Charlotte’s Web E. B. White

Chapter I: Before Breakfast

• “Well,” said her mother, “one of the pigs is a runt. It’s very small and weak, and it will never amount to anything. So your father has decided to do away with it.”

• “This is a matter of life and death, and you talk about controlling myself.”

• A little girl is one thing, a little runty pig is another.”

  • 人和动物都是生命

• It was a white one. The morning light shone through its ears, turning them pink.

• By the time the bus reached school, Fern had named her pet, selecting the most beautiful name she could think of.

Chapter II: Wilbur

• Wilbur loved his milk, and he was never happier than when Fern was warming up a bottle for him. He would stand and gaze up at her with adoring eyes.

  • 可爱的小猪

• Every morning after breakfast, Wilbur walked out to the road with Fern and waited with her till the bus came.

  • 和小猪一起等公交车

• Every day was a happy day, and every night was peaceful.

Chapter III: Escape

• Fern had not arrived for her usual visit. Wilbur stood in the sun feeling lonely and bored.

• “There’s never anything to do around here,” he thought

  • 这是小猪第一次说话

• “When I’m out here,” he said, “there’s no place to go but in. When I’m indoors, there’s no place to go but out in the yard.”

  • 走来走去

• The world is a wonderful place when you’re young.

• seemed as though everybody was after him. “If this is what it’s like to be free,” he thought, “I believe I’d rather be penned up in my own yard.”

• He tried to follow the instructions his friends were giving him, but he couldn’t run downhill and uphill at the same time, and he couldn’t turn and twist when he was jumping and dancing

  • 我永远无法满足所有人

• “You’ll miss your freedom,” honked the goose. “An hour of freedom is worth a barrel of slops.” Wilbur didn’t care.

Chapter IV: Loneliness

• From three to four, he planned to stand perfectly still and think of what it was like to be alive, and to wait for Fern.

  • 小猪都可以认真地安排好自己一天的生活

• Wilbur didn’t want food, he wanted love.

• “Will you play with me, Templeton?” asked Wilbur.

  • 看着好心酸啊，小猪满怀期待地问别人愿不愿意和它一起玩

Chapter V: Charlotte

• Wilbur’s stomach was empty and his mind was full.

• “Approximately-oximately thirty days, all told,” answered the goose. “But I cheat a little. On warm afternoons, I just pull a little straw over the eggs and go out for a walk.”

  • 哈哈哈

• Wilbur loved the barn when it was like this calm and quiet, waiting for light.

• “Oh, beautiful day, it is here at last! Today I shall find my friend.”

• “I beg everyone’s pardon,” whispered Wilbur. “I didn’t mean to be objectionable.”

• “Oh, yes indeed,” said Wilbur. “Yes indeed! How are you? Good morning! Salutations! Very pleased to meet you. What is your name, please? May I have your name?”

  • 开心小猪

• “Why can’t you?” asked the pig. “I’m right here.”

• “Don’t say that!” groaned Wilbur. “Please don’t say things like that!” “Why not? It’s true, and I have to say what is true. I am not entirely happy about my diet of flies and bugs, but it’s the way I’m made.

  • 但我就是这样的

• Charlotte is fierce, brutal, scheming, bloodthirsty—everything I don’t like. How can I learn to like her, even though she is pretty and, of course, clever?”

Chapter VI: Summer Days

• On an apple bough, the phoebe teeters and wags its tail and says, “Phoebe, phoe-bee! ”

• The song sparrow, who knows how brief and lovely life is, says, “Sweet, sweet, sweet interlude; sweet, sweet, sweet interlude.” If you enter the barn, the swallows swoop down from their nests and scold. “Cheeky, cheeky!” they say.

  • 这大概是描写鸟儿最童真的文字吧

Chapter VII: Bad News

• Wilbur admired the way Charlotte managed. He was particularly glad that she always put her victim to sleep before eating it. “It’s real thoughtful of you to do that, Charlotte,” he said.

• “Yes, I guess I am,” replied Wilbur. “At my age it’s a good idea to keep gaining.”

