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下面是读文网小编整理的英语国家概况:The U.S. Economy美国经济,欢迎大家阅读!
1)Factors that contribute to the fast growth ofthe economy:
①the geographical location of the United Statespovides very good conditions for the country to growand become strong.
②the United States has been blessed by being a landrich in mineral resources and fertile farm soil,together with a moderate climate.
③America has been fortunate in having enough people to provide the labour necessary for aconstantly expanding economy.
④the quality of available labour. The United States has a skilful and willing labour force.
经济快速增长的几个因素:
1.美国的地理位置为国家的发展壮大提供了良好的条件;
2.美国有幸是一块矿产资源丰富、土壤肥沃的陆地,气候温和;
3.拥有足够的劳动力以满足不断发展的经济增长;
4.这些劳动力的质量。美国拥有技术高和能动性好的劳动力大军。
2)Characteristics of the U.S. economy:
characterised by a high degree of monopoly.
经济特征:已高度垄断为特点。
3)the importance of foreign trade:
the United States supplies a larger share of the imports of all other countries than does anyother country in the world. But the U.S. share of the world trade has declined in recent years.
①Currently US exports are about 15% of the world's total;
②the US imports about 13% of all world imports;
③Canada is the largest single source of goods imported by the U.S., accounting for nearly 30%of the total. Asia provides about 18% of American imports. Thus the economy of these countriesis often affected when the U.S. economy is in trouble.
美国进口的商品比世界任何国家都多。但最近几年比例有所下降。1.美国出口量占全世界出口总数的15%;2.美国的进口占13%左右;3.加拿大是最大的供应国,占总数的近30%。亚洲占18%左右。因此,一旦美国经济陷入困境,这些国家也会受到影响。
4)problems facing the US economy:
unemployment, inflation, financial deficit, and trade deficit.
经济存在的问题:失业,通货膨胀,财政赤字和贸易赤字。
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教育的目的应该是要创造出一个隔离于外界的学术环境。这样的环境最理想因为这样可以使学生们不受功利的干扰而专注于重要的理念。
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Many people have the opinion that the purpose of education should be to create anacademic environment isolated from the outside world, which would be conducive for thestudents to focus on their studies without being disturbed by the practical concerns. However,as far as I am concerned, it is near sighted to set the students into an isolated academicenvironment, and such opinion is a misconception regarding the purpose of the education.
It cannot be denied that some kind of academic fields need a peaceful and quiteatmosphere indeed, which help the students to give their most attention to their studies tosome extent. To pay more attention on their studies, students have to avoid involvingthemselves into some practical concerns, such as mean ambitions, love of comfort, devotionto material things, all of which would cost them lots of time, and influence their studiesconsequently.
In this sense, it is a good will to create an ideal environment for students to pursue theirstudies. Many universities, colleges and institutions have laboratories with advancedequipment, libraries that allow students access for free, and often offer the scholarship for thosepotential students. The measures foregoing all indicate that the education make its effort toestablish an environment in which students could focus on their academic studies and reducethe disturbance from the outside campus to greatest degree.
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The Moon
Thy beauty haunts me heart and soul,
o thou fair moon,so close and bright;
Thy beauty makes me like the child
that cries aloud to own thy light:
The little child that lifts each arm
to press thee to her bosom warm.
Though there are birds that sing this night
with thy white beams across their throats,
Let my deep silence speak for me
more than for them their sweetest notes:
Who worships thee till music fails
is greater than nightingales.
月亮
你的美丽缠绕了我的心和魂,
你美好的月哦,那样近,那样明;
你的美丽使我像个小孩儿
要捉着你的光,发出更大的声音;
小孩举起每一只胳膊,
要把你捉来抱的紧紧。
虽然有些鸟儿在夜里吟唱,
由于你的银光照着它们的颈,
让我深深的沉默谈出我的心
比他们的最美的歌声更有风韵;
对你的崇敬到了沉默无声,
那崇敬是超过了你的夜鸣莺。
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Dragon Boat Festival of 2014 falls on June 2. The holiday in China starts from May 31 to June 2, 2014. Welcome to China and explore the traditional folk customs of this interesting festival! Its schedule in recent years is offered in the following table.
Dragon boats are thus named because the fore and stern of the boat is in a shape of traditional Chinese dragon. A team of people works the oars in a bid to reach the destination before the other teams. One team member sits at the front of the boat beating a drum in order to maintain morale and ensure that the rowers keep in time with one another. Legend holds that the race originates from the idea of the people who rowed their boats to save Qu yuan after he drowned himself in the river. It is said that the winning team will bring harvest and happy life to the people of their village.
Now, some of ethnic minorities in China also hold dragon boat races like Miao, and Dai. Japan, Vietnam, and Britain regard it as an important game as well. In the year of 1980, it was listed in the state sports competition program held every year.
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The More Loving One
W.H.Auden
Looking up at the stars, I know quite well,
仰望群星的时分,我一清二楚,
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
尽管它们关怀备至,我亦有可能赴地府,
But on earth indifference is the least,
可是尘世间我们丝毫不必畏惧,
We have to dread from man or beast .
人类或禽兽的那份冷漠。
How should we like it were stars to burn ,
倘若群星燃烧着关怀我们的激情,
With a passion for us we could not return ?
我们却无法回报,我们作何感想?
If equal affection cannot be ,
倘若无法产生同样的感情,
Let the more loving one be me.
让我成为更有爱心的人。
Admirer as I think I am,
尽管我自视为群星的崇拜者,
Of stars that do not give a damn,
它们满不在乎,
I cannot, now I see them, say
现在我看群星,我却难以启齿,
I missed one terribly all day .
说我成天思念一颗星星。
Were all stars to disappear or die,
倘若所有的星星消失或者消亡,
I should learn to look at an empty sky,
我应该学会仰望空荡的天空,
And feel its total dark sublime,
同时感受天空一片漆黑的崇高,
Though this might take me a little time.
虽然这样可能要花费一点时间。
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詹妮弗·洛佩兹(Jennifer Lopez),1969年7月24日出生于美国纽约市,歌手、演员、电视制作人、流行设计师与舞者。
Jennifer Lopez On The Floor 歌词+MV
J-LO!
It's a new generation
Of party people
Darling get on the floor
Darling get on the floor
Let me introduce you to my party people
In the club...
