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《简·爱》是一部家喻户晓的小说，夏洛蒂·勃朗特女士一次与妹妹们的争论是它诞生的导火索。下面是我带来的简爱的经典英文段落赏析，欢迎阅读!
But the answer my mind gave -- Leave Thornfield at once -- was so prompt, so dread, that I stopped my ears. I said I could not bear such words now. That I am not Edward Rochester's bride is the least part of my woe, I alleged: that I have wakened out of most glorious dreams, and found them all void and vain, is a horror I could bear and master; but that I must leave him decidedly, instantly, entirely, is intolerable. I cannot do it.
我心灵的回答一一“立即离开桑菲尔德”——是那么及时，又那么可怕，我立即捂住了耳朵。我说，这些话我现在可受不了。“我不当爱德华.罗切斯特先生的新娘，是我痛苦中最小的一部份，”我断言，“我从一场美梦中醒来，发现全是竹篮打水一场空，这种恐惧我既能忍受，也能克服。不过要我义无反顾地马上离他而去却让我受不了，我不能这么做。”
But, then, a voice within me averred that I could do it and foretold that I should do it. I wrestled with my own resolution: I wanted to be weak that I might avoid the awful passage of further suffering I saw laid out for me; and Conscience, turned tyrant, held Passion by the throat, told her tauntingly, she had yet but dipped her dainty foot in the slough, and swore that with that arm of iron he would thrust her down to unsounded depths of agony.
但是，我内心的另一个声音却认为我能这样做，而且预言我应当这么做。我斟酌着这个决定，希望自己软弱些，以躲避已经为我铺下的可怕的痛苦道路。而良心己变成暴君，抓住激情的喉咙，嘲弄地告诉她，她那美丽的脚已经陷入了泥沼，还发誓要用铁臂把她推入深不可测的痛苦深渊。
Let me be torn away, then I cried. Let another help me!
“那么把我拉走吧!”我嚷道，“让别人来帮助我!”
No; you shall tear yourself away, none shall help you: you shall yourself pluck out your right eye; yourself cut off your right hand: your heart shall be the victim, and you the priest to transfix it.
“不，你得自己挣脱，没有人帮助你。你自己得剜出你的右眼;砍下你的右手，把你的心作为祭品而且要由你这位祭司把它刺穿。
I rose up suddenly, terror-struck at the solitude which so ruthless a judge haunted, -- at the silence which so awful a voice filled. My head swam as I stood erect. I perceived that I was sickening from excitement and inanition; neither meat nor drink had passed my lips that day, for I had taken no breakfast. And, with a strange pang, I now reflected that, long as I had been shut up here, no message had been sent to ask how I was, or to invite me to come down: not even little Adele had tapped at the door; not even Mrs. Fairfax had sought me. Friends always forget those whom fortune forsakes, I murmured, as I undrew the bolt and passed out. I stumbled over an obstacle: my head was still dizzy, my sight was dim, and my limbs were feeble. I could not soon recover myself. I fell, but not on to the ground: an outstretched arm caught me. I looked up -- I was supported by Mr. Rochester, who sat in a chair across my chamber threshold.
我蓦地站了起来，被如此无情的法官所铸就的孤独，被充斥着如此可怕声音的寂静吓坏了。我站直时只觉得脑袋发晕。我明白自己由于激动和缺乏营养而感到不舒服。那天我没有吃早饭，肉和饮料都没有进过嘴。带着一种莫名的痛苦，我忽然回想起来，尽管我已在这里关了很久，但没有人带口信来问问我怎么样了，或者邀请我下楼去，甚至连阿黛勒也没有来敲我的门，费尔法克斯太太也没有来找我。“朋友们总是忘记那些被命运所抛弃的人，”我咕哝着，一面拉开门闩，走了出去。我在一个什么东西上绊了一下。因为我依然头脑发晕，视觉模糊，四肢无力，所以无法立刻控制住自己。我跌倒了，但没有倒在地上，一只伸出的手抓住了我。我抬起头来。——罗切斯特先生扶着我，他坐在我房门口的一把椅子上。
You come out at last, he said. Well, I have been waiting for you long, and listening: yet not one movement have I heard, nor one sob: five minutes more of that death-like hush, and I should have forced the lock like a burglar. So you shun me? -- you shut yourself up and grieve alone! I would rather you had come and upbraided me with vehemence. You are passionate. I expected a scene of some kind. I was prepared for the hot rain of tears; only I wanted them to be shed on my breast: now a senseless floor has received them, or your drenched handkerchief. But I err: you have not wept at all! I see a white cheek and a faded eye, but no trace of tears. I suppose, then, your heart has been weeping blood?
