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“IN the world it's always going up and down—and now I can't go up any higher!”[So said Ole the tower-keeper.]“Most people have to try both the ups and the downs;and,rightly considered,we all get to be watchmen at last,and look down upon life from a height.”

Such was the speech of Ole,my friend,the old tower-keeper,an amusing talkative old fellow,who seemed to speak out everything that came into his head,and who for all that had many a serious thought deep in his heart.Yes,he was the child of respectable people,and there were even some who said that he was the son of a privy1 councillor,or that he might have been;he had studied too,and had been assistant teacher and deputy clerk;but of what service was all that to him?In those days he lived in the dean's house,and was to have everything in the house,to be at free quarters,as the saying is;but he was still,so to speak,a fine young gentleman.He wanted to have his boots cleaned with patent blacking,and the dean would only give ordinary grease;and upon that point they split—one spoke2 of stinginess,the other of vanity,and the blacking became the black cause of enmity between them,and at last they parted.

But what he demanded from the dean he also demanded from the world—namely,patent blacking—and he got nothing but grease.Accordingly he at last drew back from all men,and became a hermit;but the church tower is the only place in a great city where hermitage,office,and bread can be found together.So he betook himself up thither,and smoked his pipe on his solitary3 rounds.He looked upward and downward,and had his own thoughts,and told in his way of what he saw and did not see,of what he read in books and in himself.I often lent him books,good books;and you may know a man by the company he keeps.He loved neither the English governess-novels,nor the French ones,which he called a mixture of empty wind and raisin-stalks:he wanted biographies and descriptions of the wonders of the world.I visited him at least once a year,generally directly after New Year's Day,and then he always spoke of this and that which the change of the year had put into his head.

I will tell the story of two of these visits,and will give his own words if I can do so.

 

FIRST VISIT

 

Among the books which I had lately lent Ole,was one about cobble-stones,which had greatly rejoiced and occupied him.

“Yes,they're rare old fellows,those cobble-stones!he said;“and to think that we should pass them without noticing them!I have often done that myself in the fields and on the beach,where they lie in great numbers.And over the street pavement,those fragments of the oldest remains4 of antiquity,one walks without ever thinking about them.I have done the very thing myself.But now I look respectfully at every paving-stone.Many thanks for the book!It has filled me with thought,has pushed old thoughts and habits aside,and has made me long to read more on the subject.The romance of the earth is,after all,the most wonderful of all romances.It's a pity one can't read the first volumes of it,because they're written in a language that we don't understand.One must read in the different strata,in the pebble-stones,for each separate period.And it is only in the sixth volume that the human personages first appear,Adam and Eve;that is a little too late for some readers,they would like to have them at once,but it is all the same to me.Yes,it is a romance,a very wonderful romance,and we all have our place in it.We grope and ferret about,and yet remain where we are,but the ball keeps turning,without emptying the ocean over us;the crust we walk upon holds together,and does not let us through.And then it's a story that has been acting5 for millions of years,with constant progress.My best thanks for the book about the cobble-stones.Those are fellows indeed!They could tell us something worth hearing,if they only knew how to talk.It's really a pleasure,now and then to become a mere6 nothing,especially when a man is as highly placed as I am.And then to think that we all,even with patent lacquer,are nothing more than insects of a moment on that anthill the earth,though we may be in-sects with stars and garters,places and offices!One feels quite a novice7 beside these venerable million-year-old cob-ble-stones.On last Mew Year's Eve I was reading the book,and had lost myself in it so completely,that I forgot my usual New Year's diversion,namely,the wild hunt to Amager.Ah,you don't know what that is!