[Pitbull]
I’m loose
And everybody knows I get off the train
Baby it’s the truth
I’m like inception I play with your brain
So I don’t sleep I snooze
I don’t play no games so don’t get it confused no
Cos you will lose yeah
Now pump it up
And back it up like a Tonka truck
[Jennifer Lopez]
If you go hard you gotta get on the floor
If you’re a party freak then step on the floor
If your an animal then tear up the floo
Break a sweat on the floor
Yeah we work on the floor
Don’t stop keep it moving
Put your drinks
Pick your body up and drop it on the floor
Let the rhythm change your world on the floor
You know we’re running sh*t tonight on the floor
Brazil Morocco
London to Ibiza
Straight to LA, New York
Vegas to Africa
[Chorus]
Dance the night away
Live your life ,and stay young on the floor
Dance the night away
Grab somebody drink a little more
quduwenquduwenquduwenquduwen
Tonight we gon’ be it on the floor
quduwenquduwenquduwenquduwen
Tonight we gon’ be it on the floor
[Verse 2]
I know you got it clap your hands on the floor
And keep on rockin’, rock it up on the floor
If you’re a criminal kill it on the floor
Steal it quick on the floor, on the floor
Don’t stop keep it moving
Put your drinks up
Its getting ill it’s getting sick on the floor
We never quit, we never rest on the floor
If I ain’t wrong we’ll probably die on the floor
Brazil Morocco
London to Ibiza
Straight to LA, New York
Vegas to Africa
Jennifer Lopez On The Floor lyrics +MV
On The Floor MV
[Chorus]
Dance the night away
Live your life, and stay young on the floor
Dance the night way
Grab somebody drink a little more
quduwenquduwenquduwenquduwen
Tonight we gon’ be it on the floor
quduwenquduwenquduwenquduwen
Tonight we gon’ be it on the floor
[Pibull]
That badonka donk is like a trunk full of bass on an old school Chevy
All I need is some vodka and some… coke
And watch… get donkey konged
… if you’re ready for things to get heavy
I get on the floor and act a fool if you let me
Don’t believe me just vet me
My name ain’t Keath but I see why you Sweat me
L.A. Miami New York
Say no more get on the floor
quduwenquduwenquduwenquduwen
Tonight we gon’ be it on the floor
quduwenquduwenquduwenquduwen
Tonight we gon’ be it on the floor
quduwenquduwenquduwenquduwen
Tonight we gon’ be it on the floor
Jennifer Lopez
On The Floor lyrics
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薇拉·凯瑟(Willa Cather,1873-1947),美国小说家、短篇小说家、诗人。她生于弗吉尼亚州,9岁时随家移居内布拉斯加州,在西部大草原乡镇里长大。1895年从内布拉斯加大学毕业,对音乐和文学(尤其是亨利·詹姆斯的作品)极感兴趣。后来到匹兹堡一家报社工作,开始文学创作。1900年,她开始发表短篇小说和诗歌,1903年发表诗集《四月的黄昏》(April Twilight)。在那些年月里,她的主要思想是披露西部小城镇文化的落后和思想的狭窄,这表现在她的最著名的短篇故事《雕刻家的葬礼》(“The Sculptor‘s Funeral”)、《华格纳音乐会》(“A Wagner Matinee”)等作品中。1906年她移居纽约,在《麦克卢尔杂志》(McClure’s Magazine)工作,后任总编(1908-1911)。在此期间,她结识了著名乡土文学作家萨拉·奥恩·朱厄特(Sarah Orne Jewett),并听从其劝告,辞去总编职务,悉心从事文学创作,陆续发表了《亚历山大的桥》(Alexander‘s Bridge,1912)、《啊,拓荒者!》(O Pioneers!1913)、《我的安东妮亚》(My Antonia,1918)、《百灵鸟之歌》(The Song of the Lark,1915)、《我们自己人》(One of Ours,1922)、《迷途的女人》(A Lost Lady,1923)、《教授的住宅》(The Professor’s House,1925)及《大主教之死》(Death Comes For the Archbishop,1927)等作品。凯瑟还发表了4部短篇小说集和几部中长篇小说。
Near Rattlesnake Creek, on the side of a little draw stood Canute's shanty. North, east, south, stretched the level Nebraska plain of long rust-red grass that undulated constantly in the wind. To the west the ground was broken and rough, and a narrow strip of timber wound along the turbid, muddy little stream that had scarcely ambition enough to crawl over its black bottom. If it had not been for the few stunted cottonwoods and elms that grew along its banks, Canute would have shot himself years ago. The Norwegians are a timber-loving people, and if there is even a turtle pond with a few plum bushes around it they seem irresistibly drawn toward it.
As to the shanty itself, Canute had built it without aid of any kind, for when he first squatted along the banks of Rattlesnake Creek there was not a human being within twenty miles. It was built of logs split in halves, the chinks stopped with mud and plaster. The roof was covered with earth and was supported by one gigantic beam curved in the shape of a round arch. It was almost impossible that any tree had ever grown in that shape. The Norwegians used to say that Canute had taken the log across his knee and bent it into the shape he wished. There were two rooms, or rather there was one room with a partition made of ash saplings interwoven and bound together like big straw basket work. In one corner there was a cook stove, rusted and broken. In the other a bed made of unplaned planks and poles. it was fully eight feet long, and upon it was a heap of dark bed clothing. There was a chair and a bench of colossal proportions. There was an ordinary kitchen cupboard with a few cracked dirty dishes in it, and beside it on a tall box a tin washbasin. Under the bed was a pile of pint flasks, some broken, some whole, all empty. On the wood box lay a pair of shoes of almost incredible dimensions. On the wall hung a saddle, a gun, and some ragged clothing, conspicuous among which was a suit of dark cloth, apparently new, with a paper collar carefully wrapped in a red silk handkerchief and pinned to the sleeve. Over the door hung a wolf and a badger skin, and on the door itself a brace of thirty or forty snake skins whose noisy tails rattled ominously every time it opened. The strangest things in the shanty were the wide windowsills. At first glance they looked as though they had been ruthlessly hacked and mutilated with a hatchet, but on closer inspection all the notches and holes in the wood took form and shape. There seemed to be a series of pictures. They were, in a rough way, artistic, but the figures were heavy and labored, as though they had been cut very slowly and with very awkward instruments. There were men plowing with little horned imps sitting on their shoulders and on their horses' heads. There were men praying with a skull hanging over their heads and little demons behind them mocking their attitudes. There were men fighting with big serpents, and skeletons dancing together. All about these pictures were blooming vines and foliage such as never grew in this world, and coiled among the branches of the vines there was always the scaly body of a serpent, and behind every flower there was a serpent's head. It was a veritable Dance of Death by one who had felt its sting. In the wood box lay some boards, and every inch of them was cut up in the same manner. Sometimes the work was very rude and careless, and looked as though the hand of the workman had trembled. It would sometimes have been hard to distinguish the men from their evil geniuses but for one fact, the men were always grave and were either toiling or praying, while the devils were always smiling and dancing. Several of these boards had been split for kindling and it was evident that the artist did not value his work highly.
It was the first day of winter on the Divide. Canute stumbled into his shanty carrying a basket of. cobs, and after filling the stove, sat down on a stool and crouched his seven foot frame over the fire, staring drearily out of the window at the wide gray sky. He knew by heart every individual clump of bunch grass in the miles of red shaggy prairie that stretched before his cabin. He knew it in all the deceitful loveliness of its early summer, in all the bitter barrenness of its autumn. He had seen it smitten by all the plagues of Egypt. He had seen it parched by drought, and sogged by rain, beaten by hail, and swept by fire, and in the grasshopper years he had seen it eaten as bare and clean as bones that the vultures have left. After the great fires he had seen it stretch for miles and miles, black and smoking as the floor of hell.
