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AUNTIE
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YOU should have known Auntie! She was charming!

That is to say, she was not at all charming in the usual sense of the word, but she was sweet and nice, and funnyin her own way, just the thing to talk about, when someone is to be talked about and made merry over. She was fitto be put in a play,and that simply and solely1 because shelived for the play-house and all that goes on in it. She wasso very respectable, but Agent Fab,whom Auntie called Flab,called her theatre-mad.

"The theatrs is my schoolroom," said she,"my foun-tain of knowledge;from it I have freshened up my Biblehistory;' Moses,''Joseph and his brethren,' these areoperas! From the theatreI have my general history, geog- raphy and knowledge of mankind! From the French playsI know the life of Paris—naughty, but highly interesting!

How Ihave wept over'The Riquebourg Family'; to think that the husband should drink himself to death, so that hiswife should get her young sweetheart! Yes, how many tearsIhave shed in the fifty years Ihave been a'regular ticket-holder'."

Auntie knew every piece, every bit of scenery, every person who came on, or had ever come on. She really livedonly in the nine theatrical2 months. The summer-time,without a play, was a time which made her old, whilst aplay-night which lasted till past midnight was a lengtheningof life. She did not say like other people,"Now spring iscoming, the stork3 has arrived! or "There is mention in thepapers of the first strawberry." On the contrary,she an-nounced the coming of autumn:"Have you seen that thetheatre seats are being taken; now the performances willbegin!"

She reckoned the worth of a house and its situation byhow nearit lay to the theatre. It was a grief to herto leavethe little lane behind the theatre and remove to the bigger street a little farther off, and there live in a house whereshe had no opposite neighbours.

"At home my window has to be my theatre-box!One can't sit and think only of oneself;one must see people.But now Ilive as if Ihad removed right out into the coun-try.If Iwish to see people, I must go out into my kitchenandclimb on to the sink;only there have I opposite neighbours. Now, whenI lived in my lane, Icould see right into the flax-dealer's, and then Ihad only three steps to the theatre; now I have three thousand life-guard's steps."

Auntie might be ill,but however bad she was ,she never neglected the theatre. One evening her doctor or- dered her to have poultices on her feet;she did as he di-rected, but drove to the theatre, and sat there with herfeet in poultices. If she had died there, it would have de-lighted her.Thorwaldsen died in the theatre,and she called that"a happy death".

She certainly could not imagine a heavenly kingdom without a theatre. It certainly had not been promised to us,but it was to be supposed that the many celebratedactors and actresses, who had gone before, must have acontinued sphere of activity.

Auntie had her electric wire from the theatre toherroom;the telegram came every Sunday to coffee.Her electric wire was Mr.Sivertson of the stage-machinery de-partment,the man who gave the signals forthe scenery and curtains to go up and down, in and out.

From him she got in advance a short and pithy4 re- view of the pieces Shakespeare's "Tempest", he called"wretched stuff! There is so much to set up, and then itbegins with water up to the first side-scene!"That is tosay, the rolling waves went so far forward. On the otherhand, if one and the same room-decoration remained through all five acts, he said that it was a sensible andwell-written,restful piece,which played itself withoutsetting up .

In earlier times,as Auntie called the times somethirty and odd years ago, she and the above- named Mr.Sivertson were younger; he was already in the "machin-ery",and, as she called him, her"benefactor". Atthattime, it was the custom at the evening performance, in thegreat and only theatre of the town, to admit spectators to the flies; every stage-carpenter had one or two places todispose of. It was often chock-full, and that with very se-lect company; itwas said that the wives both of generals and aldermen had been there;it was so interesting to lookdown behind the scenes, and know how the performersstood and moved when the curtain was down.Auntie had been there many times, both at tragedies and ballets, for the pieces wih the greatest number of performers were the most interesting from the flies.

One sat pretty much in the dark up there, and most ofthe people brought supper with them.Once three apples and a slice of bread and butter, with sausage on it, fell right down into Ugolino's prison, where he was just about to die of hunger.At that there was a general laugh.The sausage was one of the important reasons why the director ordered the public to be excluded from the flies.

"But Iwas there thirty-seven times," said Auntie, "andI shall never forget it,Mr.Sivertson."

