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But they were all in, and Edward was speeding away. I drove home slowly,
carefully, muttering to myself the whole way.
When I got home, I decided to make chicken enchiladas for dinner. It was
a long process, and it would keep me busy. While I was simmering the
onions and chilies, the phone rang. I was almost afraid to answer it, but
it might be Charlie or my mom.
It was Jessica, and she was jubilant; Mike had caught her after school to
accept her invitation. I celebrated with her briefly while I stirred. She
had to go, she wanted to call Angela and Lauren to tell them. I suggested
with casual innocence that maybe Angela, the shy girl who had Biology
with me, could ask Eric. And Lauren, a standoffish girl who had always
ignored me at the lunch table, could ask Tyler; Id heard he was still
available. Jess thought that was a great idea. Now that she was sure of
Mike, she actually sounded sincere when she said she wished I would go to
the dance. I gave her my Seattle excuse.
After I hung up, I tried to concentrate on dinner dicing the chicken
especially; I didnt want to take another trip to the emergency room. But
my head was spinning, trying to analyze every word Edward had spoken
today. What did he mean, it was better if we werent friends?
My stomach twisted as I realized what he must have meant. He must see how
absorbed I was by him; he must not want to lead me on so we couldnt
even be friends because he wasnt interested in me at all.
Of course he wasnt interested in me, I thought angrily, my eyes stinging
a delayed reaction to the onions. I wasnt interesting. And he was.
Interesting and brilliant and mysterious and perfect and beautiful
and possibly able to lift full-sized vans with one hand.
Well, that was fine. I could leave him alone. I would leave him alone. I
would get through my self-imposed sentence here in purgatory, and then
hopefully some school in the Southwest, or possibly Hawaii, would offer
me a scholarship. I focused my thoughts on sunny beaches and palm trees
as I finished the enchiladas and put them in the oven.
Charlie seemed suspicious when he came home and smelled the green
peppers. I couldnt blame him the closest edible Mexican food was
probably in southern California. But he was a cop, even if just a
small-town cop, so he was brave enough to take the first bite. He seemed
to like it. It was fun to watch as he slowly began trusting me in the
kitchen.
Dad? I asked when he was almost done.
Yeah, Bella?
Um, I just wanted to let you know that Im going to Seattle for the day
a week from Saturday if thats okay? I didnt want to ask permission
it set a bad precedent but I felt rude, so I tacked it on at the end.
Why? He sounded surprised, as if he were unable to imagine something
that Forks couldnt offer.
Well, I wanted to get few books the library here is pretty limited
and maybe look at some clothes. I had more money than I was used to
having, since, thanks to Charlie, I hadnt had to pay for a car. Not that
the truck didnt cost me quite a bit in the gas department.
That truck probably doesnt get very good gas mileage, he said, echoing
my thoughts.
I know, Ill stop in Montesano and Olympia and Tacoma if I have to.
Are you going all by yourself? he asked, and I couldnt tell if he was
suspicious I had a secret boyfriend or just worried about car trouble.
Yes.
Seattle is a big city you could get lost, he fretted.
Dad, Phoenix is five times the size of Seattle and I can read a map,
dont worry about it.
Do you want me to come with you?
I tried to be crafty as I hid my horror.
Thats all right, Dad, Ill probably just be in dressing rooms all day
very boring.
Oh, okay. The thought of sitting in womens clothing stores for any
period of time immediately put him off.
Thanks. I smiled at him.
Will you be back in time for the dance?
Grrr. Only in a town this small would a father know when the high school
dances were.
No I dont dance, Dad. He, of all people, should understand that I
didnt get my balance problems from my mother.
He did understand. Oh, thats right, he realized.
The next morning, when I pulled into the parking lot, I deliberately
parked as far as possible from the silver Volvo. I didnt want to put
myself in the path of too much temptation and end up owing him a new car.
Getting out of the cab, I fumbled with my key and it fell into a puddle
at my feet. As I bent to get it, a white hand flashed out and grabbed it
before I could. I jerked upright. Edward Cullen was right next to me,
leaning casually against my truck.
How do you do that? I asked in amazed irritation.
Do what? He held my key out as he spoke. As I reached for it, he
dropped it into my palm.
Appear out of thin air.
Bella, its not my fault if you are exceptionally unobservant. His
voice was quiet as usual velvet, muted.
I scowled at his perfect face. His eyes were light again today, a deep,
golden honey color. Then I had to look down, to reassemble my now-tangled
thoughts.
