彼得·潘

彼得·潘

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出版时间:2008-6
出版社:清华大学
作者:詹姆斯·巴里
页数:170
书名:彼得·潘
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彼得·潘
内容概要
Peter Pan,中文译名为《彼得·潘》,也称《小飞侠》,是20世纪最伟大的童话巨著之一,它是由英国著名小说家、剧作家詹姆斯·巴里编著而成。这是一个充满魔幻、神奇的美丽故事。小飞侠彼得·潘是个永远长不大的勇敢小子,调皮且喜爱冒险,在神秘的梦幻岛上快乐地生活着,那里还住着小仙子、美人鱼、印第安人和凶恶的海盗。一天,小飞侠邀请小朋友温蒂和她的两个弟弟来到梦幻岛游玩。于是,在那里发生了一件一件令温蒂无法想象和忘却的传奇故事:落户大树底下的神奇之家;与小仙子、美人鱼一起游玩;和印第安人结盟智斗海盗,等等。    该书一经出版,很快就成为当时最受关注和最畅销的童话作品,至今被译成世界上几十种文字,曾经先后多次被改编成戏剧、电影、电视和卡通片等。书中所展现的神奇故事伴随了一代又一代人的美丽童年、少年直至成年。    无论作为语言学习的课本,还是作为通俗的文学读本,全文引进该书对当代中国的青少年都将产生积极的影响。为了使读者能够了解英文故事概况,进而提高阅读速度和阅读水平,在每章的开始部分增加了中文导读。
作者简介
  詹姆斯·巴里(1860-1937),英国著名小说家、剧作家。出生于苏格兰,1882年毕业于爱丁堡大学获学士学位。1885年迁居伦敦,从事新闻编辑工作,并开始小说创作。巴里早年爱好戏剧,1897年将自己创作的畅销作品、长篇小说《小牧师》改编成剧本上演并获成功。此后,他的大部分创作作品是戏剧。1928年他当选为英国作家协会主席,1930年受聘为爱丁堡大学名誉校长。  他一生为青少年创作了许多童话故事和童话剧,其中影响最大、最著名的是1904年出版的《彼得·潘》(后来也称《小飞侠》)。《彼得·潘》出版后立刻引起了轰动,之后被搬上舞台戏院。1953年,迪士尼公司出品了动画版的《小飞侠》影片。1991年,好莱坞著名导演斯皮尔伯格,又根据《小飞侠》的故事拍摄了电影《虎克船长》。2003年,根据小说《彼得·潘》改编的电影《小飞侠》再次在全世界公映。《彼得·潘》之所以赢得了各国大小读者的欢心,原因在于巴里在这部充满梦幻的作品中创造了一个十分诱人的童话境界——梦幻岛。书中极力渲染梦幻岛上儿童式的欢乐,讴歌了美好纯真的童心。在梦幻岛上,有孩子们早就从童话故事中熟知的小仙女、海盗、印第安人、美人鱼等,在那个用蘑菇当烟囱的地下之家,生活快乐无忧。彼得与海盗,海盗与红人之间的“大战”,鲜明地烙着儿童打仗游戏的印证。巴里正是通过奇妙的梦幻岛和不肯长大的男孩彼得·潘这样的童话形象告诉人们:童年是人生中最美的乐章,珍惜可贵的童年时代,让孩子们尽情地享受那仅仅属于他们的欢乐。  《彼得·潘》是世界儿童文学的瑰宝,该书出版一百多年来被译成几十种文字,受到全世界各国人民的喜爱。以小飞侠故事为内容的连环画、纪念册、版画、邮票等至今风行世界各地。
书籍目录
第一章
彼得·潘闯了进来\Chapter
1
Peter
Breaks
Through 1第二章
影子\Chapter
2
The
Shadow 11第三章
走吧,走吧!\Chapter
3
Come
Away,
Come
Away! 21第四章
飞行\Chapter
4
The
Flight 37第五章
真正的岛\Chapter
5
The
Island
Comes
True 48第六章
小屋子\Chapter
6
The
Little
House 59第七章
地下的家\Chapter
7
The
Home
under
the
Ground 68第八章
美人鱼的环礁湖\Chapter
8
The
Mermaid's
Lagoon 75第九章
梦幻鸟\Chapter
9
The
Never
Bird 89第十章
快乐的家庭\Chapter
10
The
Happy
Home 94第十一章
温蒂的故事\Chapter
11
Wendy's
Story 101第十二章
孩子们被抓走了\Chapter
12
The
Children
Are
Carried
Off 111第十三章
你相信仙子吗?\Chapter
13
Do
You
Believe
in
Fairies? 118第十四章
海盗船\Chapter
14
The
Pirate
Ship 127第十五章
“和胡克拼个你死我活”\Chapter
15
"Hook
or
Me
This
Time" 136第十六章
回家\Chapter
16
The
Return
Home 148第十七章
温蒂长大了\Chapter
17
When
Wendy
Grew
Up 159
章节摘录
ll
children,
except
one,
grow
up.
