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《飘》的畅销盛况一度成为出版史上的一段佳话。下面是我带来的外国名著经典英语段落 ，欢迎阅读!
Gerald had come to America from Ireland when he was twenty-one. He had come hastily, as many a better and worse Irishman before and since, with the clothes he had on his back, twoshillings above his passage money and a price on his head that he felt was larger than his misdeed warranted. There was no Orangeman this side of hell worth a hundred pounds to the British government or to the devil himself; but if the government felt so strongly about the death of an English absentee landlord’s rent agent, it was time for Gerald O’Hara to be leaving and leaving suddenly. True, he had called the rent agent “a bastard of an Orangeman,” but that, according to Gerald’s way of looking at it, did not give the man any right to insult him by whistling the opening bars of “The Boyne Water.”
21岁那年杰拉尔德来到美国。他是匆匆而来像以前或以后许多好好坏坏的爱尔兰人那样，因为他只带着身上穿的衣服和买船票剩下的两个先令，以及悬赏捉拿他的那个身价，而且他觉得这个身价比他的罪行所应得的还高了一些。世界上还没有一个奥兰治派分子值得英国政府或魔鬼本身出一百镑的;但是如果政府对于一个英国的不在地主地租代理人的死会那么认真，那么杰拉尔德·奥哈拉的突然出走便是适时的了。的确，他曾经称呼过地租代理人为"奥兰治派野崽子"不过，按照杰拉尔德对此事的看法，这并不使那个人就有权哼着《博因河之歌》那开头几句来侮辱他。
The Battle of the Boyne had been fought more than a hundred years before, but, to the O’Haras and their neighbors, it might have been yesterday when their hopes and their dreams, as well as their lands and wealth, went off in the same cloud of dust that enveloped a frightened and fleeing Stuart prince, leaving William of Orange and his hated troops with their orangecockades to cut down the Irish adherents of the Stuarts.
博因河战役是一百多年以前的事了，但是在奥哈拉家族和他们的邻里看来，就像昨天发生的事，那时他们的希望和梦想，他们的土地和钱财，都在那团卷着一位惊惶逃路的斯图尔特王子的魔雾中消失了，只留下奥兰治王室的威廉和他那带着奥兰治帽徽的军队来屠杀斯图尔特王朝的爱尔兰依附者了。
For this and other reasons, Gerald’s family was not inclined to view the fatal outcome of thisquarrel as anything very serious, except for the fact that it was charged with seriousconsequences. For years, the O’Haras had been in bad odor with the English constabulary onaccount of suspected activities against the government, and Gerald was not the first O’Hara totake his foot in his hand and quit Ireland between dawn and morning. His two oldest brothers,James and Andrew, he hardly remembered, save as close-lipped youths who came and went atodd hours of the night on mysterious errands or disappeared for weeks at a time, to theirmother’s gnawing anxiety. They had come to America years before, after the discovery of asmall arsenal of rifles buried under the O’Hara pigsty. Now they were successful merchants inSavannah, “though the dear God alone knows where that may be,” as their mother alwaysinterpolated when mentioning the two oldest of her male brood, and it was to them thatyoung Gerald was sent.
由于这个以及别的原因，杰拉尔德的家庭并不想把这场争吵的毁灭结果看得十分严重，只把它看作是一桩有严重影响的事而已。多年来，奥哈拉家与英国警察部门的关系很不好，原因是被怀疑参与了反政府活动，而杰拉尔德并不是奥哈拉家族中头一个暗中离开爱尔兰的人。他几乎想不其他的两个哥哥詹姆斯和安德鲁，只记得两个闷声不响的年轻人，他们时常在深夜来来去去，干一些神秘的钩当，或者一走就是好几个星期，使母亲焦急万分。他们是许多年前人们在奥哈拉家猪圈里发现在一批理藏的来福枪之到美国的。现在他们已在萨凡纳作生意发了家，"虽然只有上帝才知道那地方究竟在哪里"----他们母亲提起这两个大儿子时老是这样说，年轻的杰拉尔德就是给送到两位哥哥这里来的。
He left home with his mother's hasty kiss on his cheek and her fervent Catholic blessing in his ears, and his father's parting admonition, “Remember who ye are and don’t be taking nothing off no man.” His five tall brothers gave him good-by with admiring but slightly patronizingsmiles, for Gerald was the baby and the little one of a brawny family.
