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看得见风景的房间(A Room with a View)

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The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!"

"And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been further saddened by the Signora's unexpected accent. "It might be London." She looked at the two rows of English people who were sitting at the table; at the row of white bottles of water and red bottles of wine that ran between the English people; at the portraits of the late Queen and the late Poet Laureate that hung behind the English people, heavily framed; at the notice of the English church (Rev. Cuthbert Eager, M. A. Oxon.), that was the only other decoration of the wall. "Charlotte, don't you feel, too, that we might be in London? I can hardly believe that all kinds of other things are just outside. I suppose it is one's being so

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我的生活(My Life)

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When I was a young man just out of law school and eager to get on with my life, on a whim I briefly put aside my reading preference for fiction and history and bought one of those how-to books: How to Get Control of Your Time and Your Life, by Alan Lakein. The book’s main point was the necessity of listing short-, medium-, and long-term life goals, then categorizing them in order of their importance, with the A group being the most important, the B group next, and the C the last, then listing under each goal specific activities designed to achieve them. I still have that paperback book, now almost thirty years old

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一千零一夜(1001 Nights)

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   《一千零一夜》是古代阿拉伯民间故事集，在西方被称为《阿拉伯之夜》，我国却有一个独特的称呼：《天方夜谭》。它是世界上最具生命力、最负盛名、拥有最多读者和影响最大的作品之一；同时，它以民间文学的朴素身份却能跻身于世界古典名著之列，也堪称是世界文学史上的一大奇迹。

    《一千零一夜》的故事情节离奇而曲折，人物形象而生动，并运用对立与对比手法，突出人物特征，山鲁佐德、辛伯达、白侯图、阿里巴巴等已成为世界文学画廊中人人喜爱的形象。

柳林风声(Wind in the Willows)

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The Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring-cleaning his little home. First with brooms, then with dusters; then on ladders and steps and chairs, with a brush and a pail of whitewash; till he had dust in his throat and eyes, and splashes of whitewash all over his black fur, and an aching back and weary arms. Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little house with its spirit of divine discontent and longing. It was small wonder, then, that he suddenly flung down his brush on the floor, said 'Bother!' and 'O blow!' and also 'Hang spring-cleaning!' and bolted out of the house without even waiting to put on his coat. Something up above was calling him imperiously. So he scraped and scratched and scrabbled and scrooged and then he scrooged again and scrabbled and scratched and scraped, working busily with his little paws and muttering to himself, 'Up we go! Up we go!' till at last, pop! his snout came out into the sunlight, and he found himself rolling in the warm grass of a great meadow.

'This is fine!' he said to himself. This is better than whitewashing!' The sunshine struck hot on his fur, soft breezes caressed his heated brow, and after the seclusion of the cellarage he'd lived in so long the carol of happy birds fell on his dulled hearing almost like a shout. Jumping off all his four legs at once, in the joy of living and the delight of spring without its cleaning, he pursued his way across the meadow till he reached the hedge on the further side.

'Hold up!' said an elderly rabbit at the gap. 'Sixpence for the privilege of passing by the private road!' He was bowled over in an instant by the impatient and contemptuous Mole, who trotted along the side of the hedge chaffing the other rabbits as they peeped hurriedly from their holes to see what the row was about.

It all seemed too good to be true. Hither and thither through the meadows he rambled busily, along the hedgerows, across the copses, finding everywhere birds building, flowers budding, leaves thrusting -- everything happy, and progressive, and occupied.

He thought his happiness was complete when, as he meandered aimlessly along, suddenly he stood by the edge of a full-fed river. Never in his life had he seen a river before -- this sleek, sinuous, full-bodied animal, chasing and chuckling, gripping things with a gurgle and leaving them with a laugh, to fling itself on fresh playmates that shook themselves free, and were caught and held again. The Mole was bewitched, entranced, fascinated.

As he sat on the grass and looked across the river, a dark hole in the bank opposite, just above the water's edge, caught his eye, and dreamily he fell to considering what a nice snug dwelling-place it would make for an animal with few wants and fond of a bijou riverside residence, above flood level and remote from noise and dust. As he gazed, something bright and small seemed to twinkle down in the heart of it, vanished, then twinkled once more like a tiny star. Then, as he looked, it winked at him, and so declared itself to be an eye; and a small face began gradually to grow up round it, like a frame round a picture.

A brown little face, with whiskers. A grave round face, with the same twinkle in its eye that had first attracted his notice. Small neat ears and thick silky hair. It was the Water Rat! Then the two animals stood and regarded each other cautiously.

'Hullo, Mole!' said the Water Rat.
'Hullo, Rat!' said the Mole.
'Would you like to come over?' enquired the Rat presently.
'Oh, its all very well to talk,' said the Mole, rather pettishly, he being new to a river and riverside life and its ways.

