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American Story : The White Circle <4>

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【整理】--春山如笑

'I do not want anyone to step inside the white circle or to touch the rope that holds the fork, never. '

'I do not want to play a foolish game. ' said Anvol.

'All right, ' I said, 'but play just one game of prisoner's circle with me first. Get in the Circle, shut your eyes and begin to count. '

'Oh all right. ' Anvol agreed weakly. 'One, two, three. . . '

'Get right in the middle of the circle. ' I told him, 'and count slowly so I can hide. ' Anvol counted slower, 'Four. . . five. . . six. '

I looked at him once again. Then climbed up to the floor above where the rope was tied. I pulled on the rope with all my power. The fork dropped with a whizzing sound. Anvol must felt something was wrong because he jumped out of the way in time. The heavy fork buried its sharp points deep in the barn floor. For a moment, Anvol stood very still. He turned around and saw the shining steel fork. His face turned a light green color. The muscles in his legs moved up and down. After a few quiet moments of surprised wonder, he reached into a shirt and pulled out my apples one by one. He dropped them on the barn floor.

'You can have your smelly old apples. ' he said, 'You tried to kill me for a few smelly apples. Your old man owns everything around here. I haven't got a thing of my own. Go ahead and keep your old apples. ' He got to his feet, and slowly walked out of the barn door. I had not moved or said one word. A moment later, I ran and picked the apples from the floor.

'Anvol, Anvol!'

He continued walking across the field. I shouted louder, 'Anvol, wait. You can have the apples. ' Anvol climbed the fence and did not looked back. He walked toward the store down the road.

Three birds flew out of the barn door, squeaking and squawking. Now only the grey steel fork was left. There was a lone shining accusing me in the silence and emptiness of the barn.
点!尔何如?鼓瑟希,铿尔,舍瑟而作,对曰:异乎三子者之撰。子曰:何伤乎?亦各言其志也。曰:莫春者,春服既成,冠者五六人,童子六七人,浴乎沂,风乎舞雩,咏而归。夫子喟然叹曰:吾与点也。
homework

"I do not want anyone to step inside the white circle, or to touch the rope that holds the fork. Never. "
"I do not want to play a foolish game", said Anvol. "All right", I said, "but play just one game of Prisoner's Circle with me first. Get in the circle, shut your eyes and begin to count." "Oh all right.” Anvol agreed weakly. "One, two, three..." "Get right into the middle of the circle.” I told him, "and count slowly, so I can hide." Anvol counted slower. "Four, five, six..."
I looked at him once again, then climbed up to the floor above where the rope was tied. I pulled on the rope with all my power. The fork dropped with a whizzing sound. Anvol must have felt something was wrong, because he jumped out of the way in time. The heavy fork buried its sharp points deep in the barn floor.
For a moment, Anvol stood, very still. He turned around and saw the shining steel fork. His face turned a light green color, the muscles in his neck moved up and down. After a few quite moments of surprise and wonder, he reached into his shirt, and pulled out my apples, one by one. He dropped them on the barn floor.
"You can have your smelly * apples.” he said, "You tried to kill me for a few smelly apples. Your old man owns everything around here; I haven't got a thing on my own. Go ahead and keep your apples." He got to his feet and slowly walked out of the barn door.
I had not moved or said one word. A moment later, I ran and picked the apples from the floor. "Anvol, Anvol!" He continued walking across the field. I shouted louder, "Anvol wait! You can have the apples!" Anvol climbed the fence and did not look back. He walked to the store, down the road.
Three birds flew out of the barn door, screaking and squawking. Now only the grey steel old fork was left. There it was, alone, shining, accusing me in the silence and emptiness of the barn.
PUT~见了他,她变得很低很低,低到尘埃里,但她心里是喜欢的,从尘埃里开出花来。
And what they did, what they created was greater than art, because you live your life in it.
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homework

"I do not want anyone to step inside the white circle, or to touch the rope that holds the fork. Never. ""I do not want to play a foolish game", said Anvol. "All right", I said, "but play just one game of Prisoner's Circle with me first. Get in the circle, shut your eyes and begin to count." "Oh all right.” Anvol agreed weakly. "One, two, three..." "Get right into the middle of the circle.” I told him, "and count slowly, so I can hide." Anvol counted slower. "Four, five, six..."

