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THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH Henry W. Longfellow
村莊鐵匠 亨利·朗費羅
The village blacksmith was the iron worker in the days when there were no machines to stamp, cut, and hammer metal.
村莊鐵匠是當時的鋼鐵工人，那時沒有機器來進行烙印，切割和打鐵。
Today there are, of course, thousands of metal workers in factories and shops, but the blacksmith shop is seldom seen.
如今工廠和商店有數千名鋼鐵工人，但鐵匠商店卻很少見。
Henry W. Longfellow's famous poem pictures for us the village blacksmith.
亨利·朗費羅的著名詩歌為我們描繪了村莊的鐵匠。
Under a spreading chestnut tree
在巨大的板栗樹下，
The village smithy stands;
有一個村莊的鐵匠鋪；
The smith, a mighty man is he,
這名鐵匠很壯實，
With large and sinewy hands;
他有一雙巨大強健的手；
And the muscles of his brawny arms
肌肉發達的胳臂，
Are strong as iron bands.
像鐵箍一樣強勁。
His hair is crisp and black and long;
他的頭發又黑又長，有一種清新的感覺；
His face is like the tan;
有一張黝黑的臉；
His brow is wet with honest sweat;
他的眉毛流著汗水；
He earns whate'er he can,
他勞有所得，
And looks the whole world in the face,
你可以在他的臉上看到全世界，
For he owes not any man.
他不欠任何人。
Week in, week out, from morn till night
從周一到周日，從早上到晚上，
You can hear his bellows blow;
你可以聽到他風箱在吹；
You can hear him swing his heavy sledge
你可以聽到他搖晃著沉重的
With measured beat and slow,
測量著敲擊和放慢速度，
Like a sexton ringing the village bell
就像教堂司事敲響村莊的鐘，
When the evening sun is low.
當夜幕降臨時。
And children coming home from school
兒童放學回家，
Look in at the open door;
看到敞開的大門；
They love to see the flaming forge
他們喜歡看熊熊燃燒的煉鐵爐，
And hear the bellows roar,
聽到風箱呼嘯的聲音，
And catch the burning sparks that fly
抓到飛舞在空中的火星，
Like chaff from a threshing floor.
就像打谷場的谷殼。
He goes on Sunday to the church,
他周日會去做禮拜，
And sits among his boys;
坐在他的孩子們中間；
He hears the parson pray and preach;
他聽著牧師祈禱和布道，
He hears his daughter's voice
他聽到了女兒的聲音，
Singing in the village choir,
在村莊合唱團演唱，
And it makes his heart rejoice.
這讓他的心愉悅起來。
Toiling, rejoicing, sorrowing,
勞苦工作，興高采烈，悲痛難過，
Onward through life he goes;
他的生活繼續；
Each morning sees some task begun;
每個早上會有任務要做，
Each evening sees it close;
每個晚上會完工；
Something attempted, something done,
嘗試一些事，干完一些事，
Has earned a night's repose.
贏得了一個晚上的休息。
