2013初中英語(yǔ)閱讀:最后一課

　　The Last Lesson

　　Alphonse Daudet

　　I was very late that morning on my way to school and was afraid of being scolded. The master had told us he would question us on verbs, and I did not know a thing about them, for I had not done my lesson.

　　For a moment I thought of playing truant. The air was so warm and bright, and I could hear the blackbirds wh istling on the edge of the woods, and the Prussians drilling in the meadows behind the sawmill.

　　I liked this much better than learning the rules of verbs, but I did not d are to stop, so I ran quickly towards school.

　　Passing the mayor"s office, I saw people standing before the little bulletin board. For two years it was there that we had received all the news of battles, of victories and defeats.

　　"What is it now?" I thought, without stopping.

　　Then, as I ran along, the blacksmith, who was there reading the notice, cried out to me, "Not so fast, little one, you will reach your school soon enough."

　　I thought he was making fun of me and ran faster than ever, reaching the schoolyard quite out of breath.

　　Usually at the beginning of school, the noise of desks being opened and closed, and lessons repeated at the top of the children"s voices could be heard out in the street. Occasionally the master beat the table with the heavy ruler as he cried, "Silence, please, silence!"

　　I had hoped to be able to take my seat in all this noise without being seen; but that morning the room was quiet and orderly.

　　Through the open window I saw my schoolmates already in their places. The master was walking up and down the room with the iron ruler under his arm and a book in his hand.

　　As I entered he looked at me kindly, and said, without scolding, "Go quickly to your place, little Franz; we were going to begin without you. You should have been here five minutes ago."

　　I climbed over my bench and sat down at once at my desk. Just then I noticed, for the first time, that our master wore his fine green coat and his black silk embroidered cap.

　　But what surprised me most was to see some of the village people seated on the benches at the end of the room. One of them was holding an old spelling book on his knee; and they all looked sadly at the master.

　　While I was wondering at this, our schoolmaster took his place. "Children," he said, "this is the last time that I shall give you a lesson. An order has come from Berlin that no language but German may be taught in the schools of Alsace and Lorraine. A new master will come tomorrow who will teach you German. Today is your last lesson in French. I beg you to pay attention."

　　These words frightened me. This was what they had posted on the bulletin board then! This was what the blacksmith was reading!

　　My last lesson in French! I hardly knew how to write, and I never should learn now. How I regretted the hours wasted in the woods and fields, the days when I had played and should have studied!

　　My books that a short time ago had seemed so tiresome, so heavy to carry, now seemed to me like old friends.

　　I was thinking of this when I hea rd my name called. It was my turn to recite. What would I not have given to be able to say the rules without a mistake! But I could not say a word, and stood at my bench without daring to lift my head. Then I heard the master speaking to me.

　　"I shall not scold you, little Franz. You are punished enough now. Every day you have said to yourself, "I have plenty of time. I will learn my lessons tomorrow." Now you see what has happened."

　　Then he began to talk to us about the French language, saying that it was the most beautiful tongue in the world, and that we must kee p it among us and never forget it.

　　Finally he took the grammar and read us the lesson. I was surprised to see how well I understood. Everything seemed easy. I believed, too, that I had never listened so attentively; and it almost seemed as if the good man were trying to teach us all he knew at this last lesson.

　　When the lesson in grammar was over we began our writing. For that day the master had prepared some cards on which were written, "Alsace, France; Alsace, France."

　　They seemed like so many little flags dotted about the schoolroom. How we worked! Nothing was heard but the voice of the master and the scratching of pens on paper. There was no time for play now. On the roof of the schoolhouse some pigeons were softly cooing, and I said to myself, "Will they, too, be obliged to sing in German?"

　　From time to time, when I looked up from my page, I saw the master looking ab out him as if he wished to impress upon his mind everything in the room.

　　After writing, we had a history lesson. Next, the little ones recited in concert their "Ba, be, bi, bo, bu".

　　Oh, I shall always remember that last lesson!

　　Suddenly the church clock struck twelve. The master rose from his chair. "My friends," said he, "my friends, ... I ... I ..."

　　But something choked him; he could not finish the sentence. He returned to the blackboard, took a piece of chalk, and wrote in large letters, "VIVE LA FRANCE."

　　Then he stood leaning against the wall, unable to speak. He signed to us with his hand. "The lesson is over. You are dismissed."

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　　最后一課

　　阿方斯?都德

　　那天早上我很晚才去上學(xué)，心中害怕要挨訓(xùn)斥。老師說(shuō)過(guò)要問(wèn)我們動(dòng)詞的問(wèn)題，可是我沒(méi)有溫習(xí)功課，一點(diǎn)也不會(huì)。

　　逃學(xué)的念頭在我腦子里閃了一下。天氣多么暖和，多么晴朗呀!林邊樹(shù)梢上畫(huà)眉在吟唱，鋸木廠后面的草坪上傳來(lái)普魯士軍人操練的聲音。

　　此情此景比學(xué)習(xí)動(dòng)詞規(guī)則有趣多了，可是我不敢逗留，就趕緊朝學(xué)校跑去。

　　經(jīng)過(guò)鎮(zhèn)公所，我看見(jiàn)一群人站在小布告牌前。這兩年，我們就是在這兒得到關(guān)于戰(zhàn)爭(zhēng)的各種消息，有打勝仗的，有吃敗仗的。

　　“又有什么事了?”我尋 思著，沒(méi)停下腳步。

　　我剛跑過(guò)去，這時(shí)，在那兒看布告的鐵匠朝我喊道：“別跑那么快，小家伙，你來(lái)得及趕到學(xué)校的。”

　　我以為他是同我開(kāi)玩笑，便跑得更快了。到學(xué)校的時(shí)候，已經(jīng)上氣不接下氣了。

　　平時(shí)，剛開(kāi)始上課的時(shí)候，在街上就能聽(tīng)到課桌開(kāi)開(kāi)關(guān)關(guān)的乒乓聲和孩子們一遍遍高聲念課文的讀書(shū)聲。有時(shí)，老師還用大戒尺拍打講桌，喊道：“安靜 點(diǎn)，請(qǐng)安靜點(diǎn)!”

