两边码头上仓库的灰色大门，已经紧紧地关起了"。
The grey gates of the warehouses on either side of the harbor were securely shut.
一下午 的噌杂的人声，已经寂静了下来，只有乍起的晚风，在吹卷着码头上 零乱的草绳和尘土。
The afternoon hubbub of voices had died down and fitful gusts of evening wind would rise to send the messy piles of straw ropes and dust whirling from the wharves.
我默默地倚伏在船栏上，周围是一片的空虚一沉重，时间一分 一分地过去，苍茫的夜色，笼盖了下来。
Silently leaning on the ship railing, I found myself surrounded by an endless dull void.
猛抬头，我看见在离船不远的水面上，飘着一只木展，它已被海 水泡成黑褐色的了。
Time was ticking away minute by minute and darkness was gathering around me.
它在摇动的波浪上，摇着、摇着，慢慢地往外移， 仿佛要努力地摇到外面大海上去似的！
Raising my head abruptly, I saw a wooden clog floating on the water not far from my ship.
啊！
It had turned a dark brown after being soaked in water and kept moving slowly with the rolling waves as ifit were laboring out of the harbor toward the vast sea. quiet?
我苦难中的朋友！
How did you know that I was reluctant to part with my friends friends that had once worn you on their feet?
你怎么知道我要悄悄地离开？
O now you had leaped into the water to escort me through the long voyage?
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For several years previously, on those dull, black long nights, as lay a awake with a gloomy feeling of emptiness, the only thing that would keep me company had been the raindrops pattering On the tiled roof and the moonlight outside the paper windows.
你又怎么 知道我心里丢不下那些把你穿在脚下的朋友？
I would hear on every sleepless night wooden clogs clattering past the cobbled road before my building, sounding clear and firm.
你从岸上跳进海中，万 里迢迢地在船边护送着我？
It was unlike the hateful thudding of Japanese officers' military boots had once heard on the Dongdan drill ground in Peking.
过去几年的、在东京的苦闷不眠的夜晚相伴我的只有瓦檐上 的雨声，纸窗外的月色，更多的是空虚沉重的、黑黝黝的长夜； 而每一个不眠的夜晚，我都听到嘎达嘎达的木屐声音，一阵一阵的 从我楼前走过。
It was also unlike the clip-clop of leather shoes on the feet of Japanese officials and VIPs in the lobby of Peking Hotel.
这声音，踏在石子路上，清空而又坚实；它不像我从 前听过的、引人憎恨的、北京东单操场上日本军官的军靴声@，也不 像北京饭店的大厅上日本官员、绅士的皮鞋声。
It was the clear and firm sound of wooden clogs worn by the working people of Japan, rain or shine.
这是日本劳动人民 的、风里雨里寸步不离的、清空而又坚实的木屐的声音 我把双手交叉起，枕在脑后，随着一阵一阵的展声，在想象中从 穿着木展的双脚，慢慢地向上看，我看到悲哀憔悴的穿着外褂、套着
Resting my head on my clasped hands, I visualized, in the midst of the clatters, all those in wooden clogs: sad and haggard elderly men and women wearing short garments under white overalls; aggrieved workers in overalls and peasants in straw rain capes; young men in college caps and young women in short skirts, all looking dejected and perplexed \...