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練習說再見(雙語彩色圖文版)（簡體書）

ISBN13：9787530975497
出版社：天津教育出版社
作者：常青藤語言教學中心編著
裝訂／頁數：平裝／309頁
出版日：2014/04/01
關鍵字：練習說再見(雙語彩色圖文版)（簡體書）、練習、再見、雙語、彩色、圖文、簡體、天津教育出版社、常青藤語言教學中心　、簡體書、語言學習、英語、

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“練習”系列為中英對照讀物，優美的語言、深厚的情感、地道的英文，讓讀者既能欣賞到原汁原味和凝練生動的英文，還能深層次地品讀語言特色與藝術之美，是英語學習愛好者、文學愛好者的必備讀物。

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本套“每天讀點好英文”系列叢書由常青藤語言教學中心編譯。常青藤語言教學中心長期致力于雙語讀物的編撰工作，在編選與翻譯方面兼具專業性與權威性。

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人生是一段反復練習的旅程。
練習承受生命中的每次別離，
練習度過沒有你的日子，
練習一個人獨自生活，
練習和最親愛的人相守相伴，
練習如何去愛……
“練習”系列，陪你走過人生里的每段練習。

最后的告別Say Goodbye to You

婚禮之舞The Wedding Dance
一只狗的遺囑The Last Will and Testament of an Extremely Distinguished Dog
最愛紅蝴蝶結The Puppy with a Red Bow
寵物情緣Ozzie
它在某一個角落等我Charlie
一只狗狗的告白A Dog’s Last Will
美麗心靈The Integrity of “Ugly”
永遠的朋友Friends Forever
果凍心Jelly Hearts
獻給佑蘭的玫瑰Roses for Yolande
杰里米的空蛋殼Jeremy’s Empty Egg
“真好看。”她說 “Beautiful.”She Said
媽媽與孩子Mother and Child 最后的告別Say Goodbye to You

婚禮之舞The Wedding Dance
一只狗的遺囑The Last Will and Testament of an Extremely Distinguished Dog
最愛紅蝴蝶結The Puppy with a Red Bow
寵物情緣Ozzie
它在某一個角落等我Charlie
一只狗狗的告白A Dog’s Last Will
美麗心靈The Integrity of “Ugly”
永遠的朋友Friends Forever
果凍心Jelly Hearts
獻給佑蘭的玫瑰Roses for Yolande
杰里米的空蛋殼Jeremy’s Empty Egg
“真好看。”她說 “Beautiful.”She Said
媽媽與孩子Mother and Child
羅比的鋼琴課Robby’s Piano Lessons

再見，時光 Say Goodbye to My Time?
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你所記得的All You Remember
童?年Childhood
青?春Youth
陽光下的時光Hours in the Sun
我的人生已逝My Life Is Over
當時光已逝My Life Is Over
朝暮之年Of Youth and Age
夢中兒女Dream Children
父愛無聲Silent Father-love
送?行Seeing People Off
愛在無語時Words from a Father
愛之花悄然綻放Love in Bloom
女兒上學了Sending Kids Off to School
長大成人When Allie Left Home
愛之花悄然綻放Love in Bloom
女兒上學了Sending Kids Off to School

告別昨天的自己Say Goodbye to Yesterday

女兒結婚了Father of the Bride
遞給母親的甜蜜撫慰Squeeze My Hand and I’ll Tell You that I Love You
與父親共舞?A Dance with Dad
我考了I Made a 41
瑪?吉Maggie
電話里的朋友A Friend on the Line
我的好妹妹The Importance of Conscience
當女兒發脾氣The Tantrum
一只磯鷂會帶給你快樂A Sandpiper to Bring You Joy
愛如斷臂Love Is Just Like a Broken Arm
昔為人子，今為人父Once the Son, Now the Father
等待微風Waiting for the Breeze
人生處處是轉角Always Changing
別在頭發上的花兒The Flower in Her Hair
父子伙伴情A Boy and His Father Become Partners
別浪費你寶貴的時間Don’t Waste Precious Time