He rose slowly and crossed the room, dragging his big feet heavily as though they were burdens to him. He looked out of the window into the hog corral and saw the pigs burying themselves in the straw before the shed. The leaden gray clouds were beginning to spill themselves, and the snow flakes were settling down over the white leprous patches of frozen earth where the hogs had gnawed even the sod away. He shuddered and began to walk, trampling heavily with his ungainly feet. He was the wreck of ten winters on the Divide and he knew what that meant. Men fear the winters of the Divide as a child fears night or as men in the North Seas fear the still dark cold of the polar twilight. His eyes fell upon his gun, and he took it down from the wall and looked it over. He sat down on the edge of his bed and held the barrel towards his face, letting his forehead rest upon it, and laid his finger on the trigger. He was perfectly calm, there was neither passion nor despair in his face, but the thoughtful look of a man who is considering. Presently he laid down the gun, and reaching into the cupboard, drew out a pint bottle of raw white alcohol. Lifting it to his lips, he drank greedily. He washed his face in the tin basin and combed his rough hair and shaggy blond beard. Then he stood in uncertainty before the suit of dark clothes that hung on the wall. For the fiftieth time he took them in his hands and tried to summon courage to put them on. He took the paper collar that was pinned to the sleeve of the coat and cautiously slipped it under his rough beard, looking with timid expectancy into the cracked, splashed glass that hung over the bench. With a short laugh he threw it down on the bed, and pulling on his old black hat, he went out, striking off across the level.
It was a physical necessity for him to get away from his cabin once in a while. He had been there for ten years, digging and plowing and sowing, and reaping what little the hail and the hot winds and the frosts left him to reap. Insanity and suicide are very common things on the Divide. They come on like an epidemic in the hot wind season. Those scorching dusty winds that blow up over the bluffs from Kansas seem to dry up the blood in men's veins as they do the sap in the corn leaves. Whenever the yellow scorch creeps down over the tender inside leaves about the ear, then the coroners prepare for active duty; for the oil of the country is burned out and it does not take long for the flame to eat up the wick. It causes no great sensation there when a Dane is found swinging to his own windmill tower, and most of the Poles after they have become too careless and discouraged to shave themselves keep their razors to cut their throats with.
It may be that the next generation on the Divide will be very happy, but the present one came too late in life. It is useless for men that have cut hemlocks among the mountains of Sweden for forty years to try to be happy in a country as flat and gray and naked as the sea. It is not easy for men that have spent their youth fishing in the Northern seas to be content with following a plow, and men that have served in the Austrian army hate hard work and coarse clothing on the loneliness of the plains, and long for marches and excitement and tavern company and pretty barmaids. After a man has passed his fortieth birthday it is not easy for him to change the habits and conditions of his life. Most men bring with them to the Divide only the dregs of the lives that they have squandered in other lands and among other peoples.
Canute Canuteson was as mad as any of them, but his madness did not take the form of suicide or religion but of alcohol. He had always taken liquor when he wanted it, as all Norwegians do, but after his first year of solitary life he settled down to it steadily. He exhausted whisky after a while, and went to alcohol, because its effects were speedier and surer. He was a big man and with a terrible amount of resistant force, and it took a great deal of alcohol even to move him. After nine years of drinking, the quantities he could take would seem fabulous to an ordinary drinking man. He never let it interfere with his work, he generally drank at night and on Sundays. Every night, as soon as his chores were done, he began to drink. While he was able to sit up he would play on his mouth harp or hack away at his window sills with his jackknife. When the liquor went to his head he would lie down on his bed and stare out of the window until he went to sleep. He drank alone and in solitude not for pleasure or good cheer, but to forget the awful loneliness and level of the Divide. Milton made a sad blunder when he put mountains in hell. Mountains postulate faith and aspiration. All mountain peoples are religious. It was the cities of the plains that, because of their utter lack of spirituality and the mad caprice of their vice, were cursed of God.
Alcohol is perfectly consistent in its effects upon man. Drunkenness is merely an exaggeration. A foolish man drunk becomes maudlin; a bloody man, vicious; a coarse man, vulgar. Canute was none of these, but he was morose and gloomy, and liquor took him through all the hells of Dante. As he lay on his giant's bed all the horrors of this world and every other were laid bare to his chilled senses. He was a man who knew no joy, a man who toiled in silence and bitterness. The skull and the serpent were always before him, the symbols of eternal futileness and of eternal hate.
When the first Norwegians near enough to be called neighbors came, Canute rejoiced, and planned to escape from his bosom vice. But he was not a social man by nature and had not the power of drawing out the social side of other people. His new neighbors rather feared him because of his great strength and size, his silence and his lowering brows. Perhaps, too, they knew that he was mad, mad from the eternal treachery of the plains, which every spring stretch green and rustle with the promises of Eden, showing long grassy lagoons full of clear water and cattle whose hoofs are stained with wild roses. Before autumn the lagoons are dried up, and the ground is burnt dry and hard until it blisters and cracks open.
So instead of becoming a friend and neighbor to the men that settled about him, Canute became a mystery and a terror. They told awful stories of his size and strength and of the alcohol he drank.
They said that one night, when he went out to see to his horses just before he went to bed, his steps were unsteady and the rotten planks of the floor gave way and threw him behind the feet of a fiery young stallion. His foot was caught fast in the floor, and the nervous horse began kicking frantically. When Canute felt the blood trickling down into his eyes from a scalp wound in his head, he roused himself from his kingly indifference, and with the quiet stoical courage of a drunken man leaned forward and wound his arms about the horse's hind legs and held them against his breast with crushing embrace. All through the darkness and cold of the night he lay there, matching strength against strength. When little Jim Peterson went over the next morning at four o'clock to go with him to the Blue to cut wood, he found him so, and the horse was on its fore knees, trembling and whinnying with fear. This is the story the Norwegians tell of him, and if it is true it is no wonder that they feared and hated this Holder of the Heels of Horses.
One spring there moved to the next "eighty" a family that made a great change in Canute's life. Ole Yensen was too drunk most of the time to be afraid of any one, and his wife Mary was too garrulous to be afraid of any one who listened to her talk, and Lena, their pretty daughter, was not afraid of man nor devil. So it came about that Canute went over to take his alcohol with Ole oftener than he took it alone, After a while the report spread that he was going to marry Yensen's daughter, and the Norwegian girls began to tease Lena about the great bear she was going to keep house for. No one could quite see how the affair had come about, for Canute's tactics of courtship were somewhat peculiar. He apparently never spoke to her at all: he would sit for hours with Mary chattering on one side of him and Ole drinking on the other and watch Lena at her work. She teased him, and threw flour in his face and put vinegar in his coffee, but he took her rough jokes with silent wonder, never even smiling. He took her to church occasionally, but the most watchful and curious people never saw him speak to her. He would sit staring at her while she giggled and flirted with the other men.
Next spring Mary Lee went to town to work in a steam laundry. She came home every Sunday, and always ran across to Yensens to startle Lena with stories of ten cent theaters, firemen's dances, and all the other esthetic delights of metropolitan life. In a few weeks Lena's head was completely turned, and she gave her father no rest until he let her go to town to seek her fortune at the ironing board. From the time she came home on her first visit she began to treat Canute with contempt. She had bought a plush cloak and kid gloves, had her clothes made by the dress maker, and assumed airs and graces that made the other women of the neighborhood cordially detest her. She generally brought with her a young man from town who waxed his mustache and wore a red necktie, and she did not even introduce him to Canute.