　　我本想趁著這陣喧鬧神不知鬼不覺(jué)地溜到自己的座位上。可是這天早上，教室里卻安安靜靜，規(guī)規(guī)矩矩。

　　從開(kāi)著的窗子望進(jìn)去，我看到同學(xué)們已端坐在自己的座位上，老師手里拿著一本書(shū)，胳膊下夾著鐵戒尺，在教室里走過(guò)來(lái)走過(guò)去。

　　我走進(jìn)教室，老師慈祥地看著我，口氣不帶責(zé)備地說(shuō)：“快到座位上去吧，小弗朗茨，我們就要開(kāi)始上課了，不準(zhǔn)備等你了。你應(yīng)該5分鐘前到教室才是。”

　　我跨過(guò)板凳，坐到座位上。這時(shí)我才發(fā)現(xiàn)，老師第一次 穿上了他那件漂亮的綠上衣，戴著黑色繡邊絲帽。

　　但是最叫我吃驚的是看到教室后面的凳子上坐著好些村民，有個(gè)人還在膝上放 著一本舊拼寫(xiě)書(shū)。 他們個(gè)個(gè)都憂郁地望著老師。

　　我正感到納悶，只見(jiàn)老師登上了講臺(tái)，對(duì)我們說(shuō)：“孩子們，這是我最后一次給你們上課了。柏林已下令，阿爾薩斯和洛林的學(xué)校只準(zhǔn)教德語(yǔ)。明天新老師就來(lái)教你們德語(yǔ)。今天是你們最后一次法語(yǔ)課，我懇求你們用心聽(tīng)講。”

　　聽(tīng)了這幾句話，我嚇壞了。原來(lái)布告牌上講的是這么回事!原來(lái)鐵匠看的是這么一個(gè)布告!

　　我最后一次上法語(yǔ)課了!我?guī)缀踹�不會(huì)作文呢，就再也不能學(xué)了。想起浪費(fèi)在樹(shù)林和田野里的時(shí)光，想起本應(yīng)學(xué)習(xí)卻只顧玩耍的那些日子，我真后悔極了!

　　就在剛才還覺(jué)得那么討厭、那么沉重難帶的課本，此時(shí)對(duì)于我卻像老朋友一般親切!

　　我正想著，忽然聽(tīng)見(jiàn)老師叫我的名字。輪到我背書(shū)了。唉，要是我能一點(diǎn)不錯(cuò)地說(shuō)出動(dòng)詞的規(guī)則該多好哇!可是我一個(gè)字也說(shuō)不出，站在座位上不敢抬頭。這時(shí)，聽(tīng)到老師對(duì)我說(shuō)：

　　“我不批評(píng)你，小弗朗茨。你現(xiàn)在心里夠難過(guò)的了。你以前總是在想：‘時(shí)間有的是，明天再學(xué)不遲。’這下你知道后果了吧。”

　　然后他開(kāi)始對(duì)我們講起了法蘭西語(yǔ)言。他說(shuō)法語(yǔ)是世界上最美的語(yǔ)言，我們一定要經(jīng)常講，永遠(yuǎn)不要忘掉。

　　說(shuō)完這些，老師拿起文法書(shū)，給我們講課。真怪，我今天全能聽(tīng)懂，老師講的似乎都挺容易。這才明白，我從來(lái)沒(méi)有這么用心聽(tīng)課。這個(gè)好心的人仿佛要在這最后一堂課把他的全部知識(shí)教給我們。

　　文法講完了就開(kāi)始習(xí)字。老師專門(mén)為那一天準(zhǔn)備了一些卡片，上面寫(xiě)著：“法蘭西，阿爾薩斯;法蘭西，阿爾薩斯。”

　　這些卡片就像無(wú)數(shù)面小旗點(diǎn)綴著教室。我們個(gè)個(gè)都那么用功!課堂里一點(diǎn)聲音也沒(méi)有，只聽(tīng)見(jiàn)老師的講課聲和鉛筆在紙上寫(xiě)字的沙沙聲。現(xiàn)在誰(shuí)也顧不上玩了。教室的屋頂上，幾只鴿子在咕咕咕地輕聲叫著，我心想：“會(huì)不會(huì)叫鴿子唱歌也用德語(yǔ)?”

　　我不時(shí)從練習(xí)紙上抬起頭，每一次都看見(jiàn)老師在望著周?chē)�，仿佛要把教室里的一切都印在心上�?/p>

　　寫(xiě)完字，老師又給我們講歷史。然后教小班的同學(xué)齊聲念著“Ba, Be, Bi, Bo, Bu”來(lái)拼音。

　　啊，我永遠(yuǎn)忘不了這最后的一次課!

　　突然，教堂的鐘聲敲響了12下。老師從座位上站起來(lái)。“朋友們……”他說(shuō)，“朋友們……我……我……”

　　他的聲音哽咽了，說(shuō)不下去。他回到黑板前，拿起一根粉筆，寫(xiě)下幾個(gè)大字：“法蘭西萬(wàn)歲!”

　　寫(xiě)完字，老師靠著墻站在那兒，說(shuō)不出話來(lái)。他對(duì)我們擺了擺手，好像說(shuō)：“下課了，你們走吧。”

（育路中小學(xué)教育）