。——此思，猛一抬頭，不覺已是己之門；輕推門入，何寂然無，妻已睡熟久矣。

Ⅱ 誰厲害，能把現代文翻譯成文言文

依塘行之，有煤屑小蹊蜿蜒而過。得一幽僻小路也，晝間或【1】行之，而夜益焉，緣【2】苑，多樹木焉，鬱郁然【3】蔥蔥然。之側【4】 生有楊柳及未可名【5】名【6】者。無月華【7】相隨路愈顯森然，懼焉。是【8】夜佳矣，雖月光淡然。

注釋
【1】間或：偶爾有的人，間：偶爾
【2】緣 ：沿著
【3】然：……的樣子
【4】之側：省略句，在路的兩側
【5】名：動詞說出
【6】名：名詞，名字
【7】月華：月光
【8】是：代詞 這個，今天

備註：
這是朱青青老先生的著名散文《荷塘月色》我們發現，當譯成文言文後 趣味索然，全無了那份意境，文言文翻譯講究 信雅達，翻譯白話文也應該遵循這個原則，所謂信者，真實也；雅者，文雅也；達者遵循作者的本意啦。盡量翻譯的簡練，達意即為上品。

希望採納 ——文言愛好者

Ⅲ 高一語文必修二文言文和古詩

★阿房宮賦（背誦全文） 杜牧
六王畢，四海一。蜀山兀，阿房出。覆壓三百餘里，隔離天日。驪山北構而西折，直走咸陽。二川溶溶，流入宮牆。五步一樓，十步一閣；廊腰縵回，檐牙高啄；各抱地勢，鉤心斗角。盤盤焉，囷囷焉，蜂房水渦，矗不知其幾千萬落。長橋卧波，未雲何龍？復道行空，不霽何虹？高低冥迷，不知西東。歌台暖響，春光融融；舞殿冷袖，風雨凄凄。一日之內，一宮之間，而氣候不齊。
妃嬪媵嬙，王子皇孫，辭樓下殿，輦來於秦。朝歌夜弦，為秦宮人。明星熒熒，開妝鏡也；綠雲擾擾，梳曉鬟也；渭流漲膩，棄脂水也；煙斜霧橫，焚椒蘭也。雷霆乍驚，宮車過也；轆轆遠聽，杳不知其所之也。一肌一容，盡態極妍，縵立遠視，而望幸焉；有不得見者三十六年。燕趙之收藏，韓魏之經營，齊楚之精英，幾世幾年，剽掠其人，倚疊如山；一旦不能有，輸來其間。鼎鐺玉石，金塊珠礫，棄擲邐迤。秦人視之，亦不甚惜。
嗟乎！一人之心，千萬人之心也。秦愛紛奢，人亦念其家。奈何取之盡錙銖，用之如泥沙？使負棟之柱，多於南畝之農夫。架梁之椽，多於機上之工女；釘頭磷磷，多於在庾之粟粒；瓦縫參差，多於周身之帛縷；直欄橫檻，多於九土之城郭；管弦嘔啞，多於市人之言語。使天下之人，不敢言而敢怒。獨夫之心，日益驕固。戍卒叫，函谷舉。楚人一炬，可憐焦土。
嗚呼！滅六國者六國也，非秦也；族秦者秦也，非天下也。嗟夫！使六國各愛其人，則足以拒秦；使秦復愛六國之人，則遞三世可至萬世而為君，誰得而族滅也？秦人不暇自哀，而後人哀之；後人哀之而不鑒之，亦使後人而復哀後人也。