They
soon
know
that
they
will
grow
up,
and
the
way
Wendy
knew
was
this.
One
day
when
she
was
two
years
old
she
was
playing
in
a
garden,
and
she
plucked
another
flower
and
ran
with
it
to
her
mother.
I
suppose
she
must
have
looked
rather
delightful,
for
Mrs.
Darling
put
her
hand
to
her
heart
and
cried,
"Oh,
why
cant
you
remain
like
this
for
ever!"
This
was
all
that
passed
between
them
on
the
subject,
but
henceforth
Wendy
knew
that
she
must
grow
up.
You
always
know
after
you
are
two.
Two
is
the
beginning
of
the
end.Of
course
they
lived
at
14
(their
house
number
on
their
street),
and
until
Wendy
came
her
mother
was
the
chief
one.
She
was
a
lovely
lady,
with
a
romantic
mind
and
such
a
sweet
mocking
mouth.
Her
romantic
mind
was
like
the
tiny
boxes,
one
within
the
other,
that
come
from
the
puzzling
East,
however
many
you
discover
there
is
always
one
more;
and
her
sweet
mocking
mouth
had
one
kiss
on
it
that
Wendy
could
never
get,
though
there
it
was,
perfectly
conspicuous
in
the
right-hand
corner.The
way
Mr.
Darling
won
her
was
this:
the
many
gentlemen
who
had
been
boys
when
she
was
a
girl
discovered
simultaneously
that
they
loved
her,
and
they
all
ran
to
her
house
to
propose
to
her
except
Mr.
Darling,
who
took
a
cab
and
nipped
in
first,
and
so
he
got
her.
He
got
all
of
her,
except
the
innermost
box
and
the
kiss.
He
never
knew
about
the
box,
and
in
time
he
gave
up
trying
for
the
kiss.
Wendy
thought
Napoleon
could
have
got
it,
but
I
can
picture
him
trying,
and
then
going
off
in
a
passion,
slamming
the
door.Mr.
Darling
used
to
boast
to
Wendy
that
her
mother
not
only
loved
him
but
respected
him.
He
was
one
of
those
deep
ones
who
know
about
stocks
and
shares.
Of
course
no
one
really
knows,
but
he
quite
seemed
to
know,
and
he
often
said
stocks
were
up
and
shares
were
down
in
a
way
that
would
have
made
any
woman
respect
him.Mrs.
Darling
was
married
in
white,
and
at
first
she
kept
the
books
perfectly,
almost
gleefully,
as
if
it
were
a
game,
not
so
much
as
a
Brussels
sprout
was
missing;
but
by
and
by
whole
cauliflowers
dropped
out,
and
instead
of
them
there
were
pictures
of
babies
without
faces.
She
drew
them
when
she
should
have
been
totting
up.
