外国外乡，我到过不少，不论在哪儿，也难得见到一条大汉子，五大三粗，公然

外国外乡，我到过不少，
不论在哪儿，也难得见到
一条大汉子，五大三粗，
公然在路上咧嘴直哭。
这回，在英国，堂堂大路上，
我碰见这样一条大汉子：
他独自一个，沿大路走来，
眼泪流满了脸蛋子；
身板结实，神色却悲凄，
把一头羊羔抱在怀里。

他一瞧见我，便闪向一边，
好像要躲开，不让人看见；
用外衣袖子擦了擦脸蛋，
想把他那些眼泪擦干。
我向他走去，叫一声：“伙计！
为了什么事，你这样悲伤？”
“真寒碜，先生！是这头羊羔，
它叫我眼泪直淌。
今天从山上，我把它抱回家；
我那一群羊，单单剩下它！

“我年轻时候，还没娶老婆，
愣头愣脑的，只会寻快活，
事事不操心，什么都不想；
却也买来了一头母羊。
它下的羔子我都养起来，
那些羊儿呵，要多肥有多肥；
我娶了老婆，有了家业，
小日子要多美有多美；
羊儿二十头，一头也不少；
一年又一年，年年下新羔！

“靠那头会生会养的母羊，
我的羊群越来越兴旺；
后来，我足足有了五十头，
那么棒的一群，世上少有！
它们在匡托克山上吃草，
羊群兴旺，我家也热闹；
可是到今天，我那一大群
只剩下这一头羊羔；
我们完蛋啦，成了穷鬼，
倒不如全家死光了干脆！

“先生！我六个孩子要吃饭！
饥荒年月里，我拼命哭干！
穷急了，饿慌了，顾不得脸皮，
我去找教区，请求救济。
他们却说我是个富户，
说我有羊群在山上吃草，
要我在羊儿身上打主意，
把一家肚皮填饱。
‘就这么办吧！’他们喊道，
‘给穷人的救济，你怎么能要？’

“照他们说的，我卖了一头羊，
给我的娃娃们买来了口粮；
娃娃们有了吃的，长好啦；
我的光景呢，可就变糟啦。
真是祸事呵！这些日子里，
眼看这一份家当丢光；
操了多少心，受了多少罪，
才挣来这一份家当；
眼睁睁看它像雪堆化掉——
这样的祸事，谁能受得了！

“又一头卖啦！再加上一头！
羔子刚卖掉，它娘又牵走！
像血管裂了口，血就止不住——
一滴滴，都从我心里流出！
一头，又一头，挨个儿走掉，
剩下的，活着的，三十头不到；
到后来，我简直巴望它们
全都走光了拉倒！
只求苦差事早早交卸，
哪管到头来怎么了结！

“我起了坏念头，像鬼迷心窃，
巴不得去试试邪门歪道；
不管碰见谁，我都猜疑：
莫非他知道了我的坏主意？
心里乱糟糟，不得安生，
在家里，在外边，都不痛快；
昏头昏脑的，就像中了邪，
干活也没精打采；
好几回，真想从家里逃走，
躲进山林去陪伴野兽。

“先生！这群羊是我的心肝！
就像我亲生儿女一般！
当我的羊儿一天天多起来，
我对我儿女也更加疼爱。
好景不长，苦日子来了，
老天爷罚我受苦受难；
一星期，一星期，一天，一天，
羊群像雪堆消散！
我祷告，可是我心里明白：
对儿女我已经没心思疼爱！

“越来越少啦，见了真难受！
十头剩五头，五头剩三头——
母羊、阉羊、羔子，就这仨；
又走了一头，只两头留下；
到昨天，我那五十头绵羊
只剩这最后一头：
您瞧，就是它，靠在我怀里；
别的我啥也没有。
今天从山上，我把它抱回家；
我那一大群，单单剩下它！”

結果 (英文) 1:

Foreign abroad, I have been to many,No matter where, espyA big man, big and tall,Open grin crying on the way.This time, in the United Kingdom, Church Road,I met a great man:He was alone, along the main road,Tears filled face;Body solid, looks sad,A lamb in his arms. He saw me, and Flash sideways,As if to escape, not to be seen;Coat sleeves and wiped his face,Want to wipe his tears.I went to him, and called out: "guys!What happened, you feel so sad? ”"Really ugly, Sir! Is this the Lamb,It told me to burst into a flood of tears.From the mountain today, I took it home;My flock of sheep, left it alone! "When I was young, still not marry a wife,Rash, will only find Merry,Don't worry, nothing;But also bought a Ewe.Of the lamb which I keep up,Those sheep, and more how fertilizer;I married my wife, with the family business,How beauty is truly more beautiful;Rams 20, a lot;Year after year, new lamb every year! "That will keep the Ewe,My flock more and more prosperous;Later, I had 50 heads,Great group, rare in the world!They graze on the Quantock Hills,Sheep thrive, my family was busy;But today, my large groupOnly one lamb;We're done now, into the trash,Rather than the whole family died out altogether! "Sir! I have six children to feed!Years of famine, I cried!Poor nasty, hungry, without skinI went to a parish, requesting relief.They said I was a rich man,Says I have herd grazing in the mountain,I trying on goats,Fill a belly.' Just do it! ' They shouted,' For the relief of the poor, how could you? ’ "As they say, I'm selling a sheep,Bought for my children food;Children eating, long now;My condition may get worse.Is a disaster! These days,This one lost his home;How many hearts, by how much,Made to this House;See it as snow melt –Such a disaster, and who can stand it! "Sell it! Plus!Lamb has just sold its mother away again!Cracked mouth like blood vessels, blood will not stop –Drop by drop, from my heart out!A, a, took turns away,The rest, alive, 30 less;Finally, I hope that theyAll gone down!But that chore early discharge,Which in the end how to settle! "I played a bad idea, like a ghost mystery heart stealing,Wish to try crooked ways;No matter who came across, I suspect:Is it possible that he knows my bad idea?Lousy, Thorn,At home, outside, are not happy;Bewildered, like evil,Worked out of spirits;Several times, I really want to escape from home,To accompany the beast of duojinshan forest. "Sir! The Flock is my heart!Just like my children of their own!When my goat up day by day,I do more love for my children.Recently, tough times are coming,God punish me suffer;One week, one week, one day, one day,Sheep like the snow all gone!I pray, but I knew:For children I have no mind to love! "Less and less, really bad!Ten left five, five three--Ewe, full-grown steer, sheep, lamb, this SA;And gone, leaving only two;Yesterday, my 50 sheepOnly this last one:You see, this is it, on my bosom;I nothing else.From the mountain today, I took it home;My large group, left it alone! ”

結果 (英文) 3:

I have been to a lot of foreign origin,No matter where, it is rare to seeA big man, big and tall,Out here on the road crying grin.This time, in the UK, a road,I met such a big man:He was alone, walking along the road,The tears full of cheek;The body is strong, but look sad,Hold a lamb in his arms.He saw me, will flash to the side,As if to avoid, do not let people see;Wiped a face with a coat sleeve,Want to wipe away his tears.I went up to him and said, "man!Why are you so sad?""Really shabby, mr.! This is the lamb,It calls me tears.Today from the mountain, I take it home;My sheep, just left it!"When I was young, I didn"t have a wife,Rash, will only find happiness,Everything is not to worry about, do not want to do anything;But also bought a sheep.It is the lamb I have raised up,Those sheep, oh, to be more fat and more fat;I married a wife, a family,Little day to be more beautiful and more beautiful;The sheep son twenty, a lot of;Once a year, every year a new lamb!"On the side of the goat will be raised,My flocks are growing more and more prosperous;Later, I had fifty heads,So great a group, there are few in the world!They are grazing on Kuang tok,Flock of sheep, my family is busy;But to this day, I am a large group ofAnd there was only one lamb left;We die, a pauper,Rather than simply dead family!Sir! My six children are going to eat!In the years of famine, I cried and cried!Poor nasty, hungry, not with skin care,I went to the parish and asked for relief.They said I was a rich man,Say I have a flock of sheep grazing on the hill,Want me to make an idea in the sheep,Fill a belly."just do it!" They shouted,"For the poor, how can you want?""As they say, I sold a sheep,I bought my baby"s rations;The doll has eaten, long good;My scene, but it"s getting worse.It is a disaster! These days,This was a lost belongings;How many hearts, how many crimes,We make it a house;Watch it out -- like snowSuch a calamity, who can bear!"And sell it again! Add one more!Lamb just sold it, and the mother away!Like a blood vessel, the blood will not stop.Drops, all from my heart out!A head, a head, one by one,The rest, alive, thirty;Later, I just want themHas gone down!But his early drudgery,Which tube in the end how to end!"I had bad idea, like a ghost heart,Wish to try crooked ways doings;No matter who I met, I was suspicious:Does he know my bad idea?Lousy, not quiet,At home, in the outside, are not happy;Addlebrained, as the evil,The work is out of spirits;Several times, I really want to run away from home,Forests to accompany the beast.Sir! These sheep are in my heart!Like my own sons and daughters!When my sheep get up day by day,I love my sons and daughters.The bitter days of good times don"t last long,God punish me for suffering;One week, one week, one day, one day,The sheep like snow!I pray, but I know in my heart:I have no thought of love for their children!"Less and less, it"s really hard to see!Ten heads and five heads, three left and five.Wether lambs and ewes, this three;And left a head, only two left;To yesterday, my fifty sheep.Only the last one:You see, that"s it, by my arms;I don"t have anything else.Today from the mountain, I take it home;I was in the crowd, just left it!"