双语散文节选自（妈妈住在曼菲尔）.docx

双语散文节选自（妈妈住在曼菲尔）双语散文节选自（妈妈住在曼菲尔）人的品质有多种，其中正直就是其中的一种，接下来，我给大家准备了双语散文节选自（妈妈住在曼菲尔）,欢迎大家参考与借鉴。Integrity正直-FromAMotherinMannville双语散文节选自（妈妈住在曼菲尔）M.K.RawlingsM.K.罗林兹TheOrphanageishighintheCarolinamountains.Sometimesinwinterthesnowdriftsaresodeepthattheinstitutioniscutofffromthevillagebelow,fromalltheworld.Foghidesthemountainpeaks,thesnowswirlsdownthevalleys,andawindblowssobitterlythattheorphanageboyswhotakethemilktwicedailytothebabycottagereachthedoorwithfingersstiffinanagonyofnumbness.在卡罗来纳的山地里，有一座孤儿院坐落在高处。隆冬时节，风雪交加，有时候积雪堆得老高，将孤儿院与山下的村庄乃至整个外界完全隔断。云雾遮蔽了重重峰峦，雪花飞旋着冲人山谷。在呼啸的寒风中，孤儿院的男孩们将一份份牛奶端到育婴房去，一天得跑两趟呢。当他们走到育婴房门口的时候，手指冻得僵硬，一点儿都不听使唤了。Iwasthereintheautumn.Iwantedquiet,isolation,todosometroublesomewriting.Iwantedmountainairtoblowoutthemalariafromtoolongatimeinthesubtropics.Iwashomesick,too,fortheflamingofmaplesinOctober,andforcornshocksandpumpkinsandblack-walnuttreesandtheliftofhills.Ifoundthemall,livinginacabinthatbelongedtotheorphanage,halfamilebeyondtheorphanagefarm.WhenItookthecabin,Iaskedforaboyormantocomeandchopwoodforthefireplace.Thefirstfewdayswerewarm,IfoundwhatwoodIneededaboutthecabin,noonecame,andIforgottheorder.我秋天就到了那里。我需要平静，与世隔绝，好从事艰苦的创作。我需要山里的清风，把久居亚热带地区染上的疟疾吹散。我还想起家来，老惦着那十月间的枫叶似火，那一垛垛玉米秫秸，南瓜成堆，黑胡桃林子，还有隆起的山丘。我住在孤儿院的一间小屋里，距院农场有半英里，这一切尽收眼底。我住进去的时候，要求派个男孩或者男人帮我劈柴烧壁炉。头几天还算暖和，我在小屋的四周捡了点木柴，没见人来，也就把这话给忘了。Ilookedupfrommytypewriteronelateafternoon,alittlestartled.Aboystoodatthedoor,andmypointerdog,mycompanion,wasathissideandhadnotbarkedtowarnme.Theboywasprobablytwelveyearsold,butundersized.Heworeoverallsandatornshirt,andwasbarefooted.一天黄昏，我正在打字，猛抬头不禁吃了一惊：有个男孩站在房门口，而跟我做伴的猎狗竟在他身边默默呆着，连个招呼也没跟我打一声。这孩子大概有12岁，不过个子没那么大，他穿着一条工装裤，一件陈旧的衬衣，光着两脚。Hesaid,Icanchopsomewoodtoday.他讲：“我今天能够劈点儿木柴。Isaid,ButIhaveaboycomingfromtheorphanage.我讲：“可我请了孤儿院的孩子来劈。Imtheboy. “我就是。You?Butyouresmall. “是你?可你还小呢。Sizedontmatter,choppingwood,hesaid.Someofthebigboysdontchopgood.Ivebeenchoppingwoodattheorphanagealongtime. “劈柴火可不管个头儿，他讲，“有的大孩子还劈不好呢。我在孤儿院劈了好长一阵了。Ivisualizedmangledandinadequatebranchesformyfires.Iwaswellintomyworkandnotinclinedtoconversation.Iwasalittleblunt.Verywell.Therestheax.Goaheadandseewhatyoucando.我想象中出现了砍得乱七八糟的树枝子，供不上壁炉烧的。我一心在写作，没有心思搭理他，话也讲得有点生硬：“好了好了，去拿斧子吧。先劈劈再看吧。Iwentbacktowork,closingthedoor.Atfirstthesoundoftheboydraggingbrushannoyedme.Thenhebegantochop.Theblowswererhythmicandsteady,andshortlyIhadforgottenhim,thesoundnomoreofaninterruptionthanaconsistentrain.Isupposeanhourandahalfpassed,forwhenIstoppedandstretched,andheardtheboysstepsonthecabinstoop,thesunwasdroppingbehindthefarthestmountain,andthevalleyswerepurplewithsomethingdeeperthantheasters.我关上门，继续写作。起先听他拽木头，闹得我心烦。后来他动手劈柴了。他劈得错落有致，不紧不慢，我很快就把他忘了，那斧声就跟一场绵绵细雨似的对我全无干扰。我估计他劈了有一个半小时吧，由于这时我歇下来舒展一下身子，听见他正走上门口的台阶，夕阳已渐渐沉没在远山的背后，壑谷间一片紫霭，颜色比翠菊还浓。Theboysaid,Ihavetogotosuppernow.Icancomeagaintomorrowevening.这孩子讲道：“我得去吃晚饭了。我明晚再来。