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轻松英语名作欣赏中学版(第4级下)(套装共4本)试读：
总目录
CONTENTS封面
版权信息
欧·亨利短篇小说＝O. Henry's Short Stories
堂·吉诃德＝Don Quix
悲惨世界＝Les Miserables
古希腊罗马神话＝The Age of Fable
目录
CONTENTS致读者
关于故事和说故事的人
如何使用本书
如何提高英语阅读能力
The Last Leaf 最后一片叶子
The Cop and the Anthem 警察与赞美诗
After Twenty Years 二十年后
译文
返回总目录致读者童年时代动人的童话故事和经典名著永远是人无法抹去的温情回忆。现在，你可以尽情沉浸在英文经典殿堂中，欣赏英文作品的原汁原味。“轻松英语名作欣赏”专为需要提高英语阅读及听力水平的各类读者而设计，系列中收录的都是大家耳熟能详的故事，简单而亲切。通过阅读和收听这套有声读物，你的英语阅读水平和理解能力都会得到明显的提高。
本系列分为五个级别，词汇量逐级扩大，“如何使用本书”和“如何提高英语阅读水平”提供了概括性的指导。另外，本系列还针对不同的故事内容设计了“你读懂了多少”（Comprehension Quiz），帮助你检测阅读理解的效果。“阅读准备”（Before You Read）以图文并茂的形式让读者对生词形成一定的感性认识，并在文中给出更详尽的注释。书后附有译文，帮助你更好地理解故事。本系列还配有精美的插图和“背景知识”（Understanding the Story），让你的阅读更加多姿多彩。
各书的内容由英语国家的专业编辑人员在标准美国英语的基础上，根据不同级别读者的语言水平进行改编，也可应用于英语课堂教学。
现在，让我们开始“轻松英语名作欣赏”听读的快乐体验吧！关于故事和说故事的人欧·亨利（1862～1910）O. Henry
欧·亨利原名威廉·西德尼·波特（William Sydney Porter），是美国最著名的短篇小说家之一，曾被评论界誉为“曼哈顿桂冠散文作家”和“美国现代短篇小说之父”。他出身于一个医师家庭，一生极富传奇性，曾当过药店学徒、牧童、会计员、土地局办事员、新闻记者和银行出纳员。在他担任银行出纳员时，被起诉挪用公款，因此他离家流亡到中美的洪都拉斯，后因回家探视病危的妻子被捕入狱。因表现良好，三年后他提前获释，迁居纽约，专门从事写作。
欧·亨利善用浪漫主义手法描写平凡事物，尤其是纽约社会底层小人物的生活。他的作品构思新颖，语言诙谐，结局常常出人意料，这种写作手法与他的名字紧密相联，成为他独特的风格，这些作品也以其幽默的生活情趣、“含泪的微笑”的特点被誉为“美国生活的幽默百科全书”。他的代表作有小说集《白菜与国王》、《四百万》、《命运之路》等，其中一些名篇如《爱的牺牲》、《警察与赞美诗》、《带家具出租的房间》、《麦琪的礼物》、《最后一片叶子》为他赢得了盛誉。《最后一片叶子》
可怜的约翰茜病得很重，无论苏怎么努力，她都没有好起来。医生说那是因为约翰茜放弃了生存的希望。她数着窗外常春藤上的叶子度日，等最后一片叶子落下，她也就要走了—多么荒唐的想法啊！老贝尔曼做了什么来挽救她？《警察与赞美诗》
天气渐渐转冷，索皮得找地方过冬了。他梦寐以求的过冬地点是一个监狱！他用尽浑身解数想要被警察逮捕，却始终无法梦想成真。就在他幡然醒悟，决定重新做人的那一刻，警察却站在了他的面前……《二十年后》
他不远千里赶到这里，来赴一个二十年前的约会。时间过得真快，原来的餐馆都已经拆了。他满怀期待地在寒风中等待，盼望好朋友能准时赴约。他还跟一位巡逻的警官讲述了这个二十年之约的故事。然而，当老朋友如约出现，他却高兴不起来了。如何使用本书
❶ 原汁原味的作品
英文简洁流畅，易于理解。
❷ 重点词汇（Key Words）
结合上下文给出了词性和词义。
❸ 一点通（OnePoit Lesson）
语法讲解简单明了。如何提高英语阅读能力第一步：避免不必要的阅读干扰，抓住关键词汇。
在阅读中，练习通过抓住句中关键词来把握整句的核心意义。如果你不认识某个单词，试着猜猜它的意思，不要马上就去查词典。培养根据上下文推测词义的能力非常关键，因为上下文是判断单词意思的重要途径。之后再通过查词典检查其释义。第二步：切分长句。
本书的正文部分是由长句拆分成的短句构成，便于初学者阅读。当你发现自己开始不满足于不断分行的短句时，就说明你的阅读水平已经提高了，可以阅读更高级别的图书了。第三步：经常性大量阅读。
想学好英语并没有捷径。只有那些进行大量阅读的学习者才能登上语言学习的顶峰。如果你经常大量地阅读英语作品，相信你的英语水平会有一个令人惊喜的提高。Before You Read 阅读准备Sue 苏I'm just a poor artist living with my best friend Johnsy. It's getting really cold, and Johnsy has come down with pneumonia. The doctor doesn't give Johnsy much hope of surviving. This breaks my heart!