★六國論（背誦全文） 蘇洵
六國破滅，非兵不利，戰不善，弊在賂秦。賂秦而力虧，破滅之道也。或曰：六國互喪，率賂秦耶？曰：不賂者以賂者喪。蓋失強援，不能獨完。故曰弊在賂秦也。
秦以攻取之外，小則獲邑，大則得城。較秦之所得，與戰勝而得者，其實百倍；諸侯之所亡，與戰敗而亡者，其實亦百倍。則秦之所大欲，諸侯之所大患，固不在戰矣。思厥先祖父，暴霜露，斬荊棘，以有尺寸之地。子孫視之不甚惜，舉以予人，如棄草芥。今日割五城，明日割十城，然後得一夕安寢。起視四境，而秦兵又至矣。然則諸侯之地有限，暴秦之欲無厭，奉之彌繁，侵之愈急。故不戰而強弱勝負已判矣。至於顛覆，理固宜然。古人雲：「以地事秦，猶抱薪救火，薪不盡，火不滅。」此言得之。
齊人未嘗賂秦，終繼五國遷滅，何哉？與嬴而不助五國也。五國既喪，齊亦不免矣。燕趙之君，始有遠略，能守其土，義不賂秦。是故燕雖小國而後亡，斯用兵之效也。至丹以荊卿為計，始速禍焉。趙嘗五戰於秦，二敗而三勝。後秦擊趙者再，李牧連卻之。洎牧以讒誅，邯鄲為郡，惜其用武而不終也。且燕趙處秦革滅殆盡之際，可謂智力孤危，戰敗而亡，誠不得已。向使三國各愛其地，齊人勿附於秦，刺客不行，良將猶在，則勝負之數，存亡之理，當與秦相較，或未易量。
嗚呼！以賂秦之地封天下之謀臣，以事秦之心禮天下之奇才，並力西向，則吾恐秦人食之不得下咽也。悲夫！有如此之勢，而為秦人積威之所劫，日削月割，以趨於亡。為國者無使為積威之所劫哉。
夫六國與秦皆諸侯，其勢弱於秦，而猶有可以不賂而勝之之勢。苟以天下之大，而從六國破亡之故事，是又在六國下矣。
★念奴嬌•赤壁懷古（背誦全文） 蘇軾
大江東去，浪淘盡，千古風流人物。故壘西邊，人道是，三國周郎赤壁。亂石穿空，驚濤拍岸，捲起千堆雪。江山如畫，一時多少豪傑。
遙想公瑾當年，小喬初嫁了，雄姿英發。羽扇綸巾，談笑間，檣櫓灰飛煙滅。故國神遊，多情應笑我，早生華發。人生如夢，一尊還酹江月。
★永遇樂•京口北固亭懷古（背誦全文）辛棄疾
千古江山，英雄無覓孫仲謀處。舞榭歌台，風流總被雨打風吹去。斜陽草樹，尋常巷陌，人道寄奴曾住。想當年，金戈鐵馬，氣吞萬里如虎。
元嘉草草，封狼居胥，贏得倉皇北顧。四十三年，望中猶記，烽火揚州路。可堪回首，佛狸祠下，一片神鴉社鼓！憑誰問：廉頗老矣，尚能飯否？
必修二古詩詞和文言文都在這兒。
還有荷塘月色，我們老師讓背了，不知你們讓不讓（我是江蘇的）。我也給你搜出來了，你自己決定要不要看
荷塘月色

