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《夏洛的网》英文版精读训练（18）
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mowing
英：
美：
v.刈…；收割（mow的ing形式）
n.刈草；牧草地；一次所割之草
1、This opened up a whole new can of worms for him and now he seems to be building a small
mowing
business.───现在他打算开一家小型的除草公司。
2、If I ever knocked on your door when you were
mowing
the lawn or taking a nap, please excuse me.───如果我曾在你休整草坪或者午睡时敲过你家的门，那么请你原谅我。
3、It quoted to a 1678 woodcarving called the
mowing
devil that seems to depict the creation of a crop circle in England.───追溯到1678年，当时的木刻‘收割魔’似乎是英国最的早关于谷圈的描述，
4、A vehicle, powered by a gasoline or diesel motor, having large heavily treaded tires, and used in
mowing
, farming, or other applications.───拖拉机：一种以汽油或柴油发动机为动力的车辆，有巨大沉重的履带，用于割草，农耕或其他用途。
5、As soon as he heard her coming out again, he shut off his
mowing
machine and went up to her.───当他再次听见她出来的时候，他关掉除草机走到她的面前。
6、Together they worked hard in the sun and finished
mowing
the whole lawn in about two hours.───他们一起在阳光下辛勤地工作，大约两小时就割完了整个草坪。
7、He says in that next to last line, "It is the sweetest dream of labor, and it is the earnest love that is doing this
mowing
."───他在倒数第二行说：“这是劳动者最甜美的梦，而且这是在割草时最真挚的爱。”
8、My long scythe whispered and left the hay to make "It returns us to the work of
mowing
."───我的长长的镰刀留下了一堆稻草并低语着：“这让我们重新回到割草的劳动中。
9、Even so, Lula looks stronger politically than looked possible a year ago, when scandal was
mowing
down his closest aides and his popularity.───即便如此，卢拉看起来在政治上也可能比一年前更强势。当时丑闻正毁掉他最亲近的助手和他自己的声望。
1、bowing───n.运弓法；v.鞠躬（bow的ing形式）；弯腰
2、dowing───n.美国陶氏；美国陶氏化学；道琼斯平均指数；n.(Dow)人名；(英)道；(东南亚国家华语)涛
3、mowings───n.刈草；牧草地；一次所割之草；v.刈…；收割（mow的ing形式）
4、lowing───n.牛叫声；v.低声叫（low的ing形式）
5、jowing───v.打铃；敲钟（等于toll）；n.钟声；敲钟；n.(Jow)（美）乔（人名）
6、mewing───n.海鸥；鹰笼；隐匿处；猫叫声；vi.咪咪叫；换羽毛；vt.关进笼子；n.(Mew)人名；(英)缪
7、rowing───n.划船；赛艇运动；v.划；使成行；争吵（row的现在分词）
8、meowing───v.猫叫；n.猫叫声；n.(Meow)（俄、美、马、印、新）米奥（人名）
9、cowing───n.奶牛，母牛；母兽；vt.威胁，恐吓
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《夏洛的网》英文版精读训练（18）
对你来说，初夏是什么感觉？你是否可以凭借记忆让自己置身于初夏的氛围中呢？温暖而晴朗中闻到丁香的气息，蜜蜂在开花的苹果树间飞舞……
现在就欣赏一下E.B.White笔下农场的初夏吧：
The early summer days on a farm are the happiest and fairest days of the year. Lilacs bloom and make the air sweet, and then fade. Apple blossoms come with the lilacs, and the bees visit around among the apple trees. The days grow warm and soft. School ends, and children have time to play and to fish for trouts in the brook. Avery often brought a trout home in his pocket, warm and stiff and ready to be fried for supper.
这是《夏洛的网》第六章的第一小段。这写初夏的文字简洁中透露着优美，值得反复读，甚至背诵。
Lilacs bloom and make the air sweet, and then fade.
