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            1. The Paper Windmill
              文章來源: 文章作者: 發布時間:2007-10-19 06:51 字體: [ ]  進入論壇
              The little boy pressed his face against the window-pane1
              and looked out
              at the bright sunshiny morning.  The cobble-stones of
              the square
              glistened like mica2.  In the trees, a breeze danced and
              and shook drops of sunlight like falling golden coins into the brown
              of the canal.  Down stream slowly drifted a long string
              of galliots
              piled with crimson3 cheeses.  The little boy thought they
              looked as if
              they were roc's eggs, blocks of big ruby4 eggs.  He said,
              "Oh!" with delight,
              and pressed against the window with all his might.

              The golden cock on the top of the `Stadhuis' gleamed.  His
              beak5 was open
              like a pair of scissors and a narrow piece of blue sky was wedged
              in it.
              "Cock-a-doodle-do," cried the little boy.  "Can't you
              hear me
              through the window, Gold Cocky?  Cock-a-doodle-do!  You
              should crow
              when you see the eggs of your cousin, the great roc."  But
              the golden cock
              stood stock still, with his fine tail blowing in the wind.
              He could not understand the little boy, for he said "Cocorico"
              when he said anything.  But he was hung in the air to
              swing, not to sing.
              His eyes glittered to the bright West wind, and the crimson cheeses
              drifted away down the canal.

              It was very dull there in the big room.  Outside in the
              square, the wind
              was playing tag with some fallen leaves.  A man passed,
              with a dogcart
              beside him full of smart, new milkcans.  They rattled6
              out a gay tune:
              "Tiddity-tum-ti-ti.  Have some milk for your tea.  Cream
              for your coffee
              to drink to-night, thick, and smooth, and sweet, and white,"
              and the man's sabots beat an accompaniment:  "Plop! trop!
              milk for your tea.
              Plop! trop! drink it to-night."  It was very pleasant
              out there,
              but it was lonely here in the big room.  The little boy
              gulped7 at a tear.

              It was queer how dull all his toys were.  They were so
              Nothing was still in the square.  If he took his eyes
              away a moment
              it had changed.  The milkman had disappeared round the
              there was only an old woman with a basket of green stuff on her
              picking her way over the shiny stones.  But the wind pulled
              the leaves
              in the basket this way and that, and displayed them to beautiful
              The sun patted them condescendingly on their flat surfaces, and
              they seemed
              sprinkled with silver.  The little boy sighed as he looked
              at his disordered
              toys on the floor.  They were motionless, and their colours
              were dull.
              The dark wainscoting absorbed the sun.  There was none
              left for toys.

              The square was quite empty now.  Only the wind ran round
              and round it,
              spinning.  Away over in the corner where a street opened
              into the square,
              the wind had stopped.  Stopped running, that is, for it
              stopped spinning.  It whirred, and whirled, and gyrated,
              and turned.
              It burned like a great coloured sun.  It hummed, and buzzed,
              and sparked,
              and darted8.  There were flashes of blue, and long smearing9
              lines of saffron,
              and quick jabs of green.  And over it all was a sheen
              like a myriad
              cut diamonds.  Round and round it went, the huge wind-wheel,
              and the little boy's head reeled with watching it.  The
              whole square
              was filled with its rays, blazing and leaping round after one another,
              faster and faster.  The little boy could not speak, he
              could only gaze,
              staring in amaze.

              The wind-wheel was coming down the square.  Nearer and
              nearer it came,
              a great disk of spinning flame.  It was opposite the window
              and the little boy could see it plainly, but it was something more
              than the wind which he saw.  A man was carrying a huge
              fan-shaped frame
              on his shoulder, and stuck in it were many little painted paper
              each one scurrying11 round in the breeze.  They were bright
              and beautiful,
              and the sight was one to please anybody, and how much more a little
              who had only stupid, motionless toys to enjoy.

              The little boy clapped his hands, and his eyes danced and whizzed,
              for the circling windmills made him dizzy.  Closer and
              came the windmill man, and held up his big fan to the little boy
              in the window of the Ambassador's house.  Only a pane
              of glass
              between the boy and the windmills.  They slid round before
              his eyes
              in rapidly revolving12 splendour.  There were wheels and
              wheels of colours --
              big, little, thick, thin -- all one clear, perfect spin.  The
              windmill vendor13
              dipped and raised them again, and the little boy's face was glued
              to the window-pane.  Oh!  What a glorious, wonderful
              Rings and rings of windy colour always moving!  How had
              any one ever preferred
              those other toys which never stirred.  "Nursie, come quickly.  Look!
              I want a windmill.  See!  It is never still.  You
              will buy me one, won't you?
              I want that silver one, with the big ring of blue."

              So a servant was sent to buy that one:  silver, ringed
              with blue,
              and smartly it twirled about in the servant's hands as he stood
              a moment
              to pay the vendor.  Then he entered the house, and in
              another minute
              he was standing14 in the nursery door, with some crumpled15 paper on
              the end
              of a stick which he held out to the little boy.  "But
              I wanted a windmill
              which went round," cried the little boy.  "That is the
              one you asked for,
              Master Charles," Nursie was a bit impatient, she had mending to
              "See, it is silver, and here is the blue."  "But it is
              only a blue streak,"
              sobbed the little boy.  "I wanted a blue ring, and this
              doesn't sparkle."  "Well, Master Charles, that is what
              you wanted,
              now run away and play with it, for I am very busy."

