晨讀夜誦.每天讀一點英語經典短篇小說精華（英漢對照）

2020年11月28日星期六 祝福晚安 天氣多雲氣溫13℃★晨讀夜誦★ 我現在剛好在操場上散步，今天夜晚的月色很美。已經快要12月份了，我還能活在13攝氏度的夜晚，還是應該好好感恩的，至少我的冬天沒有像在東北讀大學的時候那麼寒冷。在溫暖的地方，在溫暖的季節，自然要讀一點溫暖的書，才能度過暖暖的時光。 今天下午翻了很多英文書，我還是要好好學習一下外語的，明年就要回寒冷的東北考試了，我花了那麼多代價，如果最後還是不合格的話，那麼我會有遺憾吧，一個英語專業的人，如果最後卻沒有得到英語專業八級證書，總會有點遺憾的。 最近，我有在背誦聖經詩篇的英文版的經文，一個原因是可以練習英語，一個原因是我畢業論文要研究詩篇，這樣一舉兩得的事情，自然要好好的堅持下去了。 今天在圖書館坐了一天，聽了唐崇榮牧師的聖靈論的講座的直播，還參加了一下網絡大學生團契，抄了幾篇英文，晚上要出來活動活動，這樣才能在運動上達標，我每天至少要走兩萬步，現在我每天走四萬步是常態。總要讓自己的身心靈都足夠健康的活着。 現在好好欣賞柔情似水的月亮，還有唐崇榮牧師指揮的樂團的音樂，在操場上還有少數民族的音樂與舞蹈，再讀點書，人生的美好也不過如此。今晚早點休息，明天打扮飄亮一點，去教會參加主日禮拜。 Cat in the Rain 雨中的貓 There were only two Americans stopping at the hotel. They did not know any of the people they passed on the stairs on their way to and from their room. Their room was on the second floor facing the sea. It also faced the public garden and the war monument. There were big palms and green benches in the public garden. In the good weather there was always an artist with his easel. Artists liked the way the palms grew and the bright colors of the hotels facing the gardens and the sea. Italians came from a long way off to look up at the war monument. It was made of bronze and glistened in the rain. It was raining. The rain dripped from the palm trees. Water stood in pools on the gravel paths. The sea broke in a long line in the rain and slipped back down the beach to come up and break again in a long line in the rain. The motor cars were gone from the square by the war monument. Across the square in the doorway of the cafe a waiter stood looking out at the empty square. The American wife stood at the window looking out. Outside right under their window a cat was crouched under one of the dripping green tables. The cat was trying to make herself so compact that she would not be dripped on. “I’m going down and get that kitty,” the American wife said. “I’ll do it,” her husband offered from the bed. “No, I’ll get it. The poor kitty out trying to keep dry under a table.” The husband went on reading, lying propped up with the two pillows at the foot of the bed. “Don’t get wet,” he said. The wife went downstairs and the hotel owner stood up and bowed to her as she passed the office. His desk was at the far end of the office. He was an old man and very tall. “Il piove,” the wife said. She liked the hotel-keeper. “Si, si, Signora, brutto tempo. It is very bad weather.” He stood behind his desk in the far end of the dim room. The wife liked him. She liked the deadly serious way he received any complaints. She liked his dignity. She liked the way he wanted to serve her. She liked the way he felt about being a hotel-keeper. She liked his old, heavy face and big hands. Liking him she opened the door and looked out. It was raining harder. A man in a rubber cape was crossing the