译文欣赏：The field where the satyrs danced｜《萨梯跳舞的田野》

　　The field where the satyrs danced 《萨梯跳舞的田野》

　　Written by Lord Dunsany （邓萨尼勋爵 著）

　　Translated by Peng Ping (彭萍 译）

　　There is a field above my house in which I sometimes walk in the evening. And whenever I go there in summer I always see the same thing, very small and far off, the tiniest fraction of the wide view that one has, and not appearing until one has looked for it a little carefully—a field surrounded by woods, a green space all among shadows, which suggested to me, the very first time I saw it, an odd idea. But the idea was so evanescent, and floated by so like a traveling butterfly, that by the time I went again a few days later to look at the view at evening I barely remembered it. But then the idea came again, coming as suddenly as a wind that got up soon after sunset, bringing the chill of night a little before its time. And the idea was that to that field at evening satyrs slipped out of the woods to dance on the grass.

　　从我的房子向高处走有一片田野，我傍晚有时会在那里散步。夏天，无论什么时候去，总能看到相同的东西，很小，离我很远，即使视力绝佳，如果不仔细看一点也发现不了——那是一块树木环绕的田野，是树荫中的一片翠绿。我第一次看见它就生出一种古怪的念头， 不过这种念头如此短暂，仿佛一只翩翩的蝴蝶瞬间飞走了。几天以后，傍晚再次看到这片田野，我几乎不记得那个古怪的念头了。不过后来，古怪的念头又出现了，如同日落后忽然刮起的风，早早地带来夜的寒意。这个念头就是：傍晚时分，萨梯会轻巧地走出森林，在这片田野的草地上翩翩起舞。

　　Dancing in the field Photo by Dang Yajun

　　(Edited by Zheng Xiaoan)