“The journey of the witches on broomsticks is well enough known—that journey is taken on St.John's Eve,to the Broken;but we have a wild journey also,which is national and modern,and that is the journey to Amager on the eve of the New Year.All indifferent poets and poetesses,musicians,newspaper writers,and artistic8 notabilities,I mean those who are no good,ride in the New Year's Eve through the air to Amager.They sit astride on their painting brushes or quill9 pens,for steel pens won't bear them,they're too stiff.As I told you,I see it every New Year's Eve,and could mention most of them by name,but I should not like to draw their enmity upon myself,for they don't like people to talk about their ride to Amager on quill pens.I've a kind of niece,who is a fishwife,and who,as she tells me,supplies three respectable newspaing brushes or quill pens,for steel pens won't bear them,they're too stiff.As I told you,I see it every New Year's Eve,and could mention most of them by name,but I should not like to draw their enmity upon myself,for they don't like people to talk about their ride to Amager on quill pens.I've a kind of niece,who is a fishwife,and who,as she tells me,supplies three respectable newspapers with the terms of abuse they use,and she has herself been there as an invited guest;but she was carried out thither,for she does not own a quill pen,nor can she ride.She has told me all about it.Half of what she says is not true,but the half is quite enough.

When she was out there,the festivities began with a song:each of the guests had written his own song,and each one sang his own song,for he thought that the best,and it was all one,all the same melody.Then those came marching up,in little bands,who are only busy with their months.There were ringing bells that sang alternately;and then came the little drummers that beat their tattoo10 in the family circle;and acquaintance was made with those who write without putting their names,which here means as much as using grease instead of patent blacking;and then there was the hangman with his boy,and the boy was the smartest,otherwise he would not be noticed;then too there was the good street-sweeper with his cart,who turns over the dust-bin,and calls it‘good,very good,remarkably good.’And in the midst of the pleasure there shot up out of the great dirt-heap a stem,a tree,an immense flower,a great mushroom,a perfect roof,which formed a sort of storehouse for the worthy11 company,for in it hung everything they had given to the world during the Old Year.Out of the tree poured sparks like flames of fire;these were the ideas and thoughts,borrowed from others,which they had used,and which now got free and rushed away like so many fireworks.They played at‘the fuse burns,’and the young poets played at‘heart-burns,’and the witlings played off their jests,and the jests rolled away with a thundering sound,as if empty pots were being shattered against doors.‘It was very amusing!'my niece said;in fact,she said many things that were very malicious12 but very amusing,but I won't mention them,for a man must be good-natured and not a carping critic.But you will easily perceive that when a man once knows the rights of the festival out there,as I know them,it's quite natural that on the New Year's Eve one should look out to see the wild chase go by.If in the New Year I miss certain persons who used to be there,I am sure to notice others who are new arrivals;but this year I omitted taking my look at the guests.I bowled away on the cobble-stones,rolled back through millions of years,and saw the stones break loose high up in the North,saw them drifting about on icebergs,long before Noah's ark was constructed,saw them sink down to the bottom of the sea,and reappear again on a sand-bank,the one that stuck up out of the water and said,‘This shall be Zealand!’I saw them become the dwelling-place of birds that are unknown to us,and then became the seat of wild chiefs of whom we know nothing,until with their axes they cut their Runic signs into a few of these stones,which then came into the calendar of time.But as for me,I had quite gone out of it,and had become a nothing.

Then three or four beautiful falling stars came down,which cleared the air,and gave my thoughts another direction.You know what a falling star is,do you not?The learned men are not at all clear about it.I have my own ideas about shooting stars,and my idea is this:How often are silent thanksgivings offered up for one who has done a good and noble action!The thanks are often speechless,but they are not lost for all that.I think these thanks are caught up,and the sunbeams bring the silent,hidden thankfulness over the head of the benefactor;and if it be a whole people that has been expressing its gratitude13 through a long lapse14 of time,the thankfulness appears as a nosegay of flowers,and falls in the form of a shooting star over the good man's grave.I am always very much pleased when I see a shooting star,especially in the New Year's Eve,and then find out for whom the gift of gratitude was intended.Lately a gleaming star fell in the southwest,as a tribute of thanksgiving to many,many!‘For whom was that star in-tended?'thought I.It fell,no doubt,on the hill by the Bay of Flensborg,where the Danebrog waves over the graves of Schleppegrell,Laessoe,and their comrades.One star also fell in the midst of the land,fell upon soro,a flower on the grave of Holberg,the thanks of the year from a great many—thanks for his charming plays!

