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Jonathan Livingston Seagull (I)  [配乐朗读]

(2010-05-01 09:01:32)



分类: 教育


To the real Jonathan Seagull, who lives within us all --


Jonathan Livingston Seagull (I)

Written by Richard Bach


It was morning, and the new sun 1)sparkled gold across the 2)ripples of a gentle sea. A mile from shore a fishing boat 3)chummed the water, and the word for Breakfast Flock flashed through the air, till a crowd of a thousand seagulls came to 4)dodge and fight for bits of food. It was another busy day beginning.

But way off alone, out by himself beyond boat and shore, Jonathan Livingston Seagull was practicing. A hundred feet in the sky he lowered his 5)webbed feet, lifted his beak, and 6)strained to hold a painful hard twisting curve through his wings. The curve meant that he would fly slowly, and now he slowed until the wind was a whisper in his face, until the ocean stood still beneath him. He narrowed his eyes in fierce concentration, held his breath, forced one... single... more... inch... of... curve... Then his feathers 7)ruffled, he 8)stalled and fell.

Seagulls, as you know, never 9)falter, never stall. To stall in the air is for them disgrace and it is dishonor.

But Jonathan Livingston Seagull, unashamed, stretching his wings again in that trembling hard curve -- slowing, slowing, and stalling once more -- was no ordinary bird.

Most gulls don't bother to learn more than the simplest facts of flight -- how to get from shore to food and back again. For most gulls, it is not flying that matters, but eating. For this gull, though, it was not eating that mattered, but flight. More than anything else. Jonathan Livingston Seagull loved to fly.

This kind of thinking, he found, is not the way to make one's self popular with other birds. Even his parents were 10)dismayed as Jonathan spent whole days alone, making hundreds of low-level glides, experimenting.

"See here, Jonathan," said his father not unkindly. "Winter isn't far away. Boats will be few and the surface fish will be swimming deep. If you must study, then study food, and how to get it. This flying business is all very well, but you can't eat a glide, you know. Don't you forget that the reason you fly is to eat."

Jonathan nodded obediently. For the next few days he tried to behave like the other gulls; he really tried, 11)screeching and fighting with the flock around the 12)piers and fishing boats, diving on 13)scraps of fish and bread. But he couldn't make it work.

It's all so 14)pointless, he thought, 15)deliberately dropping a hard-won 16)anchovy to a hungry old gull chasing him. I could be spending all this time learning to fly. There's so much to learn!

It wasn't long before Jonathan Gull was off by himself again, far out at sea, hungry, happy, learning.

He felt better for his decision to be just another one of the Flock. He climbed two thousand feet above the black sea, and without a moment for thought of failure and death, he brought his 17)forewings tightly in to his body, left only the narrow swept daggers of his 18)wingtips extended into the wind, and fell into a 19)vertical dive.

The wind was a monster roar at his head. Seventy miles per hour, ninety, a hundred and twenty and faster still. The wing-strain now at a hundred and forty miles per hour wasn't nearly as hard as it had been before at seventy, and with the faintest twist of his wingtips he eased out of the dive and shot above the waves, a gray 20)cannonball under the moon.

By sunup, Jonathan Gull was practicing again. From five thousand feet the fishing boats were 21)specks in the flat blue water, Breakfast Flock was a faint cloud of dust 22)motes, circling.

His thought was triumph. 23)Terminal velocity! A seagull at two hundred fourteen miles per hour! It was a breakthrough, the greatest single moment in the history of the Flock, and in that moment a new age opened for Jonathan Gull.

He spared no time that day for talk with other gulls, but flew on past sunset. He discovered the 24)loop, the slow roll, the point roll, the 25)inverted spin, the gull 26)bunt, the 27)pinwheel.

When Jonathan Seagull joined the Flock on the beach, it was full night. He was dizzy and terribly tired. Yet in delight he flew a loop to landing, with a 28)snap roll just before 29)touchdown. When they hear of it, he thought, of the Breakthrough, they'll be wild with joy. How much more there is now to living! We can be free! We can learn to fly!

The years ahead hummed and glowed with promise.

                                                                (To be continued)
























1) sparkle [5spB:kl] v. 闪耀

2) ripple [5ripl] n. 涟漪,细浪

3) chum [tFQm] v. 撒饵

4) dodge [dCdV] v. 躲闪

5) webbed [webd] a. 有蹼的

6) strain [strein] v. 拉紧,尽力

7) ruffle [5rQfl] v. 竖起

8) stall [stC:l] v. 停止

9) falter [5fC:ltE] v. 蹒跚

10) dismayed [dis5meid] a. 沮丧

11) screech [skri:tF] v. 尖锐地叫

12) pier [piE] n. 码头

13) scrap [skrAp] n. 小片

14) pointless [5pCintlis] a. 无意义的

15) deliberately [di5libErEtli] adv. 有意地

16) anchovy [5AntFEvi] n. 凤尾鱼

17) forewing [5fC:wiN] n. 前翅

18) wingtip [5wiNtip] n. 翼尖

19) vertical [5vE:tikEl] a. 垂直的

20) cannonball [5kAnEnbR:l] n. 炮弹

21) speck [spek] n. 微粒,小点

22) mote [mEut] n. 尘埃

23) terminal velocity 终速,自由沉降速度

24) loop [lu:p] n. 翻筋斗

25) inverted spin 反螺旋

26) bunt [bQnt] n. 抵,撞

27) pinwheel [5pin7wi:l] n. 风车转

28) snap roll (一种特技飞行)快滚

29) touchdown [5tQtFdaJn] n. 着地








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