2019-2020学年高中英语 Unit 2 What is happiness to you英美文

-1-Unit2Whatishappinesstoyou【导读】《简·爱》(JaneEyre)是英国女作家夏洛蒂·勃朗特创作的长篇小说，是一部具有自传色彩的作品。阅读下面选取的有关亲情的节选，对比中外文化中对亲情态度的异同。JaneEyre(excerpt)TheredroomWecouldnotgoforawalkthatafternoon.Therewassuchafreezingcoldwind，andsuchheavyrain，thatweallstayedindoors.Iwasgladofit.Ineverlikedlongwalks，especiallyinwinter.Iusedtohatecominghomewhenitwasalmostdark，withice­coldfingersandtoes，feelingmiserablebecauseBessie，thenursemaid，wasalwaysscoldingme.AllthetimeIknewIwasdifferentfrommycousins，Eliza，JohnandGeorgianaReed.Theyweretallerandstrongerthanme，andtheywereloved.Thesethreeusuallyspenttheirtimecryingandquarrelling，buttodaytheyweresittingquietlyaroundtheirmotherinthesitting­room.Iwantedtojointhefamilycircle，butMrsReed，myaunt，refused，Bessiehadcomplainedaboutme.“No，I'msorry，Jane.UntilIhearfromBessie，orseeformyself，thatyouarereallytryingtobehavebetter，youcannotbetreatedasagood，happychild，likemychildren.”“WhatdoesBessiesayIhavedone？”Iasked.“Jane，itisnotpolitetoquestionmeinthatway.Ifyoucannotspeakpleasantly，bequiet.”Icreptoutofthesitting­roomandintothesmallroomnextdoor，whereIchoseabookfullofpicturesfromthebookcase.Iclimbedontothewindow—seatanddrewthecurtains，sothatIwascompletelyhidden.Isatthereforawhile.SometimesIlookedoutofthewindowatthegreyNovemberafternoon，andsawtherainpouringdownontheleaflessgarden.ButmostofthetimeIstudiedthebookandstared，fascinated，atthepictures.Lostintheworldofimagination，Iforgotmysad，lonelyexistenceforawhile，andwashappy，Iwasonlyafraidthatmysecrethiding­placemightbediscovered.-2-Suddenlythedooroftheroomopened.JohnReedrushedin.“Whereareyou，rat？”heshouted.Hedidnotseemebehindthecurtain.“Eliza!Georgiana!Janeisn'there!TellMammashe'srunoutintotherain—whatabadanimalsheis！”“HowluckyIdrewthecurtain，”Ithought.Hewouldneverhavefoundme，becausehewasnotveryintelligent.ButElizaguessedatoncewhereIwas.“She'sinthewindow­seat，John，”shecalledfromthesitting­room.SoIcameoutimmediately，asIdidnotwanthimtopullmeout.“Whatdoyouwant？”Iaskedhim.“Say，‘Whatdoyouwant，MasterReed’，”heanswered，sittinginanarmchair.“Iwantyoutocomehere.”JohnReedwasfourteenandIwasonlyten.Hewaslargeandratherfat.Heusuallyatetoomuchatmeals，whichmadehimill.Heshouldhavebeenatboardingschool，buthismother，wholovedhimverymuch，hadbroughthimhomeforamonthortwo，becauseshethoughthishealthwasdelicate.Johndidnotlovehismotherorhissister，andhehatedme.Hebulliedandpunishedme，nottwoorthreetimesaweek，notonceortwiceaday，butallthetime.Mywholebodytrembledwhenhecamenear.Sometimeshehitme，sometimeshejustthreatenedme，andIlivedinterriblefearofhim.Ihadnoideaabouthowtostophim.Theservantsdidnotwanttooffendtheiryoungmaster，andMrsReedcouldseenofaultinherdearboy.SoIobeyedJohn'sorderandapproachedhisarmchair，thinkinghowveryuglyhisfacewas.PerhapsheunderstoodwhatIwasthinking，forhehitmehardontheface.