Why the traffic jam last night? I demanded, still looking away. I
thought you were supposed to be pretending I dont exist, not irritating
me to death.
That was for Tylers sake, not mine. I had to give him his chance. He
snickered.
You I gasped. I couldnt think of a bad enough word. It felt like the
heat of my anger should physically burn him, but he only seemed more
amused.
And Im not pretending you dont exist, he continued.
So you are trying to irritate me to death? Since Tylers van didnt do
the job?
Anger flashed in his tawny eyes. His lips pressed into a hard line, all
signs of humor gone.
Bella, you are utterly absurd, he said, his low voice cold.
My palms tingled I wanted so badly to hit something. I was surprised at
myself. I was usually a nonviolent person. I turned my back and started
to walk away.
Wait, he called. I kept walking, sloshing angrily through the rain. But
he was next to me, easily keeping pace.
m sorry, that was rude, he said as we walked. I ignored him. m not
saying it isnt true, he continued, but it was rude to say it, anyway.
Why wont you leave me alone? I grumbled.
I wanted to ask you something, but you sidetracked me, he chuckled. He
seemed to have recovered his good humor.
Do you have a multiple personality disorder? I asked severely.
Youre doing it again.
I sighed. Fine then. What do you want to ask?
I was wondering if, a week from Saturday you know, the day of the
spring dance
Are you trying to be funny? I interrupted him, wheeling toward him. My
face got drenched as I looked up at his expression.
His eyes were wickedly amused. Will you please allow me to finish?
I bit my lip and clasped my hands together, interlocking my fingers, so I
couldnt do anything rash.
I heard you say you were going to Seattle that day, and I was wondering
if you wanted a ride.
That was unexpected.
What? I wasnt sure what he was getting at.
Do you want a ride to Seattle?
With who? I asked, mystified.
Myself, obviously. He enunciated every syllable, as if he were talking
to someone mentally handicapped.
I was still stunned. Why?
Well, I was planning to go to Seattle in the next few weeks, and, to be
honest, Im not sure if your truck can make it.
My truck works just fine, thank you very much for your concern. I
started to walk again, but I was too surprised to maintain the same level
of anger.
But can your truck make it there on one tank of gas? He matched my pace
again.
I dont see how that is any of your business. Stupid, shiny Volvo owner.
The wasting of finite resources is everyones business.
Honestly, Edward. I felt a thrill go through me as I said his name, and
I hated it. I cant keep up with you. I thought you didnt want to be my
friend.
I said it would be better if we werent friends, not that I didnt want
to be.
Oh, thanks, now thats all cleared up. Heavy sarcasm. I realized I had
stopped walking again. We were under the shelter of the cafeteria roof
now, so I could more easily look at his face. Which certainly didnt help
my clarity of thought.
It would be more prudent for you not to be my friend, he explained.
But Im tired of trying to stay away from you, Bella.
His eyes were gloriously intense as he uttered that last sentence, his
voice smoldering. I couldnt remember how to breathe.
Will you go with me to Seattle? he asked, still intense.
I couldnt speak yet, so I just nodded.
He smiled briefly, and then his face became serious.
You really should stay away from me, he warned. ll see you in class.
He turned abruptly and walked back the way wed come.
===========================================================================
5. BLOOD TYPE
I made my way to English in a daze. I didnt even realize when I first
walked in that class had already started.
Thank you for joining us, Miss Swan, Mr. Mason said in a disparaging
tone.
I flushed and hurried to my seat.
It wasnt till class ended that I realized Mike wasnt sitting in his
usual seat next to me. I felt a twinge of guilt. But he and Eric both met
me at the door as usual, so I figured I wasnt totally unforgiven. Mike
seemed to become more himself as we walked, gaining enthusiasm as he
talked about the weather report for this weekend. The rain was supposed
to take a minor break, and so maybe his beach trip would be possible. I
tried to sound eager, to make up for disappointing him yesterday. It was
hard; rain or no rain, it would still only be in the high forties, if we
were lucky.
The rest of the morning passed in a blur. It was difficult to believe
that I hadnt just imagined what Edward had said, and the way his eyes
had looked. Maybe it was just a very convincing dream that Id confused
with reality. That seemed more probable than that I really appealed to
him on any level.
So I was impatient and frightened as Jessica and I entered the cafeteria.
I wanted to see his face, to see if hed gone back to the cold,
indifferent person Id known for the last several weeks. Or if, by some
miracle, Id really heard what I thought Id heard this morning. Jessica
babbled on and on about her dance plans Lauren and Angela had asked the
other boys and they were all going together completely unaware of my
inattention.
