THERE was once a velveteen rabbit, and in the beginning he was really splendid. He was fat and bunchy, as a rabbit should be; his coat was spotted brown and white, he had real thread whiskers, and his ears were lined with pink sateen. On Christmas morning, when he sat wedged in the top of the Boy's stocking, with a sprig of holly between his paws, the effect was charming.
squirrel什么意思There were other things in the stocking, nuts and oranges and a toy engine, and chocolate almonds and a clockwork mou, but the Rabbit was quite the best of all. For at least two hours the Boy loved him, and then Aunts and Uncles came to dinner, and there was a great rustling of tissue paper and unwrapping of parcels, and in the excitement of looking at all the new prents the Velveteen Rabbit was forgotten.
For a long time he lived in the toy cupboard or on the nurry floor, and no one thought very much about him. He was naturally shy, and being only made of velveteen, some of the more expensive toys quite snubbed him. The mechanical toys were very superior, and looked down upon every one el; they were full of modern ideas, and pretended they were
real. The model boat, who had lived through two asons and lost most of his paint, caught the tone from them and never misd an opportunity of referring to his rigging in technical terms. The Rabbit could not claim to be a model of anything, for he didn't know that real rabbits existed; he thought they were all stuffed with sawdust like himlf, and he understood that sawdust was quite out-of-date and should never be mentioned in modern circles. Even Timothy, the jointed wooden lion, who was made by the disabled soldiers, and should have had broader views, put on airs and pretended he was connected with Government. Between them all the poor little Rabbit was made to feel himlf very insignificant and commonplace, and the only person who was kind to him at all was the Skin Hor.扬州新东方中学
The Skin Hor had lived longer in the nurry than any of the others. He was so old that his brown coat was bald in patches and showed the ams underneath, and most of the hairs in his tail had been pulled out to string bead necklaces. He was wi, for he had en a long succession of mechanical toys arrive to boast and swagger, and by-and-by break their mainsprings and pass away, and he knew that they were only toys, and would
never turn into anything el. For nurry magic is very strange and wonderful, and only tho playthings that are old and wi and experienced like the Skin Hor understand all about it.
"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nurry fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"
"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Hor. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."南洋理工
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"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.keenon
"Sometimes," said the Skin Hor, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."
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"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"
"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Hor. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loo in your joints and very shabby. But the things don't matter at all, becau once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."
"I suppo you are real?" said the Rabbit. And then he wished he had not said it, for he thought the Skin Hor might be nsitive. But the Skin Hor only smiled.
看听学第一册"The Boy's Uncle made me Real," he said. "That was a great many years ago; but once you are Real you can't become unreal again. It lasts for always."
The Rabbit sighed. He thought it would be a long time before this magic called Real happened to him. He longed to become Real, to know what it felt like; and yet the idea of growing shabby and losing his eyes and whiskers was rather sad. He wished that he could become it without the uncomfortable things happening to him.
不离不弃的英文There was a person called Nana who ruled the nurry. Sometimes she took no notice of the playthings lying about, and sometimes, for no reason whatever, she went swooping about like a great wind and hustled them away in cupboards. She called this "tidying up," and the playthings all hated it, especially the tin ones. The Rabbit didn't mind it so much, for wherever he was thrown he came down soft.
One evening, when the Boy was going to bed, he couldn't find the china dog that always slept with him. Nana was in hurry, and it was too much trouble to hunt for china dogs at bedtime, so she simply looked about her, and eing that the toy cupboard stood open, she made a swoop.
"Here," she said, "take your old Bunny! He'll do to sleep with you!" And she dragged the Rabbit out by one ear, and put him into the Boy's arms.
That night, and for many nights after, the Velveteen Rabbit slept in the Boy's bed. At first he found it uncomfortable, for the Boy hugged him very tight, and sometimes he rolled over on him, and sometimes he pushed him so far under the pillow that the Rabbit could
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scarcely breathe. And he misd, too, tho long moonlight hours in the nurry, when all the hou was silent, and his talks with the Skin Hor. But very soon he grew to like it, for the Boy ud to talk to him, and made nice tunnels for him under the bedclothes that he said were like the burrow the real rabbits lived in. And they had splendid games together, in whispers, when Nana had gone away to her supper and left the night-light burning on the mantelpiece. And when the Boy dropped off to sleep, the Rabbit would snuggle down clo under his little warm chin and dream, with the Boy's hands clasped clo round him all night long.