They
were
Mrs.
Darlings
guesses.Wendy
came
first,
then
John,
then
Michael.For
a
week
or
two
after
Wendy
came
it
was
doubtful
whether
they
would
be
able
to
keep
her,
as
she
was
another
mouth
to
feed.
Mr.
Darling
was
frightfully
proud
of
her,
but
he
was
very
honourable,
and
he
sat
on
the
edge
of
Mrs.
Darlings
bed,
holding
her
hand
and
calculating
expenses,
while
she
looked
at
him
imploringly.
She
wanted
to
risk
it,
come
what
might,
but
that
was
not
his
way;
his
way
was
with
a
pencil
and
a
piece
of
paper,
and
if
she
confused
him
with
suggestions
he
had
to
begin
at
the
beginning
again."Now
dont
interrupt,"
he
would
beg
of
her."I
have
one
pound
seventeen
here,
and
two
and
six
at
the
office;
I
can
cut
off
my
coffee
at
the
office,
say
ten
shillings,
making
two
nine
and
six,
with
your
eighteen
and
three
makes
three
nine
seven,
with
five
naught
naught
in
my
cheque-book
makes
eight
nine
seven—who
is
that
moving?—eight
nine
seven,
dot
and
carry
seven—dont
speak,
my
own—and
the
pound
you
lent
to
that
man
who
came
to
the
door—quiet,
child—dot
and
carry
child—there,
youve
done
it!
—did
I
say
nine
nine
seven?
yes,
I
said
nine
nine
seven;
the
question
is,
can
we
try
it
for
a
year
on
nine
nine
seven?""Of
course
we
can,
George,"
she
cried.
But
she
was
prejudiced
in
Wendys
favour,
and
he
was
really
the
grander
character
of
the
two."Remember
mumps,"
he
warned
her
almost
threateningly,
and
off
he
went
again.
"Mumps
one
pound,
that
is
what
I
have
put
down,
but
I
daresay
it
will
be
more
like
thirty
shillings—dont
speak—measles
one
five,
German
measles
half
a
guinea,
makes
two
fifteen
six—dont
waggle
your
finger—whooping-cough,
say
fifteen
shillings"—and
so
on
it
went,
and
it
added
up
differently
each
time;
but
at
last
Wendy
just
got
through,
with
mumps
reduced
to
twelve
six,
and
the
two
kinds
of
measles
treated
as
one.There
was
the
same
excitement
over
John,
and
Michael
had
even
a
narrower
squeak;
but
both
were
kept,
and
soon,
you
might
have
seen
the
three
of
them
going
in
a
row
to
Miss
Fulsoms
Kindergarten
school,
accompanied
by
their
nurse.Mrs.
Darling
loved
to
have
everything
just
so,
and
Mr.
Darling
had
a
passion
for
being
exactly
like
his
neighbours;
so,
of
course,
they
had
a
nurse.
As
they
were
poor,
owing
to
the
amount
of
milk
the
children
drank,
this
nurse
was
a
prim
Newfoundland
dog,
called
Nana,
who
had
belonged
to
no
one
in
particular
until
the
Darlings
engaged
her.
She
had
always
thought
children
important,
however,
and
the
Darlings
had
become
acquainted
with
her
in
Kensington
Gardens,
where
she
spent
most
of
her
spare
time
peeping
into
perambulators,
and
was
much
hated
by
careless
nursemaids,
whom
she
followed
to
their
homes
and
complained
of
to
their
mistresses.
She
proved
to
be
quite
a
treasure
of
a
nurse.
How
thorough
she
was
at
bath-time,
and
up
at
any
moment
of
the
night
if
one
of
her
charges
made
the
slightest
cry.
Of
course
her
kennel
was
in
the
nursery.
She
had
a
genius
for
knowing
when
a
cough
is
a
thing
to
have
no
patience
with
and
when
it
needs
stocking
around
your
throat.