Disappointment flooded through me as my eyes unerringly focused on his
table. The other four were there, but he was absent. Had he gone home? I
followed the still-babbling Jessica through the line, crushed. Id lost
my appetite I bought nothing but a bottle of lemonade. I just wanted to
go sit down and sulk.
Edward Cullen is staring at you again, Jessica said, finally breaking
through my abstraction with his name. I wonder why hes sitting alone
today.
My head snapped up. I followed her gaze to see Edward, smiling crookedly,
staring at me from an empty table across the cafeteria from where he
usually sat. Once hed caught my eye, he raised one hand and motioned
with his index finger for me to join him. As I stared in disbelief, he
winked.
Does he mean you? Jessica asked with insulting astonishment in her
voice.
Maybe he needs help with his Biology homework, I muttered for her
benefit. Um, Id better go see what he wants.
I could feel her staring after me as I walked away.
When I reached his table, I stood behind the chair across from him,
unsure.
Why dont you sit with me today? he asked, smiling.
I sat down automatically, watching him with caution. He was still
smiling. It was hard to believe that someone so beautiful could be real.
I was afraid that he might disappear in a sudden puff of smoke, and I
would wake up.
He seemed to be waiting for me to say something.
This is different, I finally managed.
Well He paused, and then the rest of the words followed in a rush. I
decided as long as I was going to hell, I might as well do it thoroughly.
I waited for him to say something that made sense. The seconds ticked by.
You know I dont have any idea what you mean, I eventually pointed out.
I know. He smiled again, and then he changed the subject. I think your
friends are angry with me for stealing you.
Theyll survive. I could feel their stares boring into my back.
I may not give you back, though, he said with a wicked glint in his
eyes.
I gulped.
He laughed. You look worried.
No, I said, but, ridiculously, my voice broke. Surprised, actually
what brought all this on?
I told you I got tired of trying to stay away from you. So Im giving
up. He was still smiling, but his ocher eyes were serious.
Giving up? I repeated in confusion.
Yes giving up trying to be good. Im just going to do what I want now,
and let the chips fall where they may. His smile faded as he explained,
and a hard edge crept into his voice.
You lost me again.
The breathtaking crooked smile reappeared.
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But they were all in, and Edward was speeding away. I drove home slowly,
carefully, muttering to myself the whole way.
When I got home, I decided to make chicken enchiladas for dinner. It was
a long process, and it would keep me busy. While I was simmering the
onions and chilies, the phone rang. I was almost afraid to answer it, but
it might be Charlie or my mom.
It was Jessica, and she was jubilant; Mike had caught her after school to
accept her invitation. I celebrated with her briefly while I stirred. She
had to go, she wanted to call Angela and Lauren to tell them. I suggested
with casual innocence that maybe Angela, the shy girl who had Biology
with me, could ask Eric. And Lauren, a standoffish girl who had always
ignored me at the lunch table, could ask Tyler; Id heard he was still
available. Jess thought that was a great idea. Now that she was sure of
Mike, she actually sounded sincere when she said she wished I would go to
the dance. I gave her my Seattle excuse.
After I hung up, I tried to concentrate on dinner dicing the chicken
especially; I didnt want to take another trip to the emergency room. But
my head was spinning, trying to analyze every word Edward had spoken
today. What did he mean, it was better if we werent friends?
My stomach twisted as I realized what he must have meant. He must see how
absorbed I was by him; he must not want to lead me on so we couldnt
even be friends because he wasnt interested in me at all.
Of course he wasnt interested in me, I thought angrily, my eyes stinging
a delayed reaction to the onions. I wasnt interesting. And he was.
Interesting and brilliant and mysterious and perfect and beautiful
and possibly able to lift full-sized vans with one hand.
Well, that was fine. I could leave him alone. I would leave him alone. I
would get through my self-imposed sentence here in purgatory, and then
hopefully some school in the Southwest, or possibly Hawaii, would offer
me a scholarship. I focused my thoughts on sunny beaches and palm trees
as I finished the enchiladas and put them in the oven.
Charlie seemed suspicious when he came home and smelled the green
peppers. I couldnt blame him the closest edible Mexican food was
probably in southern California. But he was a cop, even if just a
small-town cop, so he was brave enough to take the first bite. He seemed
to like it. It was fun to watch as he slowly began trusting me in the
kitchen.
Dad? I asked when he was almost done.
Yeah, Bella?