It was just the very last night that the flies were opento the public that they played"The Judgement of Solomon".Auntie remembered it so well. She had, through her benefactor, Mr. Sivertson, procured5 a ticketfor Agent Fab, although he did not deserve it, as he wasalways making fun of the theatre, and teasing her about it;but still she had got him a place up there. He wanted to see the theatre—tings upside-down; these were his ownwords—and just like him, said Auntie.

And he saw" The Judgement of Solomon", from above, and fell asleep; one would really have thought thathe had just come from a big dinner with many toasts.He slept and was locked in, sat and slept through the darknight in the theatre, and when he awoke he told a story;but Auntie did not believe him. The play was finished, allthe lamps and candies were out,all the people were out,upstairs and downstairs; but then began the real play, theafter-piece—the best of all, the agent said. Life came intothe properties! it was not "The Judgement of Solomon"that was played; no, it was"The Judgement Day at theTheatre". And all this Agent Fab had the impudence6 totry to make Auntie believe;that was her thanks for gettinghim admission to the flies.

What the agent told was, no doubt, comical enoughto hear but malice7 and mockery lay at the bottom of it.

"It was dark up there," said the agent,"but thenthe demon-show began, the great spectacle,'The Judge-ment Day at the Theatre.' Check-takers stood at the doors, and every spectator had to show a certificate as tohis character,to settle whether he was to enter with handsfree or fettered, with muzzle8 or without.Gentlefolks whocame too late, when the performance had already begun,as well as young men who were given to wasting their time, were tethered outside, and got felt-soles under theirfeet, to go in with at the beginning of the next act, be-sides being muzzled; and then began'The Judgement Dayat the Theatre'."

"Mere9 spite, which Our Lord knows nothing of,"said Auntie.

The scene-painter, if he wished to get into Heaven,had to go up a stair which he had painted himself, butwhich no man could walk up .That was only a sin againstperspective, however. All the plants and buildings, which the stage-carpenter had with great trouble placed incountries to which they did not belong, the poor man hadto move to their right places, and that before cock-crow,if he wished to get into Heaven.Mr. Fab had better seethat he himself got in there; and what he now told aboutthe actors, bath in comedy and tragedy, in song and indance,was the worst of all. He did not deserve to get in-to the flies; Auntie would not repeat his words. He hadsaid that the whole account was written down,and wouldbe printed after he was dead and gone—not before; he did not want to be skinned alive.

Auntie had only once been in anguish10 and terror inher temple of happiness, the theatre.It was one winter'sday, one of the days when we have two hours' daylightand that only grey.It was cold and snowy, but Auntiemust go tothe theatre. They were playing "Herrman vonUnna," besides a little opera and a great ballet, a pro-logue and an epilogue;it would last right into the night.Auntie must go there; her lodger11 had lent her a pair ofsledging-boots with fur both outside and inside; they camehigh up on the legs.

She came into the theatre,and into her box; theboots were warm, so she kept them on. All at once a cry of"Fire" was raised. Smoke came from one of the wings, smoke came from the flies; there was a frightful12 commo-tion;people shed out; Auntie was the last in the box—"the secondtier to the left—the decorations look best fromthere," she said,"they are placed always to look most beautiful from the royal side"—Auntie wished to get out,but those in front of her, had thoughtlessly slammed the door in their terror. There sat Auntie;she could not getout, nor in either, that is to say into the next box, the par-tition was too high.She shouted,no one heard;she lookeddown into the tier underneath, it was empty, it was low,and it was near.Auntie, in her fear, felt herself so youngand active;shewould jump down;she got one leg over the balustrade and the other off the bench. There she sat astride, beautifully draped with her flowered skirt, withone long leg dangling13 out, a leg with a monster sledging-boot. That was a sight to see! and when it was seen, Aun-tie was also heard, and saved from burning, for the theatrewas not burnt after all.

That was the most memorable14 evening of her life, shesaid,and she was glad that she had not been able to seeherself; for then she would have died of shame.

Her benefactor, Mr. Sivertson, came constantly to her every Sunday, but it was a long time from Sunday toSunday. Latterly,therefore, in the middle of the week shehad alitile childfor"the leavings", that is to say, to enjoywhat had been left over from dinner-time.This was a littlechild from the ballet, who was in need of food. The littleone appeared onthe stage both as a page and a fairy;her hardest part was that of hind-legs for the lion in "The En-chanted Whistle", but she grew to be fore-legs in the lion.She only got a shilling for this, whereas for the backlegsshe got two; but there she had to go about stooping,andmissed the fresh air. It was very interesting to know allthis, Auntie thought.