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婚禮之舞 佚名 他握著我的手，他已成為一個男人，不再是我記憶中的孩子了。隨著歲月的流逝，從他的手到臉，還有他沖我微笑的樣子，都越來越像他的父親。我們沿著地板優雅地踏著舞步，他年輕的新娘站在旁邊看著我們。我有新女兒了！噢，不知不覺已過去了許多年！那天，我還疲憊不堪地抱著一個哇哇啼哭的嬰兒，數著他粉紅的小手指和小腳趾。現在，我卻再也不是他生命中最重要的女人了。 他像他爸爸當年一樣，時而輕盈旋轉，時而帶著我風也似的大踏步舞動。不知他爸爸是否在看著我們，此刻兒子調皮地眨著眼睛。突然，他摟住我的腰，使我的身體后傾，我笑了起來，這笑聲和與我年齡一半大小的女孩子發出的一樣爽朗。兒子這個小淘氣順勢貼近我，賓客們鼓起掌來。他吻了我的面頰后，扶我起身。回首逝去的往昔，我差點流下遺憾的淚水。 不，那不是遺憾的淚水。對這個孩子，這個男人，沒什么值得遺憾的。他一直是，也將永遠是我歡樂的源泉。時間抹不去那些悲傷和心痛，但是沒什么可遺憾的，正如活著就會有傷心的時刻，有孩子也會有傷心。既然我的兒子已經成了自己想做的人，我也就沒什么可遺憾的了。 音樂節奏漸緩，他的情緒也開始變化。如果從他眼中能看出他理解我此刻的感受，我肯定會哭出來的。想到這些，我不禁投入他的懷抱，把頭靠在他寬厚的肩膀上。整個房間一下安靜了，就連嬰兒都停止了哭鬧。柔情的鋼琴曲開始讓我們在地板上旋轉，經過那些熟悉和陌生的面孔。他們的微笑也引我發笑，讓我意識到今天不是哭泣的日子。兒子的手在背后推了我一下，這個微妙的動作讓我知道，該輪到我的新女兒照顧他了。 這個日子不該哭泣，但是眼淚卻要落下來。我嘆了口氣，摸了摸他光滑的臉龐，看著這張從嬰兒到兒童，再到少年，最后變成大人的臉。是不是這一天對于做母親的來說都很難過呢？我情不自禁地這樣想。隨著鋼琴曲漸漸過渡到兒子特意挑選來和新娘伴舞的音樂，我轉過身看見新娘臉上露出害羞的神色，她拉著我的另一只手。我不能對他們中的任何一個說話，但我知道，當我吻他倆時，他們能從我的眼中讀出我心里的想法。 走到舞池盡頭時，我突然意識到，今天確實有件遺憾的事—— 丈夫沒能在這里牽著我的手。 The Wedding Dance Anonymous The hand that clasps mine is not that of the child I can still remember, but that of the man he has become. From that hand to his face to the smile he beams at me, he is his father in days gone by. We move gracefully across the floor as his young bride looks on. My new daughter. Oh, how the years have passed! It seems I didn’t even notice. One day, I held a squalling infant in my exhausted arms and counted tiny pink fingers and toes. The next, I’m no longer the most important woman in his life. An effortless spin and he’s taking me across the floor with a flare like his father’s. I wonder if he’s looking down on us at this moment as my son’s eyes sparkle with his mischief. Suddenly, I’m bent backward and laughing like a girl half my age, my young rogue leaning over me and guests applauding. He kisses my cheek and spins me upright again. The regretful tears of the past threaten my eyes. No, they are not regretful tears. I have no regrets where this boy—this man—is concerned. He has been, and always will be, my pure joy. Time cannot wipe away the sadness and heartache, but there was never regret! Heartache comes with having children as it does with being alive. If my son is all he wants to be, I have no regrets. As the music slows, his mood seems to waver. Knowing that if I see any of what I’m feeling in his eyes I will surely cry, I move into his arms and rest my head on his strong shoulder. A hush has descended on the entire room; not even the babies are fussing. The gentle piano guides us around the floor, passed faces that have always been near, and new ones destined for the same. Their smiles bring one to my face as I realize this is not a day for tears. The hand against my back gives me a squeeze. It is a most subtle gesture to let me know my new daughter’s turn to care for him has come. It is not a day for tears, but they threaten nonetheless. I sigh and touch his smooth cheek, seeing the face of a baby, child, teen, and man. Is this day so difficult for all mothers? I can’t help wondering. As the music switches with ease to the one, he chose to dance to with his bride, I turn and find her shy face with my other hand. I can’t speak to either, but I know that my heart is in my eyes as each receives my kiss. Walking to the edge of the floor, I suddenly realize I do have one regret today. I regret that my husband is not here to hold my hand. 一只狗的遺囑 尤金?奧尼爾 我叫席爾維丹?安伯倫?奧尼爾，而家人、朋友和熟識我的人，都叫我伯萊明。衰老帶給我的負擔讓我認識到自己已經走到了生命的盡頭，因此，我將把最后的情感和遺囑埋葬于主人的心中。直到我死后，他才會驀然發現，這些情感和遺囑就埋藏在他心靈的一隅，當他孤寂時，或許會想起我，就在那一瞬間，他會突然感受到這份遺囑的內容，我期望他能將此銘記于心，當做紀念。 