Um, I just wanted to let you know that Im going to Seattle for the day
a week from Saturday if thats okay? I didnt want to ask permission
it set a bad precedent but I felt rude, so I tacked it on at the end.
Why? He sounded surprised, as if he were unable to imagine something
that Forks couldnt offer.
Well, I wanted to get few books the library here is pretty limited
and maybe look at some clothes. I had more money than I was used to
having, since, thanks to Charlie, I hadnt had to pay for a car. Not that
the truck didnt cost me quite a bit in the gas department.
That truck probably doesnt get very good gas mileage, he said, echoing
my thoughts.
I know, Ill stop in Montesano and Olympia and Tacoma if I have to.
Are you going all by yourself? he asked, and I couldnt tell if he was
suspicious I had a secret boyfriend or just worried about car trouble.
Yes.
Seattle is a big city you could get lost, he fretted.
Dad, Phoenix is five times the size of Seattle and I can read a map,
dont worry about it.
Do you want me to come with you?
I tried to be crafty as I hid my horror.
Thats all right, Dad, Ill probably just be in dressing rooms all day
very boring.
Oh, okay. The thought of sitting in womens clothing stores for any
period of time immediately put him off.
Thanks. I smiled at him.
Will you be back in time for the dance?
Grrr. Only in a town this small would a father know when the high school
dances were.
No I dont dance, Dad. He, of all people, should understand that I
didnt get my balance problems from my mother.
He did understand. Oh, thats right, he realized.
The next morning, when I pulled into the parking lot, I deliberately
parked as far as possible from the silver Volvo. I didnt want to put
myself in the path of too much temptation and end up owing him a new car.
Getting out of the cab, I fumbled with my key and it fell into a puddle
at my feet. As I bent to get it, a white hand flashed out and grabbed it
before I could. I jerked upright. Edward Cullen was right next to me,
leaning casually against my truck.
How do you do that? I asked in amazed irritation.
Do what? He held my key out as he spoke. As I reached for it, he
dropped it into my palm.
Appear out of thin air.
Bella, its not my fault if you are exceptionally unobservant. His
voice was quiet as usual velvet, muted.
I scowled at his perfect face. His eyes were light again today, a deep,
golden honey color. Then I had to look down, to reassemble my now-tangled
thoughts.
Why the traffic jam last night? I demanded, still looking away. I
thought you were supposed to be pretending I dont exist, not irritating
me to death.
That was for Tylers sake, not mine. I had to give him his chance. He
snickered.
You I gasped. I couldnt think of a bad enough word. It felt like the
heat of my anger should physically burn him, but he only seemed more
amused.
And Im not pretending you dont exist, he continued.
So you are trying to irritate me to death? Since Tylers van didnt do
the job?
Anger flashed in his tawny eyes. His lips pressed into a hard line, all
signs of humor gone.
Bella, you are utterly absurd, he said, his low voice cold.
My palms tingled I wanted so badly to hit something. I was surprised at
myself. I was usually a nonviolent person. I turned my back and started
to walk away.
Wait, he called. I kept walking, sloshing angrily through the rain. But
he was next to me, easily keeping pace.
m sorry, that was rude, he said as we walked. I ignored him. m not
saying it isnt true, he continued, but it was rude to say it, anyway.
Why wont you leave me alone? I grumbled.
I wanted to ask you something, but you sidetracked me, he chuckled. He
seemed to have recovered his good humor.
Do you have a multiple personality disorder? I asked severely.
Youre doing it again.
I sighed. Fine then. What do you want to ask?
I was wondering if, a week from Saturday you know, the day of the
spring dance
Are you trying to be funny? I interrupted him, wheeling toward him. My
face got drenched as I looked up at his expression.
His eyes were wickedly amused. Will you please allow me to finish?
I bit my lip and clasped my hands together, interlocking my fingers, so I
couldnt do anything rash.
I heard you say you were going to Seattle that day, and I was wondering
if you wanted a ride.
That was unexpected.
What? I wasnt sure what he was getting at.
Do you want a ride to Seattle?
With who? I asked, mystified.
Myself, obviously. He enunciated every syllable, as if he were talking
to someone mentally handicapped.
I was still stunned. Why?
Well, I was planning to go to Seattle in the next few weeks, and, to be
honest, Im not sure if your truck can make it.
My truck works just fine, thank you very much for your concern. I
started to walk again, but I was too surprised to maintain the same level
of anger.
But can your truck make it there on one tank of gas? He matched my pace
again.
I dont see how that is any of your business. Stupid, shiny Volvo owner.
