【翻译写作听写】练习之七 -- 原文 + 汇总 （A Little Girl）

金迷

听写: 17. A little girl

Sitting on a grassy grave beneath one of the windows of church was a little girl. With her head bent back, she was gazing up the sky and singing while her little hand point to tiny cloud that hover like a golden feather above her head. The sun which suddenly becomes very bright, shining on her glossy hair, give mataliclasser, and it was difficult to say what was the color, dark bronze or black, so completely absorb while she watching the cloud with her strange song or incantation, seemed addressed, that she did not observe may when I rose and went towards her. Over her head, high up the blue, a larked was soaring towards to the same gorsy cloud singing as her rivalry. As I slowly approached the child, I could see by her forehead which in the sun shine seemed a globe of pearl and special by her complexion, that she was uncommonly lovely. Her eyes which one moment seemed blue grey add another violet was shaded by long black lashes curved backward in the most peculiar way, and this matched(some word here missing) in her eyebrows and tresses her toss about her tender throat and rekuivering in the sunlight. All this I didn’t take at once, at first I could nothing but rekuivering glittering changeful eyes turned up to my face gradually, the other features, especially the sensitive, fullipped mouth group on me as I stood silently gazing. Here seems to me more perfect beauty then had ever come to me in my loveliest dream of beauty, yet was not her beauty so much as the look she gave me, the fascinated me, melted me.

NewVoice

英译: Little Girl
The grave under a window of the church was covered with green grass, and there sat a little girl. She was lifting her head, looking at the sky, and singing a song. Her little fingers were pointing at a wisp of cloud that resembled a golden feather. Suddenly, the sunlight appeared especially bright, shining on her gleaming hairs and coating them with the color of metals, it was hard to tell the color, either dark brown or black. She was looking at the colorful cloud with an intense concentration. Her amazing tunes, or her muttering, seemed to be sent to that colorful cloud. So she did not see me standing up and walking to her. In the blue sky high above her, a skylark, flying with its open wings towards the light and lucent colorful cloud, was singing too, appearing to compete with her. I walked slowly to the little girl, and her forehead as smooth as a pearl under the sun, and her skin tune especially, appeared so lovely before me. Her long black eyelashes curled backward, covering a pair of eyes, which sometimes were blue but other times were violet. Her long eyelashes matched in color with her eyebrows and hairs, and hairs on her soft neck flew gently in the sunlight. I did not take all of these in at once, for I only noticed her sparkling, expressive, and gazing eyes first. I stood there and watched her in silence, and gradually saw the rest of her face, especially her cute and full little mouth. The pretty image before me seemed to be more beautiful than that appeared in my most beautiful dream. But it was her gaze rather than her beauty that fascinated and captivated me.

听写:A Little Girl

Sitting on a grassy grave beneath one of the windows of the church was a little girl. With her head bent back, she was gazing up the sky and singing while one of her little hands was pointing to a tiny cloud that hovered like a golden feature above her head. The sun, which suddenly became very bright, shining on her glossy hairs, gave to them a metallic luster, and it was difficult to say what was the color, dark bronze or black. So completely absorbed was she, and watching the cloud to which her strange song or incantation seemed addressed that she did not observe me when I rose and went towards her. Over her head high up in the blue, a lark was soaring towards the same gauzing cloud was singing as a _____ of rivalry. As I slowly approached the child, I can see by her forehead, which in the sunshine seemed like a globe of pearl, especially by her complexion, she was uncommonly lovely. Her eyes, which one moment seemed blue-gray and another violet, were shaded by long black lashes, curving backward in the most peculiar way, and this matched in hue with her eyebrows, and _______ were tossed about her tender throat were quivering in the sunlight. All these I did not take in at once, for at first I could not see nothing but her quivering and glittering changeful eyes turned up to my face. Gradually the other features, especially the sensitive full little month grew upon me as I stood silently gazing. She seemed to me a more perfect beauty than have ever come to me in my loveliest dream of beauty. Yet it was not her beauty so much as the looks she gave me that fascinated me, melted me

EnLearner

英译: A Little Girl

Below a church window on grassy graves, sits a little girl. She raises her head and looks at the sky, singing songs. Her little finger points at a little cloud which looks like a golden feather and lfoats above her. Suddenly, the sunshine gets brighter and sheds light on her luster hair. It looks like that the sunshine adds a metal sheen on her hair. It's hard to tell what color the sheen is: dark bown or black? she is so occupied watching the color clouds. The voice of her singing or muttering is so amazing as if she is doing this for that color cloud. Therefore, she does not notice my standing up and walking to her. In the blud sky high above her, also singing is a lark that spreads its wings and flies to that light color cloud. It seems that the lark is in a singing competition against the girl. I walks slowly to the little girl. Her melow and full forehead under the sunshine, resembling of a pearl, especially the color of the skin, makes me feel exceptionally lovely. Her black long eye lashes curl back cutely just above a pair of eyes with the color that looks like grey blud but then changes to violet every a while. The color of her eye lashes and eyebow match well with that of her hair. A lock of her hair covering her tender neck, is floating gently under the sunshine. I do not notice every thing for at the beginging I pay attention only to her eyes that are shining and full of expressions, stairing at me. While I am standing close to her and stairing at her silently, I gradually have a clear picture of her other parts, especially that sensitive and well developped little mouth. The pretty image that appears in front of me is more beautiful than anything that has come into the most beautiful scene in my dreams. However, I would say I am fantasited and toxicated by the expression in her eyes stairing at me rather than by her beauty.

