(单词翻译:单击)
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Ben was awakened by a gunshot. The sharp noise came through the thick stone walls of the house. It was cold in the bedroom and Ben Newman was shaking as he got out of bed. He put on his eyeglasses and went over to the window. The field was covered with white frost. Nothing moved out there in the deep quiet just before sunrise. Ben looked past the field to the thick woods. Two weeks ago he saw a deer among the trees. He held his breath with excitement; then the deer walked off. Ben wondered where the shot had come from. He thought perhaps he had dreamed he heard a gunshot. He looked out toward the frozen lake. Near the trees he saw a shining piece of metal. When it moved, Ben saw that it was a long gun. A minute later a man came out of the woods. He wore hunting clothes. Suddenly a bird flew upward. The man quickly put the gun to his shoulder and shot. Ben watched the bird, praying it had not been hurt. It flew near the ground and went into some tall grass. Safe, Ben thought.
The hunter did not move for a moment, then he began to follow the bird. Hate for the hunter burned inside of Ben. "Hey!" he shouted. His voice cut through the stillness. The hunter stopped, but then continued to follow the bird. Ben shouted again, but this time the hunter did not stop and Ben started to move toward him. But Ben was in his night clothes and he did not go far. Instead he returned to the house. He got a metal shovel and hit the stone sides of the house so that the noise would warn the birds and animals of danger. The hunter looked back at Ben. "No hunting!" Ben shouted, "No hunting on my land!" The man called back, "Where can I hunt?" "South," Ben said, "go South," and pointed behind the man. The hunter started to walk away. Ben had just bought this house in the woods. He wanted to protect everything on his land. He thought that everyone would obey the signs: "No Hunting." Ben had just finished putting on his clothes when he heard another gunshot. This troubled him deeply. How could he stop this hunter? He walked toward the lake. He did not want to fight, but the man must go. He walked quietly. He wanted to surprise the hunter. But then, what would he do? He could not fight the hunter.
Suddenly he heard a bird's wings beating the dry grass. Ben moved quickly toward the sound. He saw a colored head ... the head of a beautiful pheasant bird. The bird did not move until Ben came close. Then it tried to fly away, but one wing was broken. Ben lifted the bird and held it close against his body. The bird fought to escape, but soon lay quietly in Ben's arms. Its body was warm and heavy. Ben decided to take the bird home and fix its broken wings so that it could fly again. He was almost through the woods when he heard the hunter behind him. "You just find that bird?" the hunter asked. "Yes," Ben answered. "It is mine!" Ben was afraid and tried to answer, but his mouth was too dry to speak. But be wet his lips and said "No." "I shot him and I say he is mine!" "But he is not dead yet," Ben answered, "and besides, anything on my land belongs to me." The hunter reached out for the bird. "I will have to kill it," he said. "That bird will soon die anyway." Ben got angry. "Get out of here!" he said. "I told you before and I am telling you again: get off my land!" The hunter looked down at the little man and smiled. "Say, who are you?" Ben's voice shook with both fear and anger. "I own this land. There are signs everywhere that say, "no hunting." "No need to get angry, mister," the hunter said. "Control yourself."
There was something threatening in the man's cool quiet voice. And he had a gun. His arms were free and Ben's were not. The hunter stepped closer and said, "Give me that bird!" Ben was white with anger. "No!" he answered. His eye glasses became wet and he had to look over top of them to see the other man. "Give me the bird and I will go away," the hunter said. "You get off my land," Ben told him. "Get off right now...you do not belong here!" The man's face got red. "Mister," he said, "l have been hunting here all my life. I grew up here." "That is a thing of the past," Ben said. "I do not know who you are and I do not care. I own this place now and I am telling you to leave. You go back through the woods and get off my land!" "Now look, mister," the hunter said, "be reasonable." "I am trying to be as reasonable as I can," said Ben, holding the bird tightly. "I just want you to get off my land." The hunter raised his gun. A cold wind blew across Ben's face. He looked into to the hunter's gray eyes. Ben was frightened. It was not too late, he thought. He could still give the bird to the hunter and return safely home...that would end this whole ugly business. The bird struggled weakly and made a wild, strange noise.