The neighbors teased Canute a good deal until he knocked one of them down. He gave no sign of suffering from her neglect except that he drank more and avoided the other Norwegians more carefully than ever, He lay around in his den and no one knew what he felt or thought, but little Jim Peterson, who had seen him glowering at Lena in church one Sunday when she was there with the town man, said that he would not give an acre of his wheat for Lena's life or the town chap's either; and Jim's wheat was so wondrously worthless that the statement was an exceedingly strong one.
Canute had bought a new suit of clothes that looked as nearly like the town man I s as possible. They had cost him half a millet crop; for tailors are not accustomed to fitting giants and they charge for it. He had hung those clothes in his shanty two months ago and had never put them on, partly from fear of ridicule, partly from discouragement, and partly because there was something in his own soul that revolted at the littleness of the device.
Lena was at home just at this time. Work was slack in the laundry and Mary had not been well, so Lena stayed at home, glad enough to get an opportunity to torment Canute once more.
She was washing in the side kitchen, singing loudly as she worked. Mary was on her knees, blacking the stove and scolding violently about the young man who was coming out from town that night. The young man had committed the fatal error of laughing at Mary's ceaseless babble and had never been forgiven.
"He is no good, and you will come to a bad end by running with him! I do not see why a daughter of mine should act so. I do not see why the Lord should visit such a punishment upon me as to give me such a daughter. There are plenty of good men you can marry."
Lena tossed her head and answered curtly, "I don't happen to want to marry any man right away, and so long as Dick dresses nice and has plenty of money to spend, there is no harm in my going with him."
"Money to spend? Yes, and that is all he does with it I'll be bound. You think it very fine now, but you will change your tune when you have been married five years and see your children running naked and your cupboard empty. Did Anne Hermanson come to any good end by marrying a town man?"
"I don't know anything about Anne Hermanson, but I know any of the laundry girls would have Dick quick enough if they could get him."
"Yes, and a nice lot of store clothes huzzies you are too. Now there is Canuteson who has an 'eighty' proved up and fifty head of cattle and--"
"And hair that ain't been cut since he was a baby, and a big dirty beard, and he wears overalls on Sundays, and drinks like a pig. Besides he will keep. I can have all the fun I want, and when I am old and ugly like you he can have me and take care of me.
The Lord knows there ain't nobody else going to marry him."
Canute drew his hand back from the latch as though it were red hot. He was not the kind of man to make a good eavesdropper, and he wished he had knocked sooner. He pulled himself together and struck the door like a battering ram. Mary jumped and opened it with a screech.
"God! Canute, how you scared us! I thought it was crazy Lou-- he has been tearing around the neighborhood trying to convert folks. I am afraid as death of him. He ought to be sent off, I think. He is just as liable as not to kill us all, or burn the barn, or poison the dogs. He has been worrying even the poor minister to death, and he laid up with the rheumatism, too! Did you notice that he was too sick to preach last Sunday? But don't stand there in the cold, come in. Yensen isn't here, but he just went over to Sorenson's for the mail; he won't be gone long. Walk right in the other room and sit down."
Canute followed her, looking steadily in front of him and not noticing Lena as he passed her. But Lena's vanity would not allow him to pass unmolested. She took the wet sheet she was wringing out and cracked him across the face with it, and ran giggling to the other side of the room. The blow stung his cheeks and the soapy water flew in his eves, and he involuntarily began rubbing them with his hands. Lena giggled with delight at his discomfiture, and the wrath in Canute's face grew blacker than ever. A big man humiliated is vastly more undignified than a little one. He forgot the sting of his face in the bitter consciousness that he had made a fool of himself He stumbled blindly into the living room, knocking his head against the door jamb because he forgot to stoop. He dropped into a chair behind the stove, thrusting his big feet back helplessly on either side of him.
Ole was a long time in coming, and Canute sat there, still and silent, with his hands clenched on his knees, and the skin of his face seemed to have shriveled up into little wrinkles that trembled when he lowered his brows. His life had been one long lethargy of solitude and alcohol, but now he was awakening, and it was as when the dumb stagnant heat of summer breaks out into thunder.
When Ole came staggering in, heavy with liquor, Canute rose at once.
"Yensen," he said quietly, "I have come to see if you will let me marry your daughter today."
"Today!" gasped Ole.
"Yes, I will not wait until tomorrow. I am tired of living alone."
Ole braced his staggering knees against the bedstead, and stammered eloquently: "Do you think I will marry my daughter to a drunkard? a man who drinks raw alcohol? a man who sleeps with rattle snakes? Get out of my house or I will kick you out for your impudence." And Ole began looking anxiously for his feet.
Canute answered not a word, but he put on his hat and went out into the kitchen. He went up to Lena and said without looking at her, "Get your things on and come with me!"
The tones of his voice startled her, and she said angrily, dropping the soap, "Are you drunk?"
"If you do not come with me, I will take you--you had better come," said Canute quietly.
She lifted a sheet to strike him, but he caught her arm roughly and wrenched the sheet from her. He turned to the wall and took down a hood and shawl that hung there, and began wrapping her up. Lena scratched and fought like a wild thing. Ole stood in the door, cursing, and Mary howled and screeched at the top of her voice. As for Canute, he lifted the girl in his arms and went out of the house. She kicked and struggled, but the helpless wailing of Mary and Ole soon died away in the distance, and her face was held down tightly on Canute's shoulder so that she could not see whither he was taking her. She was conscious only of the north wind whistling in her ears, and of rapid steady motion and of a great breast that heaved beneath her in quick, irregular breaths. The harder she struggled the tighter those iron arms that had held the heels of horses crushed about her, until she felt as if they would crush the breath from her, and lay still with fear. Canute was striding across the level fields at a pace at which man never went before, drawing the stinging north winds into his lungs in great gulps. He walked with his eyes half closed and looking straight in front of him, only lowering them when he bent his head to blow away the snow flakes that settled on her hair. So it was that Canute took her to his home, even as his bearded barbarian ancestors took the fair frivolous women of the South in their hairy arms and bore them down to their war ships. For ever and anon the soul becomes weary of the conventions that are not of it, and with a single stroke shatters the civilized lies with which it is unable to cope, and the strong arm reaches out and takes by force what it cannot win by cunning.
When Canute reached his shanty he placed the girl upon a chair, where she sat sobbing. He stayed only a few minutes. He filled the stove with wood and lit the lamp, drank a huge swallow of alcohol and put the bottle in his pocket. He paused a moment, staring heavily at the weeping girl, then he went off and locked the door and disappeared in the gathering gloom of the night.
Wrapped in flannels and soaked with turpentine, the little Norwegian preacher sat reading his Bible, when he heard a thundering knock at his door, and Canute entered, covered with snow and his beard frozen fast to his coat.
"Come in, Canute, you must be frozen," said the little man, shoving a chair towards his visitor.
Canute remained standing with his hat on and said quietly, "I want you to come over to my house tonight to marry me to Lena Yensen."
"Have you got a license, Canute?"
