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　　：天空的色彩

　　If we look at the sky on a perfectly fine summer's day we shall find that the blue colour is the most pure and intense overhead，and when looking high up in a direction opposite to the sun。

　　晴空萬里的夏日，如果我們觀察一下天空，且背向太陽，極目仰望，就會發現頭頂上空的藍色最純淨，最濃郁。

　　Near the horizon it is always less bright，while in the region immediately around the sun it is more or less yellow. The reason of this is that near the horizon we look through a very great thickness of the lower atmosphere，which is full of the larger dust particles reflecting white light，and this diluter the pure blue of the higher atmosphere seen beyond，and in the vicinity of the sun a good deal of the blue light is reflected back into space by the finer dust，thus giving a yellowish tinge to that which reaches us reflected chiefly from the coarse dust of the lower atmosphere。

　　靠近天邊，色彩往往較暗淡，太陽周圍的地方則略呈黃色。這是因為我們向天邊望去時，目光要穿過極厚的低空大氣層，其中佈滿顆粒較大的塵埃，反射出白光，這就沖淡了天際高空大氣層的純藍色。在太陽附近，大 量藍光則由細微的塵埃反射回太空。這樣，主要由低空大氣層的粗粒塵埃反射到地面的光線，便帶有淺黃色。

　　At sunset and sunrise，however，this last effect is greatly intensified，owing to the great thickness of the strata of air through which the light reaches us. The enormous amount of this dust is well shown by the fact that then only we can look full at the sun，even when the whole sky is free from clouds and there is no apparent mist。

　　不過，在日出日落時，由於光線到達地面南非要穿過厚厚的大氣層，這種反射效果大大增強了。只有在這種時候，我們才可以直視太陽，即使萬里長空沒有一點雲彩，不見一絲霧靄。這就充分顯示了低空塵埃的數量之大。

　　But the sun's rays then reach us after having passed，first，through an enormous thickness of the higher strata of the air，the minute dust of which reflects most of the higher strata of the air，the minute dust of which reflects most of the blue rays away from us，leaving the complementary yellow light to pass on，Then，the somewhat coarser dust reflects the green rays，leaving a more orange-coloured light to pass on;and finally some of the yellow is reflected，leaving almost pure red。

　　但是太陽的光線終於到達了地面。它們先是穿過厚度極大的高空大氣層，其中的細微塵埃把大部分藍色的光反射掉了，讓補色的黃光繼續通行。然後，粗粒塵埃又反射掉綠色的光，讓偏橙色的光繼續通行。最後，部分黃色的光也反射掉，剩下幾乎是純紅色的了。

　　But owing to the constant presence of air currents，arranging both the dust and vapor in strata of varying extent and density，and of high or low clouds which both absorb and reflect the light in varying degrees，we see produced all those wondrous combinations of tints and those gorgeous ever-changing colours which are a constant source of admiration and delight to all who have the advantage of an uninterrupted view to the west and who are accustomed to watch for those not infrequent exhibitions of nature's kaleidoscopic colour painting。

　　不過，由於不斷出現氣流，把法埃與水汽分層排列，廣度不均，密度各異，加上高低空常有云層，不同程度地吸收並反射陽光，我們這才看到各種奇異的色調斑剝陸離，諸多絢麗的色彩變化萬千;任何人只要有幸將西方的景緻一覽 無餘，只要有心觀看大自然不時展現的那一幅幅瞬息萬變的彩畫，都會為之讚不絕口，喜不自勝。

　　With every change in the altitude of the sun the display changes its character;and most of all when it has sunk below the horizon，and owing to the more favourable angles a larger quantity of the coloured light is reflected toward us. Especially when there is a certain amount of cloud is this the case。

　　隨著夕陽緩緩西墜，這種景觀也不斷變幻;尤其是在太陽沉入地平線之後，由於角度更加適宜，五顏六色的光就都發射到地面上來。遇有些許雲霧，更是如此。

　　These，so long as the sun was above the horizon，intercepted much of the light and colour，but when the great luminary has passed away from our direct vision，his light shines more directly on the under sides of all the clouds and air strata of different densities;a new and more brilliant light flushes the western sky，and a display of gorgeous ever-changing tints occurs which are at once the delight of the beholder and the despair of the artist. And all this unsurpassable glory we owe to——dust!

　　本來，只要太陽還位於地平線之上，雲霧便截住了不少夕陽和色彩;而今太陽從我們的視野消失，陽關便更為直接地照射到密度各異的重重雲靄與層層大氣的底部;一片嶄新的、更加燦爛的陽光染紅了西天，一幅景觀色彩絢麗，變化萬千，觀賞者固然賞心悅目，然而自嘆莫及。而我們之所以能領略如此無與倫比的美景，全應歸功於—塵埃!