我可以遺留下來的實物少得可憐。其實我們比人類更聰明，我們不會將一些亂七八糟的東西收藏在一個大倉庫里，也不會把時間浪費在儲藏金錢上，更不會為了保持現有的和沒有得到的東西，而擾亂自己的睡眠。 除了愛和信賴，我沒有什么值錢的東西可以留給他人。我將這些留給所有愛過我的人，首先要留給我的男主人和女主人，我知道他們會為我的離去獻上最深切的哀悼；其次要留給曾經善待我的自由公民；還要留給茜、羅、威利和諾米。當然，如果要把所有愛過我的人的名單列出來，我會強迫我的主人寫一本書。死亡是世間一切生靈都無法拒絕的一個過程，對于即將面臨死亡的我來說，說這些大話簡直是徒勞。可是要知道我一直都是惹人喜歡的狗，也該讓我的這點兒虛榮心得到滿足吧。 希望我的男女主人能將我牢記在心，但并不要為我悲傷太久。在我的有生之年里，我會竭盡所能在他們悲傷時，給他們慰藉；在他們開心時，為他們增添幾分歡愉。但一想到我的死將會給他們帶來悲傷，便令我痛苦不已。 我要讓他們知道，沒有任何狗曾像我這樣快樂地生活過，而這全都得歸功于他們對我的關愛。如今我已經變得又瞎又聾還瘸，連昔日靈敏的嗅覺也喪失殆盡。現在，即使是一只兔子在我的鼻子底下恣意走動，我也可能渾然不覺。我的尊嚴已經在病痛和衰老中消失，這是一種莫名的恥辱，生命似乎也在嘲笑我的無能。我知道，我該在疾病成為自己以及所有愛我的人的負擔之前與他們道別。 我的悲傷來自于即將離開自己所愛的人，而非死亡。狗并不像人一樣懼怕死亡，我們認為死亡是生命的一部分，而不是毀掉生命的恐怖惡靈。有誰能夠知道死亡之后會是什么呢？ 我寧愿相信我去往的是天堂。那里的每個人都青春永駐，美食飽腹；那里每天都有浪漫精彩的事情發生，那里的美女近乎完美無瑕，那里的杰克兔如天堂美女一樣輕盈地奔跑于沙漠中。在那里，我們時刻都可以享受到美味佳肴。在每個漫長的夜晚，都有無數永不熄滅的壁爐，那些燃燒的木柴一根根卷曲起來，閃爍著火焰的光芒，我們倦怠地打著盹，進入甜蜜的夢鄉。夢中會再現我們在人世間的英勇時光以及男主人和女主人的無限愛憐。 恐怕我的這些期盼對于一只狗來說太多了，但死亡前的平靜和安詳一定是有的。給予衰老疲倦的身心一個安詳而長久的休憩之所，讓我在人世間得以長眠。我已享受到充裕的愛。這里，將是我最完美的歸宿。 我最后還有一個誠摯的祈求。我曾聽到女主人說：“伯萊明死后，我再也不會養別的狗了。我是如此愛它，這種感情無法傾注到別的狗身上。” 如今我要懇求她，再養一只狗吧！把對我的那些愛給它。永不再養別的狗，并不會加重她對我的回憶之情。 我希望能夠感受到，這個家庭一旦有了我之后，便無法再生活在沒有狗的日子里。我絕不是那種心胸狹窄、嫉妒心強的狗。我一直認為大部分的狗都是善良的（像我一樣，晚上，我愿意與一只貓，甚至是黑貓分享臥室內的那塊地毯，我用善良的心靈忍受著它那暴躁的脾氣，很少和它動怒，也從不斤斤計較）。當然了，善良的狗還有很多。眾所周知，達爾馬提亞狗是最好的狗。 所以，我建議讓達爾馬提亞狗做我的接班人。它們的繁殖能力不強，但是它們舉止高雅，而且有著與眾不同的帥氣，就像我年輕時一樣。我的男主人和女主人千萬不要勉強它做無法辦到的事情。但它會盡力把一切事情做到最好，一定會的！當然它有一些不可避免的缺點，別人總會拿這些缺點與我比較，這反而有助于他們對我的回憶常葆如新。把我的頸圈、皮帶、外套和雨衣留給它，這是您1929年在巴黎的赫耳墨斯為我訂做的。以往大家總會用贊嘆的眼光看著我穿戴這些東西，繞過溫德姆宮殿，沿著公園大道走下去。雖然它穿戴起來絕對無法像我那樣英姿颯爽，但我深信，它一定會竭盡所能不表現得像只笨拙、沒見過世面的狗。 在這個牧場上，它也許會在某些方面，證明自己是可以和我媲美的。我想，至少在追逐杰克兔這件事上，它一定會表現得比衰老時的我優秀。雖然它有許多無法彌補的缺點，但我依然希望它在我的老家過得幸福快樂。 親愛的男女主人，這是我道別的最后一個請求了。 無論什么時候，你們到我的墳前看我，借助我與你們相伴一生長久、快樂的回憶，請以滿懷哀傷而歡欣的口吻對自己說：“這里埋葬著愛我們的和我們愛的朋友。” 不管我睡得多沉，依舊可以聽到你們的呼喚，所有的死神都無法阻止我朝你們歡快地搖尾巴。 The Last Will and Testament of an Extremely Distinguished Dog Eugene ONeill I’m Silverdene Emblem O’Neill (familiarly known to my family, friends and acquaintances as Blemie), because the burden of my years is heavy upon me, and I realize the end of my life is near, do hereby bury my last will and testament in the mind of my Master. He will not know it is there until I am dead. Then, remembering me in his loneliness, he will suddenly know of this testament, and I ask him then to inscribe it as a memorial to me. I have little in the way of material things to leave. Dogs are wiser than men. They do not set great store upon things. They do not waste their time hoarding property. They do not ruin their sleep worrying about objects they have, and to obtain the objects they have not. There is nothing of value I have to bequeath except my love and my faith. These I leave to those who have loved me, to my Master and Mistress, who I know will mourn me most; to Freeman who has been so good to me; to Cyn and Roy and Willie and Naomi and but if I should list all those who have loved me it would force my Master to write a book. Perhaps it is in vain of me to boast when I am so near death, which returns all beasts and vanities to dust, but I have always been an extremely lovable dog. I ask my Master and Mistress to remember me always, but not to grieve for me too long. In my life I have tried to be a comfort to them in time of sorrow, and a reason for added joy in their happiness. It is painful for me to think that even in death I should cause them pain. Let them remember that while no dog has ever had a happier life (and this I owe to their love and care for me), now that I have grown blind and deaf and lame, and