"No, I don't want a license. I want to be married."
"But I can't marry you without a license, man. it would not be legal."
A dangerous light came in the big Norwegian's eye. "I want you to come over to my house to marry me to Lena Yensen."
"No, I can't, it would kill an ox to go out in a storm like this, and my rheumatism is bad tonight."
"Then if you will not go I must take you," said Canute with a sigh.
He took down the preacher's bearskin coat and bade him put it on while he hitched up his buggy. He went out and closed the door softly after him. Presently he returned and found the frightened minister crouching before the fire with his coat lying beside him. Canute helped him put it on and gently wrapped his head in his big muffler. Then he picked him up and carried him out and placed him in his buggy. As he tucked the buffalo robes around him be said: "Your horse is old, he might flounder or lose his way in this storm. I will lead him."
The minister took the reins feebly in his hands and sat shivering with the cold. Sometimes when there was a lull in the wind, he could see the horse struggling through the snow with the man plodding steadily beside him. Again the blowing snow would hide them from him altogether. He had no idea where they were or what direction they were going. He felt as though he were being whirled away in the heart of the storm, and he said all the prayers he knew. But at last the long four miles were over, and Canute set him down in the snow while he unlocked the door. He saw the bride sitting by the fire with her eyes red and swollen as though she had been weeping. Canute placed a huge chair for him, and said roughly,--
"Warm yourself."
Lena began to cry and moan afresh, begging the minister to take her home. He looked helplessly at Canute. Canute said simply,
"If you are warm now, you can marry us."
"My daughter, do you take this step of your own free will?" asked the minister in a trembling voice.
"No, sir, I don't, and it is disgraceful he should force me into it! I won't marry him."
"Then, Canute, I cannot marry you," said the minister, standing as straight as his rheumatic limbs would let him.
"Are you ready to marry us now, sir?" said Canute, laying one iron hand on his stooped shoulder. The little preacher was a good man, but like most men of weak body he was a coward and had a horror of physical suffering, although he had known so much of it. So with many qualms of conscience he began to repeat the marriage service. Lena sat sullenly in her chair, staring at the fire. Canute stood beside her, listening with his head bent reverently and his hands folded on his breast. When the little man had prayed and said amen, Canute began bundling him up again.
"I will take you home, now," he said as he carried him out and placed him in his buggy, and started off with him through the fury of the storm, floundering among the snow drifts that brought even the giant himself to his knees.
After she was left alone, Lena soon ceased weeping. She was not of a particularly sensitive temperament, and had little pride beyond that of vanity. After the first bitter anger wore itself out, she felt nothing more than a healthy sense of humiliation and defeat. She had no inclination to run away, for she was married now, and in her eyes that was final and all rebellion was useless. She knew nothing about a license, but she knew that a preacher married folks. She consoled herself by thinking that she had always intended to marry Canute someday, anyway.
She grew tired of crying and looking into the fire, so she got up and began to look about her. She had heard queer tales about the inside of Canute's shanty, and her curiosity soon got the better of her rage. One of the first things she noticed was the new black suit of clothes hanging on the wall. She was dull, but it did not take a vain woman long to interpret anything so decidedly flattering, and she was pleased in spite of herself. As she looked through the cupboard, the general air of neglect and discomfort made her pity the man who lived there.
"Poor fellow, no wonder he wants to get married to get somebody to wash up his dishes. Batchin's pretty hard on a man."
It is easy to pity when once one's vanity has been tickled. She looked at the windowsill and gave a little shudder and wondered if the man were crazy. Then she sat down again and sat a long time wondering what her Dick and Ole would do.
"It is queer Dick didn't come right over after me. He surely came, for he would have left town before the storm began and he might just as well come right on as go back. If he'd hurried he would have gotten here before the preacher came. I suppose he was afraid to come, for he knew Canuteson could pound him to jelly, the coward!" Her eyes flashed angrily.
The weary hours wore on and Lena began to grow horribly lonesome. It was an uncanny night and this was an uncanny place to be in. She could hear the coyotes howling hungrily a little way from the cabin, and more terrible still were all the unknown noises of the storm. She remembered the tales they told of the big log overhead and she was afraid of those snaky things on the windowsills. She remembered the man who had been killed in the draw, and she wondered what she would do if she saw crazy Lou's white face glaring into the window. The rattling of the door became unbearable, she thought the latch must be loose and took the lamp to look at it. Then for the first time she saw the ugly brown snake skins whose death rattle sounded every time the wind jarred the door.
"Canute, Canute!" she screamed in terror.
Outside the door she heard a heavy sound as of a big dog getting up and shaking himself. The door opened and Canute stood before her, white as a snow drift.
"What is it?" he asked kindly.
"I am cold," she faltered.
He went out and got an armful of wood and a basket of cobs and filled the stove. Then he went out and lay in the snow before the door. Presently he heard her calling again.
"What is it?" he said, sitting up.
"I'm so lonesome, I'm afraid to stay in here all alone."
"I will go over and get your mother." And he got up.
"She won't come."
"I'll bring her," said Canute grimly.
"No, no. I don't want her, she will scold all the time."
"Well, I will bring your father."
She spoke again and it seemed as though her mouth was close up to the key-hole. She spoke lower than he had ever heard her speak before, so low that he had to put his ear up to the lock to hear her.
"I don't want him either, Canute,--I'd rather have you."
For a moment she heard no noise at all, then something like a groan. With a cry of fear she opened the door, and saw Canute stretched in the snow at her feet, his face in his hands, sobbing on the doorstep.
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Karmin是由女主唱Amy Heidemann和主要负责乐器的Nick Noonan组成的二人乐队。Nick的摇滚和爵士加上Amy的流行R&B和rap是乐队的主要风格。二人最初是在Berklee音乐学院相识,经过几番波折2010年成军于美国麻萨诸塞州布鲁克莱恩,两人也成为了情侣,现已订婚。同年乐队登上Ellen Show的表演使其曝光率剧增。2011年4月上传翻唱Chris Brown的单曲"Look At Me Now"的视频已经走红,超强的唱功及说唱功力让Karmin在网路上人气飙升,促使该组合仅在一个月后与重量级的Epic Records签下100万美元的合约。
Karmin - Along The Road Lyrics
Experts at eighteen,
With warm beer and caffeine
We spoke all night and hang out due to first light would come
We knew it was over, the morning came sober
We said goodbye and then we smiled trough a lie, just thinkin'
All the words we never said
All the crazy things we did
Keep on playin' in my head
And although this is the end,
Broken hearts are meant to mend
And I know we'll meet again
Days turn to weeks, yeah
We've all cut our tea, so
We're keeping touch although we don't talk much
I knew we'll find out some new friends
Life changes, it happens
But we're still crazy for those good old days we had,
Just singing
All the words we never said
All the crazy things we did
Keep on playin' in my head (Ooh, yeah)
And although this is the end,
Broken hearts are meant to mend
And I know we'll meet again
Along the road
Oh oh oh ooh
Oh oh oh ooh
Oh oh oh ooh
Along the road
Some will lose their way,
Vanish in the ha-aaaaze
But as the sun goes down,
I sometimes think about
Yeah yeah!