“It is a great and pleasant thought to know that a shooting star falls upon our graves:on mine certainly none will fall—no sunbeam brings thanks to me,for here there is nothing worthy of thanks.I shall not get the patent lacquer,”said Ole;“for my fate on earth is only grease,after all.”

 

SECOND VISIT

 

It was New Year's Day,and I went up the tower.Ole spoke of the toasts that were drunk at the passing of the Old Year into the New.And he told me a story about the glasses,and this story had a very deep meaning.It was this:

“When on the New Year's Eve the clock strikes twelve,the people at the table rise up with full glasses in their hands,and drink success to the New Year.They begin the year with the glass in their hands;that is a good beginning for topers.They begin the New Year by going to bed,and that's a good beginning for drones.Sleep is sure to play a great part in the course of the year,and the glass likewise.Do you know what dwells in the glass?”asked Ole.“There dwell in the glass,health,pleasure and the wildest delight;and misfortune and the bitterest woe15 dwell there also.Now suppose we count the glasses—of course I count the different degrees in the glasses for different people.

“You see,the first glass,that's the glass of health,and in that the herb of health is found growing;put it up on the beam in the ceiling,and at the end of the year you may be sitting in the arbour of health.

“If you take the second glass—from this a little bird soars upwards,twittering in guileless cheerfulness,so that a man may listen to his song and perhaps join in,‘Fair is life!No downcast look!Take courage and march onward!’

“Out of the third glass rises a little winged urchin,who cannot certainly be called an angel-child,for there is goblin blood in his veins,and he has the spirit of a goblin;not wishing to hurt or harm you,indeed,but very ready to play off tricks upon you.He'll sit at your ear and whisper merry thoughts to you;he'll creep into your heart and warm you,so that you grow very merry and be-come a wit,so far as the wits of the others can judge.

“In the fourth glass is neither herb,bird,nor urchin:in that glass is the pause drawn16 by reason,and one may never go beyond that sign.

“Take the fifth glass,and you will weep at your-self,you will feel such a deep emotion;or it will affect you in a different way.Out of the glass there will spring with a bang Prince Carnival,impertinent and extravagantly17 merry:he'll draw you away with him,you'll forget your dignity,if you have any,and you'll forget more than you should or ought to forget.All is dance,song,and sound;the masks will carry you away with them,and the daughters of vanity,clad in silk and satin,will come with loose hair and alluring18 charms;—tear yourself away if you can!

“The sixth glass!Yes,in that glass sits a demon,in the form of a little,well-dressed,attractive and very fascinating man,who thoroughly19 understands you,agrees with you in everything,and becomes quite a second self to you.He has a lantern with him,to give you light as he accompanies you home.There is an old legend about a saint who was allowed to choose one of the seven deadly sins,and who accordingly chose drunkenness,which appeared to him the least,but which led him to commit all the other six.The man's blood is mingled20 with that of the demon—it is the sixth glass,and with that the germ of all evil shoots up within us;and each one grows up with a strength like that of the grains of mustard seed,and shoots up into a tree,and spreads over the whole world;and most people have no choice but to go into the oven,to be recast in a new form.

“That's the history of the glasses,”said the tower-keeper Ole,“and it can be told with lacquer or only with grease;but I give it you with both!”

That was my second visit to Ole,and if you want to hear about more of them,then the visits must be—continued.

