| 冬雾 |
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| 引用本文： | 乔治·吉辛.冬雾[J].新读写,2009(3):57-57. |
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| 作者姓名： | 乔治·吉辛 |
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| 摘 要： | 两三天来，气温回暖，出现闷热，天空低沉而无雨。今晨醒来，大地已罩上一层浓雾。破晓时分，仍不见曙色，只是很久之后，窗边才透出一丝惨淡的晨曦；待到中午，枯树瘦枝已依稀可辨，而园地里不绝传来的滴答声则告诉我，那漫天雾霭已凝聚成云，快落雨了。如若室内无火，遇上这样的天气，我真不知会多么索然无聊；这时但见炉火如啸如跃，美艳的红光斜映在玻璃窗上。书已无心阅读，无事闲坐，一腔思绪又不知会凝注到什么不愉快的事情上来。所以索性拾起笔来，重操那呆板的写作旧业，也好觉着时光不虚度。
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| 关 键 词： | 中等教育 英语教学 课外阅读 《冬雾》 |
Winter Fog |
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| Abstract: | After two or three days of unseasonable and depressing warmth, with lowering but not rainy sky, I woke this morning to find the land covered with a dense mist. There was no daybreak, and, till long after the due hour, no light save a pale, sad glimmer at the window; now, at midday, I begin dimly to descry gaunt shapes of trees, whilst a haunting drip, drip on the garden soil tells me that the vapour has begun to condense, and will pass in rain. But for my fire, I should be in indifferent spirits on such a day as this; the flame sings and leaps, and its red beauty is reflected on the window-glass. I cannotgive my thoughts to reading. IfI sat unoccupied, they would brood with melancholy fixedness on I know not what. Better to betake myself to the old mechanic exercise of the pen, which cheats my sense of time wasted. |
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