马达加斯加2下载The Hou on Mango Street
The Hou on Mango Street
Another name：Vintage Contemporaries
Introduction：Told in a ries of vignettes stunning for their eloquence, The Hou on Mango Street is Sandra Cisneros's greatly admired novel of a young girl growing up in the Latino ction of Chicago. Acclaimed by critics, beloved by children, their parents and grandparents, taught everywhere from inner-city grade schools to universities across the country, and translated all over the world, it has entered the canon of coming-of-age classics.
Sometimes heartbreaking, sometimes deeply joyous, The Hou on Mango Street tells the
story of Esperanza Cordero, who neighborhood is one of harsh realities and harsh beauty.Esperanza doesn't want to belong--not to her rundown neighborhood, and not
to the low expectations the world has for her. Esperanza's story is that of a young girl coming into her power, and inventing for herlf what she will become.上海外国语大学附中
Chapter 1 Hairs
Everybody in our family has different hair. My Papa's hair is like a broom, all up in the air. And me, my hair is lazy. It never obeys barrettes or bands. Carlos' hair is thick and straight. He doesn't need to comb it. Nenny's hair is slippery——slides out of your hand. And Kiki, who is the youngest, has hair like fur.
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鲆科But my mother's hair, my mother's hair, like little rottes, like little candy circles all curly and pretty becau she pinned it in pincurls all day, sweet to put your no into when she is holding you, holding you and you feel safe, is the warm smell of bread before you bake it, is the smell when she makes room for you on her side of the bed still warm with her skin, and you sleep near her, the rain outside falling and Papa snoring. The snoring, the rain, and Mama's hair that smells like bread.
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Chapter 2 Darius & The Clouds
You can never have too much sky. You can fall asleep and wake up drunk on sky, and sky can keep you safe when you are sad. Here there is too much sadness and not enough sky. Butterflies too are few and so are flowers and most things that are beautiful. Still, we take what we can get and make the best of it.
Darius, who doesn't like school, who is sometimes stupid and mostly a fool, said something wi today, though most days he says nothing. Darius, who chas girls with firecrackers or a stick that touched a rat and thinks he's tough, today pointed up becau the world was full of clouds, the kind like pillows.
You all e that cloud, that fat one there? Darius said, See that? Where? That one next to the one that look like popcorn. That one there. See that. That's God, Darius said.God? somebody little asked. God, he said, and made it simple.
Chapter 3 Four Skinny Trees
They are the only ones who understand me. I am the only one who understands them. F
our skinny trees with skinny necks and pointy elbows like mine. Four who do not belong here but are here. Four raggedy excus planted by the city. From our room we can hear them, but Nenny just sleeps and doesn't appreciate the things.i potato you翻译
wtsfTheir strength is cret. They nd ferocious roots beneath the ground. They grow up and they grow down and grab the earth between their hairy toes and bite the sky with violent teeth and never quit their anger. This is how they keep. Let one forget his reason for being, they'd all droop like tulips in a glass, each with their arms around the other. Keep, keep, keep, trees say when I sleep. They teach.
When I am too sad and too skinny to keep keeping, when I am a tiny thing against so many bricks, then it is I look at trees. When there is nothing left to look at on this street. Four who grew despite concrete. Four who reach and do not forget to reach. Four who only reason is to be and be.
be foreverChapter 4 Cathy Queen of Cats
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Cathy who is queen of cats has cats and cats and cats. Baby cats, big cats, skinny cats, sick cats. Cats asleep like little donuts. Cats on top of the refrigerator. Cats taking a walk on the dinner table. Her hou is like cat heaven.
wonderland是什么意思 You want a friend, she says. Okay, I'll be your friend. But only till next Tuesday. That's when we move away. Got to. Then as if she forgot I just moved in, she says the neighborhood is getting bad.
Cathy's father will have to fly to France one day and find her great great distant grand cousin on her father's side and inherit the family hou. How do I know this is so? She told me so. In the meantime they'll just have to move a little farther north from Mango Street, a little farther away every time people like us keep moving in.