I looked at him once again, then climbed up to the floor above where the rope was tied. I pulled on the rope with all my power. The fork dropped with a whizzing sound. Anvol must have felt something was wrong, because he jumped out of the way in time. The heavy fork buried its sharp points deep in the barn floor. For a moment, Anvol stood, very still. He turned around and saw the shining steel fork. His face turned a light green color, the muscles in his neck moved up and down. After a few quite moments of surprise and wonder, he reached into his shirt, and pulled out my apples, one by one. He dropped them on the barn floor. "You can have your smelly apples.” he said, "You tried to kill me for a few smelly apples. Your old man owns everything around here; I haven't got a thing on my own. Go ahead and keep your apples." He got to his feet and slowly walked out of the barn door.
I had not moved or said one word. A moment later, I ran and picked the apples from the floor. "Anvol, Anvol!" He continued walking across the field. I shouted louder, "Anvol wait! You can have the apples!" Anvol climbed the fence and did not look back. He walked to the store, down the road.

Three birds flew out of the barn door, screaking and squawking. Now only the grey steel old fork was left. There it was, alone, shining, accusing me in the silence and emptiness of the barn.
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Homework~
为什么找不到第三期的页面啊!所以只好发这里了~我不是故意的。。。版主大人想删就删吧!
第三期已经在听力区的第二页了;另外,在本帖【完整音频下载】的下方有【进入上一期】的超链接,可以直接点进去滴~(才发现出了点小差错 sad.gif 已修正!)当然不会删袅,欢迎参与听写 biggrin.gif 尤其在除夕,勤劳的桐子,赞一个 laugh.gif --春山

that was true then, I did not hate him. He did and throws stone that me all the way home. But today was different, he was stealing my apples, I had no soft feelings for him. He stood over me and kept telling not to cry. I'm not crying, or ranching nap. But you are still anger, no, I'm not, that was a little, but I'm not any more around the eyes. I don't know. Let's go to the bar to play. Play what? Amber looked at me with surprise. He did not know if he should be a friend, or an enemy. "We play anything", I said. "Come on," I'll rash you to the bar. We get to the bar, and the first thing Amber saw was a white circle that my father had painted on the floor. "What is that for?" "Nothing." I answered. I was not ready to use my plan yet. We jump from the to the floor a few times. Later, I felt ready. "That’s no fun," I said, "let's play prisoner circle." "Oh, what's that?" Amber asked, as if it was too big to play foolish games. I was even excited. I did not trust myself to look at the circle on the floor. Amber might learn my plan if I did. Nor did I look up at the top of the bar just above the circle. I know what was that. It was a big, still fork to pick up higrace and place it on the track. It had two long, sharp points. a man had come to the bar to build it. For days he worked until the place the pan out of the week. the fork could be lied down by a row and was tied to a pool. I remember the first day it was tested. My father called all the workers from the fell to watch. I did not remember the details, but something went wrong. The fork fell and bared itself in the back of one of the horses. Father said a little, he simply painted a white circle on the bar floor for .he pulled the big still fork back up to the top, and tie the row pen where no one could reach it. Then he said quietly with a white face
天空留不下飞鸟的痕迹,但我已飞过!
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"I do not want anyone to step inside the white circle or to touch the rope that holds the fork, never. "

"I do not want to play a foolish game. " said Anvol.

