雾都孤儿中的优美句子

1.没有强烈的爱，没有仁爱的心，没有以慈悲为怀为准则、以对世间众生的爱心为伟大的特征的上帝感激之忱，是永远得不到幸福的。

2.广阔的天空似乎整个燃烧了起来。烈火喷出阵雨般的火星一浪压过一浪的冲向天空，照亮了方圆几英里的天空，滚滚浓烟朝他站的方向袭过来。

3.欢乐与忧伤交汇在命运之杯里，然而其中绝没有辛酸的眼泪：因为就连忧伤本身也已冲淡，又裹在了那样甜密、亲切的回忆之中，失去了所有的苦涩，成了一种庄严的快慰。4.实际生活中，从摆满珍肴美撰的餐桌到临终时的灵床，从吊丧的孝服到节日的盛装，这种变迁的惊人之处也毫不逊色，只不过我们就是其中匆匆来去的演员，而不是袖手旁观的看客罢了，这一点是有着天壤之别的。

5.应该为这位小姐说句公道话，她并没有直截了当承认自己不想去，只是表达了一个热切而强烈的愿望：要去的话，她宁可“挨雷劈”，用一个客气而又巧妙的适词，避开了正面回答。据此看来，这位小姐天生具有良好的教养，不忍心叫一位人类同胞蒙受断然拒绝、当面开销的痛苦。

6.有的时候，一支亲切的乐曲，一处幽静地方的潺潺水声，一朵花的芳香，甚而只是说出一个熟悉的字眼，会突然唤起一些模糊的记忆，令人想起一些今生不曾出现过的场景，它们会像微风一样飘散，仿佛刹那间唤醒了对某种久已别离的、比较快乐的往事，而这种回忆单靠冥思苦想是怎么也想不起来的。7.这里没有月下跃马荒原的画面，没有在最舒适的洞窟中寻欢作乐的场景，没有令人啧啧称羡的服装，没有锦绣，没有花边，没有马鞍，没有猩红色的外套和裥饰，没有自古以来就是“江湖豪客”本色的那份帅劲和逍遥。

寒冷潮湿、无处栖身的午夜伦敦街头，邪恶在里边挤得转悠不开的藏垢纳污之所，饥馑与疫疠出没无常的鬼地方，勉强缀连在一起的破衣衫——-这一切有什么魅力可言？德行看到了脏袜子立即别过头去；可是邪恶只要用缎带和艳丽的服饰装潢起来，像已婚女子那样换个姓氏，就变成了罗曼蒂克，你道怪与不怪？8.几天以来，哀愁似乎已经占据了这个心急的孩子那双忧郁的眼睛，不管看到什么美好的东西都笼罩着一层阴云，这种忧愁已经魔术般地烟消云散。绿叶上的露珠闪出更加晶莹的光泽，微风伴着一支更加美妙的乐曲从绿色的叶片中间飒飒穿过。

连天空本身也好想更蓝更亮了。这就是我们自己的心境产生的影响，它甚至会波及外界事物的形态。

人们看到天地万物和自己的人类同胞，大叫一切都是那样阴暗、消沉，这并非没有道理，但这种阴暗的颜色只是他们自己带有偏见的眼睛与心灵的反映罢了。真实的色彩是十分美妙的，需要的是更加清澈的眼光9.我喜欢在路上的感觉。

在路上可以避开所有我不想面对的事情。10.路越艰难，风景越美，无论如何，感谢经历。

11.梦是甜的，路是长的，我们总是怀着美好的愿望，进行着我们的人生。即使道路艰难，路途遥远，依然不悔。

12.这弯弯曲曲的大道，像一条没有尽头的长绳，缠绕山腰，越过山冈，爬进积着残雪的沼泽滩。消失在遥远的天边。

13.高速公路像一条银色的飘带，柔软的弧线缠绕着，穿越这座座青翠的山峰，飘逸而美丽！14.每个人的命运都掌握在自己手中，每个人的脚下都有一条通往成功的道路。如何才能走好属于自己的人生之路，是永远需要我们思考的问题。

15.这弯弯曲曲的大道，像一条没有尽头的长绳，缠绕山腰，越过山冈，爬进积着残雪的沼泽滩，消失在遥远的天边。16.浓阴蔽天的大山深处，有条横贯山岭的石板路，高低起伏，若隐若现，宛如一条回环曲折、飘浮不定的带子。

17.在路上，我们永远年轻，永远热泪盈眶。18.全世界第一条高速公路是德国科隆市市长康瑞德海迪那于1932年发明的。

19.天很黑，路很滑，我怎么走进你心里？20.乡间小路，弯弯曲曲，像顽皮的孩子在捉弄人，不时露出一点点踪影，不时又隐没了。21.一盏盏玉兰球型组合灯，将柏油路面照得水雾蒙蒙，行人稀少，偶尔有辆出租小汽车沙沙地驶过。

22.当你走的路跟别人不同时，你才能看到更独特的风景。18、梦想，可以天花乱坠，理想，是我们一步一个脚印踩出来的坎坷道路。

19、高速公路高速公路的特点是高速、交通量大和有较高的运输经济效益及社会效益。20、高速公路全线封闭，出入口控制，只准汽车在规定的一些立体交叉口进出公路。

21、天堂有路你不走，地狱无门你闯进来。22、一个朋友一条路，一个冤家一堵墙。

23.这就是路，蜿蜒与平坦混合在一起，奇趣与壮美混合在一起，失败与成功混合在一起；这就是路，它不仅是我们脚下踩的路，更是我们人生的路！24、我不知道将去何方，但我已在路上。25、即使前路艰难，也要跬步前进。

因为每一步都能让你比昨天前进一点。26、独上高楼，望尽天涯路。

27、晨曦初照，而山像含羞的少女，若隐若现，日落西山，余光横照。28、大雨洗过的路面，映着银色的路灯，仿佛是一片透明的水晶世界。

29、路是中国的动脉，是通往全国各地的桥梁。30、高速公路的标志，通常是两条道路中有过街桥的标图。

31、我不知道未来是怎样，但我知道我已经在路上。32、路很多，要选择最难走的那一条！33、八角街是围绕。

He ate the food and wine in the stomach would turn into bile, blood clotting into the ice , the heart as hard as iron .