She had deserved to live as long as the theatre last-ed,but she was not able to do that; she did not die thereeither,but respectably and quietly in her own bed.Her last words were full of meaning;she asked,"What are they playing tomorrow?"

She left behind her about five hundred rix-dollars:we infer that from the interest,which is twenty rix-dol-lars. Auntie had assigned these as a legacy15 for a worthyold maid without relatives;they should be applied16 yearlyto pay for a seat in the second tier, left side, and on Sat-urdays, for then they gave the best pieces. There was on-ly one condition forthe person who profited by the legacy;every Saturday in the theatre, she must think of Auntie,who lay in her grave.

That was Auntie's religion.

姑妈

 

你应该认识姑妈!她这个人才可爱呢!也就是说,她的可爱并不像我们平时所说的那种可爱。她和蔼可亲,有自己独特的一种滑稽味儿。如果一个人想聊聊闲天、开开什么人的玩笑,那么她就可以成为谈笑的资料。她可以成为戏里的脚色;这是因为她只是为戏院和与戏院有关的一切而活着的缘故。她是一个非常有身份的人。但是经纪人法布——姑妈把他念作佛拉布——却说她是一个“戏迷”。

“戏院就是我的学校,”她说,“是我知识的源泉。我在这儿重新温习《圣经》的历史:摩西啦,约瑟和他的弟兄们啦,都成了歌剧!我在戏院里学到世界史、地理和关于人类的知识!我从法国戏中知道了巴黎的生活——耸人听闻,但是非常有趣!我为《李格堡家庭》这出戏流了不知多少眼泪:想想看,一个丈夫为了使他的妻子得到她年轻的爱人,居然喝酒喝得醉死了!是的,这50年来我成了戏院的老主顾;在这期间,我不知流了多少眼泪!”

姑妈知道每出戏、每一场情节、每一个要出场或已经出过场的人物。她只是为那演戏的九个月而活着。夏天是没有戏上演的——这段时间使她变得衰老。晚间的戏如果能演到半夜以后,那就等于是把她的生命延长。她不像别人那样说:“春天来了,鹳鸟来了!”或者:“报上说草莓已经上市了!”相反,关于秋天的到来,她总喜欢说:“你没有看到戏院开始卖票了吗?戏快要上演了呀!”

在她看来,一幢房子是否有价值,完全要看它离戏院的远近而定。当她不得不从戏院后边的一个小巷子迁到一条比较远一点的大街上,住进一幢对面没有街坊的房子里去的时候,她真是难过极了。

“我的窗子就应该是我的包厢!你不能老是在家里坐着想自己的事情呀。你应该看看人。不过我现在的住处就好像我是搬到了老远的乡下似的。如果我要想看看人,我就得走进厨房,爬到洗碗槽上去。只有这样我才能看到对面的邻居。当我还住在我那个小巷子里的时候,我可以直接望见那个卖麻商人的店里的情景,而且只须走三步路就可以到戏院。现在我可得走三千大步了。”

姑妈有时也生病,但是不管她怎样不舒服,她决不会不看戏的。她的医生开了一个单子,叫她晚上在脚上敷些药。她遵照医生的话办了,但是她却喊车子到戏院去,带着她脚上敷的药坐在那儿看戏。如果她坐在那儿死去了,那对她说来倒是很幸福的呢。多瓦尔生就是在戏院里死去的——她把这叫做“幸福之死”。

天国里如果没有戏院,对她说来是不可想象的。我们当然是不会走进天国的。但是我们可以想象得到,过去死去了的名男演员和女演员,一定还是在那里继续他们的事业的。

姑妈在她的房间里安了一条私人电线,直通到戏院。她在每星期天喝咖啡的时候就接到一个“电报”。她的电线就是舞台装置部的西凡尔生先生。凡是布景或撤销布景,幕启或幕落,都是由此人来发号施令的。

