A young man strolled along a country road one August evening after a long delicious day—a day of that blessed idleness the man o

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问题    A young man strolled along a country road one August evening after a long delicious day—a day of that blessed idleness the man of leisure never knows: one must be a bank clerk forty-nine weeks out of the fifty-two before one can really appreciate the exquisite enjoyment of doing nothing for twelve hours at a stretch. Willoughby had spent the morning lounging about a sunny rickyard; then, when the heat grew unbearable, he had retreated to an orchard, where, lying on his back in the long cool grass, he had traced the pattern of the apple-leaves diapered above him upon the summer sky; now that the heat of the day was over he had come to roam whither sweet fancy led him, to lean over gates, view the prospect, and meditate upon the pleasures of a well-spent day. Five such days had already passed over his head, fifteen more remained to him. Then farewell to freedom and clean country air! Back again to London and another year’s toil.
   He came to a gate on the right of the road. Behind it a footpath meandered up over a grassy slope. The sheep nibbling on its summit cast long shadows down the hill almost to his feet. Road and fieldpath were equally new to him, but the latter offered greener attractions; he vaulted lightly over the gate and had so little idea he was taking thus the first step towards ruin that he began to whistle " White Wings" from pure joy of life.
   The sheep stopped feeding and raised their heads to stare at him from pale-lashed eyes; first one and then another broke into a startled run, until there was a sudden woolly stampede of the entire flock. When Willoughby gained the ridge from which they had just scattered, he came in sight of a woman sitting on a stile at the further end of the field.

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答案 八月里的一个傍晚,度过了漫长而美好的白天后,一个年轻人沿着乡间小路独自漫步。这样难得的悠闲日子,那享受的滋味是安逸悠闲的人永远体会不到的。只有那些一年的52个星期中的49个都要忙工作的银行职员才能真正体会一连12个小时无所事事所带来的那种极致乐趣。威洛比在一个洒满阳光的干草院子里闲逛着,消磨了一个上午。待到酷热难当时,他才躲进一处果园,躺在凉爽繁茂的草地上,细细勾勒头顶上映衬在夏日天空中那一片片苹果树叶的轮廓;待最热的时段终于过去,他才起身,循着心中的甜蜜想象,四处漫游,不时趴在门栅上,欣赏眼前的美景,细细品味这充实愉悦的美妙时光。这样的日子已经过去5天了,再过15天,他就要与这自由不羁的好日子和这清新的乡村空气告别了。重回伦敦,开始又一年的劳作。 他来到小路右方的一扇门栅前。门后,一条小径沿着长满绿草的山坡蜿蜒而上。山顶上正在吃草的羊群在山丘下投下长长的身影,几乎延伸到了他的脚下。小路和田野小径对他来说同样新奇,不过后者更青翠,更有看头。他轻轻跃过门栅,丝毫不知这是他迈向毁灭深渊的第一步。他兴趣盎然,不禁吹起了《白色翅膀》的曲儿。 正在吃草的羊儿突然停了下来,抬起头,透过暗灰色的睫毛,目不转睛地盯着他。突然,羊儿一只接一只惊慌地奔跑起来,直到整个羊群都蜂拥逃窜一空。来到羊群刚刚散去的山脊上,威洛比看见远处山野的另一头的台阶上坐着一个女人。

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