他吃下去的佳肴美酒在肚子里会化作胆汁，血凝成了冰，心像铁一样硬。

In indent his narrow bunks, still willing that's his coffin, he can be at peace in the church are buried in the fields, the tall weeds on his head lightly swaying, dark antique clock plays, soothe yourself forever.

在缩进他那狭窄的铺位里去的时候，仍然甘愿那就是他的棺材，他从此可以安安稳稳地在教堂地里长眠了，高高的野草在头顶上轻盈地随风摇曳，深沉的古钟奏响，抚慰自己长眠不醒。

Human nature is so wonderful , the same good quality never favoritism , either in the finest gentleman who develop , they can be the most foul charity school student body grow.

人的本性是多么的美妙，同样美好的品质从不厚此薄彼，既可以在最出色的君子身上发扬，又可以再最卑污的慈善学校学生的身上滋长。

Some strong-willed person subjected to the test of time parting showed admirable obedience and fortitude .

一些意志坚定的人在经受生离死别考验时表现出令人羡慕的顺从与刚毅。

With people that are determined to be tested and death showed an enviable comply with bravery.

Chapter LII FAGIN'S LAST NIGHT ALIVE The court was paved, from floor to roof, with human faces. Inquisitive and eager eyes peered from every inch of space. From the rail before the dock, away into the sharpest angle of the smallest corner in the galleries, all looks were fixed upon one man--Fagin. Before him and behind: above, below, on the right and on the left: he seemed to stand surrounded by a firmament, all bright with gleaming eyes. He stood there, in all this glare of living light, with one hand resting on the wooden slab before him, the other held to his ear, and his head thrust forward to enable him to catch with greater distinctness every word that fell from the presiding judge, who was delivering his charge to the jury. At times, he turned his eyes sharply upon them to observe the effect of the slightest featherweight in his favour; and when the points against him were stated with terrible distinctness, looked towards his counsel, in mute appeal that he would, even then, urge something in his behalf. Beyond these manifestations of anxiety, he stirred not hand or foot. He had scarcely moved since the trial began; and now that the judge ceased to speak, he still remained in the same strained attitude of close attention, with his gaze ben on him, as though he listened still. A slight bustle in the court, recalled him to himself. Looking round, he saw that the juryman had turned together, to consider their verdict. As his eyes wandered to the gallery, he could see the people rising above each other to see his face: some hastily applying their glasses to their eyes: and others whispering their neighbours with looks expressive of abhorrence. A few there were, who seemed unmindful of him, and looked only to the jury, in impatient wonder how they could delay. But in no one face--not even among the women, of whom there were many there--could he read the faintest sympathy with himself, or any feeling but one of all-absorbing interest that he should be condemned. As he saw all this in one bewildered glance, the deathlike stillness came again, and looking back he saw that the jurymen had turned towards the judge. Hush! They only sought permission to retire. He looked, wistfully, into their faces, one by one when they passed out, as though to see which way the greater number leant; but that was fruitless. The jailed touched him on the shoulder. He followed mechanically to the end of the dock, and sat down on a chair. The man pointed it out, or he would not have seen it. 人群中有人在吃东西，有人用手绢扇风【如下】 He looked up into the gallery again. Some of the people were eating, and some fanning themselves with handkerchiefs; for the crowded place was very hot. There was one young man sketching his face in a little note-book. He wondered whether it was like, and looked on when the artist broke his pencil-point, and made another with his knife, as any idle spectator might have done. In the same way, when he turned his eyes towards the judge, his mind began to busy itself with the fashion of his dress, and what it cost, and how he put it on. There was an old fat gentleman on the bench, too, who had gone out, some half an hour before, and now come back. He wondered within himself whether this man had been to get his dinner, what he had had, and where he had had it; and pursued this train of careless thought until some new object caught his eye and roused another. Not that, all this time, his mind was, for an instant, free from one oppressive overwhelming sense of the grave that opened at his feet; it was ever present to him, but in a vague and general way, and he could not fix his thoughts upon it. Thus, even while he trembled, and turned burning hot at the idea of speedy death, he fell to counting the iron spikes before him, and wondering how the head of one had been broken off, and whether they would mend it, or leave it as it was. Then, he thought of all the horrors of the gallows and the scaffold--and stopped to watch a man sprinkling the floor to cool it--and then went on to think again. At length there was a cry of silence, and a breathless look from all towards the door. The jury returned, and passed him close. He could glean nothing from their faces; they might as well have been of stone. Perfect stillness ensued--not a rustle--not a breath--Guilty. The building rang with a tremendous shout, and another, and another, and then it echoed loud groans, that gathered strength as they swelled out, like angry thunder. It was a peal of joy from the populace outside, greeting the news that he would die on Monday. The noise subsided, and he was asked if he had anything to say why sentence of death 。

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