"All right, " I said, "but play just one game of prisoner's circle with me first. Get in the Circle, shut your eyes and begin to count. "

"Oh all right. " Anvol agreed weakly. "One, two, three. . . "

"Get right in the middle of the circle. " I told him, "and count slowly so I can hide. " Anvol counted slower, "Four. . . five. . . six. "

I looked at him once again. Then climbed up to the floor above where the rope was tied. I pulled on the rope with all my power. The fork dropped with a whizzing sound. Anvol must felt something was wrong because he jumped out of the way in time. The heavy fork buried its sharp points deep in the barn floor. For a moment, Anvol stood very still. He turned around and saw the shining steel fork. His face turned a light green color. The muscles in his legs moved up and down. After a few quiet moments of surprised wonder, he reached into a shirt and pulled out my apples one by one. He dropped them on the barn floor.

"You can have your smelly old apples. " he said, "You tried to kill me for a few smelly apples. Your old man owns everything around here. I haven't got a thing of my own. Go ahead and keep your old apples. " He got to his feet, and slowly walked out of the barn door. I had not moved or said one word. A moment later, I ran and picked the apples from the floor.

"Anvol, Anvol!"

He continued walking across the field. I shouted louder, "Anvol, wait. You can have the apples. " Anvol climbed the fence and did not looked back. He walked toward the store down the road.

Three birds flew out of the barn door, squeaking and squawking. Now only the grey steel /old/ fork was left. There was a lone shining accusing me in the silence and emptiness of the barn.

tongue.gif Homework~
I do not want anyone to step inside the white circle, or it touch the row. that the fork, never. "I do not want to play a foolish game," said Ambo, "all right," I said. " But play just one game of prisoner circle with me first, get in the circle, such as your arms and begin to count." oh, all right, Ambo agreed lately,” one, two, three,..." "Get right in the middle of the circle," I told him, "and count slowly, so I can ." Ambo counted slower. " Four, five, six, ..." I looked at him once again, then climbed up to the floor above where the row was tied. I pulled on the row with all my power, the fork jup whit a within sound. Ambo must found something was wrong, because he jumped out of the way in time. The heavy fork berried its sharp points deep in the bared floor. For a moment, Ambo stood very still. He turned around and saw the shining still fork. His face turned a light green color, the muscles in his neck moved up and down. After a few quiet moments of surprise and wonder, he reached into a shirt and pulled out my apples one by one. He jup the "you can have you smelly old apples," he said," you try to kill me for a few smelly apples." "You man owes everything around him. I haven't got a thing of my own." "Go ahead, and keep your apples." he got to his feet, and slowly walked out of the bard's door. I had not moved, or said one word. A moment later, I ran and picked the apples from the floor. "Ambo, Ambo," he continued walked across the field,” Ambo, wait, you can have the apples." Ambo climbed the fence and did not look back; he walked out the store, down the road. Three birds flew out of the bard's door, swaken and swoken. Now only the great still fork was left, there it was, alone, shining, quizzing me in the silence and emptiness of the bard.
天空留不下飞鸟的痕迹,但我已飞过!
Homework... laugh.gif

.....I do not want anyone to step inside the white circle or to touch the rope that holds the fork,never.
"I do not want to play a foolish game."said Anvol.
"All right."I said,"But play just one game of prisoner circle with me first.Get in the circle,shut your eyes and begin to count."
"Oh all right."Anvol agreed weakly.
"One,two,three"
"Get right in the middle of the circle."I told him,"and count slowly so i can hide."
Anvol counted slower:"four,five,six..."
I looked at him once again. Then climbed up to the floor above where the rope was tied.I pulled on the rope with all my power.The fork dropped with the whizzing sound. Anvol must feel something was wrong because he jumped out of the way in time.The heavy fork buried the sharp points deep in the barn floor.
For a moment, Anvol stood very still. He turned around and saw the shining steel fork.His face turned a light green colour.The muscles in his leg moved up and down.After a few quiet moments of surprise wonder,he reached into a shirt and pulled out my apples one by one.He dropped them on the barn floor.
"You can have your smelly apple,"he said,"you tried to kill me for a few smelly apples.Your old man owned everything around here,i haven't got a thing of my own.Go ahead and keep your apples."
He get to his feet and slowly walked out of the barn door.I have not moved or said one word.A moment later.I ran and picked the apples on the floor.
"Anvol,Anvol..."he continued to walk across the field.
I shouted louder,"Anvol, wait! You can have the apples."
Anvol climbed the fence and did not look back.He walked towards the store down the road.
Three birds flew out of the barn door,squeaking and squawking.Now only the grey steel fork was left.There was a long,shining,accusing me in the silence and emptiness of the barn."
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homework