  • 小猪喜欢变胖

• Wilbur burst into tears. “I don’t want to die,” he moaned. “I want to stay alive, right here in my comfortable manure pile with all my friends. I want to breathe the beautiful air and lie in the beautiful sun.”

  • 小猪喜欢这里自己的家

• “That remains to be seen. But I am going to save you, and I want you to quiet down immediately. You’re carrying on in a childish way. Stop your crying! I can’t stand hysterics.”

  • 冷静下来

Chapter VIII: A Talk At Home

• At any rate, don’t worry about Fern—she’s just got a lively imagination. Kids think they hear all sorts of things.

Chapter IX: Wilbur's Boast

• “Coxa, trochanter, femur, patella, tibia, metatarsus, and tarsus.” “Goodness!” said Wilbur, looking down at his own chubby legs. “I don’t think my legs have seven sections.”

  • 哈哈小胖猪

• “O.K.,” replied Wilbur. “You coach me and I’ll spin one. It must be a lot of fun to spin a web. How do I start?”

  • 嘿嘿，好奇小猪

• headfirst. The string trailed behind him. But as he had neglected to fasten the other end to anything, it didn’t really do any good, and Wilbur landed with a thud, crushed and hurt. Tears came to his eyes. Templeton grinned. Charlotte just sat quietly. After a bit she spoke. “You can’t spin a web, Wilbur, and I advise you to put the idea out of your mind. You lack two things needed for spinning a web.” “What are they?” asked Wilbur, sadly. “You lack a set of spinnerets, and you lack know-how. But cheer up, you don’t need a web. Zuckerman supplies you with three big meals a day. Why should you worry about trapping food?”

  • 你并不需要织网

• Even men aren’t as good at it as spiders, although they think they’re pretty good, and they’ll try anything.

• “Let Wilbur alone!” she said. “He has a perfect right to smell, considering his surroundings. You’re no bundle of sweet peas yourself. Furthermore, you are interrupting a very pleasant conversation.

  • 正直的夏洛

• All these sounds made him feel comfortable and happy, for he loved life and loved to be a part of the world on a summer evening

  • 因为他热爱生活

• “I just love it here in the barn,” said Wilbur. “I love everything about this place.” “Of course you do,” said Charlotte. “We all do.”

  • 温柔的夏洛

• “All right,” said Wilbur. “But don’t fail to let me know if there’s anything I can do to help, no matter how slight.”

  • 热心的小猪

• Gain weight and stay well—that’s the way you can help. Keep fit, and don’t lose your nerve

• “Slowly, slowly!” said Charlotte. “Never hurry and never worry!”

  • 突然想到，当Wilbur逃走的时候，也就是他和夏洛分开的时候。夏洛甚至是在准备着一种分别的方式

• “Good night, Charlotte!” said Wilbur. “Good night, Wilbur!” There was a pause. “Good night, Charlotte!” “Good night, Wilbur!”“Good night!” “Good night!”

  • 好有爱呀，就陪在旁边等他入睡

Chapter X: An Explosion

• Having promised Wilbur that she would save his life, she was determined to keep her promise.

  • 动物能做到的，人也应该做到 虽然这是童话故事，但是我们也已经相信了他们是自豪和骄傲的动物 而且人类或许是最勇敢，最鲁莽，最恶毒，也最善良的存在。也正是因为无限的可能性，才拉伸出无数的极点，撑起了开阔的世界。

• “What are you thinking about, Charlotte? ” he asked.

  • 你在想什么呢夏洛

Chapter XI: The Miracle

• Even Lurvy, who wasn’t particularly interested in beauty, noticed the web when he came with the pig’s breakfast. He noted how clearly it showed up and he noted how big and carefully built it was

Chapter XII: A Meeting

• Wilbur blushed. “But I’m not terrific, Charlotte. I’m just about average for a pig.”

• “You’re terrific as far as I’m concerned,” replied Charlotte, sweetly, “and that’s what counts. You’re my best friend, and I think you’re sensational. Now stop arguing and go get some sleep!”

  • 你是我最好的朋友

Chapter XIII: Good Progress

• Wilbur sighed. It had been a busy day—his first day of being terrific.

Chapter XIV: Dr. Dorian

• When the words appeared, everyone said they were a miracle. But nobody pointed out that the web itself is a miracle.