守塔人奥列

 

“在这个世界里,事情不是上升,就是下降,不是下降,就是上升!我现在不能再进一步向上爬了。上升和下降,下降和上升,大多数的人都有这一套经验。归根结底,我们最后都要成为守塔人,从一个高处来观察生活和一切事情。”

这是我的朋友、那个老守塔人奥列的一番议论。他是一位喜欢瞎聊的有趣人物。他好像是什么话都讲,但在他心的深处,却严肃地藏着许多东西。是的,他的家庭出身很好,据说他还是一个枢密顾问官的少爷呢——他也许是的。他曾经念过书,当过塾师的助理和牧师的副秘书;但是这又有什么用呢?他跟牧师住在一起的时候,可以随便使用屋子里的任何东西。他那时正像俗话所说的,是一个翩翩少年。他要用真正的皮鞋油来擦靴子,但是牧师只准他用普通油。他们为了这件事情闹过意见。这个说那个吝啬,那个说这个虚荣。鞋油成了他们敌对的根源,因此他们就分手了。

但是他对牧师所要求的东西,同样也对世界要求:他要求真正的皮鞋油,而他所得到的却是普通的油脂。这么一来,他就只好离开所有的人而成为一个隐士了。不过在一个大城市里,唯一能够隐居而又不至于挨饿的地方是教堂塔楼。因此他就钻进去,在里边一面孤独地散步,一面抽着烟斗。他一忽儿向下看,一忽儿向上瞧,产生些感想,讲一套自己能看见和看不见的事情,以及在书上和在自己心里见到的事情。

我常常借一些好书给他读:你是怎样一个人,可以从你所交往的朋友看出来。他说他不喜欢英国那种写给保姆这类人读的小说,也不喜欢法国小说,因为这类东西是阴风和玫瑰花梗的混合物。不,他喜欢传记和关于大自然的奇观的书籍。我每年至少要拜访他一次——一般是新年以后的几天内。他总是把他在这新旧年关交替时所产生的一些感想东扯西拉地谈一阵子。

我想把我两天拜访他的情形谈一谈,我尽量引用他自己说的话。

 

第一次拜访

 

在我最近所借给奥列的书中,有一本是关于圆石子的书。这本书特别引起他的兴趣,他埋头读了一阵子。

“这些圆石子呀,它们是古代的一些遗迹!”他说。“人们在它们旁边经过,但一点也不注意它们!我在田野和海滩上走过时就是这样,它们在那儿的数目不少。人们走过街上的铺路石而没有想起它们——这是远古时代的最老的遗迹!我自己就做过这样的事情。现在我对每一块铺石表示极大的敬意!我感谢你借给我的这本书!它吸引住我的注意力,它把我的一些旧思想和习惯都赶走了,它使我迫切地希望读到更多这类的书。

“关于地球的传奇是最使人神往的一种传奇!可怕得很,我们读不到它的头一卷,因为它是用一种我们所不懂的语言写的。我们得从各个地层上,从圆石子上,从地球所有的时期里去了解它。只有到了第六卷的时候,活生生的人——亚当先生和夏娃女士——才出现。对于许多读者说来他们出现得未免太迟了一点,因为读者希望立刻就读到关于他们的事情。不过对我说来,这完全没有什么关系。这的确是一部传奇,一部非常有趣的传奇,我们大家都在里面。我们东爬西摸,但是我仍然停在原来的地方;而地球却是在不停地转动,并没有把大洋的水弄翻,淋在我们的头上。我们踩着的地壳并没有裂开,让我们坠到地中心去。这个故事不停地进展,一口气存在了几百万年。

“我感谢你这本关于圆石的书。它们真够朋友!要是它们会讲话,它们能讲给你一些值得听的东西。如果一个人能够偶尔成为一个微不足道的东西,那也是蛮有趣味的事儿,特别是像我这样一个处于很高的地位的人。想想看吧,我们这些人,即使拥有最好的皮鞋油,也不过是地球这个蚁山上的寿命短促的虫蚁,虽然我们可能是戴有勋章、拥有职位的虫蚁!在这些有几百万岁的老圆石面前,人真是年轻得可笑。我在除夕读过一本书,读得非常入迷,甚至忘记了我平时在这夜所作的那种消遣——看那‘到牙买加去的疯狂旅行’!嗨!你决不会知道这是怎么一回事儿!