"I do not want anyone to step inside the white circle or to touch the rope that holds the fork. Never!"

"I do not want to play a foolish game", said Anvol.
"All right", I said, "but play just one game of Prisoner's Circle with me first. Get in the circle, shut your eyes and begin to count."
"Oh all right.” Anvol agreed weakly.
"One, two, three..."
"Get right into the middle of the circle.” I told him, "and count slowly, so I can hide." Anvol counted slower. "Four, five, six..."
I looked at him once again, then climbed up to the floor above where the rope was tied. I pulled on the rope with all my power. The fork dropped with a whizzing sound. Anvol must have felt something was wrong, because he jumped out of the way in time. The heavy fork buried its sharp points deep in the barn floor.
For a moment, Anvol stood, very still. He turned around and saw the shining steel fork. His face turned a light green color, the muscles in his neck moved up and down.
After a few quite moments of surprise and wonder, he reached into his shirt and pulled out my apples, one by one. He dropped them on the barn floor.
"You can have your smelly old apples." he said, "You tried to kill me for a few smelly apples. Your old man owns everything around here. I haven't got a thing on my own. Go ahead and keep your apples." He got to his feet and slowly walked out of the barn door.
I had not moved or said one word. A moment later, I ran and picked the apples from the floor.
"Anvol! Anvol!" He continued walking across the field.

I shouted louder, "Anvol wait! You can have the apples!" Anvol climbed the fence and did not look back. He walked toward the store, down the road.

Three birds flew out of the barn door, screaking and squawking. Now only the grey steel fork was left. There it was, alone, shining, accusing me in the silence and emptiness of the barn.
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Homework

 

"I do not want anyone to step inside the white circle, or to touch the rope that hold the folk, never."
 
"I do not want to play a foolish game." said Anvol.

 

"All right." I said, "But play just one game of prisoner's circle with me first. Get in the circle, shut your eyes and begin to count".

 

"Oh, all right." Anvol agreed weakly. "One, two, three"

 

"Get right in the middle of the circle." I told him "and count slowly so I can hide."

 

Anvol counted slower. "Four, five, Six...."

 

I looked at him once again and then climb up to the floor above where the rope was tied. I pulled on the rope with all my power. The folk dropped with a whizzing sound and Anvol must felt sth was wrong, because he jump out of the way in time. The heavy folk buried its sharp point deep in the barn floor.

 

For a moment, Anvol stood very still. He turned around and saw the shining still folk. His face turned a light green color. The muscle in his leg moved up and down. After a few quiet moment of surprise wonder, he reached into his shirt and pulled out my apples one by one. He dropped them on the barn floor.

 

"You can have your smelly old apples" he said,"You try to kill me for a few smelly apples. You old man own everything around here. I haven't got a thing of my own. Go head and keep your own apples."

 

He get to his feet and slowly walk down the barn door.I had not moved or said one word. A moment later, I ran and pick the apples from the floor.

"Anvol, Anvol", he continued walking across the field. I shouted louder. "Wait, you could have the apples."

 

Anvol climb the fence and did not look back. He walked toward the store down the road. Three birds flew out of the barn door squeaking and squaking. Now only the grey steel fork was left. There was alone shining accusing me in the silence and emptiness of the barn.

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