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发表于 2008-1-25 18:15
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亲爱的班长,为什么没有第四期呢,是不是因为结果太伤感了,所以你就不贴了... ???
Homework IV of Lost Phoebe After a while, he felt asleep with his head resting on his knees. When he awoke, it was still dark. The moon shot brightly through the trees. Henry saw light move across the road, it densed through the woods. Was it Phoebe? He jumped up, He was sure he could see her in that light. Yes, There she was. The young Phoebe he had known many years ago. Suddenly, he remembered her young beauty, her warm friendly smile. the blue dress she had wore when he first met her. “Phoebe,” he called, “have you really come? Have you really answered me?” He began to feel young and strong again. He run to followed the moving light. Then a soft wind blew through the leaves and she was gone. “Phoebe,” he cried, “Do not leave me. Please, please stay with me.” He ran as fast as his old legs would go. When he came to the top of the hill, he looked down into the valley of shadows below. Tears of happiness came into his eyes when he saw Phoebe again. Yes, There she was, down in the valley, smiling/ at him. She was in the same blue dress. She waved the hand and seemed to say, “Come, come with me.” Henry felt the strong pull of a new world where he and Phoebe would always be together. He gave a happy cry, “Wait, Phoebe, wait! I’m coming”. The next day, some farmer boys found Henry at the bottom of the hill. His body was broken. There was a soft happy smile on his face. The same smile he had known when Phoebe was alive. You have just heard “The Lost Phoebe”, written by Theador Dresser, it was published by “World Publishing Company” in 1947 in the book “Best short stories of Theador Dresser”. Your storyteller was Shep O’Neal. This story is copyrighted. All rights reserved. For VOA special English, this is Shirley Graffith. ======= Homework IV of Light and Gentle things He looked at the small head in the snow and the small white face of one who was not strong enough. He felt sorry for her. This feeling was new to him. He wondered how such a feeling would be part of another feeling that seemed so good. Very gently, Billy kissed her a third time. Then, he let her go and they stood up. He picked up her hat and put it on her head. They began to walk back toward the hall. The music came to them again as light as the snow that covered them. As they walked, her hand touched his. She didn't mean to do it. Her touch was just another part what now seemed to me, a world of light and gentle things. “Do you want to go back in the hall?” She asked. Her voice was low. She no longer looked so strong. “I guess not.” He answered. “Are you going in?” “I’d better.” she answered, “I came with friends. I’ll see you again, won’t I?” Her question surprised him. He had not thought about seeing her again. He was still lost in a dream, thinking of the day’s happenings, feeling the wonder and excitement of newborn things like the snowfall, the first spring flowers, the first feeling of grown up, becoming a man. Billy heard her asking again. “I’ll see you again, won’t I?” He shook his head. “You mean I won’t?” she said. “I mean you will.” He answered. She smiled and went inside. He began walking alone the road toward the valley. The snowfall seemed to be stopping, but he believed that it would last until he got home. You have just heard the American Story “Light and Gentle Things”. It was written my William Sayers for the New England Magazine called “Yankee”. Our narrator is Shep O’Neal. |
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