这个句子只用了10个单词，就生动的描写了丁香花短暂而美好的一生。
阅读经典的时候，逐字逐句的读，不放过似懂非懂的细节，就会有更多的收获。比如在这一段中有fairest一词，如果查字典会发现fair有很多词意，在本句中是什么意思呢？
目前我的理解为“天气晴朗的”。
全句的意思是：农场上初夏是一年中最快乐，最晴朗的日子。
Early summer days are a jubilee time for birds. In the fields, around the house, in the barn, in the woods, in the swamp---everywhere love and songs and nests and eggs.
love and songs and nests and eggs, 用七个单词描绘鸟儿们从恋爱到生子的过程，精炼至极。
Everywhere you look is life; even the little ball of spit on the weed stalk, if you poke it apart, has a green worm inside it. And on the under side of the leaf of the potato vine are the bright orange eggs of the potato bug.
我们借助作者的眼睛看到了平时不曾留意之处蕴含的勃勃生机。仿佛能够想象作者曾经戳开野草上的小球后发现绿色小虫，翻看土豆秧叶子背面后发现橙色虫卵时的兴奋之情。
"What are you going to do with it?" continued Templeton, his little round beady eyes fixed on the goose.
老鼠那小小、圆圆、黑黑、亮亮的眼睛用“ beady ”来形容可谓传神。
She laughed a tinkling little laugh. "But, my friends, if that ancient egg ever breaks, this barn will be untenable ."
“ untenable ”一词，韦氏字典的解释：not able to be occupied，不能居住。查过字典才知道，此处用词非常准确。
That afternoon, when the wind had died down and the barnyard was quiet and warm, the grey goose led her seven goslings off the nest and out into the world.
那个午后，当风已平息，谷仓小院温暖而安静，灰鹅妈妈带着她的七只宝宝离开小巢，走进这个世界。
词组 “die down” ，意思是逐渐消失。
语言积累小结：
动词：
rake and pitch and load
swoop down
spy
appall
mutter
die down
形容词：
fair
unremitting
beady
tinkling
untenable
stink
名词：
lilac
interlude
conscience
scruple
compunction
lair
附《夏洛的网》英文版第六章全文：
Chapter 6 Summer Days
The early summer days on a farm are the happiest and fairest days of the year. Lilacs bloom and make the air sweet, and then fade. Apple blossoms come with lilacs, and the bees visit around among the apple trees. The days grow warm and soft.School ends, and children have time to play and to fish for trouts in the brook. Avery often brought a trout home in his pocket, warm and stiff and ready to be fried for supper.
Now that school was over, Fern visited the barn almost every day, to sit quitely on her stool. The animals treated her as an equal. The sheep lay calmly at her feet.
Around the first of July, the work horses were hitched to the mowing machine, and Mr. Zuckerman climbed into the seat and drove into the field. All morning you could hear the rattle of the machine as it went round and round, while the tall grass fell down hehind the cutter bar in long green swathes. Next day, if there was no thunder shower , all hands would help rake and pitch and load , and the hay would be hauled to the barn in the high hay wagon, with Fern and Avery riding at the top of the load. Then the hay would be hoisted, sweet and warm, into the big loft, until the whole barn seemed like a wonderful bed of timothy and clover. It was fine to jump in, and perfect to hide in. And sometimes Avery would find a little grass snake in the hay, and would add it to the other things in his pocket.
Early summer days are a jubilee time for birds. In the fields, around the house, in the barn, in the woods, in the swamp---everywhere love and songs and nests and eggs. From the edge of the woods, the white throaded sparrow (which must come all the way from Boston) calls, "Oh, Peabody, Peabody, Peabody!" On an apple bough, the phoebe teeters and wags its tail and says, "Phoebe, phoe-bee!" The song sparrow, who knows how brief and lovely life is, says, "Sweet, sweet, sweet interlude , sweet, sweet, sweet interlude." If you enter the barn, the swallows swoop down from their nests and scold. "Cheeky, cheeky!" they say.
