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1、51若说世上事尽是重复，无疑太消极。而太阳每天都是新的，又高估 了普通人心里的饱满度。我们在光与影里穿行，日久年深。有这样一个日 子，我们停下来，做一个特别的标记，把它从漫长的旅途里区别出来，想 想过去，看看前程，也是对自己的一种关怀。在意义被怀疑、被消解的时 候，有这样的庄重的一刻，反观静照，在一片喧腾或琐碎里执着地找到那 份属于自己的历史感，也是一种觉醒。一等奖译文（1）Record Today, Resist Forgetting1 Forgetfulness is prone to plague us. There are those who, with unwavering dili

2、gence, chronicle their daily affairs in diaries, every word and sentence an evocative trigger for memories of a certain day in a certain year as they flip through the pages in days to come. Others are blessed with prodigious memories, able to recount events from years ago with astonishing clarity. B

3、ut what about the vast majority of us? I, for one, attempted to keep a diary, only to see my entries dwindle from daily to every other day, and then to sporadic, until I finally sealed it away in a secluded corner of my writing desk drawer. I also endeavored to recall with a friend the precise momen

4、t, location, and occasion of our first encounter, but we were both lost in a fog.2 Such a state of forgetfulness and the ensuing fog-bound befuddlement are par for the course.【3】Life, for the most part, takes on fragmented forms. We may find ourselves here today and there tomorrow, amidst a flurry o

5、f complexity that isn t always easy to commit to memory. Just as we begin to recall the tumultuous ocean tides, the roaring rivers rush to our ears. Once the mighty rivers thunderous roar seeps into our memory, the distant din of chatter resounds in our ears. The current of hot topics seems to flow

6、incessantly, with even fashion and trends surging and receding at breakneck speed, each one clamoring for our attention. Nevertheless, new memories unfailingly turn the page on the old, while forgetting sneaks up on us unnoticed amid our shifting attention and meandering movements.4 More often than

7、not, life feels like a cycle of repetition, as even the ancients recognized, remarking that uflowers are similar year in and year out. ” It is those very similar flowers and leaves that prove most difficult to distinguish, leaving us with faintly familiar shadows in our memory. Topics once discussed

8、 resurface, past logical reasoning requires reevaluation, and even the tales we ve heard before catch echoes of their likeness recounted from the far reaches of the earth. As an ancient Chinese poem states, “the immortal laurel s branches break and renew each year.If the branches still shy away from

9、 the wind, and their fruit bears the same scars, who then can discern the year or month that saw the planting of the tree?【5】To claim that everything in the world is mere repetition is too bleak a notion. And yet, to assert that the sun rises anew each day is to overestimate the average persons sens

10、e of fulfillment. We traverse through light and shadow for years on end. But there comes a moment when we pause and create a special mark to set apart a day from the long procession of time, a moment for us to reflect on the past and gaze toward the future as an act of self-care. In times when meani

11、ng is doubted or diminished, such a moment of solemnity allows us to turn inward and unearth our own sense of history amidst the tumult and trivialities of life, which might be deemed a form of awakening.一等奖译文（2）Embossing the Present, Resisting OblivionBy Yu JinxingTrans, by Cai Qingmei Q 蔡清美）1 We r

12、ecognize our tendency to forget. Those mindful among us persist in maintaining a journal, capturing moments on paper, day by day. As we revisit these pages, every word and phrase can rekindle a forgotten memory. Some among us are blessed with prodigious memory, recounting intricate details of experi

13、ences from years past with astonishing precision. But what about the majority? There was a time I maintained a diary, gradually transitioning from daily entries to every other day, until eventually, gaps of weeks appeared between entries. Eventually, the diary found a quiet corner in a drawer at my

14、writing desk. I ve tried to recal 1 with friends the moment of our first encounter, only to be greeted with mutual bewilderment.2 Such perplexity, this mutual bewilderment, is not particularly unusual.3 The larger part of life tends to be fragmented. Moments fleet from one to another, creating a tap

15、estry too intricate to remember easily. Our attention dances from the tumultuous tides to the echoing roar of grand rivers, from the towering waves and thundering rivers to the distant hum of human voices. One trend follows another, each seemingly at its zenith. Yet, the fresh memories continue to e

16、clipse the old ones, and oblivion manifests subtly amidst these shifting focuses.4 Frequently, life manifests itself in cycles of repetition. Even the ancients noted, “Every year the flowers resemble the previous ones. ” Similar flowers, similar leaves, they are always the hardest to differentiate.

17、We retain in our memories only an echo of fami1iarity. Topics once discussed are revisited, logic previously deduced is reconsidered, and familiar stories are heard again, told with different flavors in different locales. As the sweet osmanthus blooms each year, if the orientation of the branch rema

18、ins unchanged, even the scars on the hanging fruits resemble each other. Who could then discern in which year and month the tree was planted?L 5 To say that everything in the world is repetitive might be too pessimistic. Yet, to claim that each day brings a new sun might overstate our ability to app

19、reciate the nuances of the mundane. We traverse through a world of light and shadows over time. There are days when we pause, mark a special moment, carving it out from the continuum of our journey. It s a time to reminisce about the past and gaze into the futurea form of self-care. In times when our sense of purpose is questioned or seems to dissipate, such solemn moments of introspection allow us to seek our sense of history amidst the din and trivialities. It s a form of awakening.