The wasting of finite resources is everyones business.
Honestly, Edward. I felt a thrill go through me as I said his name, and
I hated it. I cant keep up with you. I thought you didnt want to be my
friend.
I said it would be better if we werent friends, not that I didnt want
to be.
Oh, thanks, now thats all cleared up. Heavy sarcasm. I realized I had
stopped walking again. We were under the shelter of the cafeteria roof
now, so I could more easily look at his face. Which certainly didnt help
my clarity of thought.
It would be more prudent for you not to be my friend, he explained.
But Im tired of trying to stay away from you, Bella.
His eyes were gloriously intense as he uttered that last sentence, his
voice smoldering. I couldnt remember how to breathe.
Will you go with me to Seattle? he asked, still intense.
I couldnt speak yet, so I just nodded.
He smiled briefly, and then his face became serious.
You really should stay away from me, he warned. ll see you in class.
He turned abruptly and walked back the way wed come.
===========================================================================
5. BLOOD TYPE
I made my way to English in a daze. I didnt even realize when I first
walked in that class had already started.
Thank you for joining us, Miss Swan, Mr. Mason said in a disparaging
tone.
I flushed and hurried to my seat.
It wasnt till class ended that I realized Mike wasnt sitting in his
usual seat next to me. I felt a twinge of guilt. But he and Eric both met
me at the door as usual, so I figured I wasnt totally unforgiven. Mike
seemed to become more himself as we walked, gaining enthusiasm as he
talked about the weather report for this weekend. The rain was supposed
to take a minor break, and so maybe his beach trip would be possible. I
tried to sound eager, to make up for disappointing him yesterday. It was
hard; rain or no rain, it would still only be in the high forties, if we
were lucky.
The rest of the morning passed in a blur. It was difficult to believe
that I hadnt just imagined what Edward had said, and the way his eyes
had looked. Maybe it was just a very convincing dream that Id confused
with reality. That seemed more probable than that I really appealed to
him on any level.
So I was impatient and frightened as Jessica and I entered the cafeteria.
I wanted to see his face, to see if hed gone back to the cold,
indifferent person Id known for the last several weeks. Or if, by some
miracle, Id really heard what I thought Id heard this morning. Jessica
babbled on and on about her dance plans Lauren and Angela had asked the
other boys and they were all going together completely unaware of my
inattention.
Disappointment flooded through me as my eyes unerringly focused on his
table. The other four were there, but he was absent. Had he gone home? I
followed the still-babbling Jessica through the line, crushed. Id lost
my appetite I bought nothing but a bottle of lemonade. I just wanted to
go sit down and sulk.
Edward Cullen is staring at you again, Jessica said, finally breaking
through my abstraction with his name. I wonder why hes sitting alone
today.
My head snapped up. I followed her gaze to see Edward, smiling crookedly,
staring at me from an empty table across the cafeteria from where he
usually sat. Once hed caught my eye, he raised one hand and motioned
with his index finger for me to join him. As I stared in disbelief, he
winked.
Does he mean you? Jessica asked with insulting astonishment in her
voice.
Maybe he needs help with his Biology homework, I muttered for her
benefit. Um, Id better go see what he wants.
I could feel her staring after me as I walked away.
When I reached his table, I stood behind the chair across from him,
unsure.
Why dont you sit with me today? he asked, smiling.
I sat down automatically, watching him with caution. He was still
smiling. It was hard to believe that someone so beautiful could be real.
I was afraid that he might disappear in a sudden puff of smoke, and I
would wake up.
He seemed to be waiting for me to say something.
This is different, I finally managed.
Well He paused, and then the rest of the words followed in a rush. I
decided as long as I was going to hell, I might as well do it thoroughly.
I waited for him to say something that made sense. The seconds ticked by.
You know I dont have any idea what you mean, I eventually pointed out.
I know. He smiled again, and then he changed the subject. I think your
friends are angry with me for stealing you.
Theyll survive. I could feel their stares boring into my back.
I may not give you back, though, he said with a wicked glint in his
eyes.
I gulped.
He laughed. You look worried.
No, I said, but, ridiculously, my voice broke. Surprised, actually
what brought all this on?
I told you I got tired of trying to stay away from you. So Im giving
up. He was still smiling, but his ocher eyes were serious.
Giving up? I repeated in confusion.
Yes giving up trying to be good. Im just going to do what I want now,
and let the chips fall where they may. His smile faded as he explained,
and a hard edge crept into his voice.
You lost me again.
The breathtaking crooked smile reappeared.