In early summer there are plenty of things for a child to eat and drink and suck and chew. Dandelion stems are full of milk, clover heads are loaded with nectar, the Frigidaire is full of ice cold drinks. Everywhere you look is life; even the little ball of spit on the weed stalk, if you poke it apart, has a green worm inside it. And on the under side of the leaf of the potato vine are the bright orange eggs of the potato bug.
It was on a day in early summer that the goose eggs hatched. This was an important event in the barn cellar. Fern was there, sitting on her stool, when it happened.
Except for the goose herself, Charlotte was the first to know that the goslings had at last arrived. The goose knew a day in advance that they were coming---she could hear their weak voices calling from inside the egg. She knew that they were in a desperately cramped position inside the shell and were most anxious to break through and get out. So she sat quite still, and talked less than usual.
When the first gosling poked its grey-green head through the gooses feathers and looked around, Charlotte spied it and make the announcement.
"I am sure," she said, "that every one of us here will be gratified to learn that after four weeks of unremitting effort and patience on the part of our friend the goose, she now has something to show for it. The goslings have arrived. May I offer my sincere congratulations!"
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" said the goose, nodding and bowing shamelessly.
"Thank you," said the gander.
"Congratulations!" shouted Wilbur. "How many goslings are there? I can only see one."
"There are seven," said the goose.
"Fine!" said Charlotte. "Seven is a lucky number."
"Luck had nothing to do with this," said the goose. " It was good mangement and hard work. "
At this point, Templeton showed his nose from his hiding place under Wilburs trough. He glanced at Fern, then crept cautiously toward the goose, keeping close to the wall. Everyone watched him, for he was not well liked, not trusted.
"Look," he began in his sharp voice, "You say you have seven goslings. There were eight eggs, What happened to the other egg? Why didnt it hatch?"
"Its a dud, I gusee," said the goose.
"What are you going to do with it?" continued Templeton, his little round beady eyes fixed on the goose.
"You can have it," replied the goose. "Roll it away and add it to that nasty collection of yours."(Templeton had a habit of picking up unusual objects around the farm and storing them in his home. He saved everything.)
"Certainly-ertainly-ertainly," said the gander. "You may have the egg. But Ill tell you one thing, Templeton, if I ever catch you poking-oking-oking your ugly nose around our goslings, Ill give you the worst pounding a rat ever took." And the gander opened his strong wings and beat the air with them to show his power. He was strong and brave, but the truth is, both the goose and the gander were worried about Templeton. And with good reason. The rat had no morals , no conscience , no scruples , no consideration , no decency , no milk of rodent kindness , no compunctions , no higher feeling , no friendliness, no anything. He would kill a gosling if he could get away with it---the goose knew that. Everybody knew it.
With her broad bill the goose pushed the unhatched egg out of the nest, and the entire company watched in disgust while the rat rolled it away. Even Wilbur, who could eat almost anything, was appalled . "Imagine wanting a junky old rotten egg!" he muttered .
"A rat is a rat," said Charlotte. She laughed a tinkling little laugh. "But, my friends, if that ancient egg ever breaks, this barn will be untenable ."
"Whats that mean?" asked Wilbur.
"It means nobody will be able to live here on account of the smell. A rotten egg is a regular stink bomb ."
"I wont break it," snarled Templeton. "I know what Im doing. I handle stuff like this all the time."
He dissapeared into his tunnel, pushing the goose egg in front of him. He pushed and nudged till he succeeded in rolling it to his lair under the trough.
That afternoon, when the wind had died down and the barnyard was quiet and warm, the grey goose led her seven goslings off the nest and out into the world. Mr. Zucherman spied them when he came with Wilburs supper.
"Well, hello there!" he said, smiling all over. "Lets see... one, two, three, four, five, six, seven. Seven baby geese. Now isnt that lovely!"