The Rat said nothing, but stooped and unfastened a rope and hauled on it; then lightly stepped into a little boat which the Mole had not observed. It was painted blue outside and white within, and was just the size for two animals; and the Mole's whole heart went out to it at once, even though he did not yet fully understand its uses.

皮诺丘历险记(The Adventures of Pinocchio)

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There was once upon a time

'A king!' my little listeners will shout together. No, children.

Once upon a time there was a piece of wood, just a common piece of firewood to put on the fire in winter. One fine day this piece of wood happened to be in the shop of an old carpenter whose real name was Mr Antonio, but everyone called him Mr Cherry, because the tip of his nose was always as red and shiny as a ripe cherry. As soon as he saw the piece of wood, Mr Cherry was delighted. Rubbing his hands together happily, he mumbled to himself:

'This has come in the nick of time. I shall use it to make the leg of a table.'

He grasped the axe quickly to peel off the bark and shape the wood. But just as he was about to give it the first blow, he stopped with his arm in the air, for he had heard a tiny voice begging him gently 'Please be careful! You can imagine old Mr Cherry's surprise.

He looked about the room to find out where the tiny voice had come from and he saw no one! He looked under the bench--nobody! He searched among the shavings-- nobody! He opened the door to look up and down the street--and still nobody!

'Oh, I see!' he said, I must have imagined that tiny voice. Well--to work once more.'

He raised his axe again, and down it went on the piece of wood.

'Oh, oh! You hurt me!' cried the same little voice.

Mr Cherry grew dumb. As soon as he could speak, he said, trembling and stuttering from fright:

'Where did that voice come from. This piece of wood is nothing, firewood like all the others Is someone hidden inside it? If so, so much the worse for him. I'll fix him!' And he took the poor piece of wood in both hands and, without mercy, started to beat it against the wall. Then he stopped and listened for the tiny voice to cry. He waited two minutes--nothing; five minutes--nothing; ten minutes--still nothing.

'I must have imagined that tiny voice! Well, to work once more!'

And because he was frightened, he began singing to encourage himself. Meanwhile he put the axe down and taking his plane began planing and shaping the wood. But while the plane went to and fro, he heard the same tiny voice. This time it giggled :

'Oh, stop it! Ha, ha, ha! You're tickling me.'

This time, poor Mr Cherry fell as if struck by lightening. When he opened his eyes, he was sitting on the floor. The tip of his nose, which was always red, had turned blue with fright.

In that moment, somebody knocked on the door. 'Come in,' said Mr Cherry, too weak to stand up.

A little, jolly old man came into the shop. His name was Geppetto.

'What brought you here, Mr Geppetto?'

'I have come to ask you a favour.'

'Here I am, at your service,' answered the carpenter, getting to his knees.

'I want a piece of wood to make a Marionette. Will you give it to me?'

Mr Antonio, pleased as Punch, hurried to his bench to get the piece of wood which had frightened him so much.

故事集(Collection of Children's Favourites)

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经典童话集(Collection Classic Fairy Stories)

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One summer's day a little tailor sat on his table by the window in the best of spirits, and sewed for dear life. As he was sitting thus a peasant woman came down the street, calling out: 'Good jam to sell, good jam to sell.' This sounded sweetly in the tailor's ears; he put his frail little head out of the window, and shouted: 'Up here, my good woman, and you'll find a willing customer.'

The woman climbed up the three flights of stairs with her heavy basket to the tailor's room, and he made her spread out all the pots in a row before him. He examined them all, lifted them up and smelled them, and said at last: 'This jam seems good, weigh me four ounces of it, my good woman; and even if it's a quarter of a pound I won't stick at it.'

The woman, who had hoped to find a good market, gave him what he wanted, but went away grumbling wrathfully.

'Now heaven shall bless this jam for my use,' cried the little tailor, 'And it shall sustain and strengthen me.'

He fetched some bread out of a cupboard, cut a round off the loaf, and spread the jam on it.

'That won't taste amiss,' he said; 'But I'll finish that waistcoat first before I take a bite.'

He placed the bread beside him, went on sewing, and out of the lightness of his heart kept on making his stitches bigger and bigger. In the meantime the smell of the sweet jam rose to the ceiling, where heaps of flies were sitting, and attracted them to such an extent that they swarmed on to it in masses.

'Ha! Who invited you?' said the tailor, and chased the unwelcome guests away. But the flies, who didn't understand English, refused to let themselves be warned off, and returned again in even greater numbers. At last the little tailor, losing all patience, reached out of his chimney corner for a duster, and exclaiming: 'Wait, and I'll give it to you,' he beat them mercilessly with it. When he left off he counted the slain, and no fewer than seven lay dead before him with outstretched legs.

