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第一册
第一课：Goodbye, London!
It was the day before Christmas, and the most peculiar thing happened to me. I was standing in the middle of Oxford Street, the busiest part of London, trying to find a taxi. The snow was falling thick and fast, and the wind was cutting like a knife. I was shivering in my thin coat, wishing I were somewhere else—anywhere else.
Suddenly, I saw an advertisement. It was a poster of the Grand Hotel, a famous landmark in London. The poster showed a luxurious room with a view of the Thames and a roaring fire in the grate. Beside the fire was a comfortable armchair. The caption read: "Escape to the Country—For the Price of a Cup of Coffee."
"Escape to the country," I whispered to myself. "For the price of a cup of coffee." It sounded too good to be true. But I was desperate. I didn't care if it was a scam or not. I just wanted to get out of London.
I ran to the nearest phone booth and dialed the number on the poster. A cheerful voice answered.
"Yes, sir? How can I help you?"
"I'd like to book a room for tonight," I said. "For one night only."
"Certainly, sir. May I have your name?"
"John Smith," I lied. "And I need to get there as soon as possible."
"Very well, sir. A taxi will be there in ten minutes."
I hung up the phone and ran to the corner. A black taxi pulled up, and I jumped in.
"Where to, sir?" the driver asked.
"The Grand Hotel," I said.
The drive was a blur. The snow was falling so heavily that I could barely see the road. But I didn't care. I was getting out of London.
When we arrived at the Grand Hotel, I was breathless. The hotel was a magnificent building, with its imposing entrance and twinkling lights. I paid the driver and ran inside.
The lobby was warm and inviting. The smell of pine and fresh coffee filled the air. I walked up to the reception desk.
"I have a reservation," I said. "John Smith."
The receptionist looked at her computer. "Ah, yes. Mr. Smith. We have been expecting you."
She handed me a key. "Your room is on the fourth floor, number 404. The elevator is just over there."
"Thank you," I said. I took the elevator up to the fourth floor. Room 404 was exactly as the poster had described. There was a roaring fire in the grate, a comfortable armchair, and a large window with a view of the Thames.
I sat down in the armchair and closed my eyes. I was safe. I was warm. I was out of London.
I woke up to the sound of church bells ringing. It was Christmas morning. I looked out the window. The snow had stopped, and the sun was shining. The Thames was sparkling like diamonds.
I got up and got dressed. I decided to go for a walk. I walked down to the river and sat on a bench. I watched the boats passing by. I felt a sense of peace that I hadn't felt in years.
Later that morning, I went down to the dining room for breakfast. The hotel was decorated with holly and ivy. The waiters were wearing crisp white shirts and black ties.
I sat down at a table by the window. A waiter approached me.
"Good morning, sir. Can I get you some coffee?"
"Yes, please," I said. "And some eggs, bacon, and toast."
"Right away, sir."
I waited for my breakfast to arrive. While I was waiting, I read the newspaper. I was surprised to see that the headline read: "Grand Hotel to Close for Renovation."
I looked around the room. The other guests were eating their breakfast, chatting and laughing. They had no idea that their hotel was about to close.
When my breakfast arrived, I ate it slowly. I wanted to savor every moment. I knew that this was the last time I would ever be in this hotel.
After breakfast, I went back to my room. I packed my bags. I took one last look at the fire in the grate. It was still roaring.
I took one last look at the view of the Thames. It was still sparkling like diamonds.
I took one last look at the comfortable armchair. It was still waiting for me.
I left the key on the desk and walked out of the room. I walked out of the hotel and into the bright sunlight. I walked down the street, away from the Grand Hotel, away from London.
I didn't look back. I didn't need to. I knew that I would never forget this place. I knew that this was the best Christmas present I had ever received.
第二课：The Old Man and the Sea
He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf Stream and he had gone eighty-four days now without taking a fish. In the first forty days a boy had been with him. But after forty days without a fish the boy’s parents had told him that the old man was now "salao," which is the worst form of unlucky, and the boy had gone at their orders in another boat. It had been a good year for the fish. The boy loved the old man and he loved the fish, and now he knew they were both gone.
On the eighty-fifth day the old man set out alone in his skiff. He rowed out past the normal fishing grounds, deep into the Gulf Stream. The sea was blue and deep, and the air was warm. He rowed all day and all night, and he did not see a single fish.
The next morning, he saw a bird flying low over the water. He knew that birds were a sign of fish. He steered his skiff towards the bird. Suddenly, he saw a line going down into the water. He lowered his fishing line.
At first, nothing happened. Then, the line began to vibrate. It pulled tight. The old man grabbed the line and set the hook. He reeled in the line slowly and carefully. He could feel the weight of the fish. It was a big fish.
He pulled and pulled, but the fish was too strong. It pulled the skiff across the water. The old man fought with the fish all day. He was tired, but he refused to give up. He knew that this fish was the biggest he had ever caught.
That night, he tied the skiff to the dock with a rope and lay down on the deck. He dreamed of lions playing on a beach in Africa.