Isaid,Illpayyounowforwhatyouvedone,thinkingIshouldprobablyhavetoinsistonanolderboy.Tencentsanhour?我讲：“我这就把你的工钱结了吧，心想恐怕还得换个大孩子来，“一小时算一毛?Anythingisallright. “怎么都行。Wewenttogetherbackofthecabin.Anastonishingamountofsolidwoodhadbeencut.Therewerecherrylogsandheavyrootsofrhododendron,andblocksfromthewastepineandoakleftfromthebuildingofthecabin.我们一起来到屋后。只见满地都是劈好了的结结实实的木柴，几乎令人咂舌。其中有樱桃树的圆木干和杜鹃灌木的粗根，就连盖小屋剩下的废松木和废栎木，也都劈成了大块的木柴。Butyouvedoneasmuchasaman,Isaid.Thisisasplendidpile. “你可是跟大人劈得一样多了，我讲，“瞧这么大一堆，太好了。Ilookedathim,actually,forthefirsttime.Hishairwasthecolorofthecornshocks,andhiseyes,verydirect,werelikethemountainskywhenrainispending-gray,withashadowingofthatmiraculousblue.AsIspokealightcameoverhim,asthoughthesettingsunhadtouchedhimwiththesamesuffusedglorywithwhichittouchedthemountains.Igavehimaquarter.我打量着他，讲真的，这还是头一回。他的头发呈玉米秫秸的颜色，两眼里一片率真，像是山雨欲来的天空灰暗中显露出那奇异的天蓝。我正讲着，忽见他周身一片光亮，仿佛落日那洒满群山的余辉也洒到了他身上。我给了他一枚两角五分的硬币。Youmaycometomorrow,Isaid,andthankyouverymuch.Helookedatme,andatthecoin,andseemedtowanttospeak,butcouldnot,andturnedaway. “你明天来吧，我讲，“多谢你了。他看看我，又看看硬币，好似要讲什么，可又讲不出来，就转身离去。Illsplitkindlingtomorrow,hesaidoverhisthinraggedshoulder.Youllneedkindlingandmediumwoodandlogsandbacklogs. “明天我劈引火柴，他回过头来又讲，衬衣的肩部都磨薄磨破了，“点火柴，引火柴，原木，垫底的，你都用得着。AtdaylightIwashalfwakenedbythesoundofchopping.AgainitwassoevenintexturethatIwentbacktosleep.WhenIleftmybedinthecoolmorning,theboyhadcomeandgone,andastackofkindlingwasneatagainstthecabinwall.Hecameagainafterschoolintheafternoonandworkeduntiltimetoreturntotheorphanage.HisnamewasJerry;hewastwelveyearsold,andhehadbeenattheorphanagesincehewasfour.Icouldpicturehimatfour,withthesamegravegray-blueeyesandthesame-independence?No,thewordthatcomestomeisintegrity.第二天黎明时分，一阵劈柴声搅得我似醒非醒。那拍子仍然不紧不慢，又把我带回梦乡。我早上起床，天很凉，这孩子来过又走了，只见一堆引火柴整整洁齐码在墙边。他下午放学后又来了，一口气干到该回孤儿院了才歇手。他叫杰里，12岁了，从四岁起就呆在孤儿院。我能够想象他四岁的样子，也是这双郑重其事的灰蓝色眼睛，也是这份自立?不，我想到的词儿是“正直。Thewordmeanssomethingveryspecialtome,andthequalityforwhichIuseitisarareone.Myfatherhadit-thereisanotherofwhomIamalmostsure-butalmostnomanofmyacquaintancepossessesitwiththeclarity,thepurity,thesimplicityofamountainstream.ButtheboyJerryhadit.Itisbedded-oncourage,butitismorethanbrave.Itishonest,butitismorethanhonesty.Theaxhandlebrokeoneday.Jerrysaidthewoodshopattheorphanagewouldrepairit.Ibroughtmoneytopayforthejobandherefusedit.这个词对我有特殊的含义，我用它来讲明一种难得的品格。我父亲就有这种品格我相信还有别人，但是在我的相识中几乎没有一个人像一泓山泉那般清澈、纯洁和朴素地具备这种品格。然而杰里这孩子就有。他的正直植根于勇气，但又超出英勇。它是诚实，但又超出诚实。有一天，斧把断了。杰里讲孤儿院的木工房给修。我掏出修理费，他不肯收。Illpayforit,hesaid.Ibrokeit.Ibroughttheaxdowncareless. “这钱该我出，他讲，“我弄断的。我砍得不小心。Butnoonehitsaccuratelyeverytime,Itoldhim.Thefaultwasinthewoodofthehandle.IllseethemanfromwhomIboughtit. “可谁都有个闪失的时候，我对他讲，“都怪木把不结实。我找卖斧子的去。Itwasonlythenthathewouldtakethemoney.Hewasstandingbackofhisowncarelessness.Hewasafree-willagentandhechosetodocarefulwork,andifhefailed,hetooktheresponsibilitywithoutsubterfuge.他这才肯把钱收下。他对本人的疏忽毫不遮掩。他是个自有主意的人，干活就要认真干好，没干好，他就承当责任，决不借故推诿。