• But I don’t understand everything, and I don’t intend to let it worry me.

• Perhaps if people talked less, animals would talk more

Chapter XV: The Crickets

• A little maple tree in the swamp heard the cricket song and turned bright red with anxiety.

• Ever since the spider had befriended him, he had done his best to live up to his reputation.

• And now that the web said RADIANT, he did everything possible to make himself glow.

  • 哈哈

• Wilbur was modest; fame did not spoil him. He still worried some about the future, as he could hardly believe that a mere spider would be able to save his life.

• No pig ever had truer friends, and he realized that friendship is one of the most satisfying things in the world.

• If he could distinguish himself at the Fair, and maybe win some prize money, he was sure Zuckerman would let him live.

  • 利益是最实在的方式

Chapter XVI: Off to the Fair

• He felt radiant and happy.

Chapter XVII: Uncle

• “There’s a pig in the next pen and he’s enormous. I’m afraid he’s much bigger than you are.” “Maybe he’s older than I am, and has had more time to grow,” suggested Wilbur. Tears began to come to his eyes.

• One thing is certain, he has a most unattractive personality. He is too familiar, too noisy, and he cracks weak jokes.

Chapter XVIII: The Cool of the Evening

• You have nothing to fear, Wilbur nothing to worry about. Maybe you’ll live forever—who knows? And now, go to sleep

Chapter XIX: The Egg Sac

• “It means I’m slowing up, feeling my age. I’m not young any more, Wilbur. But I don’t want you to worry about me. This is your big day today. Look at my web—doesn’t it show up well with the dew on it?”

  • 她已经不再年轻了

• Don’t pay any attention to him, Wilbur!” Wilbur tried not to think about what the rat had just said. He decided to change the subject. “Templeton,” said Wilbur, “if you weren’t so dopey, you would have noticed that Charlotte has made an egg sac. She is going to become a mother.

  • 赞美和给予本身就是一种收获，这其实比想要的满足自己的愿望更有意义。

• Wilbur grew beautifully white and smooth. The morning sun shone through his pink ears.

Chapter XX: The Hour of Triumph

• Her two front legs embraced the egg sac. Charlotte could hear everything that was said on the loud speaker. The words gave her courage. This was her hour of triumph.

• “You asked for water,” said Lurvy meekly. “I didn’t ask for a shower bath,” said Mr. Zuckerman. The crowd roared with laughter.

  • 哈哈

Chapter XXI: Last Day

• “A little tired, perhaps. But I feel peaceful. Your success in the ring this morning was, to a small degree, my success. Your future is assured. You will live, secure and safe, Wilbur. Nothing can harm you now. These autumn days will shorten and grow cold. The leaves will shake loose from the trees and fall. Christmas will come, then the snows of winter. You will live to enjoy the beauty of the frozen world, for you mean a great deal to Zuckerman and he will not harm you, ever. Winter will pass, the days will lengthen, the ice will melt in the pasture pond. The song sparrow will return and sing, the frogs will awake, the warm wind will blow again. All these sights and sounds and smells will be yours to enjoy, Wilbur—this lovely world, these precious days …”

• “Why did you do all this for me?” he asked. “I don’t deserve it. I’ve never done anything for you.”

• “You have been my friend,” replied Charlotte. “That in itself is a tremendous thing. I wove my webs for you because I liked you. After all, what’s a life, anyway? We’re born, we live a little while, we die. A spider’s life can’t help being something of a mess, with all this trapping and eating flies. By helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a trifle. Heaven knows anyone’s life can stand a little of that.”

  • After all, what's a life, anyway?

• “Well,” said Wilbur. “I’m no good at making speeches. I haven’t got your gift for words. But you have saved me, Charlotte, and I would gladly give my life for you—I really would.” “I’m sure you would. And I thank you for your generous sentiments.”

• “Charlotte,” he moaned. “Charlotte! My true friend!”

• Wilbur was in a panic. He raced round and round the pen. Suddenly he had an idea—he thought of the egg sac and the five hundred and fourteen little spiders that would hatch in the spring. If Charlotte herself was unable to go home to the barn, at least he must take her children along.