离家出走时，母亲在他脸上匆匆吻了一下，并贴着耳朵说了一声天主教的祝福，父亲则给了临别赠言，"要记住自己是谁，不要学别人的样。"他的五位高个子兄弟羡慕而略带关注地微笑着向他道了声再见，因为杰拉尔德在强壮的一家人中是最小和最矮的一个。
His five brothers and their father stood six feet and over and broad in proportion, but littleGerald, at twenty-one, knew that five feet four and a half inches was as much as the Lord in Hiswisdom was going to allow him. It was like Gerald that he never wasted regrets on his lack ofheight and never found it an obstacle to his acquisition of anything he wanted. Rather, it wasGerald’s compact smallness that made him what he was, for he had learned early that littlepeople must be hardy to survive among large ones. And Gerald was hardy.
他父亲和五个哥哥都身六英尺以上，其粗壮的程度也很相称，可是21岁的小个子杰拉尔德懂得，五英尺四英寸半便是上帝所能赐给他的最大高度了。对杰拉尔德来说，他从不以自己身材矮小而自怨自艾，也从不认为这会阻碍他去获得自己所需要的一切。更确切些不如说，正是杰拉尔德的矮小精干使他成为现在这样，因为他早就明白矮小的人必须在高大者中间顽强地活下去。而杰拉尔德是顽强的。
His tall brothers were a grim, quiet lot, in whom the family tradition of past glories, lost forever,rankled in unspoken hate and crackled out in bitter humor. Had Gerald been brawny, he wouldhave gone the way of the other O’Haras and moved quietly and darkly among the rebels againstthe government But Gerald was “loud-mouthed and bullheaded,” as his mother fondly phrasedit, hair trigger of temper, quick with his fists and possessed of a chip on his shoulder so largeas to be almost visible to the naked eye. He swaggered among the tall O’Haras like a struttingbantam in a barnyard of giant Cochin roosters, and they loved him, baited him affectionatelyto hear him roar and hammered on him with their large fists no more than was necessary tokeep a baby brother in his proper place.
他那些高个儿哥哥是些冷酷寡言的人，在他们身上，历史光荣的传统已经永远消失，沦落为默默的仇恨，爆裂出痛苦的幽默来了。要是杰拉尔德也生来强壮，他就会走上向奥哈拉家族中其他人的道路，在反政府的行列中悄悄地、神秘地干起来。可杰拉尔德像他母亲钟爱地形容的那样，是个"高嗓门，笨脑袋"，嬷嬷暴躁，动辄使拳头，并且盛气凌人，叫人见人怕。他在那些高大的奥哈拉家族的人中间，就像一只神气十足的矮脚鸡在满院子大个儿雄鸡中间那样，故意昂首阔步，而他们都爱护他，亲切地怂恿地高声喊叫，必要时也只伸出他们的大拳头敲他几下，让这位小弟弟不要太得意忘形了。
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Do you know I was very sad when I saw the number... If it is really hard to continue,give it up,or I will feel sorry.
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我非常喜欢这篇文章。Two RoadsJohn RuskinIt was New Year's Night. An aged man was standing at a window. He raised his mournful eyes towards the deep blue sky, where the stars were floating like white lilies on the surface of a clear calm lake. Then he cast them on the earth, where few more hopeless people than himself now moved towards their certain goal——the tomb. He had already passed sixty of the stages leading to it, and he had brought from his journey nothing but errors and remorse. Now his health was poor, his mind vacant, his heart sorrowful, and his old age short of comforts.The days of his youth appeared like dreams before him, and he recalled the serious moment when his father placed him at the entrance of the two roads——one leading to a peaceful, sunny place, covered with flowers, fruits and resounding with soft, sweet songs; the other leading to a deep, dark cave, which was endless, where poison flowed instead of water and where devils and poisonous snakes hissed