　　：愛在日出時

　　她真是一個美人——個子高高的，膚若凝脂，帶著浴後的清新。長而有亮澤的頭髮在她的肩上起舞。她有一雙大而有神的褐色眼睛，分明的輪廓在晨曦裡更加清晰可見。

　　Sunrise on the eastern coast is a special event. I stood at Dolphin’s Nose, a spur jutting out into the Bay of Bengal, to behold the breaking of the sun’s upper limb over the horizon of the sea. As the eastern sky started unfolding like the crimson petals of a gigantic flower, I was overcome by a wave of romantic feelings and nostalgia—vivid memorie not diminished by the fact that almost ten years had passed.

　　東海岸的日出是一道特別的景觀。我站在海豚鼻——一塊向外延伸至孟加拉海灣的地方——觀看太陽的上半邊緣冉冉升起在海平面上。當東邊的天空開始如一朵巨大的花展開深紅色的花瓣般逐漸紅透時，我被一股浪漫的感覺和懷舊之情征服了——如此清晰的記憶，並沒有因為近乎十年的光陰已經逝去這個事實而褪去。

　　I was a young bachelor then, and Visakhapatnam did not have much to offer. Every Sunday morning, I used to rise before dawn and head for Dolphin’s Nose, to enjoy the dazzling spectacle of the sun majestically rising out of the sea. The fresh, salty sea breeze was a panacea for all the effects of hangovers caused by Saturday night excesses.

　　那時，我還是一個年輕的單身漢，維薩卡帕特南市對我來說並沒有太多好玩的東西。每個週日早晨，我習慣天不亮就起床，前往海豚鼻，享受太陽從海面上莊嚴升起的壯麗景觀。清新又有一絲鹹味的海風不啻是一種萬能藥，能夠緩解週六晚上因盡情玩樂而引發的宿醉後的不適感。

　　After viewing the metamorphosis at sunrise, I would walk downhill along the steep mountain-path, towards the rocky beach, for a brief swim. Each time, I noticed a flurry of activity in a distant compound with a single decrepit building. I used to ignore it, but curiously, one day I decided to take a closer look. It was a fish market. Most customers were housewives from the nearby residential complexes. They were at their “Sunday-worst”—sans make-up, slovenly dressed, faces unwashed, and unkempt hair—in stark contrast with their carefully made-up appearances at the club the previous evening.

　　在觀日出時奇妙的變化以後，我會沿著陡峭的山路下行，走到一個遍佈岩石的海灘，遊一會兒泳。每次，我都注意到遠處有一個居民區，裡面有一座破舊的建築物，人聲沸沸揚揚。我通常都對它視而不見，但很奇怪的是，有一天，我竟決定走過去看看。這是一個鮮魚市場。大部分顧客都是附近居民樓裡的家庭主婦。她們完全是一副最糟糕的週日裝扮——不施粉黛，衣著邋遢，臉也沒洗，頭髮蓬亂——這與她們前一晚在***裡那副精心裝扮的外表形成了鮮明的對比。

　　I had began to walk away, quite dejected, when I saw her for the first time. I stopped, dead in my tracks. She was a real beauty—tall, fair and freshly bathed, her long lustrous hair dancing on her shoulders. She had large, expressive brown eye and her sharp features were accentuated by the rays of the morning Sun. I can’t begin to describe the sensation she evoked in me; it was the first time in my life that I felt my heart ache with such intense yearning. I knew this was love. Yet, in my heart, I knew that Istood no chance—she had a mangalsutra around her neck. She was married—maybe happily, too. Nevertheles I drew closer to her and made the pretence of buying some fish. Smiling guardedly at me, she selected a couple of pomfrets and held them out to me. I managed to briefly touch her soft hands—the feeling was electric and a shiver of thrill passed through me. She communicated an unspoken “good-bye” with her teasing, dancing eyes and briskly walked away. Too dazed to follow her, I returned to my room and had fried pomfret for breakfast. Needless to say, they tasted delicious.

　　我很失望，正要離開時，我第一次看見了她。我停了下來，腦子裡一片空白。她真是一個美人——個子高高的，膚若凝脂，帶著浴後的清新。長而有亮澤的頭髮在她的肩上起舞。她有一雙大而有神的褐色眼睛，分明的輪廓在晨曦裡更加清晰可見。我無從描述她在我內心喚起的感受。在我的一生中，我還是頭一次由於強烈的渴望而感到內心疼痛。我知道這是愛。然而，我心裡清楚我已經沒有機會了——她脖子上戴著用來護佑婚姻的幸運項鍊。她結婚了——說不定還很幸福。然而，我不由地向她靠近，假裝要買魚。她警覺地朝我笑了笑，挑選了兩條鯧魚，撈出水面遞給我。我設法碰了碰她柔軟的雙手——猶如觸了電一般，一陣顫慄襲遍全身。她揶揄似的轉動雙眸，無聲地示意“再見”，然後腳步輕快地走了。我昏昏沉沉的，以至無法跟從她，便回到自己的房間，炸了鯧魚做早餐。不用說，味道好極了。

　　Soon, I was following this routine every Sunday morning with almost religious zeal. She never missed her rendezvous with me—same place, same day, at precisely the same time, Seven o’clock. Still, not a word was exchanged between us. I was too shy and she probably wanted to keep it this way—a beautiful ethereal relationship—a love so delicate that one wrong move might ruin everything. Meanwhile, I had developed a taste for fried pomfret—quite surprisingly, considering that I had never eaten fish before.