我是个穷艺术家，和我的好朋友约翰茜住在一起。现在天气变得好冷啊，约翰茜得了肺炎。医生觉得她活下去的希望很渺茫。我的心都要碎了！Johnsy 约翰茜I feel so sick and I'm tired. I know I will die soon. I just want to hold on until the last leaf of the ivy branch falls. Soon the last leaf will fall, and I too will die.
我觉得很难受，疲惫不堪。我知道自己快要死了。我只想坚持到常春藤上最后一片叶子落下。那片叶子就快掉了，我也就要死了。Behrman 贝尔曼What is this nonsense? The little girl thinks she will die when a leaf falls from a vine? This is crazy! I must do something to protect the poor little thing.
这是什么鬼话！那个小姑娘认为常春藤的最后一片叶子一落，她就要死了？这真是荒唐！我得做点儿什么来保护这个小可怜儿。Soapy 索皮Brr! I guess it's time for me to arrange my annual winter trip to the Island. No, no, it's not an island in the Caribbean. It's the Island near New York City where the prison is. I just have to figure out how to get there.
哎哟哟！我觉得是时候了——我得安排一下，到岛上去过每年的冬假了。不，不是的，我说的可不是加勒比海上的岛屿，而是纽约市附近的那个岛，监狱就在那儿。我得好好合计一下，怎么才能去那儿呢？Jimmy 吉米Twenty years! That's how long it's been since I last saw my childhood friend. But tonight, we will meet again. That's right, we made an appointment to meet at the very restaurant where we parted ways 20 years ago. It's a hardware store now. Wait, there's someone at the doorway.
二十年了！我和儿时的伙伴都分开这么久了！不过今晚我们就要重逢了。是的，二十年前分道扬镳时，我们曾约定，要在分手的这家饭店再会。现在这里已经成了一家五金店了。等等，门口有个人。Bob 鲍勃Hey there. Do you know a guy named Jimmy Wells? I'm supposed to meet him right here, at 10 o'clock p.m. I wonder if Jimmy changed. I certainly have changed a bit myself. And I did pretty well.
你好，你认识一个叫吉米·韦尔斯的人吗？今晚十点，我要在这儿跟他见面。我不知道吉米有没有变化，我自己当然是已经变了不少，而且还混得挺不错。The Last Leaf最后一片叶子CHAPTER 1 Pneumonia Strikes第1章 病魔来袭
In a little district west of Washington Square, the streets have run crazy and have broken the district into strange shapes. This district is called Greenwich Village. An artist once discovered a valuable feature of this district. On such streets, it is very likely that a bill collector with a bill for paints, paper, and canvas would get lost while trying to find the address of the artist who owes him money! So, artists came in large numbers to quaint, old Greenwich Village.
At the top of an ugly, three-story brick apartment building, Sue and Johnsy rented a small studio. Sue was from Maine; Johnsy was from California. They had met at a small cafe on Eighth Street and found that their tastes in art, food, and clothes were so much alike that they decided to rent a place together. That was in May.
In November, a cold, unseen stranger whom the doctors called pneumonia came to Greenwich Village, touching people here and there with his icy fingers. A small woman with blood thinned by the warm California sun was no match for the tough and deadly illness. Johnsy got pneumonia, and it made her very ill. She lay, hardly moving, on her iron–framed bed, looking through the small window at the brick wall of the building next door.
One morning, the busy doctor invited Sue into the hallway. His eyes were sad under his bushy gray eyebrows.