听写:（只少有三处没听懂）

A Little Girl

Sitting on the grassic grave beneathe one of the windows of the church, was a little girl. With her head bended back, she was gazing up to the sky and singing, while one of her little hands was pointing to the tiny color clound that hovered like a golden feather above her head. The sun, which suddenly became very bright, shining on her glossy hair, gave it a metalic luster and it was difficult to say what was the color: dard brown or black. So completely obsorbed was she and watching her cloud to which her strange song or incantation seemed to address that she did not observe me when I rose and went toward her. Over her head, high up in the blue a lark that was soaring toward the same glossy cloud, was singing as if in a rivery. As I slowly approached the child, I could see by her forehead which in the sunshine sheened like a grove of pearl, and especailly by her complexion, that she was uncommonly lovely. Her eyes, which at one moment seemed to be blue grey and another violet, was shaded by long black lashes curving backward in a most particular way and this matched in cute her eyebrows. And the xxx was tossed about her tender throat and xxx in the sunlight. All of these I did not take it at once. For at first I could see nothing but those li?ing and equivalent changeful eyes turned up into my face, gradually the other features especially the sensitively fullet of mouth glued on me as I stood silently gazing. Here seemed to me a more perfect beauty than has ever come to me in my lovest dream scene of beauty. Yet it was not her beauty so much as the look that she gave me fasinated me, melted me.

bolang

英译: Little Girl (translation)

Sitting over the grassy tomb under a church window, there is a little girl. She watched the sky, and sang a song. Her little fingers pointed to the golden weather cloud over her head. Suddenly, sunshine brightened, and shane to her hair, and gave a metel color, hard to tell what the color was: dark brown, or black. She was so focused on watching the cloud, which her song, or her murmur, was for. She did not notice that I stood up and walked toward her. In the blue sky above her, a lark flying toward the cloud was singing a song, just to compete with her. I walked towarded the little girl slowly, her forhead shining under the sun like pearl, her skin coler made her so adorable. Her black long lashes curved, and covred her eyes, some time blue grey, some time violent. The color of her long lashes matched her eyebrow and her hair; her hair fell on her neck and swaved along the sunshine. I did not notice that, since I am attracted to her eyes, which stared on me shining, and full of feeling. I stood there and watched her, and saw her appearance graduately, especially her mouth. Everything in front me was more beautiful than what I can dream of. Her beauty, especical her look made me facinated .

听写: A little Girl (听力)

Sitting on the grassy grave beneath one of the window of the church, was a little girl. With her head bent back she was gazing up the sky and singing, while one of her little hand was pointing to tiny cloud that hovered like golden feather abover her head, the sun which suddely became very bright, shining on her glassy hair, give it talent glassture and it was difffult to say what was the color, dark brown or black

So completely obsobed in watching the cloud to which her strange song, or entertention seem addressed. That She did not observe me when I rose and went toward her. Over her head, eye up the blue, a lark was soaring toward the same gossy cloud was singing as for a rivalay.

As I slowly approach the child. I can see by her forhead, which in the sunshine seem like a globe of the peral, especially by her complection, that she was uncommonly lovely. Her eyes which at one moment seemed blue grey, another violet was shaded by long black lashes, curve backward in the most percular way, and this matches cute with her eyebrow and treasure which was toss tender throat, and was quivering in the sunlight . All these I did not take at once. But first, I can not see nothing but those, quivering, glittering, changing eyes turned upto my face. Gradually, the other features especialy the sensitive full lip mouth grow upon me as I stood silently gazing. Here seems to me a more perfect beauty that had never come to me in my lovely dream of the beauty. Yet it was her beatuy so much as the look she gave me that facinated me, melted me.

lmao

英译:

