Trả test ạ School_Team

Lý thuyết
1.translate là gì?
-Translate là dịch, là phiên dịch 1 ngôn ngữ khác hoạc dịch một câu truyện thành tiếng mẹ đẹ của mình để giúp người đọc hiểu

Translator là gì?
-Người có khả năng thấu cảm và hiểu hết những tinh hoa của ngôn ngữ mà mình đang dịch và dịch chúng ra tiếng mẹ đẻ một cách trọn vẹn và hài hoà nhất

2.yếu tố của một translator
-Yếu tố của một translator : là người đã hiểu hết và cảm nhận trọn vẹn ngôn ngữ mình đang dịch, có khả năng biểu đạt nó qua tiếng mẹ đẻ một cách sâu sắc nhất

3.bạn có tự tin về trình độ ngoại ngữ bản thân?
-không hẳn, núi này cao có núi cao hơn.

Thực hành (vì lý do không biết dịch anh sang việt hay việt sang anh, nên sẽ dịch từ việt sang anh)
Tác phẩm:đỏ
Tác giả:-_scarlise_-

A few months ago.

Wandering on the familiar road leading to my old motel, I encountered a boring book introduction. But for some reason, it's seem interesting to me.

My legs don't listen to my mind and stepped in. In front my eyes are real nerds, whom pay their attention to the man talking about the book on his hands.

In their eyes, he's such a God. Who's bring something interesting. But in my eyes, it's just a simply model for me to satisfy my imagination.

Eyes closing, mouth is wide open talking about stuff I don't care, sharp pointed ears ... Everything I could think about him are all writen down in a piece of paper from my notebook.

-what are you drawing?

I was shocked when I heard a low, warm voice echoing next to my ear. My eyes are busy looking at paper at this moment lookup, hands are also stop.

A guy, might be around my age. Who have a perfect height and body look straight into my artwork with a puzzling eyes

-this...nothing, just draw for fun

I embarrassed explained. According to my observation, this guy are one of the nerds that I've mentioned up there. If he tell the man who still talking about the book up their, I will definitely be chased away.

-really? I see you drawing him probably more correctly

His mischievous eyes looked at the man which made my back chill. In my mind  right now, I have only two words

Dead.

Definitely dead.

-No, you must be imagined

I tried to defend myself. Can't let him hold my weakness point.

- boring, I'm drawing him too

He said and he raised his drawing for me take a look. Compare to my artwork, his artwork only more worse, no less

-ha...

I burst into laughed, my eyes narrowed, not pay attention to the "warm gaze" looking straight at me

-you two, what are you laughing at?

My laugh caught the man attention, the one who was talking about the book. Now, I'm almost have the attention of all the people in the room, everyone's eyes were on me. I bent down to avoid being scanned, lips tight.

-We are telling comedy, sorry to disturb you

He said, then hold my hand tight, pull me outside.

-let... Let me go...

After leaving the damn discussion, I suddenly alert, I use all of my strength try to get rid the rough hand of the one has just cause trouble for me.

-Are you done? Because of you I have to carry a big bag on my back

The guy made a scolding expression to me, as if he didn't do anything wrong

-It's because of your artwork, not my fault

I was about to cry when I say it. What day is today, I have a damn bad luck day

-Ok ok, it's all my fault, happy now?

He seems to be depressed to have an argument with me, just answer in a few quick words. Quiet for a moment, seeing my anger seem to drop a little more, he immediately asked me:

-seem like you doing something with writing huh?

-huh!? How did you know!?

I gasped, not believing what he just said. Clearly we've just met each other, then how did he know.

-Intuition of colleagues.

As he spoke, he pointed at his lobe, with a blink of an eye, and a skilful smile.

-If so, then follow me, as compensation for what I just did before.

Then he led me again. I tried to get out , but his strength was so strong, the more I tried to get rid of his hand, the more my wrist was red.

-Get your hands off. I don't need you to compensate ... I won't think anything bad

I had the feelings that he holds my wrist tighter as I almost begged him. The only thing I could do is to follow each of his steps to home.

- what's your name?

Feel the air seemed tense, I immediately could not help but speak. I'm obviously an active person , how can I bear this scary silence

- called me Red

He responded in a neat manner. I was thinking about the stuff hidden inside that sentence.

Red...

Why red...

I was tired, I didn't want to think anymore, It's only make my head hurter

few seconds later I abandoned the search for the meaning of Red name. Even patience I also don't have. What kind of girl am I?

••••• 

-where is this?

I wonder that when I see the house in front of me. It looks like a middle - class house. However, it gives me a sense of the scary loneliness

- get in, you'll know

He led me in. The "hugging the tree at the door" trick was completely controlled by him. I have not even touched the tree was dragged away, now I only know how miserable

- woa!!!

I do not control myself but say in front the context is considered "majestic". Entering the room have smelled old newspapers, most are rare books that I want to read but can not.