"She has one chance in –let us say, ten," he said, as he looked at his clinical thermometer. "And that chance depends on her will to live. Sometimes when people give up trying to live, it doesn't matter what medicines I give. Your friend has decided, for some reason, that she is not going to get well."
"Is she worried about anything?" continued the doctor.
"She...she wanted to paint the Bay of Naples some day," said Sue.
"Paint? Nonsense! Does she have any important worries, like about a man, for instance?"
"A man?" asked Sue, with a touch of sarcasm in her voice. "Is a man worth dying for? But, no, doctor; there is nothing of the kind."
"Well, she is weak," said the doctor. "I will do all that science, as I understand it, can accomplish. But whenever my patient begins to count the days until her own funeral, I subtract 50 percent from the power of medicine to cure. If you could get her to ask one question about the new winter clothing styles, I will promise you a onein-five chance for her, instead of one-in-ten."
After the doctor had gone, Sue went into the workroom and cried her eyes dry. Then she walked carelessly into Johnsy's room with her drawing board, whistling a popular and lively tune.
Johnsy lay, scarcely making a move under the bedsheets, with her face toward the window. Sue stopped whistling, thinking she was asleep.
Sue arranged her board and began a pen-and-ink drawing to illustrate a magazine story. Young artists must find their ways to true Art by drawing pictures for magazine stories that young authors must write to find their ways to true Literature.
As Sue was sketching a pair of elegant trousers and a cowboy hat on the figure of the hero, an Idaho cowboy, she heard a low sound, several times repeated. She went quickly to the bedside.
Johnsy's eyes were open wide. She was looking out the window and counting–counting backward.
"Twelve," she said, and a little later, "eleven"; and then "ten," and "nine"; and then "eight" and "seven,"almost together.
Sue looked curiously out the window. What was there to count? There was only a bare, dreary yard to be seen, and the blank side of the brick building eight meters away. An old, old ivy vine climbed halfway up the brick wall. The cold breath of autumn had blown its leaves from the branches.
"What is it, dear?" asked Sue.
"Six," said Johnsy, in almost a whisper. "They're falling faster now. Three days ago, there were almost a hundred. It made my head ache to count them. But now it's easy. There goes another one. There are only five left now."
"Five what, dear? Tell your Susie."
"Leaves. On the ivy vine. When the last one falls, I must go, too. I've known that for three days. Didn't the doctor tell you?"
"Oh, I've never heard of such nonsense," complained Sue, with magnificent scorn. "What do old ivy leaves have to do with your getting well? And you used to love that vine, you silly girl. Why, the doctor told me this morning that your chances for getting well very soon were–let's see exactly what he said–he said the chances were ten to one! Why, that's almost as good a chance as we have in New York when we ride on the subway or walk past a new building. Try to eat some soup now and let Susie go back to her drawing, so she can sell it to the editor. Then I'll buy some port wine for my sick friend, and pork chops for my own greedy self."
"You don't have to get any more wine," said Johnsy, keeping her eyes fixed out the window. "There goes another. No, I don't want any broth. That leaves just four. I want to see the last one fall before it gets dark. Then I'll go, too."
"Johnsy, dear," said Sue, bending over her, "will you promise me to keep your eyes closed and not to look out the window until I am done working? I must hand those drawings in by tomorrow. I need the light, or I would draw the shade down."
"Couldn't you draw in the other room?" asked Johnsy, coldly.
"I'd rather be here by you," said Sue. "Besides, I don't want you to keep looking at those silly ivy leaves."
"Tell me as soon as you have finished," said Johnsy, closing her eyes and lying white and still as a fallen statue, "because I want to see the last one fall. I'm tired of waiting. I'm tired of thinking. I want to let go of everything and go sailing down, down, just like one of those poor, tired leaves."