她从他那里打听到每出戏的简单扼要的情节。他把莎士比亚的《暴风雨》叫做“讨厌的作品,因为它的布景太复杂,而且头一场一开始就有水!”他的意思是说,汹涌的波涛这个布景在舞台上太突出了。相反,假如同样一个室内布景在五幕中都不变换一下,那么他就要认为这个剧本写得很聪明和完整,是一出安静的戏,因为它不需要什么布景就能自动地演起来。

从前——也就是姑妈所谓的30多年以前——她和刚才所说的西凡尔生先生还很年轻。他那时已经在装置部里工作,而且正如她所说的,已经是她的一个“恩人”。在那个时候,城里只有一个独一无二的大戏院。在演晚场时,许多顾客总是坐在台顶上的布景间里。每一个后台的木匠都可以自由处理一两个位子。这些位子经常坐满了客人,而且都是名流:据说不是将军的太太,就是市府参议员的夫人。从幕后看戏,而且当幕落以后,知道演员怎样站着和怎样动作——这都是非常有趣的。

姑妈有好几次在这种位子上看悲剧和芭蕾舞,因为需要大批演员上台的戏只有从台顶上的布景间里才看得最有味。你在黑暗中坐着,而且这儿大多数的人都随身带有晚餐。有一次三个苹果和一片夹着香肠的黄油面包掉到监狱里去了,而狱中的乌果里诺却在这时快要饿死。这引起观众哄堂大笑。后来戏院的经理不准人坐在台顶的布景间里看戏,主要就是为了香肠的缘故。

“不过我到那上面去过37次,”姑妈说。“西凡尔生先生,我永远也忘不了这件事。”

当布景间最后一次为观众开放的时候,《所罗门的审判》这出戏正在上演。姑妈记得清清楚楚。她通过她的恩人西凡尔生先生为经纪人法布弄到了一张门票,虽然他不配得到一张,因为他老是跟戏院开玩笑,而且也常因此讽刺她。不过她总算为他弄到了一个位子。他要“倒看”舞台上的表演。姑妈说:这个词儿是他亲口说出来的——真能代表他的个性。

因此他就从上面“倒看”《所罗门的审判》了,同时也就睡着了。你很可能以为他事先赴过宴会,干了好多杯酒。他睡过去了,而且因此被锁在里面。他在戏院里的这一觉,睡过了整个黑夜。睡醒以后,他把全部经过都讲了出来,但是姑妈却不相信他的话。经纪人说:“《所罗门的审判》演完了,所有的灯烛都灭了,楼上和楼下的人都走光了;但是真正的戏——所谓‘余兴’——还不过是刚刚开始呢。”经纪人说:“这才是最好的戏呢!道具都活起来了。它们不是在演《所罗门的审判》;不是的,它们是在演《戏院的审判日》。”这一套话,经纪人法布居然胆敢叫姑妈相信!这就是她为他弄到一张台顶票所得到的感谢!

经纪人所讲的话,听起来确实很滑稽,不过骨子里却是包含着恶意和讽刺。

“那上面真是漆黑一团,”经纪人说,“不过只有在这种情景下,伟大的妖术演出《戏院的审判日》才能开始。收票人站在门口。每个看戏的人都要交出品行证明书,看他要不要戴着手铐,或是要不要戴着口套走进去。在戏开演后迟到的上流社会中人,或者故意在外面浪费时间的年轻人,都被拴在外面。除了戴上口套以外,他们的脚还得套上毡底鞋,待到下一幕开演时才能走进去。这样,《戏院的审判日》就开始了。”

“这简直是我们上帝从来没有听过的胡说!”姑妈说。

布景画家如果想上天,他就得爬上他自己画的梯子,但是这样的梯子是任何人也爬不上的。这可以说是犯了违反透视规则的错误。舞台木工如果想上天,他就得把他费了许多气力放错了地方的那些房子和树木搬回到正确的地方来,而且必须在鸡叫以前就搬好。法布先生如果想上天,也得留神。至于他所形容的那些悲剧和喜剧中的演员,歌唱和舞蹈的演员,他们简直糟糕得很。法布先生!佛拉布先生!他真不配坐在台顶上。姑妈永远不愿意把他的话传达给任何人听。但是佛拉布这东西,居然说他已经把这些话都写下来了,而且还要印出来——不过这要在他死了以后,不在他死去以前,因为他怕人家活剥他的皮。