She
believed
to
her
last
day
in
old-fashioned
remedies
like
rhubarb
leaf,
and
made
sounds
of
contempt
over
all
this
new-fangled
talk
about
germs,
and
so
on.
It
was
a
lesson
in
propriety
to
see
her
escorting
the
children
to
school,
walking
sedately
by
their
side
when
they
were
well
behaved,
and
butting
them
back
into
line
if
they
strayed.
On
Johns
footer
(in
England
soccer
was
called
football,
footer
for
short)
days
she
never
once
forgot
his
sweater,
and
she
usually
carried
an
umbrella
in
her
mouth
in
case
of
rain.
There
is
a
room
in
the
basement
of
Miss
Fulsoms
school
where
the
nurses
wait.
They
sat
on
forms,
while
Nana
lay
on
the
floor,
but
that
was
the
only
difference.
They
affected
to
ignore
her
as
of
an
inferior
social
status
to
themselves,
and
she
despised
their
light
talk.
She
resented
visits
to
the
nursery
from
Mrs.
Darlings
friends,
but
if
they
did
come
she
first
whipped
off
Michaels
pinafore
and
put
him
into
the
one
with
blue
braiding,
and
smoothed
out
Wendy
and
made
a
dash
at
Johns
hair.No
nursery
could
possibly
have
been
conducted
more
correctly,
and
Mr.
Darling
knew
it,
yet
he
sometimes
wondered
uneasily
whether
the
neighbours
talked.He
had
his
position
in
the
city
to
consider.Nana
also
troubled
him
in
another
way.
He
had
sometimes
a
feeling
that
she
did
not
admire
him.
"I
know
she
admires
you
tremendously,
George,"
Mrs.
Darling
would
assure
him,
and
then
she
would
sign
to
the
children
to
be
specially
nice
to
father.
Lovely
dances
followed,
in
which
the
only
other
servant,
Liza,
was
sometimes
allowed
to
join.
Such
a
midget
she
looked
in
her
long
skirt
and
maids
cap,
though
she
had
sworn,
when
engaged,
that
she
would
never
see
ten
again.
The
gaiety
of
those
romps!
And
gayest
of
all
was
Mrs.
Darling,
who
would
pirouette
so
wildly
that
all
you
could
see
of
her
was
the
kiss,
and
then
if
you
had
dashed
at
her
you
might
have
got
it.
There
never
was
a
simpler
happier
family
until
the
coming
of
Peter
Pan.Mrs.
Darling
first
heard
of
Peter
when
she
was
tidying
up
her
childrens
minds.
It
is
the
nightly
custom
of
every
good
mother
after
her
children
are
asleep
to
rummage
in
their
minds
and
put
things
straight
for
next
morning,
repacking
into
their
proper
places
the
many
articles
that
have
wandered
during
the
day.
If
you
could
keep
awake
(but
of
course
you
cant)
you
would
see
your
own
mother
doing
this,
and
you
would
find
it
very
interesting
to
watch
her.
It
is
quite
like
tidying
up
drawers.
You
would
see
her
on
her
knees,
I
expect,
lingering
humorously
over
some
of
your
contents,
wondering
where
on
earth
you
had
picked
this
thing
up,
making
discoveries
sweet
and
not
so
sweet,
pressing
this
to
her
cheek
as
if
it
were
as
nice
as
a
kitten,
and
hurriedly
stowing
that
out
of
sight.
When
you
wake
in
the
morning,
the
naughtiness
and
evil
passions
with
which
you
went
to
bed
have
been
folded
up
small
and
placed
at
the
bottom
of
your
mind
and
on
the
top,
beautifully
aired,
are
spread
out
your
prettier
thoughts,
ready
for
you
to
put
on.I
dont
know
whether
you
have
ever
seen
a
map
of
a
persons
mind.