"Try to sleep," said Sue. "I must call Behrman up to be my model for the old Western miner. I'll be right back. Don't move until I come back."KEY WORDS
pneumonia n. 肺炎
district n. 地区，区域
square n. 广场
shape n. 形状
discover v. 发现
valuable adj. 有价值的
feature n. 特点
bill n. 账单
canvas n. 画布
get lost 迷路
owe v. 欠（钱）
quaint adj. 奇异的，古怪的
ugly adj. 难看的
three-story adj. 三层楼的
brick n. 砖
rent v. 租，租住
studio n. 工作室
cafe n. 小餐馆，咖啡馆
taste n. 品味，鉴赏力
alike adj. 相同的，相似的
unseen adj. 看不见的
icy adj. 冰冷的
thin v. 使变淡
match n. 对手
tough adj. 严酷的
deadly adj. 致命的
illness n. 疾病
lie v. 躺
(lie-lay-lain)
hallway n. 走廊
bushy adj. 浓密的
eyebrow n. 眉毛
clinical thermometer 体温计
depend on 依靠，依赖
will n. 意志，决心
give up 放弃
matter v. 要紧，有重要性
medicine n. 药物
get well 恢复
the Bay of Naples 那不勒斯湾（意大利南部旅游胜地）
for instance 比如，例如
a touch of 有一点
sarcasm n. 讽刺，挖苦
be worth doing sth. 值得做某事
accomplish v. 完成，实现
patient n. 病人
count v. 数，计数
funeral n. 葬礼
subtract v. 减去，扣除
cure v. 治疗
instead of 而不是
workroom n. 工作室
cry one's eyes dry 痛哭
drawing board 画板
whistle v. 吹口哨
lively adj. 欢快的
tune n. 曲子
scarcely adv. 几乎不
make a move 动弹
bedsheet n. 被单
asleep adj. 睡着的，熟睡的
arrange v. 安排，摆设
pen-and-ink adj. 钢笔画的
illustrate v. 配插图
magazine n. 杂志
author n. 作者
literature n. 文学
sketch v. 绘略图，勾画
elegant adj. 优美的
figure n. 轮廓，体形
hero n. （男）主角
repeat v. 重复
bedside n. 床边
curiously adv. 好奇地
bare adj. 光秃的，荒凉的
dreary adj. 阴沉的
yard n. 庭院，院子
blank adj. 空白的
ivy vine 常春藤
climb v. 爬
halfway adv. 在半路
breath n. 气息，呼吸
autumn n. 秋季
blow v. 吹，刮
(blow-blew-blown)
in a whisper 小声地
ache v. 疼，痛
complain v. 埋怨
magnificent adj. 夸张的
scorn n. 讽刺
have to do with 与……有关
silly adj. 愚蠢的
exactly adj. 确切地
ride v. 乘坐，搭乘
(ride-rode-ridden)
subway n. 地铁
soup n. 汤
editor n. 编辑
port wine 波尔图葡萄酒
pork chop 猪排
greedy adj. 贪吃的
fix v. 固定
broth n. （鱼、肉或蔬菜）原汤
bend over 俯身
hand in 上交
draw down 拉下来
shade n. 百叶窗
would rather 宁可
besides adv. 此外
still adj. 不动的
statue n. 塑像，雕像
be tired of 厌倦
let go of 放开
miner n. 矿工One Point Lesson
It made my head ache to count them.数得我头都疼了。
make＋sb. / sth.＋动词原形：让……做……
e.g. My father made me give up marrying her.我父亲让我放弃了娶她的念头。
And you used to love that vine, you silly girl.傻姑娘，你过去那么喜欢那棵藤。
used to＋动词原形：过去（经常）做……
e.g. I used to enjoy climbing mountains.我过去很喜欢爬山。
Tell me as soon as you have finished.那你一画完就马上告诉我。
as soon as：一……就……
e.g. We will leave this country as soon as we get married.我们一结婚就离开这个国家。CHAPTER 1第1章Comprehension Quiz你读懂了多少A 根据故事内容判断正误，正确的选T，错误的选F。
❶ Greenwich Village was perfect for artists who wanted to escape from bill collectors.
T F
❷ Johnsy was from the cold north; Sue was from the warm south.
T F
❸ Johnsy and Sue met in college as roommates.
T F
❹ Sue made money by drawing advertisements for magazines.
T FB 用所给词语的适当形式填空。
whistle sketch get well count look
❶ As Sue was _____________ a cowboy, she heard a low moaning sound.
❷ Johnsy lay on her bed _____________ through her window at a brick wall.
❸ What do old ivy leaves have to do with your _____________?
❹ Sue came into Johnsy's room, _____________ a popular tune.
❺ Johnsy was _____________ backward: "Eight-seven-six..."C 选择正确的答案。
❶ What does Johnsy believe?
(a) She believes she will die when the night falls.
(b) She believes she will die when the first snowflake falls.
(c) She believes she will die when the last leaf falls from the ivy.
❷ What does the doctor tell Sue?
(a) That Johnsy's chances of survival will increase if she becomes interested in fashion.