姑妈只有一次在她的幸福的神庙——戏院——里感到恐怖和苦恼。那是在冬天——那种一天只有两个钟头的稀薄的阳光的日子里。这时天气又冷又下雪,但是姑妈不得不到戏院里去。除了一个小型歌剧和一个大型芭蕾舞、一段开场白和一段收场白以外,主戏是《赫尔曼·冯·翁那》。这出戏一直可以演到深夜。姑妈非去不可。她的房客借给她一双里外都有毛的滑雪靴。她连小腿都伸进靴子里去了。

她走进戏院,在包厢里坐下来。靴子是很暖和的,因此她没有脱下来。忽然间,有一个喊“起火”的声音叫起来了。烟从舞台边厢和顶楼上冒出来了,这时立刻起了一阵可怕的骚动。大家都在向外乱跑。姑妈坐在离门最远的一个包厢里。“布景从第二层楼的左边看最好,”她这样说过,“因为它是专为皇家包厢里的人欣赏而设计的。”姑妈想走出去,但是她前面的人已经在恐怖中无意地把门关上了。姑妈坐在那里面,既不能出,也不能进——这也就是说,进不到隔壁的一个包厢里去,因为隔板太高了。

她大叫起来,谁也听不见。她朝下面的一层楼望。那儿已经空了。这层楼很低,而且隔她不远。姑妈在恐怖中忽然觉得自己变得年轻和活泼起来,她想跳下去。她一只腿跨过了栏杆,另一只腿还抵在座位上。她就是这样像骑马似地坐着,穿着漂亮的衣服和花裙子,一条长腿悬在外面——一条穿着庞大的滑雪靴的腿。这副样儿才值得一看呢!她当真被人看见了,因此她的求救声也被人听见了。她被人从火中救出来了,因为戏院到底还是没有被烧掉。

她说这是她一生中最值得纪念的一晚。她很高兴她当时没有办法看见自己的全貌,否则她简直要羞死了。

她的恩人——舞台装置部的西凡尔生先生——经常在礼拜天来看她。不过从这个礼拜天到下个礼拜天是很长的一段时间。因此近来一些时日里,在每个星期三前后,她就找一个小女孩来吃“剩饭”——这就是说,把每天午饭后剩下的东西给这女孩子当晚饭吃。

这个女孩子是一个芭蕾舞班子里的一员;她的确需要东西吃。她每天在舞台上既当听差又当小妖精。她最难演的一个角色是当《魔笛》中那只狮子的后腿。不过她慢慢长大了,可以演狮子的前腿。演这个角色,她只能得到一毛钱;而演后腿的时候,她却能得到两毛钱——在这种情形下,她得弯下腰,而且呼吸不到新鲜空气。姑妈觉得能了解到这种内幕也是蛮有趣的事情。

她的确值得有跟戏院同样长久的寿命,但是她却活不了那么久。她也没有在戏院里死去,她是在她自己的床上安静地、庄严地死去的。她临终的一句话是非常有意义的。她问:

“明天有什么戏上演?”

她死后大概留下了500个银币。这件事我们是从她所得到的利息推断出来的——20个银币。姑妈把这笔钱作为遗产留给一位没有家的、正派的老小姐。这笔钱是专为每年买一张二层楼上左边位子的票而用的,而且是星期六的一张票,因为最好的戏都是在这天上演的;这笔遗产的受益人只需履行一个条件:她每星期六在戏院的时候必须默念一下躺在坟墓里的姑妈。

这就是姑妈的宗教。

这篇小品首先发表在1866年哥本哈根出版的《新的童话和故事集》第2卷第4部分。安徒生在他的手记中说:“‘姑妈’这个人物是我从好几个人中认识的。这些人现在都在坟墓中安息。”“姑妈”这种人物不仅在“好几个人中”存在,而且在无数的人中存在,在古代和当代人中,在资本主义和社会主义制度中都存在,不过表现方式不同罢了。这种人生活有一定的保障,还有点文化,可能还是某种“才子”,能发表一点对国家大事和文化艺术的看法,在“姑妈”那个时代是。“戏迷”——这还是有点文化的表现,但在当代则是“麻将迷”或“吃喝迷”——毫无文化。