empty square to the cafe. The cat would be around to the right. Perhaps she could go along under the eaves. As she stood in the doorway an umbrella opened behind her. It was the maid who looked after their room. “You must not get wet,” she smiled, speaking Italian. Of course, the hotel-keeper had sent her. With the maid holding the umbrella over her, she walked along the gravel path until she was under their window. The table was there, washed bright green in the rain, but the cat was gone. She was suddenly disappointed. The maid looked up at her. “Ha perduto qualque cosa, Signora?” “There was a cat,” said the American girl. “A cat?” “Si, il gatto.” “A cat?” the maid laughed. “A cat in the rain?” “Yea,” she said, “under the table.” Then, “Oh, I wanted it so much. I wanted a kitty.” When she talked English the maid’s face tightened. “Come, Signora,” she said. “We must get back inside. You will be wet.” “I suppose so,” said the American girl. They went back along the gravel path and passed in the door. The maid stayed outside to close the umbrella. As the American girl passed the office, the padrone bowed from his desk. Something felt very small and tight inside the girl. The padrone made her feel very small and at the same time really important. She had a momentary feeling of being of supreme importance. She went on up the stairs. She opened the door of the room. George was on the bed, reading. “Did you get the cat?” he asked, putting the book down. “It was gone.” “Wonder where it went to,” he said, resting his eyes from reading. She sat down on the bed. “I wanted it so much,” she said. “I don’t know why I wanted it so much. I wanted that poor kitty. It isn’t any fun to be a poor kitty out in the rain.” George was reading again. She went over and sat in front of the mirror of the dressing table looking at herself with the handglass. She studied her profile, first one side and then the other. Then she studied the back of her head and her neck. “Don’t you think it would be a good idea if I let my hair grow out?” she asked, looking at her profile again. George looked up and saw the back of her neck clipped close like a boy’s. “I like it the way it is.” “I get so tired of it,” she said. “I get so tired of looking like a boy.” George shifted his position in the bed. He hadn’t looked away from her since she stared to speak. “You look pretty darn nice,” he said. She laid the mirror down on the dresser and went over to the window and looked out. It was getting dark. “I want to pull my hair back tight and smooth and make a big knot at the back that I can feel,” she said. “I want to have a kitty to sit on my lap and purr when I stroke her.” “Yeah?” George said from the bed. “And I want to eat at a table with my own silver and I want candles. And