“你终于出来了，”他说，“是呀，我已经等了你很久了，而且细听着，但既没有听到一点动静，也没有听到一声哭泣，再过五分钟那么死一般的沉寂，我可要像盗贼那样破门而入了。看来，你避开我?——你把自己关起来，独自伤心?我倒情愿你厉声责备我。你易动感情，因此我估计会大闹一常我准备你热泪如雨，只不过希望它落在我胸膛上，而现在，没有知觉的地板，或是你湿透了的手帕，接受了你的眼泪。可是我错了，你根本没有哭!我看到了白白的脸颊，暗淡的眼睛，却没有泪痕。那么我猜想，你的心一定哭泣着在流血?
Well, Jane! not a word of reproach? Nothing bitter -- nothing poignant? Nothing to cut a feeling or sting a passion? You sit quietly where I have placed you, and regard me with a weary, passive look.
“听着，简，没有一句责备的话吗?没有尖刻、辛辣的言词?没有挫伤感情或者打击热情的字眼?你静静地坐在我让你坐的地方，无精打采地看着我。
Jane, I never meant to wound you thus. If the man who had but one little ewe lamb that was dear to him as a daughter, that ate of his bread and drank of his cup, and lay in his bosom, had by some mistake slaughtered it at the shambles, he would not have rued his bloody blunder more than I now rue mine. Will you ever forgive me?
“简，我决不想这么伤害你，要是某人有一头亲如女儿的母羊，吃他的面包，饮用他的杯子，躺在他怀抱里，而由于某种疏忽，在屠场里宰了它，他对血的错误的悔恨决不会超过我现在的悔恨，你能宽恕我吗?”
Reader, I forgave him at the moment and on the spot. There was such deep remorse in his eye, such true pity in his tone, such manly energy in his manner; and besides, there was such unchanged love in his whole look and mien -- I forgave him all: yet not in words, not outwardly; only at my heart's core.
读者!——我当时当地就宽恕了他。他的目光隐含着那么深沉的忏悔;语调里透出这样真实的憾意，举止中富有如此男子气的活力。此外，他的整个神态和风度中流露出那么矢志不移的爱情—一我全都宽恕了他，不过没有诉诸语言，没有表露出来，而只是掩藏在心底里。
You know I am a scoundrel, Jane? ere long he inquired wistfully -- wondering, I suppose, at my continued silence and tameness, the result rather of weakness than of will.
“你知道我是个恶棍吗，简?”不久他若有所思地问——我想是对我继续缄默令神而感到纳闷，我那种心情是软弱而不是意志力的表现。
Yes, sir.
“是的，先生。”
Then tell me so roundly and sharply -- don't spare me.
“那就直截了当毫不留情地告诉我吧——别姑息我，”“我不能，我既疲倦又不舒服。我想喝点儿水。”
I cannot: I am tired and sick. I want some water. He heaved a sort of shuddering sigh, and taking me in his arms, carried me downstairs. At first I did not know to what room he had borne me; all was cloudy to my glazed sight: presently I felt the reviving warmth of a fire; for, summer as it was, I had become icy cold in my chamber. He put wine to my lips; I tasted it and revived; then I ate something he offered me, and was soon myself. I was in the library -- sitting in his chair -- he was quite near. If I could go out of life now, without too sharp a pang, it would be well for me, I thought; then I should not have to make the effort of cracking my heart-strings in rending them from among Mr. Rochester's. I must leave him, it appears. I do not want to leave him -- I cannot leave him.