　　不久，每個週日早上，我都帶著近乎宗教般的虔誠做著相同的事。她從沒有錯過與我的相聚——相同的地點，相同的日子，分毫不差的時間，七點整。我們依舊沒有說過一句話。我太害羞了，而她或許是希望一切止步於此吧——一種美麗而縹緲的關係——這種愛如此微妙，以至一個錯誤的舉動就可能毀掉一切。同時，我逐漸喜歡上了炸鯧魚——鑑於我之前從不吃魚，這確實讓我很吃驚。

　　As the years went by, I left Visakhapatnam and travelled around the world, met many beautiful girls at the various exotic places I visited. But I never forgot her! A man’s first love would always have an enduring place in his heart.

　　時間一年一年地流逝，我離開了維薩卡帕特南市，周遊世界。在異國他鄉，我遇見過很多漂亮的女孩，但我從沒忘記她!初戀在男人的心裡總佔據著一個恆久的位置。

　　And now, I was back in Visakhapatnam, almost ten years later. As I walked down the slope towards the beach, in my mind’s eyes I could still vividly envision the playfully sublime look on her face—her gentle smile and communicative eyes—even if ten years had passed. I could not contain the mounting excitement and anticipation in me; I was desperately yearning to see her again. It was a forlorn hope but I felt flushed with optimism.Reaching the beach, I noticed that the sun was well clear of the horizon. I glanced at my watch—almost seven o’clock. I hastened my step, almost breaking in to a run, and reached the fish market where I stood at the exact same spot, where we used to have our rendezvous at sunrise.

　　現在，近十年以後，我又回到了維薩卡帕特南市。當我沿著斜坡下山走向海灘，在我的腦海裡，我依舊能生動地回想起她臉上那頑皮而矜持的神情——她那溫柔的微笑和會說話的眼睛——儘管十年已經過去了。我無法再控制這不斷堆積的興奮和我心中的期望。我非常渴望能再見到她。儘管這個希望很渺茫，但我心中還是充滿了期待。到達海灘後，我注意到太陽已經完全躍出海平面了。我瞥了一眼手錶——快七點了。我加快腳步，幾乎跑了起來，來到當年的鮮魚市場，站在當年的位置上，那兒是我們過去常常在日出之時相聚的地方。

　　Trembling with anticipation verging on anxiety, I looked around with searching eyes. Nothing had changed. The scene was exactly the same as I had left it ten years ago. There was only one thing missing—she wasn’t there! I had drawn out the short straw! I felt crestfallen. My mind went blank and I stood motionles overcome with gloom, when suddenly, I felt that familiar electrifying touch, the same shiver and the familiar thrill. It jolted me back to reality, as quick as lighting. As she softly put two promfret fish in my hand I was feeling in the seventh Heaven.

　　帶著近乎焦慮的期待，我不住地顫抖，用雙眼四處搜尋著。一切都沒變。這個場景還和我十年前離開時一模一樣。只有一樣東西不見了——她不在那裡!倒黴透了!我感到很沮喪，大腦一片空白。我一動不動地站在那裡，滿懷憂鬱。忽然，我感覺到那熟悉的觸電似的觸碰。同樣的顫抖，熟悉的戰慄。它閃電般把我飛快地拽回到現實。當她把兩條鯧魚輕輕放到我手裡時，我感覺自己如同飄上了七重天。

　　Looking at her, I was not disappointed. Her beauty had enhanced with age. Yet, something had changed, indeed. Yes! It was her eyes. Her large brown eyes did not dance so teasingly anymore. There was a trace of sadnes a sense of tender poignancy in her liquid brown eye as she bid me her unspoken “good-bye”. Dumbstruck by the abruptness of the event and the enormity of the moment, I stood frozen like a statue, unable to react or say anything. It was only when she was leaving that I noticed that there was no mangalsutra around her slender neck anymore.

　　看著她，我並不失望。隨著年齡的增長，她愈發美麗了。然而有什麼東西的確已經改變了——是的!就是她的眼睛。她那大大的褐色雙眼不再顧盼生姿，飽含揶揄了。她的眼裡有一絲悲苦。當她向我無聲地示意“再見”時，她那水汪汪的褐色眼睛裡流露出一種溫柔的酸楚。我被這突如其來的一切震呆了，這一瞬間是如此長久，我像泥塑木雕一般站在那裡，不能迴應，說不出一句話來。只有當她離開時我才注意到，她那細細的脖子上不再戴著那串用來護佑婚姻的幸運項鍊了。