“巫婆骑着扫帚旅行的故事是人所共知的——那是在‘圣汉斯之夜’,目的地是卜洛克斯堡。但是我们也有过疯狂的旅行,这是此时此地的事情:新年夜到牙买加去的旅行。所有那些无足轻重的男诗人、女诗人、拉琴的、写新闻的和艺术界的名流——即毫无价值的一批人——在除夕夜乘风到牙买加去。他们都骑在画笔上或羽毛笔上,因为钢笔驮不起他们:他们太生硬了。我已经说过,我在每个除夕夜都要看他们一下。我能够喊出他们许多人的名字来,不过跟他们纠缠在一起是不值得的,因为他们不愿意让人家知道他们骑着羽毛笔向牙买加飞过去。

“我有一个侄女。她是一个渔妇。她说她专门对三个有地位的报纸供给骂人的字眼。她甚至还作为客人亲自到报馆去过。她是被抬去的,因为她既没有一支羽毛笔,也不会骑。这都是她亲口告诉我的。她所讲的大概有一半是谎话,但是这一半却已经很够了。

当她到达了那儿以后,大家就开始唱歌。每个客人写下了自己的歌,每个客人唱自己的歌,因为各人总是以为自己的歌最好。事实上它们都是半斤八两,同一个调调儿。接着走过来的就是一批结成小组的话匣子。这时各种不同的钟声便轮流地响起来。于是来了一群小小的鼓手;他们只是在家庭的小圈子里击鼓。另外有些人利用这时机彼此交朋友:这些人写文章都是不署名的,也就是说,他们用普通油脂来代替皮鞋油。此外还有刽子手和他的小厮;这个小厮最狡猾,否则谁也不会注意到他的。那位老好人清道夫这时也来了;他把垃圾箱弄翻了,嘴里还连连说:‘好,非常好,特别地好!’正当大家在这样狂欢的时候,那一大堆垃圾上忽然冒出一根梗子,一株树,一朵庞大的花,一个巨大的菌子,一个完整的屋顶——它是这群贵宾们的滑棒,它把他们在过去一年中对这世界所做的事情全都挑起来。一种像礼花似的火星从它上面射出来:这都是他们发表过的、从别人抄袭得来的一些思想和意见;它们现在都变成了火花。

“现在大家玩起一种‘烧香’的游戏;一些年轻的诗人则玩起‘焚心’的游戏。有些幽默大师讲着双关的俏皮话[——这算是最小的游戏]。他们的俏皮话引起一片回响,好像是空罐子在撞着门、或者是门在撞着装满了炭灰的罐子似的。‘这真是有趣极了!’我的侄女说,事实上她还说了很多非常带有恶意的话,不过很有趣!但是我不想把这些话传达出来,因为一个人应该善良,不能老是挑错,你会懂得,像我这样一个知道那儿的欢乐情况的人,自然喜欢在每个新年夜里看看这疯狂的一群飞过。假如某一年有些什么人没有来,我一定会找到代替的新人物,不过今年我没有去看那些客人。我在圆石上面滑走了,滑到几百万年以前的时间里去。我看到这些石子在北国自由活动,它们在挪亚没有制造出方舟以前,早就在冰块上自由漂流起来。我看到它们坠到海底,然后又在沙洲上冒出来。沙洲露出水面,说:‘这是瑟蓝岛!’我看到它先变成许多我不认识的鸟儿的住处,然后又变成一些野人酋长的宿地。这些野人我也不认识,后来他们用斧子刻出几个龙尼文的人名来——这成了历史。但是我却跟这完全没有关系,我简直等于一个零。