and crawled.He looked towards the sky and cried painfully, "O youth, return! O my father, place me once more at the entrance to life, and I'll choose the better way!" But both his father and the days of his youth had passed away.He was the lights flowing away in the darkness. These were the days of his wasted life; he saw a star fall from the sky and disappeared, and this was the symbol of himself. His remorse, which was like a sharp arrow, struck deeply into his heart. Then he remembered his friends in his childhood, who entered on life together with him. But they had made their way to success and were now honoured and happy on this New Year's night.The clock in the high church tower struck and the sound made him remember his parents' early love for him. They had taught him and prayed to God for his good. But he chose the wrong way. With shame and grief he dared no longer look towards that heaven where his father live. His darkened eyes were full of tears, and with a despairing effort, he burst out a cry: "Come back, my early days! Come back!"And his youth did return, for all this was only a dream which he had on New Year's Night. He was still young though his faults were real; he had not yet entered the deep, dark cave, and he was still free to walk on the road which leads to the peaceful and sunny land.Those who still linger on the entrance of life, hesitating to choose the bright road, remember that when years are passed and your feet stumble on the dark mountains, you will cry bitterly, but in vain: "O youth, return! Oh give me back my early days!"新年的夜晚。一位老人伫立在窗前。他悲戚地举目遥望苍天，繁星宛若玉色的百合漂浮在澄静的湖面上。老人又低头看看地面，几个比他自己更加无望的生命正走向它们的归宿——坟墓。老人在通往那块地方的路上，也巳经消磨掉六十个寒暑了。在那旅途中，他除了有过失和澳悔之外，再也没有得到任何别的东西。他老态龙钟，头脑空虚，心绪忧郁，一把年纪折磨着老人。年轻时代的情景浮现在老人眼前，他回想起那庄严的时刻，父亲将他置于两条道路的入口——一条路通往阳光灿烂的升平世界，田野里丰收在望，柔和悦耳的歌声四方回荡；另一条路却将行人引入漆黑的无底深渊，从那里涌流出来的是毒液而不是泉水，蛇蟒满处蠕动，吐着舌箭。老人仰望昊天，苦悸地失声喊道：“青春啊，回来！父亲哟，把我重新放回人生的入口吧，我会选择一条正路的！”可是，父亲以及他自己的黄金时代却一去不复返了。他看见阴暗的沼泽地上空闪烁着幽光，那光亮游移明灭，瞬息即逝了。那是他轻抛浪掷的年华。他看见天空中一颗流星陨落下来，消失在黑暗之中。那就是它自身的象征。徒然的懊丧像一支利箭射穿了老人的心脏。他记起了早年和自己一同踏入生活的伙伴们，他们走的是高尚、勤奋的道路，在这新年的夜晚，载誉而归，无比快乐。高耸的教堂钟楼鸣钟了，钟声使他回忆起儿时双亲对他这浪子的疼爱，他想起了发蒙时父母的教诲，想起了父母为他的幸福所作的祈祷。强烈的羞愧和悲伤使他不敢再多看一眼父亲居留的天堂。老人的眼睛黯然失神，泪珠儿泫然坠下，他绝望地大声呼唤：“回来，我的青春！回来呀！”老人的青春真的回来了。原来，刚才那些只不过是他在新年夜晚打盹儿时做的一个梦。尽管他确实犯过一些错误，眼下却还年轻。他虔诚地感谢上天，时光仍然是属于他自己的，他还没有堕入漆黑的深渊，尽可以自由地踏上那条正路，进入福地洞天，丰硕的庄稼在那里的阳光下起伏翻浪。依然在人生的大门口徘徊逡巡，踌躇着不知该走哪条路的人们，记住吧，等至岁月流逝，你们在漆黑的山路上步履踉跄时，再来痛苦地叫喊，“青春啊，回来！还我韶华！”那只能是徒劳的了。[欣赏]让·保尔·里克特简介（1763～1825），原名佛利德利希·里克特，让·保尔·里克特是他的笔名。其散文颇为精致，《两条路》是佳作之一。在一个新年的夜晚，有一位年已花甲的老人，当他伫立窗前，遥望苍天，回首以往虚掷的年华时，泪下如注，“早年和自己一同踏入生活的伙伴们，他们走的是高尚、勤奋的道路，在这新年的夜晚，载誉而归，无比快乐。”可自己，“除了有过失和懊悔之外，再也没有得到任何别的东西”。仰望昊天，老人多么懊悔，多么哀痛，他多么希望父亲重新把他“好回人生的入口”，那时，他“会选择一条正路的”。然而......“父亲以及他自己的黄金时代却一去不复返了”。正因为这样，老人悲切地呼唤道：“回来，我的青春！回来呀！”正当我们也如同文中老人一样，为他失去了青春而不能挽回痛心时，情景出现了转机：“老人的青春真的回来了。原来，刚才那些只不过是他在新年夜晚打盹儿时做的一个梦。尽管他确实犯过一些错误，眼下却还年轻。”这篇文章的构思很巧妙，文章大部分内容以写实的手法去写梦。临近结尾了，情节出人意料地一转，写现实。这样写，情节有波澜，不落俗套。当然，读了这篇散文后，也许有的同学会想：倘若文章中写的不是梦，“老人”虚掷的年华真的无法挽回，那该是怎样的一种悲哀呢？是啊，同学们，你们还都年轻，还都刚刚踏入人生旅途的起点。你们不妨问问自己：自己选择的是一条人生的正路吗？相信你们一定会很好地把握自己的人生的。
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