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Ernest Bramah, of whom in his lifetime Who's Who had so little to say, was born in Manchester. At seventeen he chose farming as a profession, but after three years of losing money gave it up to go into journalism. He started as correspondent on a typical provincial paper, then went to London as secretary to Jerome K. Jerome, and worked himself into the editorial side of Jerome's magazine, To-day, where he got the opportunity of meeting the most important literary figures of the day. But he soon left To-day to join a new publishing firm, as editor of a publication called The Minister; finally, after two years of this, he turned to writing as his full-time occupation. He was intensely interested in coins and published a book on the English regal copper coinage. He is, however, best known as the creator of the charming character Kai Lung who appears in Kai Lung Unrolls His Mat, Kai Lung's Golden Hours, The Wallet of Kai Lung, Kai Lung Beneath the Mulberry Tree, The Mirror of Kong Ho, and The Moon of Much Gladness; he also wrote two one- act plays which are often performed at London variety theatres, and many stories and articles in leading periodicals. He died in 1942.

美国文坛20世纪备受称赞的经典小说之一，在全世界销售了200万本。该小说曾荣获纽伯瑞儿童文学奖。内容简介：十岁的男孩杰西住在乡下农场，有四个姐妹与永远做不完的家事。他喜欢绘画，但不被认可，郁闷的他想要通过赛跑夺冠证明自己的价值。但女孩莱斯莉却在开学第一天就打败了他。沉默寡言的杰西一度对开朗不羁的莱斯莉很反感，但两个“怪胎”却渐渐成为莫逆之交。他们在树林深处，荡着“施了魔咒”的绳子进入一个叫特雷比西亚的幻想王国尽情玩耍。直到有一天,绳子突然断了，那扇由莱斯莉开启的王国之门，是否从此对杰西关闭了？可不可以有一座桥，能再次引领杰西通往特雷比西亚？

Excerpt from book: CHAPTER III ONE WAY TO DBOWN SOBBOW FORD walked up to the bar, with a smile upon his face which Sam misunderstood and so met with a conciliatory grin and a hand extended toward a certain round, ribbed bottle with a blue-and-silver label. Ford waved away the bottle and leaned, not on the bar but across it, and clutching Sam by the necktie, slapped him first upon one ear and next upon the other, until he was forced by the tingling of his own fingers to desist. By that time Sam's green necktie was pulled tight just under his nose, and he had swallowed his gum — which, considering the size of the lump, was likely to be the death of him. Ford did not say a word. He permitted Sam to jerk loose and back into a corner, and he watched the swift crimsoning of his ears with a keen interest. Since Sam's face had the pasty pallor of the badlyscared, the ears appeared much redder by contrast than they really were. Next, Ford turned his attention to the man beside him, who happened to be Bill. For one long minute the grim spirit of war hovered just over the two. " Aw, forget it, Ford," Bill urged ingratiatingly at last. " You don't want to lick anybody — least of all old Bill! Look at them knuckles! You could n't thump a feather bed. Anyway, you got the guilty party when you done slapped Sam up to a peak and then knocked the peak off. Made him swaller his cud, too, by hokey! Say, Sam, my old dad used to feed a cow on bacon-rinds when she done lost her cud. You try it, Sam. Mebby it might help them ears! Shove that there trouble-killer over this way, Sammy, and don't look so fierce at your uncle Bill; he 's liable to turn you across his knee and dust your pants proper." He turned again to Ford, scowling at the group and at life in general, while the snow melted upon his broad shoulder...

无心快语可能引发争执，无情之词可能折损生命，适时温语可能消弭压力，而关爱之声可能治愈心灵。当你的心在痛，眼里噙满泪水时，那就抬头看看，天空依旧是那么广阔，云朵依旧是那么潇洒。而后悬于时光深处，静静聆听，直到听见那心灵深处的音乐。用心聆听这世界的美好，倾听我们身边的每一个人，感受每一种声音，感悟生命的启示。给自己一点点时间，静静的思考。相信每一天都是上帝的恩赐，人生本是一场体验，跟随内心活出个性，做自己喜欢的那个人。本书可以提高文学素养，陶冶情操。如果你是一位英语爱好者，阅读本书可以一睹这些杰作的原文风采。

The sad curlews, annunciators of the autumn, had just appeared in a mass in a gray squall, fleeing from the high sea under the threat of approaching tempests. 

 I am going to tell a story, one of those tales of astonishing adventures that happened years and years and years ago. Perhaps you wonder why it is that so many stories are told of "once on a time", and so few of these days in which we live; but that is easily explained.

They were four of the greatest minds in the Universe: Two men two women lost in an experimental spaceship billions of parsecs from home. And as they mentally charted the Cosmos to find their way back to earth their own loves and hates were as startling as the worlds they encountered. Here is E. E. Smith's great new novel

"The Beetle" may have outsold "Dracula" when it first came out, but it's easy to see after reading it why "Dracula" is the one best remembered. The idea of a man turning himself into a beetle at will is too bizarre to fall into the "it could have once happened" category, while with "Dracula" every part of the world has some form of the vampire legend. The one place where "The Beetle" does better than "Dracula" is in the narration. Marsh limits his tale to three narrators whose stories overlap, where Stoker jumps back and forth between various letters and journals. Unfortunately, the characters are poorly drawn and prone to utter nonsense intended to be either witty or clever and come across as neither. And Marsh has no van Helsing to explain things. The closest he has is the detective at the end, who should have entered the picture sooner since he seems to be the only one with any sense. "The Beetle" isn't a bad book, but it's no classic either. It reads more as a cross between an expanded "Weird Tales" adventure and a condensed "Penny Dreadful".

Cap'n Bill and Trot rode very comfortably in the sunbonnet. The motion was quite steady, for they weighed so little that the Ork flew without effort. Yet they were both somewhat nervous about their future fate and could not help wishing they were safe on land and their natural size again.