【推荐1】Drinking Alone under the Moon

Among the flowers, from a pot of wine.

I drink without a companion of mine.

I raise my cup to invite the Moon who blends.

Her light with my Shadow and we’re three friends.

The Moon does not know how to drink her share;

In vain my Shadow follows me here and there.

Together with them for the time I stay.

And make merry before spring’s spent away.

I sing and the Moon lingers to hear my song;

My Shadows a mess while I dance along.

Sober, we three remain cheerful and gay;

Drunken, we part and each may go his way.

Our friendship will outshine all earthly love;

Next time we’ll meet beyond the stars above.

【推荐3】Pip meets a stranger

My first name was Philip, but when I was a small child, I could only manage to say Pip. So Pip was what everybody called me. I lived in a small village in Essex with my sister, who was over twenty years older than me, and married to Joe Gargery, the village blacksmith (铁匠). My parents had died when I was a baby, so I could not remember them at all, but quite often I used to visit the churchyard, about a mile from the village, to look at their names on their gravestones (墓碑).

My first memory is of sitting on a gravestone in that churchyard one cold, grey, December afternoon, looking out at the dark, flat, wild marshes divided by the black line of the River Thames, and listening to the rushing sound of the sea in the distance.

“Don’t say a word!” cried a terrible voice, as a man jumped up from among the graves and caught hold of me. “If you shout, I’ll cut your throat (喉咙)!” He was a big man, dressed all in grey, with an iron chain (铁链) on his leg. His clothes were wet and torn. He looked tired, and hungry, and very fierce (凶狠的). I had never been so scared in my whole life.

“Oh! Don’t cut my throat, sir!” I begged in fear.

“Tell me your name, boy! Quick!” he said, still holding me. “And show me where you live!”

“My name’s Pip, sir. And I live in the village over there.”

He picked me up and turned me upside down. Nothing fell out of my pocket except a piece of old bread. He ate it in two bites, like a dog, and put me back on the gravestone.

“So where are your father and mother?” he asked.

“There, sir,” I answered, pointing to their graves.

“What!” he cried, and was about to run, when he saw where I was pointing. “Oh!” he said. “I see. They’re dead. Well, who do you live with, if I let you live, which I haven’t decided yet?”

“With my sister, sir, wife of Joe Gargery, the Blacksmith.”

“Blacksmith, you say?” And he looked down at his leg. Then he held me by both arms and stared (注视) fiercely down into my eyes.

“Now look here. You bring me a file. You know what that is? And you bring me some food. If you don’t, or if you tell anyone about me, I’ll cut your heart out.”

“I promise I’ll do it, sir,” I answered. I was badly scared and my whole body was shaking.

“You see,” he continued, smiling unpleasantly, “I travel with a young man, a friend of mine, who roasts boys’ hearts and eats them. He’ll find you, wherever you are, and he’ll have your heart. So bring the file and the food to that wooden shelter over there, early tomorrow morning, if you want to keep your heart, that is. Remember, you promised!”

I watched him turn and walk with difficulty across the marshes, the chain hanging clumsily around his leg. Then I ran home as fast as I could.

—Taken from Great Expectations

【推荐1】Pip meets a stranger

My first name was Philip, but when I was a small child, I could only manage to say Pip. So Pip was what everybody called me. I lived in a small village in Essex with my sister, who was over twenty years older than me, and married to Joe Gargery, the village blacksmith (铁匠). My parents had died when I was a baby, so I could not remember them at all, but quite often I used to visit the churchyard, about a mile from the village, to look at their names on their gravestones (墓碑).

My first memory is of sitting on a gravestone in that churchyard one cold, grey, December afternoon, looking out at the dark, flat, wild marshes divided by the black line of the River Thames, and listening to the rushing sound of the sea in the distance.

“Don’t say a word!” cried a terrible voice, as a man jumped up from among the graves and caught hold of me. “If you shout, I’ll cut your throat (喉咙)!” He was a big man, dressed all in grey, with an iron chain (铁链) on his leg. His clothes were wet and torn. He looked tired, and hungry, and very fierce (凶狠的). I had never been so scared in my whole life.

“Oh! Don’t cut my throat, sir!” I begged in fear.

“Tell me your name, boy! Quick!” he said, still holding me. “And show me where you live!”

“My name’s Pip, sir. And I live in the village over there.”

He picked me up and turned me upside down. Nothing fell out of my pocket except a piece of old bread. He ate it in two bites, like a dog, and put me back on the gravestone.

“So where are your father and mother?” he asked.

“There, sir,” I answered, pointing to their graves.

“What!” he cried, and was about to run, when he saw where I was pointing. “Oh!” he said. “I see. They’re dead. Well, who do you live with, if I let you live, which I haven’t decided yet?”

“With my sister, sir, wife of Joe Gargery, the Blacksmith.”

“Blacksmith, you say?” And he looked down at his leg. Then he held me by both arms and stared (注视) fiercely down into my eyes.

“Now look here. You bring me a file. You know what that is? And you bring me some food. If you don’t, or if you tell anyone about me, I’ll cut your heart out.”

“I promise I’ll do it, sir,” I answered. I was badly scared and my whole body was shaking.

“You see,” he continued, smiling unpleasantly, “I travel with a young man, a friend of mine, who roasts boys’ hearts and eats them. He’ll find you, wherever you are, and he’ll have your heart. So bring the file and the food to that wooden shelter over there, early tomorrow morning, if you want to keep your heart, that is. Remember, you promised!”

I watched him turn and walk with difficulty across the marshes, the chain hanging clumsily around his leg. Then I ran home as fast as I could.

—Taken from Great Expectations