All the words we never said
All the crazy things we did
Keep on playin' in my head
And although this is the end,
Broken hearts are meant to mend
And I know we'll meet again
Along the road
All the words we never said
All the crazy things we did
Keep on playin' in my head
(I know, yeah)
And although this is the end,
Broken hearts are meant to mend
And I know we'll meet again
Along the road
Oh oh oh ooh
Oh oh oh ooh
Oh oh oh ooh
Along the road
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詹妮弗·洛佩兹(Jennifer Lopez),1969年7月24日出生于美国纽约市,歌手、演员、电视制作人、流行设计师与舞者。[1] 1986年,詹妮弗·洛佩兹在《我的小女孩》中饰演小角色出道,1990年詹妮弗·洛佩兹凭借电视剧《生动的颜色》成名。[2] 1997年詹妮弗·洛佩兹以《瑟琳娜》的逼真演绎提名1998年的金球奖。2003年詹妮弗·洛佩兹凭借《鸳鸯绑匪》成为该年的金酸莓奖的得主。2005年詹妮弗·洛佩兹以音乐专辑《新生》获得“白金唱片”的称号。2007年詹妮弗·洛佩兹凭借《剩女也疯狂》再次斩获金球奖。[3] 2014年詹妮弗·洛佩兹出席巴西世界杯开幕式并演唱了主题曲《我们是一家》。
Jennifer Lopez Feel The Light Lyrics
Here I go
Here I go
Feel better now
Feel better now
Here I go
Here I go
It's better now
Feel better now
Do you remember when we fell under
Did you expect me to reason with thunder
I still remember when time was frozen
What seemed forever was just a moment
Hurry up, hurry up
There's no more waiting
We're still worth saving
Feel the light
Shining in the dark of night
Remember what we forgot
I know it's a long shot
But we're bringing it all back
We're bringing it all back
Feel the light
Shining like the stars tonight
Remember what we forgot
I know it's a long shot
But we're bringing it all back
We're bringing it all back
Here I go
Here I go
Feel better now
Feel better now
Here I go
Here I go
it's better now , Feel better now !
I Sill Remember when things were Broken
But put together , the cracks were closing
Hurry up, hurry up
There's no more waiting
We're still worth saving
Feel the light
Shining in the dark of night
Remember what we forgot
I know it's a long shot
But we're bringing it all back
We're bringing it all back
Feel the light
Shining like the stars tonight
Remember what we forgot
I know it's a long shot
But we're bringing it all back
We're bringing it all back
You and I can have it all Tonight
So let's bring it back to Life
Now we have another Chance To Fly
Another Chance to Make You Right !
Feel the light
Shining in the dark of night
Remember what we forgot
I know it's a long shot
Feel the light
Shining like the stars tonight
Remember what we forgot
I know it's a long shot
But we're bringing it all back
We're bringing it all back
Here we go !
Here we go !
Feel better now , Feel better now
Here we go !
Here we go !
it's better now , Feel Better Now
Jennifer Lopez - Feel The Light Lyrics
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歌手介绍:passion pit乐队,由五个学究男误打误撞组成的一支乐队。Michael angelakos,Ian Hultquisy,Anad ladhamy,Jeff Apruzzese,Nate Donmoyer,从照片上就可以看出这五人不是靠姿色出来混的。身材有点走样,头发有点凌乱,镜片有点厚实,多亏了他们的音乐跟他们的笑容一样,“略带神经质的快乐至上”,成为一支乐观主义的“摇滚”乐队。
Passion Pit - Where The Sky Hangs Lyrics
It goes up, it goes down
It goes any way the wind would like to throw it around
I was lost, now I'm found
I put my hands in the air and my knees to the ground, yeah
The pieces of the all that I could only hold, yeah
I could never say what you want me to say
I've got somebody else just to keep me on my toes again
I can barely stand when you're coming too close
I get caught up in your heartstrings
Way up, where all of the sky hangs
I'll take all that I can get
Just don't make me go
Was it here? Was it there?
Was it swirling around us in the atmosphere?
Is it us? Is it them?
It's the ones plucking the petals 'til we're left with the stem
The people push it forward, my body can't afford it
I step up and take it, but I fall to the side
I've got somebody else just to keep me on my toes again
I can barely stand when you're coming too close
I get caught up in your heartstrings
Way up, where all of the sky hangs
I'll take all that I can get
Just don't make me go
I get caught up in your heartstrings
Way up, where all of the sky hangs
I'll take all that I can get
Just don't make me go
Don't make me go, go
Don't make me go, go
Don't make me go, go
Don't make me go, go
What's it cost? What's it cost?
What's it cost? It ain't that costly
And I got lost, yeah I got lost
So what's it costing me to get right back to you?
I get caught up in your heartstrings
Way up, where all of the sky hangs
I'll take all that I can get
Just don't make me go
I get caught up in your heartstrings
Way up, where all of the sky hangs
I'll take all that I can get
Just don't make me go
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歌手介绍:詹妮弗·洛佩兹(Jennifer Lopez),1969年7月24日出生于美国纽约市,歌手、演员、电视制作人、流行设计师与舞者。
Jennifer Lopez Ft. Pitbull – On The Floor
Lyrics:
[Pitbull]
Hey oh ay oh ay
Let's take the whole world on a ride
J-LO! ya tu sabe no es mas nada
Hey oh ay oh ay
Let's take the whole world on a ride
Mr. worldwide
Dale get on the floor
Dale get on the floor
Dale get on the floor
Dale get on the floor
Dale get on the floor
Dale I want the whole world to
Get on the floor
Dale get on the floor
Dale get on the floor
Dale get on the floor
Darling I want the whole world to
Get on the floor
I'm loose
And everybody knows I get off the train
Baby it's the truth
I'm like inception I play with your brain
So I don't sleep I snooze
I don't play no games so don't get it confused no
Cuz you will lose yeah
Now pump it up
And back it up like a Tonka truck
That badonka donk is like a trunk full of bass on an old school Chevy 7 trail donka truck
All I need is some vodka and some chunka coke
And watch a chick get donkey konged
Baby if you're ready for things to get heavy
I get on the floor and act a fool if you let me dale
Don't believe me just vet me
My name ain't Keath but I see why you Sweat me
L.A. Miami New York
Say no more get on the floor
[Jennifer Lopez]
Dance the night away
Live your life and stay out on the floor
Dance the night away
Grab somebody drink a little more
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la
Tonight we gon' be it on the floor
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la
Tonight we gon' be it on the floor
I know you gotta clap your hands on the floor
And keep on rocking work it up on the floor
If you're a criminal kill it on the floor
Steal it quick on the floor
On the floor
Don't stop keep it moving put your drinks up
It's getting ill it's getting sick on the floor
We never quit we never rest on the floor
If I ain't rolling I may die on the floor
Brazil, Morocco, London to Ibiza
Straight to L.A. New York
Vegas to Africa
Dance the night away
Live your life and stay out on the floor
Dance the night away
Grab somebody drink a little more
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la
Tonight we gon' be it on the floor
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la
Tonight we gon' be it on the floor
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la
Tonight we gon' be it on the floor
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la
Tonight we gon' be it on the floor
Freak it off kick it up
Raise the roof wreck the dancehall
Rip these walls light it up
Make some noise ohhh
Dance the night away
Live your life and stay out on the floor
Dance the night away
Grab somebody drink a little more
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la
Tonight we gon' be it on the floor
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la
Tonight we gon' be it on the floor
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la