'What a desperate fellow I am!' said he, and was filled with admiration at his own courage. 'The whole town must know about this'; and in great haste the little tailor cut out a girdle, hemmed it, and embroidered on it in big letters, SEVEN AT A BLOW. 'What did I say, the town? No, the whole world shall hear of it,' he said; and his heart beat for joy as a lamb wags its tail.

安徒生童话(Andersen Fairy Tales)

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Many years ago there was an Emperor who was so excessively fond of new clothes that he spent all his money on them. He cared nothing about his soldiers, nor for the theatre, nor for driving in the woods except for the sake of showing off his new clothes. He had a costume for every hour in the day, and instead of saying as one does about any other King or Emperor, "He is in his council chamber," here one always said, "The Emperor is in his dressing-room."

Life was full of fun in the great town where he lived; hosts of strangers came to visit it every day, and among them one day two swindlers. They gave themselves out as weavers, and said that they knew how to weave the most beautiful stuffs imaginable. Not only were the colours and patterns unusually fine, but the clothes that were made of the stuffs had the peculiar quality of becoming invisible to every person who was not fit for the office he held or if he was impossibly dull.

"Those must be splendid clothes," thought the Emperor. "By wearing them I should be able to discover which men in my kingdom are unfitted for their posts. I shall distinguish the wise men from the fools. Yes, I certainly must order some of that stuff to be woven for me."

He paid the two swindlers a lot of money in advance so that they might begin their work at once.

They did put up two looms and pretend to weave, but they had nothing whatever upon their shuttles. At the outset they asked for a quantity of the finest silk and purest gold thread, all of which they put into their own bags while they worked away at the empty looms far into the night.

"I should like to know how those weavers are getting on with the stuff," thought the Emperor; but he felt a little queer when he reflected that anyone who was stupid or unfit for his post would not be able to see it. He certainly thought he need have no fears for himself, but still he thought he would send somebody else first to see how it was getting on. Everybody in the town knew what wonderful power the stuff possessed, and everyone was anxious to see how stupid his neighbour was.

"I will send my faithful old minister to the weavers," thought the Emperor. "He will be best able to see how the stuff looks, for he is a clever man and no one fulfils his duties better than he does!" vSo the good old minister went into the room where the two swindlers sat working at the empty loom.

"Heaven preserve us!" thought the old minister, opening his eyes very wide. "Why I can't see a thing!" But he took care not to say so.

Both the swindlers begged him to be good enough to step a little nearer, and asked him if he did not think it a good pattern and beautiful colouring. They pointed to the empty loom, and the poor old minister stared as hard as he could but he could not see anything, for of course there was nothing to see.

"Good heavens!" thought he, "is it possible that I am a fool. I have never thought so and nobody must know it. Am I not fit for my post? It will never do to say that I cannot see the stuff."

"Well, sir, you don't say anything about the stuff," said the one who was pretending to weave.

"Oh, it is beautiful! quite charming!" said the old minister, looking through his spectacles; "this pattern and these colours! I will certainly tell the Emperor that the stuff pleases me very much."

"We are delighted to hear you say so," said the swindlers, and then they named all the colours and described the peculiar pattern. The old minister paid great attention to what they said, so as to be able to repeat it when he got home to the Emperor.

Then the swindlers went on to demand more money, more silk, and more gold, to be able to proceed with the weaving; but they put it all into their own pockets not a single strand was ever put into the loom, but they went on as before weaving at the empty loom.

The Emperor soon sent another faithful official to see how the stuff was getting on, and if it would soon be ready. The same thing happened to him as to the minister; he looked and looked, but as there was only the empty loom he could see nothing at all.

"Is not this a beautiful piece of stuff?" said both the swindlers, showing and explaining the beautiful pattern and colours which were not there to be seen.

"I know I am not a fool!" thought the man, "so it must be that I am unfit for my good post! It is very strange though! however one must not let it appear!" So he praised the stuff he did not see, and assured them of his delight in the beautiful colours and the originality of the design. "It is absolutely charming!" he said to the Emperor. Everybody in the town was talking about this splendid stuff.

伊索寓言(Aesop Fables)

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It happened that a Dog had got a piece of meat and was carrying it home in his mouth to eat it in peace. Now, on his way home he had to cross a plank lying across a running brook. As he crossed, he looked down and saw his own shadow reflected in the water beneath. Thinking it was another dog with another piece of meat, he made up his mind to have that also. So he made a snap at the shadow in the water, but as he opened his mouth the piece of meat fell out, dropped into the water and was never seen more. Beware lest you lose the substance by grasping at the shadow.