“有三四颗美丽的流星落下来了。它们射出一道光,把我的思想引到另外一条路线上去。你大概知道流星是一种什么样的东西吧?有些有学问的人却不知道!我对它们有我的看法;我的看法是从这点出发:人们对做过善良事情的人,总是在心里私自说着感谢和祝福的话;这种感谢常常是没有声音的,但是它并不因此就等于毫无意义。我想太阳光会把它吸收进去,然后把它不声不响地射到那个做善事的人身上。如果整个民族在时间的进程中表示出这种感谢,那么这种感谢就形成一个花束,变做一颗流星落在这善人的坟上。

当我看到流星的时候,特别是在新年的晚上,我感到非常愉快。知道谁会得到这个感谢的花束。最近有一颗明亮的星落到西南方去,作为对许多许多人表示感激的一种迹象。它会落到谁身上呢?我想它无疑会落到佛伦斯堡湾的一个石崖上。丹麦的国旗就在这儿,在施勒比格列尔、拉索和他们的伙伴们的坟上飘扬。另外有一颗落到陆地上:落到‘苏洛’——它是落到荷尔堡坟上的一朵花,表示许多人在这一年对他的感谢——感谢他所写的一些优美的剧本。

“最大和最愉快的思想莫过于知道我们坟上有一颗流星落下来。当然,决不会有流星落到我的坟上,也不会有太阳光带给我谢意,因为我没有什么东西值得人感谢;我没有得到那真正的皮鞋油,”奥列说,“我命中注定只能在这个世界上得到普通的油脂。”

 

第二次拜访

 

这是新年,我又爬到塔上去。奥列谈起那些为旧年逝去和新年到来而干杯的事情。因此我从他那儿得到一个关于杯子的故事。这故事含有深意。

“在除夕夜里,当钟敲了12下的时候,大家都拿着满杯的酒从桌子旁站起来,为新年而干杯。他们手中擎着酒杯来迎接这一年;这对于喜欢喝酒的人说来,是一个良好的开端!他们以上床睡觉作为这一年的开始;这对于瞌睡虫说来,也是一个良好的开端!在一年的过程中,睡觉当然占很重要的位置;酒杯也不例外。

“你知道酒杯里有什么吗?”他问。“是的,里面有健康、愉快和狂欢!里面有悲愁和苦痛的不幸。当我来数数这些杯子的时候,我当然也数数对于不同的人来说这些杯子里所占的份量。

“你要知道,第一个杯子是健康的杯子!它里面长着健康的草。你把它放在大梁上,到一年的末尾你就可以坐在健康的树阴下了。

“拿起第二个杯子吧!是的,有一只小鸟从里面飞出来。它唱出天真快乐的歌给大家听,叫大家跟它一起合唱:生命是美丽的!我们不要老垂着头!勇敢地向前进吧!

“第三个杯子里涌现出一个长着翅膀的小生物。他不能算是一个安琪儿,因为他有小鬼的血统,也有一个小鬼的性格。他并不伤害人,只是喜欢开开玩笑。他坐在我们的耳朵后面,对我们低声讲一些滑稽的事情。他钻进我们的心里去,把它弄得温暖起来,使我们变得愉快,变成别的头脑所承认的一个好头脑。

“第四个杯子里既没有草,也没有鸟,也没有小生物;那里面只有理智的限度——一个人永远不能超过这个限度。

“当你拿起那第五个杯子的时候,就会哭一场。你会有一种愉快的感情冲动,否则这种冲动就会用别种方式表现出来。风流和放荡的‘狂欢王子’会砰的一声从杯子里冒出来!他会把你拖走,你会忘记自己的尊严——假如你有任何尊严的话。你会忘记的事情比你应该和敢于忘记的事情要多得多。处处是跳舞、歌声和喧闹。假面具把你拖走。穿着丝绸的虚荣的女儿们,披着头发,露出美丽的肢体,姗姗地走来。避开她们吧,假如你可能的话!