Doctors
sometimes
draw
maps
of
other
parts
of
you,
and
your
own
map
can
become
intensely
interesting,
but
catch
them
trying
to
draw
a
map
of
a
childs
mind,
which
is
not
only
confused,
but
keeps
going
round
all
the
time.
There
are
zigzag
lines
on
it,
just
like
your
temperature
on
a
card,
and
these
are
probably
roads
in
the
island,
for
the
Neverland
is
always
more
or
less
an
island,
with
astonishing
splashes
of
colour
here
and
there,
and
coral
reefs
and
rakish-looking
craft
in
the
offing,
and
savages
and
lonely
lairs,
and
gnomes
who
are
mostly
tailors,
and
caves
through
which
a
river
runs,
and
princes
with
six
elder
brothers,
and
a
hut
fast
going
to
decay,
and
one
very
small
old
lady
with
a
hooked
nose.
It
would
be
an
easy
map
if
that
were
all,
but
there
is
also
first
day
at
school,
religion,
fathers,
the
round
pond,
needle-work,
murders,
hangings,
verbs
that
take
the
dative,
chocolate
pudding
day,
getting
into
braces,
say
ninety-nine,
three-pence
for
pulling
out
your
tooth
yourself,
and
so
on,
and
either
these
are
part
of
the
island
or
they
are
another
map
showing
through,
and
it
is
all
rather
confusing,
especially
as
nothing
will
stand
still.Of
course
the
Neverlands
vary
a
good
deal.
Johns,
for
instance,
had
a
lagoon
with
flamingoes
flying
over
it
at
which
John
was
shooting,
while
Michael,
who
was
very
small,
had
a
flamingo
with
lagoons
flying
over
it.
John
lived
in
a
boat
turned
upside
down
on
the
sands,
Michael
in
a
wigwam,
Wendy
in
a
house
of
leaves
deftly
sewn
together.
John
had
no
friends,
Michael
had
friends
at
night,
Wendy
had
a
pet
wolf
forsaken
by
its
parents,
but
on
the
whole
the
Neverlands
have
a
family
resemblance,
and
if
they
stood
still
in
a
row
you
could
say
of
them
that
they
have
each
others
nose,
and
so
forth.
On
these
magic
shores
children
at
play
are
for
ever
beaching
their
coracles
(simple
boat).
We
too
have
been
there;
we
can
still
hear
the
sound
of
the
surf,
though
we
shall
land
no
more.Of
all
delectable
islands
the
Neverland
is
the
snuggest
and
most
compact,
not
large
and
sprawly,
you
know,
with
tedious
distances
between
one
adventure
and
another,
but
nicely
crammed.
When
you
play
at
it
by
day
with
the
chairs
and
table-cloth,
it
is
not
in
the
least
alarming,
but
in
the
two
minutes
before
you
go
to
sleep
it
becomes
very
real.
That
is
why
there
are
night-lights.Occasionally
in
her
travels
through
her
childrens
minds
Mrs.
Darling
found
things
she
could
not
understand,
and
of
these
quite
the
most
perplexing
was
the
word
Peter.
She
knew
of
no
Peter,
and
yet
he
was
here
and
there
in
John
and
Michaels
minds,
while
Wendys
began
to
be
scrawled
all
over
with
him.
The
name
stood
out
in
bolder
letters
than
any
of
the
other
words,
and
as
Mrs.
Darling
gazed
she
felt
that
it
had
an
oddly
cocky
appearance."Yes,
he
is
rather
cocky,"
Wendy
admitted
with
regret.
Her
mother
had
been
questioning
her."But
who
is
he,
my
pet?""He
is
Peter
Pan,
you
know,
mother."At
first
Mrs.
Darling
did
not
know,
but
after
thinking
back
into
her
childhood
she
just
remembered
a
Peter
Pan
who
was
said
to
live
with
the
fairies.
There
were
odd
stories
about
him,
as
that
when
children
died
he
went
part
of
the
way
with
them,
so
that
they
should
not
be
frightened.