Tonight we gon' be it on the floor
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la
Tonight we gon' be it on the floor
Tonight we gon' be it on the floor
Tonight we gon' be it on the floor
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歌手介绍:布鲁诺·马尔斯(Bruno Mars),1985年10月8日出生于美国夏威夷檀香山,美国创作型男歌手。
Bruno Mars - The Lazy Song
Lyrics:
Today I don't feel like doing anything
I just wanna lay in my bed
Don't feel like picking up my phone, so leave a message at the tone
'Cause today I swear I'm not doing anything
I'm gonna kick my feet up then stare at the fan
Turn the TV on, throw my hand in my pants
Nobody's gon' tell me I can't
I'll be lounging on the couch just chilling in my Snuggie
Click to MTV so they can teach me how to dougie
'Cause in my castle I'm the freaking man
Oh yes, I said it, I said it
I said it 'cause I can
Today I don't feel like doing anything
I just wanna lay in my bed
Don't feel like picking up my phone, so leave a message at the tone
'Cause today I swear I'm not doing anything
Nothing at all, nothing at all
Tomorrow I'll wake up, do some P90X
Find a really nice girl, have some really nice sex
And she's gonna scream out
This is great
(Oh my god, this is great)
Yeah, I might mess around
And get my college degree
I bet my old man will be so proud of me
But sorry pops, you'll just have to wait
Oh yes, I said it, I said it
I said it 'cause I can
Today I don't feel like doing anything
I just wanna lay in my bed
Don't feel like picking up my phone, so leave a message at the tone
'Cause today I swear I'm not doing anything
No, I ain't gonna comb my hair
'Cause I ain't going anywhere
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
I'll just strut in my birthday suit
And let everything hang loose
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, today I don't feel like doing anything
I just wanna lay in my bed
Don't feel like picking up my phone, so leave a message at the tone
'Cause today I swear I'm not doing anything
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
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My friend Gayle has been "living" with cancer for fouryears and it is proGREssively getting worse. During aconversation with another friend, Gayle expressedthat one of her childhood wishes was to have a redRadio Flyer wagon. As a child she never receivedone because she believed that if you told yourbirthday wish it wouldn''t come true. I was at an icecream stand one day and in the window was aminiature red Radio Flyer wagon that could be wonin a weekly drawing. Every time you make apurchase you could fill out a ticket for a chance towin. After several weeks and many ice cream cones, I didn''t win. I got up the courage to askthe person in charge if I could buy one. I went to the window and as I began to tell my story, Icould feel my throat tighten and my eyes overflowed with tears. Somehow I managed to explainmy reason for wanting to purchase the wagon, and after writing a check, I left carrying it.The wagon was delivered the next day, and for Gayle it was dream come true. The followingday I received a letter that read:
Dear Bonnie,
Every once in a while there is an opportunity to pass on a kindness – no questions asked. Ilost my parents to cancer six months apart from each other. I cared for both of them but couldnot have done it without the love and generosity of friends – friends who care.
the best to you,
Norma
It was from the owner of the ice cream stand. Enclosed was my uncashed check.
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以下是小编整理的情感类英语美文欣赏:Why does the Moon seem to follow us, 希望使你的心灵有所触动。
Why does the Moon seem to follow us when wedrive? asks a 4th-grade class in Lancaster, OH.
Feel like you're being followed? While it seems likethe Moon is always just over your shoulder on amoonlit night, the Sun is also shadowing you as youdrive on a sunny afternoon. And then there arethose distant mountains to worry about…
According to astronomers, the reason why the Moon and the Sun seem to be following usis because they are so far away. The Moon, for example, is about 240,000 miles away; the Sunabout 93 million miles. And no matter how fast we drive, we just can't pass them.
When you drive by a stand of trees or a series of telephone poles near the road, you passthem very quickly. So you see roadside objects first ahead of you, then next to you, and finallybehind you, receding into the rear-view mirror.
But when you drive (or stroll) by the Moon, it's a different story. Because the Moon is sofar away, the angle you view it from will change very little as you move along. So mile after mile,the Moon will remain in roughly the same spot of sky. And just as you can't “pass” the Moon,neither can you shake the presence of the Sun, planets, or stars. Even very distant mountainranges appear nearly stationary as we drive by. And far-away farms and city skylines seem tomove by very slowly.
Since we can't pass the Moon, we can't pass its reflection, either. When you walk along thebeach at night, the river of moonlight reflected off the water moves right along with you. Try towade out into the moonlight, and you'll find it remains tantalizingly out of reach, just as ashimmering patch-of-water mirage retreats down the road as you drive toward it.
When you stand on the beach, moonlight bounces off the water and into your eyes at anearly fixed angle. As long as the Moon is in the same spot of sky and the water level doesn'trise or fall much, the angle of reflection will remain roughly the same. So if you can see theentire ribbon of moonlight, your eyes are at just the right height to intercept the rays of lightbouncing off the water from the horizon to the beach.
Once you wade out into the water, however, you've also moved your eyes. The moonlightbouncing from the water at your feet doesn't strike your eyes; instead, it shoots right pastyou at a lower height. So the water at your feet looks dark.
Friends on the beach behind you, however, will see you standing right in the moonlightroad, and could even snap a picture of it. So to bathe in moonlight, simply sit down in thewater, where your eyes can catch the silvery light at the right angle.
Meanwhile, just as every car on the road thinks the Moon is following them, so every walker on the beach sees their own ribbon of moonlight, stretching towards the horizon.
By Kathy Wollard
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以下是小编整理的情感类英语美文欣赏:The Five Boons of Life, 希望使你的心灵有所触动。
In the morning of life came a good fairy with herbasket,and said:"Here are gifts. Take one, leave theothers,And be wary,choose wisely!For only one ofthem is valuable."
The gifts were five :Fame, Love,Riches,Pleasure,Death.The youth,said,eagerly:"Thereis no need to consider";and he chose Pleasure.
He went out into the world and sought out thepleasures that youth delights in . But each in its turnwas short-liyed and disappointing,vain and empty;and each,departing,mocked him .In the endhe said:"These years i have wasted.If i could but choose again, I would choose wisely."
在生命之初,一位仙女带着篮子走来,对一位年轻人说道:"这里有几份礼物,你可以从中选一份,留下其它的.你要小心,做一个明智的选择;啊,你要明智地进行选择!因为这里面只有一份礼物是珍贵的."
一共有五份礼物:名声,爱情,财富,快乐,还有死亡.年轻人迫不及待地说:"没有必要多想."他选了快乐.
此后他就开始步入世界,追逐年轻人所喜爱的快乐.然而每一种快乐都是如此短暂,令人感到空虚和失望.每当一种快乐弃他而去时,还要把他嘲弄一番.最后,年轻人感叹道"这些年我都浪费了.如果我可以再选一次,我一定会做一个明智的选择."