原文
這幾天心裡頗不寧靜。今晚在院子里坐著乘涼，忽然想起日日走過的荷塘，在這滿月的光里，總該另有一番樣子吧。月亮漸漸地升高了，牆外馬路上孩子們的歡笑，已經聽不見了；妻在屋裡拍著閏兒，迷迷糊糊地哼著眠歌。我悄悄地披了大衫，帶上門出去。
沿著荷塘，是一條曲折的小煤屑路。這是一條幽僻的路；白天也少人走，夜晚更加寂寞。荷塘四面，長著許多樹，蓊蓊鬱郁的。路的一旁，是些楊柳，和一些不知道名字的樹。沒有月光的晚上，這路上陰森森的，有些怕人。今晚卻很好，雖然月光也還是淡淡的。
路上只我一個人，背著手踱著。這一片天地好像是我的；我也像超出了平常的自己，到了另一世界裡。我愛熱鬧，也愛冷靜；愛群居，也愛獨處。像今晚上，一個人 在這蒼茫的月下，什麼都可以想，什麼都可以不想，便覺是個自由的人。白天里一定要做的事，一定要說的話，現在都可不理。這是獨處的妙處，我且受用這無邊的 荷香月色好了。
曲曲折折的荷塘上面，彌望的是田田的葉子。葉子出水很高，像亭亭的舞女的裙。層層的葉子中間，零星地點綴著些白花，有裊娜地開著的，有羞澀地打著朵兒的； 正如一粒粒的明珠，又如碧天里的星星，又如剛出浴的美人。微風過處，送來縷縷清香，彷彿遠處高樓上渺茫的歌聲似的。這時候葉子與花也有一絲的顫動，像閃電 般，霎時傳過荷塘的那邊去了。葉子本是肩並肩密密地挨著，這便宛然有了一道凝碧的波痕。葉子底下是脈脈的流水，遮住了，不能見一些顏色；而葉子卻更見風致 了。
月光如流水一般，靜靜地瀉在這一片葉子和花上。薄薄的青霧浮起在荷塘里。葉子和花彷彿在牛乳中洗過一樣；又像籠著輕紗的夢。雖然是滿月，天上卻有一層淡淡 的雲，所以不能朗照；但我以為這恰是到了好處——酣眠固不可少，小睡也別有風味的。月光是隔了樹照過來的，高處叢生的灌木，落下參差的斑駁的黑影，峭楞楞 如鬼一般；彎彎的楊柳的稀疏的倩影，卻又像是畫在荷葉上。塘中的月色並不均勻；但光與影有著和諧的旋律，如梵婀玲上奏著的名曲。
荷塘的四面，遠遠近近，高高低低都是樹，而楊柳最多。這些樹將一片荷塘重重圍住；只在小路一旁，漏著幾段空隙，像是特為月光留下的。樹色一例是陰陰的，乍 看像一團煙霧；但楊柳的豐姿，便在煙霧里也辨得出。樹梢上隱隱約約的是一帶遠山，只有些大意罷了。樹縫里也漏著一兩點路燈光，沒精打採的，是瞌睡人的眼。 這時候最熱鬧的，要數樹上的蟬聲與水裡的蛙聲；但熱鬧是它們的，我什麼也沒有。
忽然想起采蓮的事情來了。采蓮是江南的舊俗，似乎很早就有，而六朝時為盛；從詩歌里可以約略知道。采蓮的是少年的女子，她們是盪著小船，唱著艷歌去的。采蓮人不用說很多，還有看采蓮的人。那是一個熱鬧的季節，也是一個風流的季節。梁元帝《采蓮賦》里說得好：
於是妖童媛女，
盪舟心許；
鷁首徐回，
兼傳羽杯；
欋將移而藻掛，
船欲動而萍開。
爾其纖腰束素，
遷延顧步；
夏始春余，
葉嫩花初，
恐沾裳而淺笑，
畏傾船而斂裾。
可見當時嬉遊的光景了。這真是有趣的事，可惜我們現在早已無福消受了。
於是又記起《西洲曲》里的句子：
采蓮南塘秋，蓮花過人頭；低頭弄蓮子，蓮子清如水。
今晚若有采蓮人，這兒的蓮花也算得「過人頭」了；只不見一些流水的影子，是不行的。這令我到底惦著江南了。——這樣想著，猛一抬頭，不覺已是自己的門前；輕輕地推門進去，什麼聲息也沒有，妻已睡熟好久了。
朱自清（1927年7月，北京清華園。）

英文
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.
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.
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 ties could be disregarded. That was the advantage of solitude: I could savour to the full that expanse of fragrant lotus and the moonlight.
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.
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.
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.
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:
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 ckweed,
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.
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.
I also remember some lines from the poem West Islet:
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.
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.