even my sense of smell fails me so that a rabbit could be right under my nose and I might not know, my pride has sunk to a sick, bewildered humiliation. I feel life is taunting me with having over lingered my welcome. It is time I said good-bye, before I become too sick a burden on myself and on those who love me. It will be sorrow to leave them, but not a sorrow to die. Dogs do not fear death as men do. We accept it as a part of life, not as something alien and terrible which destroys life. What may come after death, who knows? I would like to believe that there is a Paradise where one is always young and full-bladdered; here all the day one dillies and dallies with an amorous multitude of houris, beautifully spotted; where jack-rabbits that run fast but not too fast (like the houris) are as the sands of the desert; where each blissful hour is mealtime; where in long evenings there are a million fireplaces with logs forever burning and one curls oneself up and blinks into the flames and nods and dreams, remembering the old brave days on earth, and the love of one’s Master and Mistress. I am afraid this is too much for even such a dog as I am to expect. But peace, at least, is certain. Peace and long rest for weary old heart and head and limbs, and eternal sleeps in the earth I have loved so well. Perhaps, after all, this is best. One last request I earnestly make. I have heard my Mistress say, “When Blemie dies we must never have another dog. I love him so much I could never love another one.” Now I would ask her, for love of me, to have another. It would be a poor tribute to my memory never to have a dog again. What I would like to feel is that, having once had me in the family, now she cannot live without a dog! I have never had a narrow jealous spirit. I have always held that most dogs are good (and one cat, the black one I have permitted to share the living-room rug during the evenings, whose affection I have tolerated in a kindly spirit, and in rare sentimental moods, even reciprocated a trifle). Some dogs, of course, are better than others. Dalmatians, naturally, as everyone knows, are best. So I suggest a dalmatian as my successor. He can hardly be as well-bred, or as well-mannered or as distinguished and handsome as I was in my prime. My Master and Mistress must not ask the impossible. But he will do his best, I am sure, and even his inevitable defects will help by comparison to keep my memory green. To him I bequeath my collar and leash and my overcoat and raincoat, made to order in 1929 at Hermes in Paris. He can never wear them with the distinction I did, walking around the Place Vendome, or later along Park Avenue, all eyes fixed on me in admiration; but again I am sure he will do his utmost not to appear a mere gauche provincial dog. Here on the ranch, he may prove himself quite worthy of comparison, in some respects. He will, I presume, come closer to jack-rabbits than I have been able to in recent years. And, for all his faults, I hereby wish him the happiness I know will be his in my old home. One last word of farewell, dear Master and Mistress. Whenever you visit my grave, say to yourselves with regret but also with happiness in your hearts at the remembrance of my long happy life with you: “Here lies one who loved us and whom we loved.” No matter how deep my sleep I shall hear you, and not all the power of death can keep my spirit from wagging a grateful tail. ……

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