Then Ben knew he could never give this bird to the hunter. This feeling gave Ben great strength, and he was no longer afraid. "I will never let you kill this bird," he said. "Get away from here. If you try to take this bird, I will fight...you have a gun and you are bigger, but that does not worry me. You will never get this bird...you will have to kill me first." The two men looked at each other. Ben's fear returned. His knees began to shake and he felt sick. Yet he stood straight, wondering what would happen next. They stood close to each other for a long time. The woods were strangely quiet. Then the hunter's rough voice broke the silence. "You are a fool." And then to Ben's surprise, he slowly walked away. Ben watched until he was gone. His arms hurt, his body felt was and cold... he went to the house. Ben carried the bird into the kitchen and put it gently on the floor. It did not move. Ben took off his foggy glasses and dried his face. The bird watched him. Ben smoothed its feathers with gentle fingers. He carefully studied the injured wing. There seemed to be no hope. The wing was pulled almost away from the body. The bullet had smashed the bone. Ben knew the bird was dying ...there was nothing he could do to help it. He wondered if birds felt pain. He wondered how long it took a bird to die. The hunter was right, the bird would soon die. There was just one thing to do now to stop its suffering. Ben could kill it quickly. He put his hands around the bird's neck. But when he felt the warm life under his fingers, he could not kill this beautiful thing. Tears filled his eyes. He knew now what he would do ... he would stay with the bird, smoothing its feathers until it died.
重点解析
1.put on 穿上；戴上
She put on her coat and went out.
她穿上大衣出去了。
2.return to 回到；返回
He has rightly interrupted his holiday in Spain to return to London.
他马上中止了在西班牙的度假回到伦敦。
3.No need to 没必要；何必
All right, no need to say any more.
好了，不要再说了。
4.grow up 长大成人；成年
She grew up in Tokyo.
她在东京长大。
参考译文