On the grass-covered graveyard under the window of a church, was a little girl sitting. With her head raised, she looked up at the sky, singing. A little hand of hers was pointing at a small gold-feather-like cloud that was floating over her head. The sun suddenly became very bright, shining on her glossy hair, giving it a layer of metal-like halo, with a color, which, it was hard to tell, was dark brown or black. She was so absorbed in staring at the clouds, her mesmerizing chanting, or murmuring as if addressing them, that she didn’t notice it when I stood up and walked over towards her. In the blue sky high above her, a lark , fluttering her wings and flying to the light and transparent cloud, was also singing as if it was competing with her. I strolled to the little girl, whose forehead bathed in the sunlight, round and full like a pearl, and whose skin, in particular, looked extraordinarily adorable to me. Her jet-black long eyelashes, curled up delicately, surrounded her eyes which looked bluish grey in one moment and violet in another. Her eyelashes blended in with her eyebrow and hair, which covered her tender neck, waving in the sun. I didn’t take in all these right away, as my full attention was given to her sparkling and expressive eyes that were staring at me. I stood there and watched her for a while before I saw the other parts of her face, esp. her little 灵敏??(觉得是中文误译。实在想不出灵敏这里是什么意思，中文我也不明白，查了字典是sensitive，可是这里怎么能用sensitive呢？) and round mouth. The beauty in front of my eyes seemed more beautiful than anything in my most beautiful dream. However, it was not her beauty, but, rather her gaze, that fascinated and enchanted me.

听写:

Sitting on a grassy grave beneath one of the windows of the church was a little girl. With her head bent back, she was gazing up at the sky and singing while one of her little hands was pointing to a tiny cloud that hovered like a golden feature above her head. The sun, which had suddenly became (become) very bright, shining on her glossy hairs, gave to them (it) a metallic luster, and it was difficult to say what was the color, dark bronze or black. So completely absorbed was she, and watching the cloud to which her strange song or incantation seemed addressed that she did not observe me when I rose and went towards her. Over her head high up in the blue, a lark that was soaring towards the same gauzing (gauzy) cloud was singing as a _____ of (if in a?) rivalry. As I slowly approached the child, I can (could) see by her forehead, which in the sunshine seemed like a globe of pearl, and especially by her complexion, (that) she was uncommonly lovely. Her eyes, which (at) one moment seemed blue-gray and (at )another violet, were shaded by long black lashes, curving backward in the most peculiar way, and this (these) matched in hue with her eyebrows, and _______tresses were tossed about her tender throat (and) were quivering in the sunlight. All these I did not take in at once, for at first I could not see nothing but her (those) quivering and glittering changeful eyes turned up to (into) my face. Gradually the other features, especially the sensitive full little (full-lit) month grew upon me as I stood silently gazing. She (Here)seemed to me a more perfect beauty than have ever come to me in my loveliest dream of beauty. Yet it was not her beauty so much as the looks she gave me that fascinated me, melted me.

toast2011

红色的是自己听出来的音，感觉不对的地方。

听写:
17. A little Girl

Sitting on a grassy grave beneath one of windows of the church was a little girl. With her head bent back, she was gazing up the sky and singing. While one of her little hands was pointing to a tiny cloud that hovered like a golden feather above her head. The sun which suddenly become very bright shining on her glossy hair, gave it a metallic luster, and it was difficult to say what was the color, dark bronze or black. So completely absorbed was she and watching the cloud, to which her strange song or incantation seems addressed, that she did not observe me when I rose and went toward her. Over her head high up in the blue, a lark that was soaring towards the same gauzy clouds was singing, as if in a rivalry. As I slowly approached the child, I could see by her forehead, which in the sunshine seems like globe a purl and especially by her complexion that she was uncommonly lovely. Her eyes which in one moment seemed blue grey and another violet, were shaded by long black lashes, curving backward in a most peculiar way and these matched in hue of her eyebrows, and treashes that were tossed about her tender throat that were quivering in the sun light. All of these I did not take in at once. At first, I can see nothing but those quivering glittering changeful eyes turned up to my face, gradually, the other features especially the sensitive fulled mouth group on me as I stood silently gazing, here seems to me a more perfectly beauty that had ever come to me in my loveless dream of beauty, yet it was not her beauty so much as the look she gave me that fascinated me, melted me.

From Elvin, By Treadle Waltz Dunton

beautifulwind

听写: A little Girl

Sitting on the grassy grave beneath one of the windows of the church was a little girl. With her head bent back, she was gazing up the sky and singing while one of her little hands was pointing to the tiny cloud that hovered like a golden feather above her head. The sun which suddenly become very bright shining on her glossy hair gave them metallic luster, and it was difficult to say what was the color, dark browns or black. So completely absorbed was she and watching the cloud to which her string song or incantation seemed addressed that she did not observe me when I rose and went towards her. Over her head I up in the blue, a lark that was soaring towards the same gossy cloud was singing as if in a rivalry. As I slowly approached the child I could see by her forehead which in the sunshine seemed like a globe of pearl and especially by her complexion that she was uncommonly lovely. Her eyes which at one moment seemed blue grey and another violet were shaded by long black lashes curving backwards in the most particular way. And this matching hue her eyebrows and tresses that were tossed about her tender throat and quivering in the sunlight. All this I did not take in at once, for at first I could see nothing but those quivering glivering changeful eyes turned up into my face, gradually, the other features especially the sensitive full lip of mouth groop on me as I stood silently gazing. Here seemed to me a more perfect beauty that had ever come to me in my lovely dreams of beauty. Yet it was not her beauty so much as the look she gave me that fascinated me, melted me.