“第六个杯子!是的,撒旦本人就坐在里面。他是一个衣冠楚楚、会讲话的、迷人的和非常愉快的小人儿。他完全能理解你,同意你所说的一切话,他完全是你的化身!他提着一个灯笼走来,以便把你领到他的家里去。从前有过关于一个圣者的故事;有人叫他从七大罪过中选择一种罪过;他选择了他认为最小的一种:醉酒。这种罪过引导他犯其他的六种罪过。人和魔鬼的血恰恰在第六个杯子里混在一起;这时一切罪恶的细菌就在我们的身体里发展起来。每一个细菌像《圣经》里的芥末子一样欣欣向荣地生长,长成一棵树,盖满了整个世界。大部分的人只有一个办法,重新走进熔炉,被再造一次。

“这就是杯子的故事!”守塔人奥列说。

“它可以用皮鞋油,也可用普通的油讲出来。

两种油我全都用了。”

这就是我对奥列第二次的拜访。如果你想再听到更多的故事,那么你的拜访还得——

待续。

这篇小品,发表在1859年哥本哈根出版的《新的童话和故事集》第1卷第3部。它的写法具有寓言的味道,但内容则是辛辣的讽刺——安徒生的又一种“创新”。所讽刺的是当时丹麦文艺界的某些现象:“哥儿们”互相吹捧,党同伐异。但“明亮的星”只会落到做实事、对国家有贡献的人的坟上,如为国捐躯的拉索,和给丹麦戏剧奠基的伟大剧作家荷尔堡的坟上。那些搞歪门邪道、沽名钓誉的人“只有一个办法,重新走进熔炉,被再造一次。”