《降霜的早晨》。一阵刺耳的枪声把本惊醒了，尖利的声音从房子厚厚的石墙里传出来。卧室里很冷，本·纽曼下床时浑身发抖。他戴上眼镜，走到窗前。田野上结满了白霜，在日出前的寂静中，没有东西出来活动。本从田野望向茂密的树林。两周前，他在树林里看见一只鹿，兴奋地屏住呼吸，鹿后来就走了。本想知道枪声是从哪里来的，他想也许他梦见听到了枪声。他朝结冰的湖面望去，他在树边看到一块闪闪发光的金属。当金属移动时，本看到那是一把长枪。一分钟后，一个人从树林里出来，他穿着猎装。突然一只鸟飞了起来，那人很快把枪扛在肩上后就开枪了。本看着那只鸟，祈祷它没有受伤。它飞近地面，掉进了一片高高的草地里。安全了，本想着。
猎人一刻也没动，然后他开始跟着那只鸟。本内心燃烧的对猎人的仇恨，“嘿！“他喊道。他的声音穿过寂静。猎人停了下来，但接着继续跟着那只鸟。本又喊了一声，但这一次猎人没有停下来，本开始向他走去。但是，本穿着睡衣，他没有走多远，他回到家里，拿了一把铁铲，砸在房子的石头边上，这样噪音就能给鸟和动物警示，告诉它们这里有危险。猎人回头看着本。“不许打猎！”本喊道：“不许在我的土地上打猎！”那人回话到：“我可以在哪儿打猎？”“往南走，”本说，“往南走，”指着那人的身后。猎人开始走开了。本刚在树林里买了这所房子，他想保护自己土地上的一切。他认为每个人都会遵守“禁止狩猎”的标志。本刚穿好衣服，就听到另一声枪响。这让他非常担心，他怎么才能阻止这个猎人吗？他朝湖边走去，他不想打架，但那人必须离开。他静静地走着，想给猎人一个惊喜。但是，他要怎么做呢？他打不过那个猎人。
突然，他听到一只鸟的翅膀拍打着干草。本很快就向那个声音走去。他看见一个彩色的头......这是一只美丽的野鸡的头。这只鸟一直到本走近才动，它试图飞走，但是一只翅膀断了。本把鸟提起来，紧紧地抱在身上。那只鸟奋力逃跑，但很快就安静地躺在本的怀里。它的身体又热又重。本决定把这只鸟带回家，包扎好它折断的翅膀，让它能够再次飞翔。当他听到身后猎人的声音时，他几乎要穿过树林了。“你找到那只鸟了吗？”猎人问。“是的，”本回答。“它是我的！”本很害怕，他试图回答，但他的嘴太干，说不出话来。不过，他的嘴唇是湿的，他说“不”。“我开枪打到它，它是我的！”“但是它还没有死，”本回答说，“而且，我土地上的任何东西都属于我。”猎人伸手去抓那只鸟，“我必须杀了它，”他说“不管怎么样，这只鸟很快就会死。”本很生气，“离开这里！”他说，“我以前告诉过你，现在又再对你说：离开我的土地！”猎人低头看着这个小个子，笑了，“喂，你是谁啊？”本的声音因恐惧和愤怒而颤抖，“我拥有这片土地，到处都有“禁止狩猎”的标志。“不用生气，先生，”猎人说，“控制自己。”
那人沉静的声音里带着威胁的口吻，他有枪，他的手臂是自由的，而本的却不是。猎人走近后说：“把那只鸟给我！”本气得脸色发白，“不！”他回答到，他的眼镜湿了，他不得不从眼镜上面去看另一个人。“把鸟给我，我就走，”猎人说。“你离开我的土地，”本告诉他，“马上走......你不属于这里！”他脸红了，“先生，”他说，“我这辈子都在这里打猎，我在这里长大。”“那是过去的事了，”本说我，“我不知道你是谁，我也不在乎。我现在拥有这个地方，我要你离开。你穿过树林走回去，离开我的土地！”“听着，先生，”猎人说，“你要讲道理。” “我尽量讲道理，”本紧紧地抱着那只鸟说，“我只想让你离开我的土地。”猎人举起枪。一阵冷风吹过本的脸，他看着猎人灰色的眼睛。本非常害怕，他想，还不算太晚。他仍然可以把鸟交给猎人，然后安全地回家......这将结束这件令人不快的事情。那只鸟虚弱地挣扎着，发出一种狂野而奇怪的声音。
这时本知道他再也不能把这只鸟给猎人了，这种感觉给了本很大的力量，他不再感到害怕。 “我决不会让你杀了这只鸟，”他说“离开这里。如果你想要这只鸟，我会战斗......你有枪，你个头大，但我并不担心。你永远也拿不到这只鸟......你得先杀了我。”这两个人互相看了看，本又害怕起来。他的膝盖开始颤抖，他感到不舒服。但他站直身子，想知道接下来会发生什么。他们站在一起很长时间了，那片树林奇怪地幽静。然后，猎人粗暴的声音打破了这片寂静。“你真是个傻瓜。”然后让本吃惊的是，他慢慢走开了。本一直看着他，直到他走了。他的手臂受伤了，他的身体感到冰冷......他走向房子。本把鸟抱进厨房，轻轻地放在地板上。它没有动，本摘下雾蒙蒙的眼镜，把脸擦干。鸟儿看着他，本用温柔的手指抚平它的羽毛。他仔细地查看那受伤的翅膀，似乎没有希望了。翅膀几乎从身体上扯下来了，子弹也把骨头打烂了。本知道这只鸟快死了......他无能为力。他想知道，鸟儿是否感到疼痛。他想知道，一只鸟死去要多长时间。猎人说得对，那只鸟很快就会死。现在只有一件事能阻止它的痛苦。本可以很快杀死它。他把手放在鸟的脖子上，但是当他感受到手指下温暖的生命时，他却无法杀死这美丽的东西。他热泪盈眶。他现在知道他能做什么了......他会和鸟呆在一起，抚平它的羽毛直到它死去。