• “So it’s ‘Hurry up, Templeton,’ is it?” he said. “Ho, ho. And what thanks do I ever get for these services, I would like to know? Never a kind word for old Templeton, only abuse and wisecracks and side remarks. Never a kind word for a rat.”

  • Never a kind word for a rat.

• “Thank you, Templeton,” he said. “I will never forget this as long as I live.”

• But as he was being shoved into the crate, he looked up at Charlotte and gave her a wink. She knew he was saying good-bye in the only way he could. And she knew her children were safe.

• “Good-bye!” she whispered. Then she summoned all her strength and waved one of her front legs at him.

• Nobody, of the hundreds of people that had visited the Fair, knew that a grey spider had played the most important part of all. No one was with her when she died.

Chapter XXII: A Warm Wind

• Wilbur often thought of Charlotte. A few strands of her old web still hung in the doorway. Every day Wilbur would stand and look at the torn, empty web, and a lump would come to his throat. No one had ever had such a friend—so affectionate, so loyal, and so skillful.

• One evening, just before Christmas, snow began falling. It covered house and barn and fields and woods. Wilbur had never seen snow before. When morning came he went out and plowed the drifts in his yard, for the fun of it.

  • 我们会感叹时光飞逝，但也正是时间的变幻，才证明我们还活着，我们还能感受四季。

• For Wilbur, nothing in life was so important as this small round object—nothing else mattered.

• Life is always a rich and steady time when you are waiting for something to happen or to hatch.

  • 期待让生命有了意义

• The snows melted and ran away. The streams and ditches bubbled and chattered with rushing water. A sparrow with a streaky breast arrived and sang. The light strengthened, the mornings came sooner.

  • 春天总是来得这样快

• The sky seemed wider and a warm wind blew. The last remaining strands of Charlotte’s old web floated away and vanished.

• Wilbur trembled all over when he saw it. The little spider waved at him. Then Wilbur looked more closely.

• They climbed round and round on the sac, exploring their new world.

• “Hello, there!” he said. The first spider said hello, but its voice was so small Wilbur couldn’t hear it. “I am an old friend of your mother’s,” said Wilbur. “I’m glad to see you. Are you all right? Is everything all right?” The little spiders waved their forelegs at him. Wilbur could see by the way they acted that they were glad to see him.

• The air smelled of the damp earth, of the spruce woods, of the sweet springtime.

• “We’re leaving here on the warm updraft. This is our moment for setting forth. We are aeronauts and we are going out into the world to make webs for ourselves.” “But where?” asked Wilbur. “Wherever the wind takes us. High, low. Near, far. East, west. North, south. We take to the breeze, we go as we please.”

• “I’ll tell you my name,” replied the first little spider, “if you’ll tell me why you are trembling.” “I’m trembling with joy,” said Wilbur. “Then my name is Joy,” said the first spider.

• I think it is only fair to tell you that I was devoted to your mother. I owe my very life to her. She was brilliant, beautiful, and loyal to the end. I shall always treasure her memory. To you, her daughters, I pledge my friendship, forever and ever.” “I pledge mine,” said Joy. “I do, too,” said Aranea. “And so do I,” said Nellie, who had just managed to catch a small gnat.

  • 看哭了

• It was a happy day for Wilbur. And many more happy, tranquil days followed.

  • 安静的，平静的日子

• As time went on, and the months and years came, and went, he was never without friends. Fern did not come regularly to the barn any more. She was growing up, and was careful to avoid childish things, like sitting on a milk stool near a pigpen.

  • 人总会长大的

• Life in the barn was very good—night and day, winter and summer, spring and fall, dull days and bright days. It was the best place to be, thought Wilbur, this warm delicious cellar, with the garrulous geese, the changing seasons, the heat of the sun, the passage of swallows, the nearness of rats, the sameness of sheep, the love of spiders, the smell of manure, and the glory of everything.

• Wilbur never forgot Charlotte. Although he loved her children and grandchildren dearly, none of the new spiders ever quite took her place in his heart. She was in a class by herself.

• It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer. Charlotte was both.

  • Charlotte was both

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