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1 privy C1OzL     
adj.私用的;隐密的
参考例句:
  • Only three people,including a policeman,will be privy to the facts.只会允许3个人,其中包括一名警察,了解这些内情。
  • Very few of them were privy to the details of the conspiracy.他们中很少有人知道这一阴谋的详情。
2 spoke XryyC     
n.(车轮的)辐条;轮辐;破坏某人的计划;阻挠某人的行动 v.讲,谈(speak的过去式);说;演说;从某种观点来说
参考例句:
  • They sourced the spoke nuts from our company.他们的轮辐螺帽是从我们公司获得的。
  • The spokes of a wheel are the bars that connect the outer ring to the centre.辐条是轮子上连接外圈与中心的条棒。
3 solitary 7FUyx     
adj.孤独的,独立的,荒凉的;n.隐士
参考例句:
  • I am rather fond of a solitary stroll in the country.我颇喜欢在乡间独自徜徉。
  • The castle rises in solitary splendour on the fringe of the desert.这座城堡巍然耸立在沙漠的边际,显得十分壮美。
4 remains 1kMzTy     
n.剩余物,残留物;遗体,遗迹
参考例句:
  • He ate the remains of food hungrily.他狼吞虎咽地吃剩余的食物。
  • The remains of the meal were fed to the dog.残羹剩饭喂狗了。
5 acting czRzoc     
n.演戏,行为,假装;adj.代理的,临时的,演出用的
参考例句:
  • Ignore her,she's just acting.别理她,她只是假装的。
  • During the seventies,her acting career was in eclipse.在七十年代,她的表演生涯黯然失色。
6 mere rC1xE     
adj.纯粹的;仅仅,只不过
参考例句:
  • That is a mere repetition of what you said before.那不过是重复了你以前讲的话。
  • It's a mere waste of time waiting any longer.再等下去纯粹是浪费时间。
7 novice 1H4x1     
adj.新手的,生手的
参考例句:
  • As a novice writer,this is something I'm interested in.作为初涉写作的人,我对此很感兴趣。
  • She realized that she was a novice.她知道自己初出茅庐。
8 artistic IeWyG     
adj.艺术(家)的,美术(家)的;善于艺术创作的
参考例句:
  • The picture on this screen is a good artistic work.这屏风上的画是件很好的艺术品。
  • These artistic handicrafts are very popular with foreign friends.外国朋友很喜欢这些美术工艺品。
9 quill 7SGxQ     
n.羽毛管;v.给(织物或衣服)作皱褶
参考例句:
  • He wrote with a quill.他用羽毛笔写字。
  • She dipped a quill in ink,and then began to write.她将羽毛笔在墨水里蘸了一下,随后开始书写。
10 tattoo LIDzk     
n.纹身,(皮肤上的)刺花纹;vt.刺花纹于
参考例句:
  • I've decided to get my tattoo removed.我已经决定去掉我身上的纹身。
  • He had a tattoo on the back of his hand.他手背上刺有花纹。
11 worthy vftwB     
adj.(of)值得的,配得上的;有价值的
参考例句:
  • I did not esteem him to be worthy of trust.我认为他不值得信赖。
  • There occurred nothing that was worthy to be mentioned.没有值得一提的事发生。
12 malicious e8UzX     
adj.有恶意的,心怀恶意的
参考例句:
  • You ought to kick back at such malicious slander. 你应当反击这种恶毒的污蔑。
  • Their talk was slightly malicious.他们的谈话有点儿心怀不轨。
13 gratitude p6wyS     
adj.感激,感谢
参考例句:
  • I have expressed the depth of my gratitude to him.我向他表示了深切的谢意。
  • She could not help her tears of gratitude rolling down her face.她感激的泪珠禁不住沿着面颊流了下来。
14 lapse t2lxL     
n.过失,流逝,失效,抛弃信仰,间隔;vi.堕落,停止,失效,流逝;vt.使失效
参考例句:
  • The incident was being seen as a serious security lapse.这一事故被看作是一次严重的安全疏忽。
  • I had a lapse of memory.我记错了。
15 woe OfGyu     
n.悲哀,苦痛,不幸,困难;int.用来表达悲伤或惊慌
参考例句:
  • Our two peoples are brothers sharing weal and woe.我们两国人民是患难与共的兄弟。
  • A man is well or woe as he thinks himself so.自认祸是祸,自认福是福。
16 drawn MuXzIi     
v.拖,拉,拔出;adj.憔悴的,紧张的
参考例句:
  • All the characters in the story are drawn from life.故事中的所有人物都取材于生活。
  • Her gaze was drawn irresistibly to the scene outside.她的目光禁不住被外面的风景所吸引。
17 extravagantly fcd90b89353afbdf23010caed26441f0     
adv.挥霍无度地
参考例句:
  • The Monroes continued to entertain extravagantly. 门罗一家继续大宴宾客。 来自辞典例句
  • New Grange is one of the most extravagantly decorated prehistoric tombs. 新格兰奇是装饰最豪华的史前陵墓之一。 来自辞典例句
18 alluring zzUz1U     
adj.吸引人的,迷人的
参考例句:
  • The life in a big city is alluring for the young people. 大都市的生活对年轻人颇具诱惑力。
  • Lisette's large red mouth broke into a most alluring smile. 莉莎特的鲜红的大嘴露出了一副极为诱人的微笑。
19 thoroughly sgmz0J     
adv.完全地,彻底地,十足地
参考例句:
  • The soil must be thoroughly turned over before planting.一定要先把土地深翻一遍再下种。
  • The soldiers have been thoroughly instructed in the care of their weapons.士兵们都系统地接受过保护武器的训练。
20 mingled fdf34efd22095ed7e00f43ccc823abdf     
混合,混入( mingle的过去式和过去分词 ); 混进,与…交往[联系]
参考例句:
  • The sounds of laughter and singing mingled in the evening air. 笑声和歌声交织在夜空中。
  • The man and the woman mingled as everyone started to relax. 当大家开始放松的时候,这一男一女就开始交往了。


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