              The little boy hid his tears against the friendly window-pane.  On
              the floor
              lay the motionless, crumpled bit of paper on the end of its stick.
              But far away across the square was the windmill vendor, with his
              big wheel
              of whirring splendour.  It spun16 round in a blaze like
              a whirling rainbow,
              and the sun gleamed upon it, and the wind whipped it, until it seemed
              a maze10 of spattering diamonds.  "Cocorico!" crowed the
              golden cock
              on the top of the `Stadhuis'.  "That is something worth
              crowing for."
              But the little boy did not hear him, he was sobbing17 over the crumpled
              bit of paper on the floor.


              1 pane OKKxJ     
              • He broke this pane of glass.他打破了這塊窗玻璃。
              • Their breath bloomed the frosty pane.他們呼出的水氣,在冰冷的窗玻璃上形成一層霧。
              2 mica gjZyj     
              • It could not pass through material impervious to water such as mica.它不能通過云母這樣的不透水的物質。
              • Because of its layered structure,mica is fissile.因為是層狀結構,云母很容易分成片。
              3 crimson AYwzH     
              • She went crimson with embarrassment.她羞得滿臉通紅。
              • Maple leaves have turned crimson.楓葉已經紅了。
              4 ruby iXixS     
              • She is wearing a small ruby earring.她戴著一枚紅寶石小耳環。
              • On the handle of his sword sat the biggest ruby in the world.他的劍柄上鑲有一顆世上最大的紅寶石。
              5 beak 8y1zGA     
              • The bird had a worm in its beak.鳥兒嘴里叼著一條蟲。
              • This bird employs its beak as a weapon.這種鳥用嘴作武器。
              6 rattled b4606e4247aadf3467575ffedf66305b     
              • The truck jolted and rattled over the rough ground. 卡車嘎吱嘎吱地在凹凸不平的地面上顛簸而行。
              • Every time a bus went past, the windows rattled. 每逢公共汽車經過這里,窗戶都格格作響。
              7 gulped 4873fe497201edc23bc8dcb50aa6eb2c     
              v.狼吞虎咽地吃,吞咽( gulp的過去式和過去分詞 );大口地吸(氣);哽住
              • He gulped down the rest of his tea and went out. 他把剩下的茶一飲而盡便出去了。
              • She gulped nervously, as if the question bothered her. 她緊張地咽了一下,似乎那問題把她難住了。 來自《簡明英漢詞典》
              8 darted d83f9716cd75da6af48046d29f4dd248     
              v.投擲,投射( dart的過去式和過去分詞 );向前沖,飛奔
              • The lizard darted out its tongue at the insect. 蜥蜴伸出舌頭去吃小昆蟲。 來自《簡明英漢詞典》
              • The old man was displeased and darted an angry look at me. 老人不高興了,瞪了我一眼。 來自《簡明英漢詞典》
              9 smearing acc077c998b0130c34a75727f69ec5b3     
              • The small boy spoilt the picture by smearing it with ink. 那孩子往畫上抹墨水把畫給毀了。
              • Remove the screen carefully so as to avoid smearing the paste print. 小心的移開絲網,以避免它弄臟膏印。
              10 maze F76ze     
              • He found his way through the complex maze of corridors.他穿過了迷宮一樣的走廊。
              • She was lost in the maze for several hours.一連幾小時,她的頭腦處于一片糊涂狀態。
              11 scurrying 294847ddc818208bf7d590895cd0b7c9     
              v.急匆匆地走( scurry的現在分詞 )
              • We could hear the mice scurrying about in the walls. 我們能聽見老鼠在墻里亂跑。 來自《現代英漢綜合大詞典》
              • We were scurrying about until the last minute before the party. 聚會開始前我們一直不停地忙忙碌碌。 來自辭典例句
              12 revolving 3jbzvd     
              adj.旋轉的,輪轉式的;循環的v.(使)旋轉( revolve的現在分詞 );細想
              • The theatre has a revolving stage. 劇院有一個旋轉舞臺。
              • The company became a revolving-door workplace. 這家公司成了工作的中轉站。
              13 vendor 3izwB     
              • She looked at the vendor who cheated her the other day with distaste.她厭惡地望著那個前幾天曾經欺騙過她的小販。
              • He must inform the vendor immediately.他必須立即通知賣方。
              14 standing 2hCzgo     
              • After the earthquake only a few houses were left standing.地震過后只有幾幢房屋還立著。
              • They're standing out against any change in the law.他們堅決反對對法律做任何修改。
              15 crumpled crumpled     
              adj. 彎扭的, 變皺的 動詞crumple的過去式和過去分詞形式
              • She crumpled the letter up into a ball and threw it on the fire. 她把那封信揉成一團扔進了火里。
              • She flattened out the crumpled letter on the desk. 她在寫字臺上把皺巴巴的信展平。
              16 spun kvjwT     
              • His grandmother spun him a yarn at the fire.他奶奶在火爐邊給他講故事。
              • Her skilful fingers spun the wool out to a fine thread.她那靈巧的手指把羊毛紡成了細毛線。
              17 sobbing df75b14f92e64fc9e1d7eaf6dcfc083a     
              &lt;主方&gt;Ⅰ adj.濕透的
              • I heard a child sobbing loudly. 我聽見有個孩子在嗚嗚地哭。
              • Her eyes were red with recent sobbing. 她的眼睛因剛哭過而發紅。