Charlotte’s Web《夏洛特的网》

【作者】：E·B·怀特（1899－1985），美国当代著名散文家、评论家，以散文名世，“其文风冷峻清丽，辛辣幽默，自成一格”。生于纽约蒙特弗农，毕业于康奈尔大学。作为《纽约客》主要撰稿人的怀特一手奠定了影响深远的 “《纽约客》文风”。怀特对这个世界上的一切都充满关爱，他的道德与他的文章一样山高水长。除了他终生挚爱的随笔之外，他还为孩子们写了三本书：《斯图尔特鼠小弟》（又译《精灵鼠小弟》）、《夏洛的网》与《吹小号的天鹅》（又译《天鹅的喇叭》），同样成为儿童与成人共同喜爱的文学经典。其中最受欢迎的就是《夏洛的网》，至今已经发行5000万册以上，拥有20多种文字的译本。在美国1976年《出版周刊》搞的一次读者调查中，这本童话位居“美国十佳儿童文学名著”中的首位，可见它受欢迎的程度。

【主要内容】：

在朱克曼家的谷仓里，快乐的生活着一群动物。小猪威尔伯和蜘蛛夏洛建立了真挚的友谊。然而一个最丑恶的消息拓破了谷仓里的平静：威尔伯在圣诞节将会被人杀死，做成熏肉火腿！作为一只猪，悲痛欲绝的威尔伯似乎只能接受任人宰割的命运了。然而看似渺小的小蜘蛛夏洛却说：“我救你。”于是，夏洛在猪栏上织出了被人类视为奇迹的网上文字，这些赞美威尔伯的文字彻底改变了威尔伯的命运，终于让威尔伯在集市的大赛上赢得特别奖，和一个安享天年的未来。但，在这时，蜘蛛夏洛的生命也走到了尽头……

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 Charlotte’s Web佳句集锦1 摘记版

Chapter 1

??1.情绪描写：

1）伤心：Tears trickled down her cheeks and she took hold of the ax and tried to pull it out of her father's hand.  P3

2）愤怒："But it's unfair," cried/yelled Fern. "The pig couldn't help being born small, could it? If I had been very small at birth, would you have killed me?"  （虚拟语气）   P3

??2.动作描写：

1）Fern pushed a chair out of the way and rushed outdoors.  弗恩一把推开椅子，跑到户外。  P1

2）Mr.Arable smiled. “Certainly not,” he said, looking down at his daughter with love/affection.

低头宠溺地看着他的女儿         P3

3）As she approached her chair, the carton wobbled(晃动), and there was a scratching (抓挠的)noise.  当她走近她的椅子时，盒子摇晃了一下，然后传来了刮擦的声音。     P4

4）Then she opened the lid again, lifted the pig out, and held it against her cheek. 贴在她的脸上  P4

5）She poured the warm milk into the bottle, fitted the nipple (奶嘴)over the top, and handed it to Fern.  P5

6）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.    P6

7）“Run!” commanded Mrs. Arable, taking the pig from Fern and slipping a doughnut into her hand. “跑!阿拉布尔太太命令着，把小猪从芬手里抱过来，又把一个油煎圈饼塞到她手里。 P7

8）She just sat and stared out of the window, thinking what a blissful world it was and how lucky she was to have entire charger of a pig. 她只是坐在那里，盯着窗外，想着这是一个多么幸福的世界，她是多么幸运，能拥有一头小猪。 P7  

??3.环境描写： 

1) The grass was wet and the earth smelled of springtime. 草是湿的，大地散发着春天的气息。 P1

2) The kitchen table was set for breakfast, and the room smelled of coffee, bacon, damp plaster, and wood smoke from the stove.  P3  厨房的桌子上已经摆好了早餐，房间里弥漫着咖啡、熏肉、潮湿的灰泥以及从炉子里冒出来的柴火烟的味道。

??4神态（外貌）描写： 

1）A queer look came/ flashed over John Arable’s face.

约翰·阿拉布尔的脸上掠过一种奇怪的表情。 P3

2）The morning light shone through its ears, turning them pink.

早晨的阳光洒在它的耳朵上，把它们映得粉红色。 P4

3）He was heavily armed --- an air rifle in one hand, and a wooden dagger in the other.

他全副武装 -----一只手里拿着一把气枪，另一只手攥着一把木制匕首。  P4

??5. 众“说”纷纭：

1）“Out to the hoghouse(猪圈)，” replied Mrs. Arable.    P1

2）“I don’t see why he needs an ax,” continued Fern.   P1

3）"Do away with it?"（要弄死它） shrieked Fern. 尖叫  P1      shriek with terror 害怕地尖叫

4）“Please don’t kill it!”she sobbed.    P2

5）“Control myself?” yelled Fern. “This is a matter of life and death, an you talk about controlling myself.”    P2

6）Fern couldn’t take her eyes off the tiny pig. “Oh,” she whispered. “Oh, look at him! He’s absolutely perfect.” 不错眼珠地看着这头小小猪，轻声赞美到，“哦，快看呀，他漂亮极了！”  P4

7）“What’s that?” he demanded. “What’s Fern got?”  他问道    P4

??6.其他：

1.There, inside, looking up at her, was the white newborn pig.  倒装句   P4

2.The school bus honked from the road. 路边传来校车的喇叭声。  P7  honk n. v.（按）汽车喇叭声

原文呈现 中英文版

Chapter 1 Before Breakfast

"Where's Papa going with the ax?" said Fern to her mother as they were setting the table for breakfast.

　　"Out to the hoghouse," 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 to anything. So your father has decided to do away with it.""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 injustice I 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 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 new-born 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 miserable thing a pig? That's a fine specimen 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 world of injustice.

　　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 bed promptly. 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 appetite and 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.