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2018年赌玉米 1元听《夏洛的网》,跟着名师读最美儿童英文经典
发表时间:2020-01-11 15:05:53浏览次数:3183
[摘要] 为什么读《夏洛的网》?复旦大学中文系教授严峰曾这么评价《夏洛的网》:这实在是一本宝书。我觉得在一个理想的世界里,应该只有2种人存在,一种是读过《夏洛的网》的人,另一种是将要读《夏洛的网》的人。课程介绍该课程为孙艳老师亲自朗读的《夏洛的网》英文版完整音频。

2018年赌玉米 1元听《夏洛的网》,跟着名师读最美儿童英文经典

2018年赌玉米,为什么读《夏洛的网》?

复旦大学中文系教授严峰曾这么评价《夏洛的网》:

这实在是一本宝书。我觉得在一个理想的世界里,应该只有2种人存在,一种是读过《夏洛的网》的人,另一种是将要读《夏洛的网》的人。

大概过两三年我就要把这本书找得来看一遍,好像病人要定期吃药那样。

这部关于友情、亲情、

生命、忠诚的文学著作

自1952年出版以来,经久不衰

更被评为

“美国最伟大的十部儿童文学著作”之首

它的语言简洁优美,让人心悦

作为原版文学阅读的入门书再适合不过!

作者e.b.white与《夏洛的网》

e.b.white(1899-1985)

怀特毕业于康奈尔大学,多年来担任《纽约人》杂志专职撰稿人,是一位颇有造诣的散文家、幽默作家、诗人和讽刺作家;

他的小说《小斯图亚特》(1945) 和 《夏洛特的网》(1952)影响着几代美国儿童。

1949年秋天的一个早晨,怀特被农场谷仓里一张精美的蜘蛛网吸引。由此便沉迷在观察和想象中,有一天,当他去喂猪时,途中突然悲哀起来。“它注定要死吗?”

1952年,他“编织”出了这个发生在农场里的关于友谊和拯救的故事。

翻开书,农场里有好多奇妙的事情在发生。小猪威尔伯为什么要被杀?一只蜘蛛为什么愿意帮助一头猪?

孙艳老师带你一起探秘!

课程介绍

该课程为孙艳老师亲自朗读的《夏洛的网》英文版完整音频。

每章有声书中,孙艳老师将分享几个思考题给大家,带着思考题,伴随着孙老师美妙的声音,让我们共同走进《夏洛的网》的世界!

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chapter 1 before breakfast

“where's papa going with that ax?” said fern to her mother as they were setting the table for breakfast.

“out to the hog house,” replied mrs. arable. “some pigs were born last night.”

“i don't see why he needs an ax,” continued fern, who was only eight.

“well,” said her mother, “one of the pigs is a runt. it's very small and weak, and it will never amount toanything. so your father has decided todo away withit.”

“do away with it?” shrieked fern. “you mean kill it? just because it's smaller than the others?”

mrs. arable put a pitcher of cream on the table. “don't yell, fern!”

she said. “your father is right. the pig would probably die anyway.”

fern pushed a chair out of the way and ran outdoors. the grass was wet and the earth smelled of springtime. fern's sneakers were sopping by the time she caught up with her father.

“please don't kill it!” she sobbed. “it's unfair.”

mr. arable stopped walking.

“fern,” he said gently, “you will have to learn to control yourself.”

“control myself?” yelled fern. “this is a matter of life and death, and you talk about “controlling myself.” tears ran down her cheeks and she took hold of the ax and tried to pull it out of her father's hand.

“fern,” said mr. arable, “i know more about raising a litter of pigs than you do. a weakling makes trouble. now run along!”

“but it's unfair,” cried fern. “the pig couldn't help being born small, could it? if i had been very small at birth, would you have killed me?”

mr. arable smiled. “certainly not,” he said, looking down at his daughter with love. “but this is different. a little girl is one thing, a little runty pig is another.”

“i see no difference,” replied fern, still hanging on to the ax. “this is the most terrible case of injusticei ever heard of.”

a queer look came over john arable's face. he seemed almost ready to cry himself.

“all right,” he said. “you go back to the house and i will bring the runt when i come in. i'll let you start it on a bottle, like a baby. then you'll see what trouble a pig can be.”

when mr. arable returned to the house half an hour later, he carried a carton under his arm. fern was upstairs changing her sneakers. the kitchen table was set for breakfast, and the room smelled of coffee, bacon, damp plaster, and wood smoke from the stove.

“put it on her chair!” said mrs. arable. mr. arable set the carton down at fern's place. then he walked to the sink and washed his hands and dried them on the roller towel.

fern came slowly down the stairs. her eyes were red from crying. as she approached her chair, the carton wobbled, and there was a scratching noise. fern looked at her father. then she lifted the lid of the carton. there, inside, looking up at her, was the newborn pig. it was a white one. the morning light shone through its ears, turning them pink.

“he's yours,” said mr. arable. “saved from an untimely death. and may the good lord forgive me for this foolishness.”

fern couldn't take her eyes off the tiny pig. “oh,” she whispered. “oh, look at him! he's absolutely perfect.”

she closed the carton carefully. first she kissed her father, then she kissed her mother. then she opened the lid again, lifted the pig out, and held it against her cheek. at this moment her brother avery came into the room. avery was ten.

he was heavily armed - an air rifle in one hand, a wooden dagger in the other.

“what's that?” he demanded. “what's fern got?”

“she's got a guest for breakfast,” said mrs. arable. “wash your hands and face, avery!”

“let's see it!” said avery, setting his gun down. “you call that miserablething a pig? that's a finespecimen of a pig,it's no bigger than a white rat.”

“wash up and eat your breakfast, avery!” said his mother. “the school bus will be along in half an hour.”

“can i have a pig, too, pop?” asked avery.

“no, i only distribute pigs to early risers,” said mr. arable. “fern was up at daylight, trying to rid the world ofinjustice. as a result, she now has a pig. a small one, to be sure, but nevertheless a pig. it just shows what can happen if a person gets out of bedpromptly. let's eat!”

but fern couldn't eat until her pig had had a drink of milk.

mrs. arable found a baby's nursing bottle and a rubber nipple. she poured warm milk into the bottle, fitted the nipple over the top, and handed it to fern. “give him his breakfast!” she said.

a minute later, fern was seated on the floor in the corner of the kitchen with her infant between her knees, teaching it to suck from the bottle. the pig, although tiny, had a good appetiteand caught on quickly.

the school bus honked from the road.

“run!” commanded mrs. arable, taking the pig from fern and slipping a doughnut into her hand. avery grabbed his gun and another doughnut.

the children ran out to the road and climbed into the bus. fern took no notice of the others in the bus. she just sat and stared out of the window, thinking what a blissful world it was and how lucky she was to have entire charge of a pig. by the time the bus reached school, fern had named her pet, selecting the most beautiful name she could think of.

“its name is wilbur,” she whispered to herself.

she was still thinking about the pig when the teacher said: “fern, what is the capital of pennsylvania?”

“wilbur,” replied fern, dreamily. the pupils giggled. fern blushed.

朗读者介绍

孙艳老师

——上海外国语大学英美文学博士,现留校任教

——纽约城市大学访问学者

——美国政府富布莱特项目学者

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