I want it to be spring and I want to brush my hair out in front of a mirror and I want a kitty and I want some new clothes.” “Oh, shut up and get something to read,” George said. He was reading again. His wife was looking out of the window. It was quite dark now and still raining in the palm trees. “Anyway, I want a cat,” she said, “I want a cat. I want a cat now. If I can’t have long hair or any fun I can have a cat.” George was not listening. He was reading his book. His wife looked out of the window where the light had come on in the square. Someone knocked at the door. “Avanti,” George said. He looked up from his book. In the doorway stood the maid. She held a big tortoise-shell cat pressed tight against her and swung down against her body. “Excuse me,” she said, “the padrone asked me to bring this for the Signora.” 留宿在旅館裏的美國人只有兩個。樓梯上進出房間的人很多，但是他們一個也不認識。他們的房間在二樓，面對着海，也面對着公園和戰爭紀念碑。公園裏有高大的棕櫚樹和綠色的長椅。天氣好的時候，總有個藝術家帶着畫架來寫生。藝術家們喜歡棕櫚樹的長勢和麪向公園與海的旅館的明快色彩。意大利人遠道而來就是爲了看那座戰爭紀念碑。碑是用青銅做的，在雨中閃閃發亮。天正下着雨，雨水從棕櫚樹上滴下來，在礫石路上積水成池。 大海在雨中翻起一線長長的浪花，海浪從沙灘上悄悄退去，接着又洶湧而來，再次在大雨中翻起了浪花。汽車從戰爭紀念碑旁邊的廣場開過去。廣場對面的咖啡店門口站着一個侍者，他正望着空蕩蕩的廣場。 那個美國人的妻子站在窗口，眺望着外面的景色。在他們窗戶下面，一隻貓正蜷縮在一張滴着水的綠色桌子底下。那隻貓盡力縮成一團，生怕被雨淋了。 “我要下去救救小貓。”美國人的妻子說。 “還是我去吧。”她丈夫在牀上說道。 “不，我去吧。那隻可憐的小貓正在桌子底下躲雨呢。” 丈夫繼續靠在牀腳的兩個枕頭上看書。 “別把自己淋着了。”他說道。 他妻子下樓去了，當她走過櫃檯時，旅館老闆站起來，向她鞠了一躬。他的辦公桌在辦公室的最裏頭。他是個個子很高的老頭。 “下雨了！”美國人的妻子說。她喜歡這位旅館老闆。 “是的，是的，太太。天氣太糟糕了，太糟糕了。” 他站在那昏暗的房間盡頭的辦公桌後面。這位妻子喜歡他。她喜歡他接受任何抱怨時非常嚴肅的姿態。她喜歡他舉止端莊。她喜歡他那樂於爲她效勞的模樣。她喜歡他那當老闆的自豪感。她喜歡他那久經滄桑的臉龐和大手。 她像他一樣推開門往外看。雨下得更大了。一個穿着橡膠披風的男人正穿過空蕩蕩的廣場，朝咖啡店走去。那隻貓應該就在右邊吧。也許她能沿着屋檐下面走過去。當她站在門口時，一把傘在她身後撐開了，她身後站着負責打掃他們房間的女侍者。 “您千萬別淋溼了。”她操着一口意大利語微笑着說道。顯然，是老闆派她來的。 女侍者給她撐着傘，她沿着礫石路走到他們的窗子下面。桌子還在，已經被雨水沖洗得綠閃閃的，可是貓不見了。她突然感到大失所望起來。女侍者抬起頭來看着她。 “您找什麼，太太？” “剛纔這裏有只貓。”美國女士說道。 “一隻貓？” “是的，它跑了。” “一隻貓？”女侍者笑了，“雨中的貓？” “是的，”她說，“剛纔還在桌子底下呢。”接着她又說：“我太想要它了。我很想要只貓。” 當她開口說英語時，女侍者開始顯得緊張起來。 “來吧，太太，”她說，“我們必須進去了，否則你會被淋溼的。” “我想也是。”美國女士說。 她們順着礫石路往回走，進了門，女侍者在門外收起了傘。 當美國女士經過辦公室時，老闆在辦公桌後面向她鞠了一躬。一陣莫名其妙的不適與緊張感在她心頭掠過，這位旅館老闆有時候讓她感到很重要，有時候卻又感到很渺小。一瞬間，一種至高無上的感覺油然而生。她走上樓梯，推開房門。喬治還在牀上看書。 “抓到貓了嗎？”他放下書問道。 “它跑了。” “真納悶兒它跑哪兒去了。”他邊說邊將目光從書上移開了。她坐在牀上。“我太想要它了，”她說，“我也不知道我爲什麼這麼想要它。我想要那隻可憐的小貓。讓一隻可憐的小貓在雨中淋着可不是一件好玩的事情。” 喬治又開始看起了書。 她走到梳妝檯的鏡子前，拿起手鏡開始端詳鏡子裏的自己。從這一側看到那一側，然後再轉向腦後和脖子處。 “你難道不覺得我把頭髮留長是個好主意嗎？”她問他，然後繼續欣賞自己。 喬治抬起頭來，發現她脖子後面剪得像個男孩。 “我喜歡你現在這個樣子。” “可我已經厭倦自己現在的樣子了，”她說，“我不想再像個男孩了。” 喬治在牀上挪了挪位置。自從她開始說話，他就一直注視着她。 “你看起來美極了。”他說。 她把鏡子放在梳妝檯上，走到窗口往外看。天漸漸黑了。 “我想把頭髮梳得又緊又順，然後在後面盤一個我能感覺到的髮髻。”她說，“我想要那隻貓坐在我的腿上，我一摸它，它就喵喵地叫。” “是嗎？”喬治躺在牀上說道。 “我還想用自己的銀器喫飯，而且我還想點上蠟燭。我想現在就是春天，我想在鏡子前梳個頭，我想要一隻小貓，我想要一些新衣服。” “噢，別說了！還是找點書看看吧。”喬治說。他又在繼續看書了。 他的妻子正望着窗外。天很黑了，雨水仍拍打着棕櫚樹。 “不管怎樣，我想要一隻貓。”她說，“我想要一隻貓。我現在就想要一隻貓。如果我不能留長頭髮或者享有其他什麼樂趣的話，我能有隻貓也挺好的。” ～～～

收集很多作者的短篇小說，風格各有不同，說實話，我並沒有看英文，但是值得一讀！

“I have come to this lonely place and here is this other,”

提高閱讀能力還是很好的，不用精讀，快速泛讀。