他颤抖着叹了口气，把我抱在怀里下楼去了。起初我不知道他要把我抱到哪个房间去，在我呆滞的目光中一切都朦朦胧胧。很快我觉得一团温暖的火又回到了我身上，因为虽然时令正是夏天，我在自己的房间里早已浑身冰凉。他把酒送到我嘴里，我尝了一尝，缓过了神来。随后我吃了些他拿来的东西，于是很快便恢复过来了。我在图书室里——坐在他的椅子上一—他就在我旁边。“要是我现在就毫无痛苦地结束生命，那倒是再好没有了。”我想，“那样我就不必狠心绷断自己的心弦，以中止同罗切斯特先生心灵上的联系。后来我得离开他。我不想离开他——我不能离开他。”
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1、大门开了，走进来一位年轻的邮递员。只见他全身衣服湿透了，裤腿卷得高高的，从膝盖到脚全沾满了泥水，好像刚从泥地里爬起来似的。他手里捧着一包用油布包着落邮件，顾不上抹脸上的雨水，对屋里人说：“《儿童时代》来啦！”2、姐姐身材苗条，长得很健壮，比我整整高了一个头。她的脖子略长些，惹我生气时，我就会喊她“长劲鹿”。她剪着挺有精神的运动头，看起你来，两眼忽闪忽闪的，好像会说话。3、这个青年看上去不到二十岁，两条弯弯的眉毛下有一双机灵的眼睛，一看就知道是个能干的人。在一只挺标致的鼻子下面，却是一张大嘴，生得两片厚厚的嘴唇。人们常说：“厚嘴唇的人笨嘴拙舌。”可是他却能说会道，是个健谈的人。4、哥哥的眼睛高度近视，处处离不开眼镜，就像个“睁眼瞎子”一样，只要把他的眼镜摘下来，在我面前他就像绵羊一样服服帖帖。一天下午，哥哥要洗头了。他吩咐我给他拿肥皂换水。我得意地想：哼！我先给你跑跑腿，然后再治你。一会儿，哥哥伸长了脖子，把肥皂沫打得满头满脸都是。我一看时机到了，就悄悄地把哥哥的盆拿走了。哥哥搓完后去洗头，一捧水，捧了个空。他忙去找，可刚一睁眼，肥皂沫就杀得他直流眼泪。他像盲人摸路一样，东摸摸，西摸摸，好容易才摸起了毛巾，把眼一擦，可眼睛还是模糊的，就去找他的眼镜。5、等她走近，我才有机会仔细地打量了她一番：只见她齐耳的短发，一双眼睛大大的，嘴角还带着笑。上身穿一件红色衣服，别着“苏州十中”的校微。她温和地对我说：“小妹妹，坐我的车吧！”说着，她把自行车推了过来。6、二哥是卖海产品的，他一年四季风里来雨里去，起早贪黑，非常辛苦。他个子不高，长相也不怎么太好，有时让人看了不像好人，但他卖的货下得快，周围的商贩都佩服他。7、车厢里，一位高挑个儿的姑娘，依窗眺望。她结实，健美。微微卷曲的黑发拢在脑后，扎成两绺，轻巧地垂挂着。深红色的运动衫领子，悄悄地露出深蓝色的外套。可以感觉到，这个姑娘的身上充满着青春的活力和蓬勃的朝气。8、我的叔叔二十来岁，是个码头工人，长方脸，脸色黑里透红，个儿挺高，长得很结实，叫人一看就知道是个身强力壮的小伙子。9、在老妈妈的左边有一位秀丽端庄的姑娘，斜倚在椅子上。她一头美丽的金发，一条大辫子一直拖到背部。一身黑裙更衬托了她白净柔美的脸庞。她低着头朝前面望着什么，眼神中流露出悲愤和关怀。手中的绷带已经卷好，却忘记丢入筐中。10、这是个二十岁出头的姑娘，圆脸蛋润润的，眉很赤，细长的双眼闪动着爽直的、热乎乎的目光；老是未言先笑，语言也带着笑，像唱歌似的。她走路时把身子的重心放在足尖上，总像要蹦跳、要飞。一眼就可以看出，她是个纯真而欢乐的女孩子，奇怪的是她那过分素净的打扮，与她的性格很不相称，也和那些爱漂亮的缫丝姑娘迥然不同：蓝布棉袄，黑粗呢短大衣，草绿色长裤，脖子上的纱巾是白的，扎小辫的头绳是根黑毛线。11、我哥哥刚满二十岁，五大三粗的身材，劲鼓鼓的。头发又黑又硬，一根根向上竖立着，两道浓眉下衬着一双大眼睛，瞪起眼看人就像小老虎。特别是那双大脚板，穿上42码的球鞋，走起路来蹬蹬响。12、表姐刚来的时候，身穿一件方格衬衣，补了几块补丁，脚穿一双沾着泥土的白凉鞋，走路说话都不敢大声，我们都说她土里土气。可是现在，我们不敢说表姐了。你看她穿一件漂亮的上衣，一条紧身牛仓裤，一双锃亮的高跟鞋，脖子上戴着闪光的金项链，肩上披着长长的黑发，显得神气大方。回到家里又说又笑，像生活在蜜糖中一样。13、说她是阿姨倒不如说她是大姐姐，她顶多不过二十岁，穿一件褪色的素花格上衣，短短的小辫齐到肩头。她总是笑眯眯的，一会儿清晰地报站名，一会儿迅速地点钱、售票，耐心地回答外地乘客提出的种种问题。她那热情、和蔼的语言，使车厢里充满了春意，这春意温暖着每个乘客的心。14、星期天，我去排队买米。在我前面的是一个男青年，他算不上胖，但也够健壮的了。圆圆的脸庞上，两道细眉，一双大眼睛，配上稍小了点的鼻子，也还算匀称。就是嘴唇厚了点，像非洲人似的。15、哥哥只有二十多岁，一头黑发，中等个子，身材匀称。他说不上很漂亮，但是五官端正，从他眼睛里可以看出他是个聪明而有精力的年轻人。他给人安静与和善的感觉，而且脸上还带着孩子般的稚气。16、哥哥在我们村农机队开拖拉机。他个子高高的！身体很魁梧，黑红的脸上有一块块伤疤，每当我抬起头看到这些伤疤的时候，脑海里便浮现出了一位拖拉机手给我描述的动人故事……17、姐姐十八九岁。由于奔跑和焦急，圆圆的脸上渗出了汗珠儿，仿佛一个沾着露水的熟透的苹果。她的两只眼睛像黑宝石一样，亮晶晶的，闪耀着聪敏、慧巧、活泼和刚毅的光芒；秀长的睫毛，好像清清的湖水旁边的密密的树林，给人一种深邃而又神秘的感觉。