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全文听写But I didn't dare tell them I had already accepted the job.
"London is a long way away. We'll hardly see you anymore," my father said.
"I can come back at the weekends, dad."
He shook his head, looking more and more like someone who had just been given a few months to live by his doctor.
"I don't know, son. I don't know."
He shook his head again and then got up and walked out into the garden.
My mother and I sat there at the table. In the silence, I could hear the old clock ticking away in the hall. There were tears in my mother's eyes. I know she was going to put pressure on me to give up the idea, and I wondered if I could stand up to it. I even began to wonder if it was wrong of me to want to leave my family, the village and the people I had known all my life to live among the English in their cold, strange capital.
She put her hand over mine.
"Your father hasn't been well lately. Neither have I. You know that. But we won't stand in your way if it's what you really want," she said.雖然我已經接了工作，可我不敢告訴他們。
父亲说：“伦敦很远的，我们几乎都不能再见到你了。”
“我可以周末回来啊，爸。”
他摇了摇头，越看越觉得他就像那些被医生判了死刑，只剩几个月可以活的人。
“我不知道，儿子。我不知道。”
他再次摇头，起身走到花园里。
我和母亲坐在桌旁。在这沉默里，我可以听到厅里那老钟在滴答的溜走。母亲的眼里含着泪光。我知道，她打算给我施压，让我放弃那念头，我很好奇，我是否能抵挡得住。我甚至开始觉得，我想离开我的家、我的村子、我所熟悉的人们，我的一生将在英国人那又寒冷又奇怪的首都里度过，这想法是错的。
她把手搭在我的上面。她说：
“你父亲最近身子不大好。我也是。你知道的。但如果这是你真正想要的，我们不想阻止你。“”
——译文来自: jpmck |
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发表于 2016-8-2 11:32:53