“ThatisforyourrudenesstoMammajustnow，”hesaid，“andforyourwickednessinhiding，andforlookingatmelikethat，yourat！”IwassousedtohisbullyingthatIneverthoughtofhittinghimback.“Whatwereyoudoingbehindthatcurtain？”heasked.“Iwasreading，”Ianswered.“Showmethebook.”Igaveittohim.《简·爱》(节选)红房子那天下午，我们不能出去散步。寒风刺骨，大雨瓢泼，大家都待在家里，我倒是因此感到高兴。我从来不喜欢走长路，特别是在冬天。过去我最讨厌回到家时天色已暗，手脚冰凉，女仆贝茜总是训斥我而使我痛苦不堪。无论何时我都懂得我和我的表兄妹——里德家的伊丽-3-莎、约翰和乔治娜不一样。他们不仅比我高大、强壮，而且还受宠。这三个人常常吵闹不休，但今天却和妈妈一起静静地坐在起居室里。我也想加入他们，可我的舅妈里德太太不允许。贝茜告了我的状。“对不起，简。如果不听到贝茜说或是由我亲眼看到你的确努力要学好，你就不能像我的孩子那样，被当成是快乐的好孩子。”“贝茜说我干什么了？”我问。“简，这样问我是不礼貌的。如果你不能好好讲话，就闭嘴。”我悄悄退出起居室，走进隔壁的小房间，从书架上选了一本图画书。我爬上窗台，拉好窗帘，把自己整个藏了起来。我坐了一会儿，时而望望窗外。11月的午后天气阴沉，大雨倾泻在秃枝枯叶的花园里。不过大部分时间，我认真读着书，完全被书中的图画吸引住了。我沉浸在想象的世界中，暂时忘掉了伤心和孤单，只感到快活。我唯一担心的就是我的秘密藏身处可能会被发现。突然，门开了，约翰·里德冲了进来。“老鼠，你在哪儿？”他叫着，没有看到窗帘后面的我。“伊丽莎！乔治娜！简不在这儿！告诉妈妈她跑出去淋雨了。真是个畜生！”“幸好我拉上了窗帘，”我心想。他永远找不到我，因为他并不聪明。可是，伊丽莎一下子就猜出了我在哪里。“约翰，她在窗台上。”她在起居室喊道。于是，我赶紧走了出来，因为我不希望他来拽我。“你想怎样？”我问道。“说‘里德主人，您想要什么’，”他坐在椅子上说。“我要你过来。”约翰·里德已经14岁了，而我只有10岁。他长得又高又胖，常常狼吞虎咽吃得太多，以致闹病。他本该上寄宿学校的，可是他妈妈太宠他，把他接回家一两个月，因为她觉得他身体弱。约翰既不喜欢他的母亲，也不喜欢他的妹妹，对我更只有恨。他欺侮我，惩罚我，不是一星期两三次，也不是一天里一两次，而是随时随地。他一靠近，我就浑身打颤。他有时打我，有时吓唬我，我整天生活在对他的恐惧中，我根本不知道如何阻止他。仆人们不愿得罪他们的小主人，而里德太太根本看不到她的心肝宝贝会有什么错。于是，我服从了约翰的命令，走向他坐的椅子，心想他那张脸真是丑极了。可能他看出了我的心思，用手重重地打在我的脸上。“这是罚你刚才对妈妈无礼，”他说，“罚你藏起来的鬼主意，罚你那么瞪着我，你这老鼠！”我已经习惯了被他欺负，从没想过要还手。“你在帘子后面干什么？”他问。“我在读书，”我答道。-4-“给我看看。”我将书递了过去。“Youhavenorighttotakeourbooks，”hecontinued.“Youhavenomoneyandyourfatherleftyounone.Yououghttobeginthestreets，notlivehereincomfortwithagentleman'sfamily.Anyway，allthesebooksaremine，andsoisthewholehouse，orwillbeinafewyears'time.I'llteachyounottoborrowmybooksagain.”Heliftedtheheavybookandthrewithardatme.IthitmeandIfell，cuttingmyheadonthedoor.Iwasingreatpain，andsuddenlyforthefirsttimeinmylife，IforgotmyfearofJohnReed.“Youwicked，cruelboy！”Icried.“Youareabully!Youareasbadasamurderer！”“What!What！”hecried.“Didshesaythattome?Didyouhear，ElizaandGeorgiana?I'lltellMamma，butfirst...”Herushedtoattackme，butnowhewasfightingwithadesperategirl.Ireallysawhimasawickedmurderer.Ifeltthebloodrunningdownmyface，andthepaingavemestrength.IfoughtbackashardasIcould.Myresistancesurprisedhim，andheshoutedforhelp.HissistersranforMrsReed，whocalledhermaid，MissAbbott，andBessie.TheypulledusapartandIheardthemsay，“Whatawickedgirl