飘英文原版

Tomorrow is another day！明天又是新的一天了

TO J.R.M.Part OneCHAPTER ISCARLETT O’HARA was not beautiful, but men seldom realized it when caught by her charm as the Tarleton twins were. In her face were too sharply blended the delicate features of her mother, a Coast aristocrat of French descent, and the heavy ones of her florid Irish father. But it was an arresting face, pointed of chin, square of jaw. Her eyes were pale green without a touch of hazel, starred with bristly black lashes and slightly tilted at the ends. Above them, her thick black brows slanted upward, cutting a startling oblique line in her magnolia-white skin—that skin so prized by Southern women and so carefully guarded with bonnets, veils and mittens against hot Georgia suns.Seated with Stuart and Brent Tarleton in the cool shade of the porch of Tara, her father’s plantation, that bright April afternoon of 1861, she made a pretty picture. Her new green flowered-muslin dress spread its twelve yards of billowing material over her hoops and exactly matched the flat-heeled green morocco slippers her father had recently brought her from Atlanta. The dress set off to perfection the seventeen-inch waist, the smallest in three counties, and the tightly fitting basque showed breasts well matured for her sixteen years. But for all the modesty of her spreading skirts, the demureness of hair netted smoothly into a chignon and the quietness of small white hands folded in her lap, her true self was poorly concealed. The green eyes in the carefully sweet face were turbulent, willful, lusty with life, distinctly at variance with her decorous demeanor. Her manners had been imposed upon her by her mother’s gentle admonitions and the sterner discipline of her mammy; her eyes were her own.On either side of her, the twins lounged easily in their chairs, squinting at the sunlight through tall mint-garnished glasses as they laughed and talked, their long legs, booted to the knee and thick with saddle muscles, crossed negligently. Nineteen years old, six feet two inches tall, long of bone and hard of muscle, with sunburned faces and deep auburn hair, their eyes merry and arrogant, their bodies clothed in identical blue coats and mustard-colored breeches, they were as much alike as two bolls of cotton.Outside, the late afternoon sun slanted down in the yard, throwing into gleaming brightness the dogwood trees that were solid masses of white blossoms against the background of new green. The twins’ horses were hitched in the driveway, big animals, red as their masters’ hair; and around the horses’ legs quarreled the pack of lean, nervous possum hounds that accompanied Stuart and Brent wherever they went. A little aloof, as became an aristocrat, lay a black-spotted carriage dog, muzzle on paws, patiently waiting for the boys to go home to supper.Between the hounds and the horses and the twins there was a kinship deeper than that of their constant companionship. They were all healthy, thoughtless young animals, sleek, graceful, high-spirited, the boys as mettlesome as the horses they rode, mettlesome and dangerous but, withal, sweet-tempered to those who knew how to handle them.Although born to the ease of plantation life, waited on hand and foot since infancy, the faces of the three on the porch were neither slack nor soft. They had the vigor and alertness of country people who have spent all their lives in the open and troubled their heads very little with dull things in books. Life in the north Georgia county of Clayton was still new and, according to the standards of Augusta, Savannah and Charleston, a little crude. The more sedate and older sections of the South looked down their noses at the up-country Georgians, but here in north Georgia, a lack of the niceties of classical education carried no shame, provided a man was smart in the things that mattered. And raising good cotton, riding well, shooting straight, dancing lightly, squiring the ladies with elegance and carrying one’s liquor like a gentleman were the things that mattered.In these accomplishments the twins excelled, and they were equally outstanding in their notorious inability to learn anything contained between the covers of books. Their family had more money, more horses, more slaves than any one else in the County, but the boys had less grammar than most of their poor Cracker neighbors.

原著中：一切都会过去的！等明天回到塔拉再说吧！我会有办法的！明天我定能重新得到他！电影中：明天又是新的一天了！（Tomorrow is another day！）

《飘》，英文原名为Gone with the wind。是美国女作家玛格丽特·米切尔（Margaret Mitchell 1900-1949）撰写的长篇小说。小说以亚特兰大以及附近的一个种植园为故事场景，是一部全景式的社会小说。

书名直译应为“随风飘逝”，它引自英国诗人思斯特·道生的诗句，又取义于小说第24章的一段概括性描写，出自书中女主人公斯嘉丽之口，大意是说那场战争像咫风一般卷走了她的“整个世界”，她家的农场也“随风飘逝”了。

斯嘉丽以这一短语抒发了南方农场主的思想感情，作者用来作为书名，也表明了她对南北战争的观点，这与本书的内容是完全一致的。书名蕴藏着两层含意：这呼啸的咫风，指的是南北战争；那被飘去的云朵，指的是农奴制的安逸生活。

创作背景

1、历史背景

美国南北战争摧毁了佐治亚乃至整个南方的经济，黑奴重新获得自由，昔日奴隶主养尊处优的好时光随风而逝，飘得远远的。为了生存，他们必须放下臭架子，努力奋斗，不然只有死路一条，连亚兰大上流社会的中坚分子也不得不降贵屈尊，卖糕饼的卖糕饼，赶马车的赶马车。

2、时代背景

女性主义文学是开始于19世纪，到了20世纪开始蓬勃发展。女性主义的飞速发展与当时的社会环境、时代背景有着密切的联系。随着法国大革命所倡导的自由、平等、博爱及天赋人权等思想在整个世界范围内迅速深入人心，从19世纪30年代开始，一场为了争取女性在政治、经济、教育等方而平等的女权运动开始了。1936年出版的玛格丽特·米切尔的《飘》就是在这种情况下问世的。

这本书很好,买一本留着吧!

gone with the wind

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《飘（上下）（英文版）/英文全本典藏》是2017年吉林大学出版社出版的图书，作者是Margaret、Mitchell。

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