乌黑的长发，即柔软又纤细，随着河风在脑后飘拂着。18、这时候，一个高个子青年人匆匆忙忙地朝了钢口跑去。他头上戴着鸭舌帽，鸭舌前吊着一副蓝色的眼镜，满脸通红，流着汗水，脚穿帆布袜子和厚鞋，手上戴着帆布手套。19、一个十七八岁的姑娘，坐在旁边的一块石头上。黑红的脸颊上沾满了灰尘。她并不像有些小贩那样起劲地吆喝，只是等有人来问时才答上几句，说起话来总是低着头，显得有些腼腆。20、看他年纪不过二十来岁，脸色苍白，像没有睡好觉似的皮泡脸肿。他老是皱着眉头，不大说话。笑纹几乎在他的脸上是绝了迹似的。他穿着一个褪了色的蓝布大褂，好像永远是穿着这么一个一样。清瘦的下巴壳，亮耸的肩膀，显得很没生气。21、我的哥哥大方，热情，开朗，大大咧咧，莽莽撞撞，长得像头小牛犊似的，打篮球是中锋；打排球是主攻手；游泳，更是“浪里蛟龙”，十岁时就横渡长江，成为当年横渡长江队伍中年纪最小的选手，照片还登上了《长江日报》。不到十五岁，个子也长得一米七六，大伙儿都说这是块运动员的料子。22、靠近东窗，坐着一个年轻的解放军战士。被汗水浸透了洗得发白的军衣，紧裹着他那健壮而匀称的身躯。他那白中透红的清秀的面孔，像涂了油彩似的闪闪发光。两条漆黑的、细长的眉毛，有力地向上扬，将到顶端时，才弯成形。一双像熟透了的葡萄一样又黑又大的眼睛，机灵地、警觉地扫视着充满汗味和传出鼾声的车厢。他的右手，很自然地伸到衣襟下面，汗湿的手掌，轻轻握着腰间的小手枪。23、这个二十多岁的女司机，倒是有股生龙活虎的劲头，那短短的头发，那裹在脖子上的手巾，那被太阳晒和汗水渍得褪色的花布衣服，表明她常在露天的环境中工作。她没有那种职业女司机戴着墨镜洒脱高傲的神态，看那架势，好像是开“东方红”或者“铁牛55”的。24、这时，一阵热烈的掌声打断了他的思绪，他猛的一抬头，看见肖大名正从讲台上走下来。他立马又紧张起来。他的目光四处移动，似乎在搜寻什么，他是那么的不安，甚至不敢接触任何人的目光。然后他又把头低下去，好像怕被别人看见似的。他的十个手指头不停地搓来搓去，一会儿便被汗水打湿了，滑滑的。25、“怎么办呢，该不该上去呢？”唐明贼似的看看四周，比先前更紧张了，两腿在桌底下直发抖。“去，一定得上去，这是最后一个竞选项目了，为了以后同学们能对我另眼相看，我一定要竞选到这劳动委员。……可是……”唐明深深地咽下一口口水，头低得快贴到桌上了，呼吸更急促了。“李华一下来，我就上去……”他这么想。
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《阿甘正传》是美国作家温斯顿·葛鲁姆创作的长篇小说。该书以荒谬的风格，通过傻子阿甘的视角，反讽美国的社会问题。下面我为大家带来阿甘正传英语经典段落，欢迎大家阅读!
Mama thought it would be good for me to go to the public school cause maybe it would hep
me to be like everbody else, but after I been there a little wile they come an told Mama I ought'n
to be in there with everbody else. They let me finish out first grade tho. Sometimes I'd set there
wile the teacher was talkin an I don't know what was going on in my mind, but I'd start lookin out
the winder at the birds an squirrels an things that was climbin an settin in a big ole oak tree
outside, an then the teacher'd come over an fuss at me. Sometimes, I'd just get this real strange
thing come over me an start shoutin an all, an then she'd make me go out an set on a bench in the
hall. An the other kids, they'd never play with me or nothin, cept'n to chase me or get me to start
hollerin so's they could laugh at me— all cept Jenny Curran, who at least didn't run away from me
an sometimes she'd let me walk nex to her goin home after class.
I stayed in that school for about five or six years. It wadn't all bad tho. They'd let us paint
