dunkirk英语短文：一个海员的圣诞礼物

2021年1月14日发(作者：常沙娜)
英语短文：一个海员的圣诞礼物

Last year at Christmas time my wife，three boys，and I
were in France，on our way from Paris to Nice．For five
wretched days everything had gone wrong．Our hotels were
“tourist traps”；our rented car broke down；we were all
restless and irritable in the crowded car．On Christmas Eve，
when we checked into a dingy hotel in Nice，there was no
Christmas spirit in our hearts．

去年，在 圣诞节期间，我和我的妻子以及我们的三个孩子，从法
国踏上由巴黎到尼斯的旅途。因为接连五天的恶劣 天气，旅途上一切
很不顺心。我们下榻的旅馆尽是些敲诈勒索旅客的“陷阱”；我们租
用的那辆 汽车老是发生故障，在拥挤不堪的车子上大家个个显得烦躁
不安。圣诞节前夕，我们住进了尼斯的一家旅 店，这家旅店又脏又暗，
我们打心眼里感觉不到丝毫的节日气氛。

It was raining and cold when we went out to eat．We found
a drab little joint shoddily decorated for the holiday．It
smelled greasy．Only five tables in the restaurant were
occupied．There were two German couples，two French families，
and an American sailor，by himself．In the corner a piano
player listlessly played Christmas music．

我们外出就餐时，天正下着小雨，天气寒冷。我们找到了一家死
气沉沉的小餐馆。为点缀一 下节日的气氛，这家餐馆刚刚做了番粗劣
的装潢。一进门就闻到一股刺鼻的油污气味。整个餐厅只有五张 桌子
有人就餐：两对德国夫妇，两户法国家庭和一名孑然一身的美国水手。
在餐厅的一个角落里 ，有位钢琴师在无精打采地弹奏着圣诞乐曲。

I was too stubborn and too tired and miserable to
leave．I looked around and noticed that the other customers
were eating in stony silence．The only person who seemed
happy was the American sailor．While eating，he was writing a
letter，and a half－smile lighted his face．

我情绪低落，加之疲惫不 堪，执意不愿离开这儿去找别的餐馆了。
我环顾四周，见这里的顾客一个个沉默不语，只顾吃着、喝着， 唯独
那位美国水手看上去兴高采烈。他一边吃着，一边写信，面带微笑，
神采奕奕。

My wife ordered our meal in French．The waiter brought us
the wrong thing．I scolded my wife for being stupid．She
began to cry．The boys defended her，and I felt even worse．

我的妻子给我们叫来了法国式的饭菜，而服务员给我们端来的却
是别的东西。我斥责妻子尽干些蠢事，她 哭了起来。孩子们一个个都
护着他们的妈妈，于是我的情绪变得更加糟糕。

Then，at the table with the French family on our left，
the father slapped one of his children for some minor
infraction，and the boy began to cry．On our right，the
German wife began berating her husband．

继而，坐在我们左侧餐桌上的那家法国人 父亲因为一点鸡毛蒜皮
的小事动手打了他的一个孩子一记耳光，那个小男孩哇哇大哭起来。
在我 的右边，那个德国妇女不知因何缘故开始喋喋不休地数落、责骂
起她的丈夫来。

All of us were interrupted by an unpleasant blast of old
air．Through the front door came an old French flower
woman．She wore a dripping，tattered overcoat，and shuffled
in on wet，rundown shoes．Carrying her basket of flowers，she
went from one table to the other．

我们大家都被一阵令人不快、死灰复燃的陈规陋习弄得心烦意乱。
这时，从前门进来一个卖花的法国老妪。她浑身湿透，衣衫褴褛，脚
穿一双水淋淋的破鞋，手里提着花篮 ，沿桌叫卖。

，monsieur？Only one franc．

“买花吗，先生？一束才一个法郎哩。”

No one bought any．

谁也没有答理她。

Wearily she sat down at a table between the sailor and
us．To the waiter she said，．I haven't sold a
flower all afternoon．，
，Joseph， soup on Christmas Eve？

她疲惫不堪，在水手和我们之间的那张餐桌旁边坐了下来，对服
务员说 ：请来碗汤吧。整整一下午，我连一朵花也不曾脱手。接着，
她转向那位钢琴师，用嘶哑的声音问，在圣 诞节前夕喝碗汤，约瑟夫，
你能设想这种滋味吗？

He pointed to his empty ．

钢琴师指了指身旁的那只空空如也的放小费的盘子。

The young sailor finished his meal and got up to
leave．Putting on his coat，he walked over to the flower
woman's table．

那位年轻的海员已用罢晚餐，欠起身来准备离开餐馆。他披上外
套，走到卖花老妪的桌前。

，，smiling and picking out two
or sages．？