作业帮英语翻译不用机器翻
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英语翻译
不用机器翻
不用机器翻
礼物
这是老太太的生日.
她大清早起来准备收邮件.当邮递员来到大街上,她从二楼看著他,一楼的小男孩会把她的信件拿给她,虽然这情况也不多.
她相信今天肯定会有邮件.Myra不会忘记妈妈的生日,即使在其他时间她很少来信.当然,Myra很忙,但不幸的是老太太最喜爱的女儿Enid在两年前去世了.自那以后,Myra来看过她母亲三次,而她的丈夫Harold就从没来过.
老太太今天八十岁.她穿上了最好的衣服.也许...也许Myra会来的.毕竟,八十岁是一个特别的生日,多活十年或多捱十年,随你选择如何看待.即使Myra不来,她也会送上礼物,老太太十分肯定.脸颊上的两个点颜色令她看起来更精神.她很兴奋,就像个孩子,欢欢喜喜地过这一天.
现在,她站在窗前,看着.邮递员转过骑自行车转过街角,她的心狂崩乱跳.Johnnie也见到他,跑到门口,哒..哒地奔上梯级,Johnnie敲了她的门.
他手中拿著她的信 — 四封信.三封是老朋友的贺卡,没封口.第四封是封口的,上有Myra的字迹.老太太感到沉痛、失望.
没有她的包裹!也许是包裹太大,邮箱塞不下,就是这样.邮包会来得晚一点.她对自己说,一定要有耐心.
几乎不情愿地她撕开了信封,在卡里夹著一张纸折叠的纸,卡上在印著“生日快乐,给自己买点好东西”,附随一张支票,Myra及Harold上.
支票飘落在地板上,像一只折断的翅膀的鸟.老太太慢慢地弯著腰把它捡起来.她的礼物,她心爱的礼物,她用她那颤抖的手指把支票撕成碎片.
原文如下：
THE PRESENT
It was the old lady’s birthday.
She got up early to be ready for the post.From the second floor flat she could see the postman when he came down the street,and the little boy from the ground floor brought up her letters on the rare occasions when anything came.
Today she was sure there would be something.Myra wouldn’t forget her mother's birthday,even if she seldom wrote at other times.Of course Myra was busy,but unfortunately Enid,the daughter the old lady loved most,died two years ago.Since then Myra had been to see her mother three times,but her husband,Harold,never.
The old lady was eighty today.She had put on her best dress.Perhaps — perhaps Myra might come.After all,eighty was a special birthday,another decade lived or tolerated just as you chose to look at it.Even if Myra did not come,she would send a present.The old lady was sure of that.Two spots of colour brightened her cheeks.She was excited—like a child.She would enjoy her day.
Now,she stood by the window,watching.The postman turned round the corner on his bicycle.Her heart beat wildly.Johnnie had seen him too and ran to the gate.Then clatter,clatter up the stairs.Johnnie knocked at her door.
He had got her post - four envelopes.Three were unclosed cards from old friends.The fourth was sealed,in Myra’s writing.The old lady felt a sharp pain of disappointment.
There was no parcel for her!Maybe the parcel was too large to come by letter post.That was it.It would come later by parcel post.She said to herself.She must be patient.
Almost unwillingly she tore the envelope open.Folded in the card was a piece of paper.Written on the card was a message under the printed Happy Birthday—Buy yourself something nice with the cheque,Myra and Harold.
The cheque fluttered to the floor like a bird with a broken wing.Slowly the old lady stooped to pick it up.Her present,her lovely present.With trembling fingers she tore it into little bits.
这是老太太的生日.
她大清早起来准备收邮件.当邮递员来到大街上,她从二楼看著他,一楼的小男孩会把她的信件拿给她,虽然这情况也不多.
她相信今天肯定会有邮件.Myra不会忘记妈妈的生日,即使在其他时间她很少来信.当然,Myra很忙,但不幸的是老太太最喜爱的女儿Enid在两年前去世了.自那以后,Myra来看过她母亲三次,而她的丈夫Harold就从没来过.
老太太今天八十岁.她穿上了最好的衣服.也许...也许Myra会来的.毕竟,八十岁是一个特别的生日,多活十年或多捱十年,随你选择如何看待.即使Myra不来,她也会送上礼物,老太太十分肯定.脸颊上的两个点颜色令她看起来更精神.她很兴奋,就像个孩子,欢欢喜喜地过这一天.
现在,她站在窗前,看着.邮递员转过骑自行车转过街角,她的心狂崩乱跳.Johnnie也见到他,跑到门口,哒..哒地奔上梯级,Johnnie敲了她的门.
他手中拿著她的信 — 四封信.三封是老朋友的贺卡,没封口.第四封是封口的,上有Myra的字迹.老太太感到沉痛、失望.
没有她的包裹!也许是包裹太大,邮箱塞不下,就是这样.邮包会来得晚一点.她对自己说,一定要有耐心.
几乎不情愿地她撕开了信封,在卡里夹著一张纸折叠的纸,卡上在印著“生日快乐,给自己买点好东西”,附随一张支票,Myra及Harold上.
支票飘落在地板上,像一只折断的翅膀的鸟.老太太慢慢地弯著腰把它捡起来.她的礼物,她心爱的礼物,她用她那颤抖的手指把支票撕成碎片.
原文如下：
THE PRESENT
It was the old lady’s birthday.
She got up early to be ready for the post.From the second floor flat she could see the postman when he came down the street,and the little boy from the ground floor brought up her letters on the rare occasions when anything came.
Today she was sure there would be something.Myra wouldn’t forget her mother's birthday,even if she seldom wrote at other times.Of course Myra was busy,but unfortunately Enid,the daughter the old lady loved most,died two years ago.Since then Myra had been to see her mother three times,but her husband,Harold,never.
The old lady was eighty today.She had put on her best dress.Perhaps — perhaps Myra might come.After all,eighty was a special birthday,another decade lived or tolerated just as you chose to look at it.Even if Myra did not come,she would send a present.The old lady was sure of that.Two spots of colour brightened her cheeks.She was excited—like a child.She would enjoy her day.
Now,she stood by the window,watching.The postman turned round the corner on his bicycle.Her heart beat wildly.Johnnie had seen him too and ran to the gate.Then clatter,clatter up the stairs.Johnnie knocked at her door.
He had got her post - four envelopes.Three were unclosed cards from old friends.The fourth was sealed,in Myra’s writing.The old lady felt a sharp pain of disappointment.
There was no parcel for her!Maybe the parcel was too large to come by letter post.That was it.It would come later by parcel post.She said to herself.She must be patient.
Almost unwillingly she tore the envelope open.Folded in the card was a piece of paper.Written on the card was a message under the printed Happy Birthday—Buy yourself something nice with the cheque,Myra and Harold.
The cheque fluttered to the floor like a bird with a broken wing.Slowly the old lady stooped to pick it up.Her present,her lovely present.With trembling fingers she tore it into little bits.