It was October again when Anne was ready to go back to school—a glorious October, all red and gold, with mellow mornings when the valleys were filled with delicate mists as if the spirit of autumn had poured them in for the sun to drain—amethyst, pearl, silver, rose, and smoke-blue. The dews were so heavy that the fields glistened like cloth of silver and there were such heaps of rustling leaves in the hollows of many-stemmed woods to run crisply through. The Birch Path was a canopy of yellow and the ferns were sear and brown all along it. There was a tang in the very air that inspired the hearts of small maidens tripping, unlike snails, swiftly and willingly to school; and it WAS jolly to be back again at the little brown desk beside Diana, with Ruby Gillis nodding across the aisle and Carrie Sloane sending up notes and Julia Bell passing a “chew” of gum down from the back seat. Anne drew a long breath of happiness as she sharpened her pencil and arranged her picture cards in her desk. Life was certainly very interesting.
In the new teacher she found another true and helpful friend. Miss Stacy was a bright, sympathetic young woman with the happy gift of winning and holding the affections of her pupils and bringing out the best that was in them mentally and morally. Anne expanded like a flower under this wholesome influence and carried home to the admiring Matthew and the critical Marilla glowing accounts of schoolwork and aims.
“I love Miss Stacy with my whole heart, Marilla. She is so ladylike and she has such a sweet voice. When she pronounces my name I feel INSTINCTIVELY that she’s spelling it with an E. We had recitations this afternoon. I just wish you could have been there to hear me recite ‘Mary, Queen of Scots.’ I just put my whole soul into it. Ruby Gillis told me coming home that the way I said the line, ‘Now for my father’s arm,’ she said, ‘my woman’s heart farewell,’ just made her blood run cold.”
“Well now, you might recite it for me some of these days, out in the barn,” suggested Matthew.
“Of course I will,” said Anne meditatively, “but I won’t be able to do it so well, I know. It won’t be so exciting as it is when you have a whole schoolful before you hanging breathlessly on your words. I know I won’t be able to make your blood run cold.”
“Mrs. Lynde says it made HER blood run cold to see the boys climbing to the very tops of those big trees on Bell’s hill after crows’ nests last Friday,” said Marilla. “I wonder at Miss Stacy for encouraging it.”
“But we wanted a crow’s nest for nature study,” explained Anne. “That was on our field afternoon. Field afternoons are splendid, Marilla. And Miss Stacy explains everything so beautifully. We have to write compositions on our field afternoons and I write the best ones.”
“It’s very vain of you to say so then. You’d better let your teacher say it.”
“But she DID say it, Marilla. And indeed I’m not vain about it. How can I be, when I’m such a dunce at geometry? Although I’m really beginning to see through it a little, too. Miss Stacy makes it so clear. Still, I’ll never be good at it and I assure you it is a humbling reflection. But I love writing compositions. Mostly Miss Stacy lets us choose our own subjects; but next week we are to write a composition on some remarkable person. It’s hard to choose among so many remarkable people who have lived. Mustn’t it be splendid to be remarkable and have compositions written about you after you’re dead? Oh, I would dearly love to be remarkable. I think when I grow up I’ll be a trained nurse and go with the Red Crosses to the field of battle as a messenger of mercy. That is, if I don’t go out as a foreign missionary. That would be very romantic, but one would have to be very good to be a missionary, and that would be a stumbling block. We have physical culture exercises every day, too. They make you graceful and promote digestion.”
“Promote fiddlesticks!” said Marilla, who honestly thought it was all nonsense.
But all the field afternoons and recitation Fridays and physical culture contortions paled before a project which Miss Stacy brought forward in November. This was that the scholars of Avonlea school should get up a concert and hold it in the hall on Christmas Night, for the laudable purpose of helping to pay for a schoolhouse flag. The pupils one and all taking graciously to this plan, the preparations for a program were begun at once. And of all the excited performers-elect none was so excited as Anne Shirley, who threw herself into the undertaking heart and soul, hampered as she was by Marilla’s disapproval. Marilla thought it all rank foolishness.
“It’s just filling your heads up with nonsense and taking time that ought to be put on your lessons,” she grumbled. “I don’t approve of children’s getting up concerts and racing about to practices. It makes them vain and forward and fond of gadding.”
“But think of the worthy object,” pleaded Anne. “A flag will cultivate a spirit of patriotism, Marilla.”
“Fudge! There’s precious little patriotism in the thoughts of any of you. All you want is a good time.”
“Well, when you can combine patriotism and fun, isn’t it all right? Of course it’s real nice to be getting up a concert. We’re going to have six choruses and Diana is to sing a solo. I’m in two dialogues—’The Society for the Suppression of Gossip’ and ‘The Fairy Queen.’ The boys are going to have a dialogue too. And I’m to have two recitations, Marilla. I just tremble when I think of it, but it’s a nice thrilly kind of tremble. And we’re to have a tableau at the last—’Faith, Hope and Charity.’ Diana and Ruby and I are to be in it, all draped in white with flowing hair. I’m to be Hope, with my hands clasped—so—and my eyes uplifted. I’m going to practice my recitations in the garret. Don’t be alarmed if you hear me groaning. I have to groan heartrendingly in one of them, and it’s really hard to get up a good artistic groan, Marilla. Josie Pye is sulky because she didn’t get the part she wanted in the dialogue. She wanted to be the fairy queen. That would have been ridiculous, for who ever heard of a fairy queen as fat as Josie? Fairy queens must be slender. Jane Andrews is to be the queen and I am to be one of her maids of honor. Josie says she thinks a red-haired fairy is just as ridiculous as a fat one, but I do not let myself mind what Josie says. I’m to have a wreath of white roses on my hair and Ruby Gillis is going to lend me her slippers because I haven’t any of my own. It’s necessary for fairies to have slippers, you know. You couldn’t imagine a fairy wearing boots, could you? Especially with copper toes? We are going to decorate the hall with creeping spruce and fir mottoes with pink tissue-paper roses in them. And we are all to march in two by two after the audience is seated, while Emma White plays a march on the organ. Oh, Marilla, I know you are not so enthusiastic about it as I am, but don’t you hope your little Anne will distinguish herself?”