- you.... How could you.... 

I admire it, in the heart suddenly appear jealous with the guy next to me. Envy of the "book" property of him that I want to find is also impossible

-Like it?

Responding to my words is just a silly question. He's like me. Eyes are also attached to precious treasure in front of our eyes

- like it....very like it .... 

- good! Read two books and then you can go home! 

Red said as ordered. I opened my eyes, staring at him. What does it mean. Didn't you want to atone? Why do I have to read it?

-uhm .... I really like it, but I'm not free today... so... uhm ... I'll go ahead go home

Red seemed doesn't like my interrupting sentence , he just walked to the table at fhe middle of the room, sat down and wrote.. 

- Read. Not finished,  not go home.

- hey.... 

-not gonna say its twice ! 

I'm helpless. Take a book that I consider the thinnest one.

It's must 1000 pages, how I'm I gonna do this? . 

As I silently whining in my mind, I reluctantly opened the first page to read. Then I get into the story of the book more and more.

So good....

So different...

while reading, suddenly I think of Red. Saw him still writing, very focused, I'm curious to come near.

- you scared me

As I get closer, Red's voice rang, which made me stand still. Doesn't his eyes care about only the paper? How could he know I was near?

- Ah... Just want to know, what is Red doing?

Taking advantage of this opportunity, I sneak a glimpse of Red paper. Saw the laptop beside, I wondered.

-Why you have laptop and you're not using it?

Heard it, Red just look at me and smile, he push the laptop to aside.

-I'll write until I breathe my last breath, and...I think that I don't need laptop to do that, sometimes it's good to create the words by writing instead of using those fancy techlogical inventions

Heard Red, I nodded, act like I got it, but actually, I don't get it, I ask:

-  Hey Red, it seemed like you love writing? 

- of course , writing are all I want to do, it helps me relax ....

Red answered, his lips are curled up created a smile, but don't know how, I feel that smile is strange.

-Finished reading a page hmm? I forgive you, go ahead go home.

- hey.... 

I think, Red are rude, keep me back then throw me away , it's hard to understand.

-Then I'll go home then.

I said in a sulky voice, not even look at him, angrily go home. 

••••• 
A few days later, I come to Red's house everyday, we read the books and write the stories together. During this time, I feel so peaceful. It seems we're a match. Until one day

- hey... Want to go biking with me?

Red pull out an old bike in the store house I've seen a couple time, smiling say.

- there's only one.... Then what I'm gonna ride ?  

Look back and forth, I saw only one bike in Red hands, I wondered.

- I'll ride you if you don't mind it's old! 

He smile, like the other time, hCậu mỉm cười, như bao lần, the smile has imprinted in my memory. I do not know what's wrong with me, how could I be affected by this guy?

- hurry up! Or I'll leave you there

Red reminded me, and I hurried up to the back sit behind him, don't care where he gonna drive me to. 

That day was best day ever. At least to me. Sitting behind his back, I felt a strange sense of calmness. Both did not say anything, and I know, be silence like this is the best choice

-we're here, get down! 

He stop at a place.... How to say it.... It made me feel safe.The wind gently gliding, the sun shining gently.

-this is so pretty.... 

I can't help myself say it. Previously due to work too busy, always have to run deadline so I do not have time to enjoy such beautiful things.

Suddenly, I feel a familiar warmth at my back. Red is hugging me. Hug me from behind. It's like a romance movie. 

- Red...you... What are you doing? 

Compressing my emotions, I tried to push away Red, I'm afraid of being paranoid about the relationship between us

- let's me hug you a little bit, just a little, please.... 

In Red's voice, there was sadness attached to it, It made me didn't want to push him away.

As such, Red and I be like that for a long time. Red closed his eyes, seems to want to enjoy this feeling. I also like him, just want the time to stop, so we'll forever immersed in this beautiful moment. 

After that day, Red and I are back to normal. I still go to the Red's House, writing stories together, but both of us knew that, we have get closer together...                

———————————— 

I was like a dead soul, dropping myself in the torrential raindrops poured down. I'm crying, yes, a vivacious, energetic person like me is crying ...

Red's mom has called me, exactly what Red had asked her to say, that  Red was gone, because of his evil disease, the doctor said Red only alive when his heart still beat. He used the rest of the time to write, frantically writing, so that after death, he no longer regret.

For some reason reason, all of his books were franchised back to me, even the laptop that he never touched. Under the laptop I found a sheet of paper, opened it, it was Red.

"Hey Hân, I had stopped writing, I can't write anymore, hope you'll keep writing, write the rest of the story we wrote together, please write for my part too"

When I finished reading the letter, my throat tightened, I couldn't make any sound. Just knowing that I cried a lot, stupid enough to get into the cold water of the rain, hoping it would erase some of the pain, but that only made me remember of Red.

"Red, I will keep writing, will not stop writing, will fulfill our dreams, mine, and your unfinished dreams too."