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1 solely FwGwe     
adv.仅仅,唯一地
参考例句:
  • Success should not be measured solely by educational achievement.成功与否不应只用学业成绩来衡量。
  • The town depends almost solely on the tourist trade.这座城市几乎完全靠旅游业维持。
2 theatrical pIRzF     
adj.剧场的,演戏的;做戏似的,做作的
参考例句:
  • The final scene was dismayingly lacking in theatrical effect.最后一场缺乏戏剧效果,叫人失望。
  • She always makes some theatrical gesture.她老在做些夸张的手势。
3 stork hGWzF     
n.鹳
参考例句:
  • A Fox invited a long-beaked Stork to have dinner with him.狐狸请长嘴鹳同他一起吃饭。
  • He is very glad that his wife's going to get a visit from the stork.他为她的妻子将获得参观鹳鸟的机会感到非常高兴。
4 pithy TN8xR     
adj.(讲话或文章)简练的
参考例句:
  • Many of them made a point of praising the film's pithy dialogue.他们中很多人特别赞扬了影片精炼的对白。
  • His pithy comments knocked the bottom out of my argument.他精辟的评论驳倒了我的论点。
5 procured 493ee52a2e975a52c94933bb12ecc52b     
v.(努力)取得, (设法)获得( procure的过去式和过去分词 );拉皮条
参考例句:
  • These cars are to be procured through open tender. 这些汽车要用公开招标的办法购买。 来自《现代汉英综合大词典》
  • A friend procured a position in the bank for my big brother. 一位朋友为我哥哥谋得了一个银行的职位。 来自《用法词典》
6 impudence K9Mxe     
n.厚颜无耻;冒失;无礼
参考例句:
  • His impudence provoked her into slapping his face.他的粗暴让她气愤地给了他一耳光。
  • What knocks me is his impudence.他的厚颜无耻使我感到吃惊。
7 malice P8LzW     
n.恶意,怨恨,蓄意;[律]预谋
参考例句:
  • I detected a suggestion of malice in his remarks.我觉察出他说的话略带恶意。
  • There was a strong current of malice in many of his portraits.他的许多肖像画中都透着一股强烈的怨恨。
8 muzzle i11yN     
n.鼻口部;口套;枪(炮)口;vt.使缄默
参考例句:
  • He placed the muzzle of the pistol between his teeth.他把手枪的枪口放在牙齿中间。
  • The President wanted to muzzle the press.总统企图遏制新闻自由。
9 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。
10 anguish awZz0     
n.(尤指心灵上的)极度痛苦,烦恼
参考例句:
  • She cried out for anguish at parting.分手时,她由于痛苦而失声大哭。
  • The unspeakable anguish wrung his heart.难言的痛苦折磨着他的心。
11 lodger r8rzi     
n.寄宿人,房客
参考例句:
  • My friend is a lodger in my uncle's house.我朋友是我叔叔家的房客。
  • Jill and Sue are at variance over their lodger.吉尔和休在对待房客的问题上意见不和。
12 frightful Ghmxw     
adj.可怕的;讨厌的
参考例句:
  • How frightful to have a husband who snores!有一个发鼾声的丈夫多讨厌啊!
  • We're having frightful weather these days.这几天天气坏极了。
13 dangling 4930128e58930768b1c1c75026ebc649     
悬吊着( dangle的现在分词 ); 摆动不定; 用某事物诱惑…; 吊胃口
参考例句:
  • The tooth hung dangling by the bedpost, now. 结果,那颗牙就晃来晃去吊在床柱上了。
  • The children sat on the high wall,their legs dangling. 孩子们坐在一堵高墙上,摇晃着他们的双腿。
14 memorable K2XyQ     
adj.值得回忆的,难忘的,特别的,显著的
参考例句:
  • This was indeed the most memorable day of my life.这的确是我一生中最值得怀念的日子。
  • The veteran soldier has fought many memorable battles.这个老兵参加过许多难忘的战斗。
15 legacy 59YzD     
n.遗产,遗赠;先人(或过去)留下的东西
参考例句:
  • They are the most precious cultural legacy our forefathers left.它们是我们祖先留下来的最宝贵的文化遗产。
  • He thinks the legacy is a gift from the Gods.他认为这笔遗产是天赐之物。
16 applied Tz2zXA     
adj.应用的;v.应用,适用
参考例句:
  • She plans to take a course in applied linguistics.她打算学习应用语言学课程。
  • This cream is best applied to the face at night.这种乳霜最好晚上擦脸用。


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