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The fairy appeared,and said:"Four of the gifts remain.choose once more:and oh,remember--time is flying,and only one of them is precious."
The man considered long,then chose Love;and did not mark the tears that rose in the fairy'seyes.
After many,many years the man sat by a coffin,in an empty home.And he communed withhimself,saying:"One by one they have gone away and leftme;and now she lies here,the dearestand the last.Desolation after desolation has swept over me;but each hour of happiness thetreacherous trader,Love,sold me i have paid a thousand hours ofo grief!Out of my heart ofhearts i curse him!"
这时仙女又出现了,她说:"这里还有四份礼物.再选一次吧.噢,记住时间飞逝,而其中只有一件是珍贵的."
他思考了很久,最终选择了爱情;他没有注意到仙女眼里泛起的泪光.许多许多年之后,这个人坐在一口棺材旁边,屋子里空荡荡的.他自言自语道:"他们一个一个地走了,只剩下我.现在,她就躺在这儿,我最亲爱的人儿,我最后的亲人.孤独一次又一次把我包围.都是因为爱情这个阴狡诈的商人,他出售给我的每个甜蜜的小时,我现在都要用数千个小时的悲伤来偿还!我从心底里诅咒他!"
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"Choose again."It was the fairy speaking."The years have you wisdow-surely it must beso.There gifts remain.Only one of them has anyworth-remember it ,and choose warily."
The man reflected long,then chose Fame;and the fairy,sighing,went her way.
Years went by and she came again,and stood behind the man where he sat solitary in thefading day,thinking.And she knew his thought:"My name filled the world,and its praiss were onevery tongue,and it seemed well with me for a littlewhile.How little a while it was!Then cameenvy;then detraction;then hate;then persecution.Then derision,which is the begining of theend.And last of all came pity,which is the funeral of fame.Oh ,the bitterness and misery ofrenown!"
"你在选一次吧."仙女又一次说话了.
"这些年已经教予你智慧--也理当如此.这里还有三份礼物,其中只有一份是有价值的--切记,你好好挑吧."
他想了很久,然而选择了名声.仙女叹了口气,径自离开了.岁月流转,仙女又回来了,站到他的身旁.已迈入迟暮之年的他孑然一身,心情重重.他在想些什么,她都了然于心.
"我的名字传遍世界,每个人都争相赞颂,有一阵子好像让我心满足.可那是多么短暂的一阵子啊!随之而来的是妒忌;然后是诋毁;然后是憎恶;然后是迫害.之后是嘲讽,从些一切开始步入完结.最后便是怜悯,这也是我的名声的葬礼.啊,名声原来是这般苦涩和痛苦!"
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"Choose yet again."It was the fairy's voice. "Two gifts remain.And do not despair .In thebegining there was but one that was precious,and it is still here.
"Wealth-which is power!How blind i was!"said the man."Now,at last,life will be worth the living.Iwill spend.squander.These mockers and despisers will crawl in the dirt before me,and i will feedmy hungry heart with their envy,I will have all luxuries,all joys,all enchant-times of the spirit Iwill buy,buy,buy!I have lost much time,and chosen badly heretofore,but let that pass;I wasignorant then,and could but take for best what seemed so."
Three short years went by,and a day came when the man sat shivering in a mean garret;and hewas gaunt and wan and hollow-eyed,and clothed in rags;and he was gnawing a dry crust andmumbling:"Curse all the world's gifts for mockeries and gilded lies!And miscalled,every one,Theyare not gifts,but merely lendings.Pleasure.Love,Fame.Riches:they are but temporary disguisesfor lasting realities-Pain,Grief,Shame,Poverty.The fairy said true;in all her store there was butone gift which was precious,only one that was not valueless,How poor and cheap and mean iknow those others now to be,Bring it!I am weary.I would rest."
"不过你还可以重新现挑一次."仙女的声音再度响起.
"还剩下两份礼物.不要灰心丧气,从一开始就只有一份是宝贵的,而现在它还在那里啊."
"财富--财富就是力量!我过去多盲目啊!"他说."现在,终于,我的生命将要变得有意义.我要纵情欢度此生,我要挥霍我的人生.那些对我冷嘲热讽,轻蔑诋毁我的人将要在我面前的泥土里挣扎,而我空乏的心也将因为他们的妒忌而得到满足.我将要享尽荣华富贵,所有欢乐和所有销魂的时光.我要买,买!以前我做错了选择,失去了许多时间,就让它过去吧;当时我很无知,我只能选我觉得最好的东西.
短短的三年又过去了.到了这么一天,这个人蜷缩在一个简陋的小阁楼里,古瘦如柴,苍白无力,双眼深陷,身上裹着碎布衣衫,浑身颤抖不停.他一边啃着一块干面包皮,一边咕哝着:"该死的礼物,都是为了让我受人嘲笑和欺诈!每一样都叫错了!它们都不是礼物,根本只是租借品!快乐,爱情,名声还有财富-都只不过是长久现实的暂时伪装-它们其实是永远的痛苦,悲哀,耻辱和贫穷!那个仙女说的没错啊,她所有的东西里只有一样是珍贵的,只有那么一样不是毫无价值的.我现在才明白,其它礼物是多么低贱与卑劣!把它带来吧-那真正宝贵的礼物!我累了,我想休息了.
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The fairy came,bringing again four of the gifts,but Death was wanting.She said:"I gave it to amother's pet, a little child.It was ignorant,but trusted me,asking me to choose for it.You didnot ask me to choose."
"Oh,miserable me!What is left for me ?"
"What not even you have deserved:the wantoninsult of Old Age."
仙女出现了,带着以前的那四件礼物,但惟独没有最后那一件-死亡.她说道:"我把它给了一位母亲的宠儿子:一个小孩子.他什么也不懂,但他相信我,让我来帮他挑选.而你并没有这么做."
"啊,我多可悲啊!那还剩下什么给我呢?"
"一件你也不配得到的东西:接受年老体衰的折磨.
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《father and son》,这首英文歌词,光是看到它的中英文对照的歌词就足够让人感动。以下是读文网小编给大家带来father and son中英文歌词,以供参阅。
Yusuf Islam尤素福·伊斯拉姆(1948年7月21日— ;原名:Steven Demetre Georgiou 斯蒂文·德米特·乔治乌;艺名:Cat Stevens凯特·斯蒂文斯)是二十世纪七十年代英国民谣摇滚的代表人物,1965年被制作人Mike Hurst发现后,以Cat Stevens为艺名,开始其创作生涯,1967年3月发行个人首张唱片《Matthew and Son》,1968年因感染肺结核暂别歌坛,1970年以《Mona Bone Jakon》复出,此后推出民谣摇滚史上经典之作《Tea for the Tillerman》(1970年)、《Teaser and the Firecat》(1971年),七十年代发行七张Top 10专辑,1977年底皈依伊斯兰教,次年改名为Yusuf Islam,1979年底退出歌坛。2006年在告别歌坛近三十年后发行其首张流行音乐专辑《An Other Cup》,最新专辑《Tell 'Em I'm Gone》于2014年10月27日在索尼旗下的Legacy厂牌发行。
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