She
had
believed
in
him
at
the
time,
but
now
that
she
was
married
and
full
of
sense
she
quite
doubted
whether
there
was
any
such
person."Besides,"
she
said
to
Wendy,
"he
would
be
grown
up
by
this
time.""Oh
no,
he
isnt
grown
up,"
Wendy
assured
her
confidently,
"and
he
is
just
my
size."
She
meant
that
he
was
her
size
in
both
mind
and
body;
she
didnt
know
how
she
knew,
she
just
knew
it.Mrs.
Darling
consulted
Mr.
Darling,
but
he
smiled
pooh-pooh.
"Mark
my
words,"
he
said,
"it
is
some
nonsense
Nana
has
been
putting
into
their
heads;
just
the
sort
of
idea
a
dog
would
have.
Leave
it
alone,
and
it
will
blow
over."But
it
would
not
blow
over
and
soon
the
troublesome
boy
gave
Mrs.
Darling
quite
a
shock.Children
have
the
strangest
adventures
without
being
troubled
by
them.
For
instance,
they
may
remember
to
mention,
a
week
after
the
event
happened,
that
when
they
were
in
the
wood
they
had
met
their
dead
father
and
had
a
game
with
him.
It
was
in
this
casual
way
that
Wendy
one
morning
made
a
disquieting
revelation.
Some
leaves
of
a
tree
had
been
found
on
the
nursery
floor,
which
certainly
were
not
there
when
the
children
went
to
bed,
and
Mrs.
Darling
was
puzzling
over
them
when
Wendy
said
with
a
tolerant
smile:"I
do
believe
it
is
that
Peter
again!""Whatever
do
you
mean,
Wendy?""It
is
so
naughty
of
him
not
to
wipe
his
feet,"
Wendy
said,
sighing.
She
was
a
tidy
child.She
explained
in
quite
a
matter-of-fact
way
that
she
thought
Peter
sometimes
came
to
the
nursery
in
the
night
and
sat
on
the
foot
of
her
bed
and
played
on
his
pipes
to
her.
Unfortunately
she
never
woke,
so
she
didnt
know
how
she
knew,
she
just
knew."What
nonsense
you
talk,
precious.
No
one
can
get
into
the
house
without
knocking.""I
think
he
comes
in
by
the
window,"
she
said."My
love,
it
is
three
floors
up.""Were
not
the
leaves
at
the
foot
of
the
window,
mother?"It
was
quite
true;
the
leaves
had
been
found
very
near
the
window.Mrs.
Darling
did
not
know
what
to
think,
for
it
all
seemed
so
natural
to
Wendy
that
you
could
not
dismiss
it
by
saying
she
had
been
dreaming."My
child,"
the
mother
cried,
"why
did
you
not
tell
me
of
this
before?""I
forgot,"
said
Wendy
lightly.
She
was
in
a
hurry
to
get
her
breakfast.Oh,
surely
she
must
have
been
dreaming.But,
on
the
other
hand,
there
were
the
leaves.
Mrs.
Darling
examined
them
very
carefully;
they
were
skeleton
leaves,
but
she
was
sure
they
did
not
come
from
any
tree
that
grew
in
England.
She
crawled
about
the
floor,
peering
at
it
with
a
candle
for
marks
of
a
strange
foot.
She
rattled
the
poker
up
the
chimney
and
tapped
the
walls.
She
let
down
a
tape
from
the
window
to
the
pavement,
and
it
was
a
sheer
drop
of
thirty
feet,
without
so
much
as
a
spout
to
climb
up
by.Certainly
Wendy
had
been
dreaming.But
Wendy
had
not
been
dreaming,
as
the
very
next
night
showed,
the
night
on
which
the
extraordinary
adventures
of
these
children
may
be
said
to
have
begun.On
the
night
we
speak
of
all
the
children
were
once
more
in
bed.
It
happened
to
be
Nanas
evening
off,
and
Mrs.