The next morning, he was ready to catch the fish. He saw that the fish was huge. It was a marlin. It was the biggest marlin he had ever seen. He fought with the fish for two more days. He was exhausted. He had no food or water. He was bruised and cut.
On the third day, the fish tired. The old man saw its chance. He threw his harpoon and struck the fish in the heart. The fish was dead. He lashed the marlin to his skiff and began the long journey home.
The old man was proud. He had caught the biggest fish in the sea. But his troubles were not over. Sharks were attracted to the smell of blood. They attacked the marlin, eating it piece by piece.
The old man fought the sharks with his harpoon and his knife. He killed many of them, but he could not save the fish. By the time he returned to the harbor, only the skeleton of the marlin remained.
The fishermen in the harbor admired the skeleton. It was a magnificent sight. The boy, who was with another boat, saw the old man coming in. He went to meet him.
"I caught a fish," the old man said.
"It was a big fish," the boy said. "You have to go out again tomorrow."
"Yes," the old man said. "I will go out again tomorrow."
The old man was tired, but he was happy. He had done his best. He had fought with courage and determination. He knew that he would catch another fish someday.
第六册
第一课：The Gift of the Magi
One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one bought credence in the existence of the other three products of commerce, and felt the aura of reality which comes to one who has had the sagacity to pay his debts.
The Dillingham's had everything they wanted for the holidays, except a chiming clock. So the next day Jim got his old brown hunting-knife and polished it until it shone like a mirror. Then he waited. Three times a day for a week, he stood in front of the window, but the day of the party was not yet come.
Della did what she wanted to do. She sold her beautiful hair to a wig maker for twenty dollars. With the money, she bought a platinum fob chain for Jim’s watch. She was so excited that she was late for the party.
When Jim came home, he looked at Della. He looked at her with a strange expression. "Della," he said, "I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs."
Della’s eyes filled with tears. "Jim, don't worry about it," she said. "I sold my hair to buy your chain."
They both laughed. They realized that they had both made sacrifices, but their gifts were not what they expected. But they loved each other more than anything else.
The Magi, wise men who brought gifts to the baby Jesus, were the first to give Christmas gifts. Among them, the wisest was the one who gave the two most valuable gifts. They were the ones who gave the best gifts.
第二课：The Yellow Wall-paper
I am getting strangely well to-day. I think that little strain has been uppermost all day. It is so pleasant to feel the dust-dry air playing on my cheek! I ought to have thanked John for calling it a "slight hysterical tendency." It is so easy to be clever.
John is a physician, and perhaps—(I would not say it to a living soul, of course, but this is internal and external evidence)—he does not believe I am sick! And what can one do? If a person keeps all their mental and physical forces concentrated in one direction, how can they be stimulated to another?
John says the very worst thing I can do is to think about my condition, and I confess it always makes me feel bad. So I will let it alone and talk about the house. We have a lovely place here. It is rather a handsome colonial mansion, on the outskirts of town, about a mile from the station. The reception-room is large, dim, and lofty, with windows that look out upon a side lawn. It has two windows, one at each end, and a door at the other end of it.
I have nothing to do, so I am writing a little at a time. I am getting fond of the room, in spite of the wallpaper. Perhaps because of the wallpaper. It dwells in my mind so! I lie here on this great immovable bed—it is nailed down, I believe—and follow that pattern about by the hour. It is as if I had to get used to something strange. My first impression would be a band of blue, so bright to compare with the gray walls and the dead furniture, yet so persistent that you think it must be the very effect of the light. Then there is a line of a yellow wall-paper. Striped across it is a faint zigzag of faded blue and delicate pink. I have discovered something wonderful. The front pattern does move—and no wonder! The woman behind shakes it! Sometimes I think there are a great many women behind, and sometimes only one, and she crawls around fast, and her crawling shakes it all over. Then in the very bright spots she keeps still, and in the very shady spots she just takes hold of the bars and shakes them hard.
第三课：To Kill a Mockingbird
When they saw me come in, they stopped talking. They looked at me with their heads cocked to one side. I knew they were waiting for me to say something. I didn't know what to say. I just stood there and looked at them.
"Hello," I said. "I'm Atticus Finch."
They didn't answer. They just looked at me. I felt uncomfortable. I wanted to leave.
"Can I help you?" I asked.
"We're looking for a lawyer," one of them said. "A man named Atticus Finch."
"I'm Atticus Finch," I said. "What can I do for you?"
"We have a problem," the man said. "My son has been accused of a crime. We need a lawyer."
"I'll help you," I said. "What kind of crime?"
"Murder," the man said.
I was shocked. "Murder? Are you sure?"
"Yes," the man said. "He says he didn't do it. But the evidence is against him."
I took the man's hand. "I'll do my best," I said.
I went to the courthouse. The trial was set for the next day. I prepared my case. I interviewed witnesses and reviewed the evidence.
When the trial began, the courtroom was packed. People from all over the county had come to see the trial. I stood up and addressed the jury.
"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury