Ch6-The Banana Tree

CHAPTER SIX The Banana Tree "This is your castle?" said Jack. Basho smiled. "In my heart, my humble cottage is grander than all the castles of the samurai," he explained. "And my banana tree is more beautiful

“这是你的城堡？”杰克说。 芭蕉笑了。他解释说：“在我心中，我简陋的小屋比所有武士的城堡都要宏伟。” “我的香蕉树更漂亮

to me than all the beauty of the Imperial Garden." Jack and Annie stared at the large plant with the long, droopy leaves. "I like this tree so much I have taken my name from it," said Basho. "Basho means 'banana tree.'" "Cool," said Annie. She looked around. "It's nice here." Not really, thought Jack. The cottage was shabby and the droopy banana tree looked scrawny and sad to him.

对我来说，比皇家花园的所有美景都要美。” 杰克和安妮盯着那棵长着又长又下垂叶子的大植物。 “我太喜欢这棵树了，所以我的名字就取自它，”芭蕉说。 芭蕉的意思是“香蕉树”。“酷，”安妮说。 她环顾四周。“这里很好。” 不完全是，杰克想。小屋破旧不堪，那棵下垂的香蕉树在他看来骨瘦如柴，令人伤心。

"Please come inside," said Basho. He slipped off his sandals and left them outside. He picked up a bundle of wood, then ducked through the low door that led into his hut. Jack and Annie took off their shoes, too, and followed Basho into a small, shadowy room. Basho opened his shutters to let in the evening air. "Please sit," he said.

“请进来，”芭蕉说。 他脱下凉鞋，把它们放在外面。 他捡起一捆木头，然后从通向他小屋的矮门里钻了出来。 杰克和安妮也脱下鞋子，跟着芭蕉走进一间阴暗的小房间。 芭蕉叶打开百叶窗，让傍晚的空气进来。 “请坐，”他说。

"Thank you," said Jack and Annie. Jack looked around the room for chairs, but there weren't any. The only furniture was a low wooden table and a bamboo chest. Three straw mats covered the earthen floor. Jack and Annie sat down on one of the mats. Basho lit a small oil lamp. Then he made a fire in his fireplace. "I will prepare tea for us," he said. "Rest while I draw water from the river." He picked up one of the two wooden buckets near the door and headed outside. When Basho was gone, Jack and Annie looked at each other. "I guess this

“谢谢你，”杰克和安妮说。 杰克在房间里找椅子，但是没有。 唯一的家具是一张矮木桌和一个竹箱子。 三个草席铺在土地板上。 杰克和安妮在一张垫子上坐下。 芭蕉点燃了一盏小油灯。 然后他在壁炉里生起了火。 “我来给我们沏茶，”他说。 “休息一下，我去河里打水。” 他拿起门边两个木桶中的一个，朝外面走去。 芭蕉走后，杰克和安妮面面相觑。 “我想

is a three-mat house," said Annie. Jack nodded. "You'd think a famous teacher of the samurai would have a hundred-mat house… or at least a fifty-mat house," he said. "I like this house, though," said Annie. "It's cozy." "I wonder who Basho is exactly," said Jack. "If he's famous, maybe he's in our book," said Annie. "Look him up." "Good idea," said Jack. He pulled the research book out of his bag. By the light of the crackling fire, he looked up

是一个三席的房子，”安妮说。 杰克点了点头。“你会认为一个著名的武士老师会有一个一百席的房子……或者至少有一个五十席的房子，”他说。 “不过我喜欢这所房子，”安妮说。 “这是舒适。”“我想知道芭蕉到底是谁。”杰克说。 “如果他很有名，也许他会出现在我们的书里，”安妮说。 “去找他。”“好主意，”杰克说。 他从包里拿出那本研究书。 借着噼啪作响的火光，他抬起头来

Basho in the index. "He is here!" Jack turned to the right page and read aloud. Basho is one of Japan's greatest poets. He wrote short, beautiful poems that speak to people as clearly today as they did during the Edo period of Japan. "Basho's a great poet!" said Annie. "That explains everything!" "Sort of…," said Jack. "It explains why we had to recite poems to the

芭蕉指数。“他在这儿！”杰克翻到正确的一页，大声朗读。 芭蕉是日本最伟大的诗人之一。 他写了一些短小优美的诗，这些诗和日本江户时代的人一样清楚地向今天的人说话。 “芭蕉是个伟大的诗人！”安妮说。 “这就解释了一切！”“有点……”杰克说。 这就解释了为什么我们要对着老师背诵诗歌