Darling
had
bathed
them
and
sung
to
them
till
one
by
one
they
had
let
go
her
hand
and
slid
away
into
the
land
of
sleep.All
were
looking
so
safe
and
cosy
that
she
smiled
at
her
fears
now
and
sat
down
tranquilly
by
the
fire
to
sew.It
was
something
for
Michael,
who
on
his
birthday
was
getting
into
shirts.
The
fire
was
warm,
however,
and
the
nursery
dimly
lit
by
three
night-lights,
and
presently
the
sewing
lay
on
Mrs.
Darlings
lap.
Then
her
head
nodded,
oh,
so
gracefully.
She
was
asleep.
Look
at
the
four
of
them,
Wendy
and
Michael
over
there,
John
here,
and
Mrs.
Darling
by
the
fire.
There
should
have
been
a
fourth
night-light.While
she
slept
she
had
a
dream.
She
dreamt
that
the
Neverland
had
come
too
near
and
that
a
strange
boy
had
broken
through
from
it.
He
did
not
alarm
her,
for
she
thought
she
had
seen
him
before
in
the
faces
of
many
women
who
have
no
children.
Perhaps
he
is
to
be
found
in
the
faces
of
some
mothers
also.
But
in
her
dream
he
had
rent
the
film
that
obscures
the
Neverland,
and
she
saw
Wendy
and
John
and
Michael
peeping
through
the
gap.The
dream
by
itself
would
have
been
a
trifle,
but
while
she
was
dreaming
the
window
of
the
nursery
blew
open,
and
a
boy
did
drop
on
the
floor.
He
was
accompanied
by
a
strange
light,
no
bigger
than
your
fist,
which
darted
about
the
room
like
a
living
thing
and
I
think
it
must
have
been
this
light
that
wakened
Mrs.
Darling.She
started
up
with
a
cry,
and
saw
the
boy,
and
somehow
she
knew
at
once
that
he
was
Peter
Pan.
If
you
or
I
or
Wendy
had
been
there
we
should
have
seen
that
he
was
very
like
Mrs.
Darlings
kiss.
He
was
a
lovely
boy,
clad
in
skeleton
leaves
and
the
juices
that
ooze
out
of
trees
but
the
most
entrancing
thing
about
him
was
that
he
had
all
his
first
teeth.
When
he
saw
she
was
a
grown-up,
he
gnashed
the
little
pearls
at
her.……
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  •     故事大家都知道,就不说啥了
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  •     字体印刷都还不错,双语很方便
  •     有意思的生日礼物。
  •     还不错,我的学生挺喜欢的
  •     果真是中文导读的,就一点中文,剩下全英文,买叉了,翻译也不是很好
  •     书的排版,封面,纸质都不错
    就是里面的内容稍微有点不切实际
    内容是一个中文的故事情节后面再配上一个英文的故事情节
    这样排版不是不好
    但是在你看完中文之后去看英文就会发现
    中文往往是一面就讲完而英文则是好几页
    然后再仔细对照了下中英文的内容
    发觉中文的翻译是在是太过于简洁
    往往只是写了个情节的大概
    要不是我早买了一本完整的中文翻译我就会以为【小飞侠】就那么点
    英文那块不错
    相对偏僻的词都有加粗
    但是后面没有解释哦
  •     没看明白是导读版,有些失望,不过对学英语挺好的
  •     果然没点英语水平读不了!只是一开始有中文引入,后面都是英文!!!
  •     他说全是英文也么有英汉对照他看不懂,虽然也有中文但是只是梗概。
  •     书封面有明显折痕 自己看没什么问题只是不美观 还好不是用来送人
  •     好像和书店看到的书不一样,书店的封皮是绿色的,而收到的是橘色的,有点奇怪。
  •     为什么我收到的书封面是红色的啊???
  •     第二章有印刷错误
  •     我要的是中文导读英文版,到手发现是中英文对照版的!有点差劲。。。。。