(b) That Johnsy must find the will to live.
(c) That Johnsy should move to a warmer apartment.D 选择适当的词填空。
unseen climbed breath touching blown
❶ In November, a cold, ①_____________ stranger whom the doctors called pneumonia came to Greenwich Village, ②_____________ people here and there with his icy fingers.
❷ An old, old ivy vine ③_____________ halfway up the brick wall. The cold ④_____________ of autumn had ⑤_____________ its leaves from the branches.答案
A ❶ T
❷ F
❸ F
❹ F
B ❶ sketching
❷ looking
❸ getting well
❹ whistling
❺ counting
C ❶ (c)
❷ (b)
D ❶ unseen
❷ touching
❸ climbed
❹ breath
❺ blownCHAPTER 2 The Masterpiece第2章 杰作
Old Behrman was a German painter who lived on the ground floor beneath them. He was past sixty and had a beard like Michael Angelo's Moses curling down from his wide head. Behrman was a failure in art. He had been painting for forty years, but he had never produced anything noteworthy. He had always been ready to paint a masterpiece, but he never actually started one. For several years, he had painted nothing except a small graphic now and then for an advertisement.
He earned a little money by serving as a model to young artists in the colony who could not afford a professional model. He drank a lot of gin and still talked about the masterpiece he would paint one day. He was a fierce little old man, who severely criticized softness in anyone. He regarded himself as a bulldog ready to protect the two young artists in the studio above.
Sue found Behrman smelling strongly of wine in his dimly lit den below. In one corner was a blank canvas on an easel that had been waiting for twenty-five years to receive the first line of a masterpiece. She told him of Johnsy's idea. She explained how she feared that Johnsy would indeed float away herself like a leaf when she became too weak. Old Behrman's eyes were dripping with tears, but he shouted his contempt for such idiotic thoughts.
"What!" he cried. "Are there people in the world with the foolishness to die because leaves drop off from a simple vine? I have never heard of such a thing. No, I will not pose as a model for you. Why do you allow such silly thoughts to come into Johnsy's brain? Oh, the poor little Miss Johnsy."
"She is very ill and weak," said Sue, "and the fever has left her mind gloomy and full of strange ideas. Very well, Mr. Behrman, if you do not care to pose for me, you don't have to. But I think you are a terrible old man."
"You are just like a woman!" yelled Behrman."Who said I will not pose? Go on. I come with you. For half an hour, I have been trying to say that I am ready to pose. God! This is not a place in which one so good as Miss Johnsy should lie sick. Some day I will paint a masterpiece, and we shall all go away. God, yes."
Johnsy was sleeping when they went upstairs. Sue pulled the shade down to the window sill and motioned to Behrman to come into the other room. From there, they looked out the window fearfully at the ivy vine. Then they looked at each other for a moment without speaking. A persistent, cold rain was falling, mingled with snow. Behrman, in his old shirt, took his seat as the Western miner.
When Sue awoke from an hour's sleep the next morning, she found Johnsy with dull, wide-open eyes staring at the drawn green shade.
"Pull it up. I want to see," Johnsy ordered, in a whisper.
Wearily Sue obeyed. But, wait! After the beating rain and fierce gusts of wind that blew through the entire night, there yet remained against the brick wall one ivy leaf. It was the last on the vine. Still dark green near its stem, but with its serrated edges tinted with the yellow of dissolution and decay, it hung bravely from a branch some twenty feet above the ground.
"It is the last one," said Johnsy. "I thought it would surely fall during the night. I heard the wind. It will fall today, and I shall die at the same time."
"Dear, dear!" said Sue, leaning her worn face down to the pillow, "Think of me if you won't think of yourself. What would I do?"
But Johnsy did not answer. The loneliest thing in all the world is a soul when it is making ready to go on its final mysterious, far journey. The idea seemed to possess her more strongly as one by one, the ties that bound her to friendship and to earth were loosened.
The day wore away, and even through the twilight they could still see the lone ivy leaf clinging to its stem against the wall. And then, with the coming of the night, the north wind again howled, while the rain still beat against the windows and dripped down from the low eaves.
When it was light enough, Johnsy mercilessly commanded that the shade be raised.
The ivy leaf was still there. Johnsy lay for a long time looking at it. And then she called to Sue, who was stirring her chicken soup over the gas stove.
"I've been a bad girl, Susie," said Johnsy."Something has made
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