“All I hope is that you’ll behave yourself. I’ll be heartily glad when all this fuss is over and you’ll be able to settle down. You are simply good for nothing just now with your head stuffed full of dialogues and groans and tableaus. As for your tongue, it’s a marvel it’s not clean worn out.”
Anne sighed and betook herself to the back yard, over which a young new moon was shining through the leafless poplar boughs from an apple-green western sky, and where Matthew was splitting wood. Anne perched herself on a block and talked the concert over with him, sure of an appreciative and sympathetic listener in this instance at least.
“Well now, I reckon it’s going to be a pretty good concert. And I expect you’ll do your part fine,” he said, smiling down into her eager, vivacious little face. Anne smiled back at him. Those two were the best of friends and Matthew thanked his stars many a time and oft that he had nothing to do with bringing her up. That was Marilla’s exclusive duty; if it had been his he would have been worried over frequent conflicts between inclination and said duty. As it was, he was free to, “spoil Anne”—Marilla’s phrasing—as much as he liked. But it was not such a bad arrangement after all; a little “appreciation” sometimes does quite as much good as all the conscientious “bringing up” in the world.
背景介绍和作者介绍
这篇摘录选自*《绿山墙的安妮》*，这是一部由加拿大作家露西·莫德·蒙哥马利创作的经典小说。该小说于1908年出版，讲述了安妮·雪莉的故事，她是一位富有想象力和活力的孤儿，被误送到马里拉和马修·卡斯伯特那里，这对兄妹原本打算收养一个男孩来帮助他们在爱德华王子岛艾凡里农场工作。这部小说因其对乡村生活的生动描写、迷人的角色以及关于归属感、身份认同和个人成长的故事主题而深受世界各地人们的喜爱。蒙哥马利受到她自己童年经历和爱德华王子岛美丽风光的启发，创作了一个永恒的故事，颂扬想象力、韧性以及成长的快乐与挑战。
详细解读和意义
这段话捕捉了安妮重返学校的兴奋之情，以及她对新老师斯泰西小姐的钦佩之情，斯泰西小姐鼓励她的智力和道德发展。对秋天和学校环境的生动描写突出了安妮与自然的深厚联系和她快乐的精神。学校音乐会项目象征着社区精神、创造力以及为共同目标共同努力的重要性。安妮的热情与马里拉的实际担忧形成了对比，说明了想象力与现实主义之间的紧张关系——这是小说中的一个核心主题。
安妮渴望变得出色，并梦想成为一名护士或传教士，这揭示了她希望对世界产生有意义的影响的愿望，反映了小说对雄心壮志和目标的鼓励。这个故事还触及了友谊、自我表达和教育价值的主题，展示了像斯泰西小姐这样的积极影响如何培养孩子们的潜力。
给学生的教训和启发
学生们阅读这个故事可以学到几个有价值的教训：
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**想象力和乐观主义的力量：**安妮生动的想象力和积极的 outlook 帮助她克服挑战，并在日常生活中找到快乐。学生们可以受到启发，以创造性的方式看待世界，并拥抱他们独特的品质。
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**教育和指导的重要性：**斯泰西小姐作为一位支持型老师的角色表明了教育工作者如何激发信心和成长。学生们应该重视学习的价值，并从导师那里寻求指导。
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**平衡梦想与现实：**安妮的梦想是宏伟的，但她也认识到自己的局限性，比如她在几何学方面的挣扎。这教会了学生们坚持不懈和谦逊的重要性。
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**社区与合作：**学校音乐会项目展示了共同努力如何实现有意义的目标并建立归属感。
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**尊重不同的观点：**安妮和马里拉的不同观点鼓励读者理解和尊重各种意见，平衡热情与务实。
在生活、学习和社会情境中的应用
- **在学校：**学生们可以通过积极参与课堂、参加课外活动，并勇敢地迎接挑战来运用安妮对学习的热情。
- **在社交生活中：**安妮的善良和乐于接纳他人的精神可以激励学生们建立在同情和支持基础上的友谊。
- **在个人成长中：**安妮的故事鼓励自我表达和追求自己的激情，同时也从建设性的批评中学习并努力改进。
- **在社区参与中：**像音乐会项目一样，学生们可以参加社区活动，学习团队合作和为一项事业做出贡献的快乐。
从故事中培养积极的特质
- **好奇心和对学习的热爱：**效仿安妮的榜样，提出问题，探索新科目，并享受发现的过程。
- **韧性和乐观主义：**以充满希望的态度面对困难，将挫折视为变得更强大的机会。
- **创造力和想象力：**运用创造性思维来解决问题，并通过写作、艺术或表演来表达自己。
- **尊重和友善：**即使意见不同，也要尊重他人，并向朋友和同学提供支持。
- **责任感和承诺：**认真对待你的职责，无论是在学校项目中还是在家庭任务中，平衡乐趣与专注。
*《绿山墙的安妮》*对于年轻读者来说仍然是一个强大的故事，鼓励他们拥抱个性，培养他们的才能，并为他们的社区做出积极贡献。通过安妮的视角，学生们了解到生活充满了奇迹，只要有勇气和善良，他们就能在世界上留下自己非凡的印记。