with our fingers an make little things, but mostly, it jus teachin us how to do stuff like tie up our
shoes an not slobber food or get wild an yell an holler an thow shit aroun. They wadn't no book
learnin to speak of— cept to show us how to read street signs an things like the difference between
the Men's an the Ladies' rooms. With all them serious nuts in there, it woulda been impossible to
conduct anythin more'n that anyway. Also, I think it was for the purpose of keepin us out of
everbody else's hair. Who the hell wants a bunch of retards runnin aroun loose? Even I could
understand that.
When I was born, my mama name me Forrest, cause of General Nathan Bedford Forrest who
fought in the Civil War. Mama always said we was kin to General Forrest's fambly someways.
An he was a great man, she say, cept'n he started up the Ku Klux Klan after the war was over an
even my grandmama say they's a bunch of no-goods. Which I would tend to agree with, cause
down here, the Grand Exalted Pishposh, or whatever he calls hissef, he operate a gun store in
town an once, when I was maybe twelve year ole, I were walkin by there and lookin in the winder
an he got a big hangman's noose strung up inside. When he seen me watchin, he done thowed it
around his own neck an jerk it up like he was hanged an let his tongue stick out an all so's to scare
me. I done run off and hid in a parkin lot behin some cars til somebody call the police an they
come an take me home to my mama. So whatever else ole General Forrest done, startin up that
Klan thing was not a good idea— any idiot could tell you that. Nonetheless, that's how I got my
name.
The other day, I'm walkin down the street an this man was out workin in his yard. He'd got
hissef a bunch of shrubs to plant an he say to me, "Forrest, you wanna earn some money?" an I
says, "Uh-huh," an so he sets me to movin dirt. Damn near ten or twelve wheelbarrows of dirt, in
the heat of the day, truckin it all over creation. When I'm thru he reach in his pocket for a dollar.
What I shoulda done was raised Cain about the low wages, but instead, I took the damn dollar an
all I could say was "thanks" or somethin dumb-soundin like that, an I went on down the street,
