大卫·科波菲尔｜David Copperfield

每天五分钟听经典英文故事，读绘本，磨耳朵。一个男孩从洗瓶工厂的苦工成长为作家的感人故事，狄更斯最温暖的自传体小说。Where should I begin, telling the story of my lifeThe day I was born, there was a birthmark on the left side of my headSome said it was a sign of good luck, others said it meant nothing at allBut as the years went by, I came to feel that my life was truly worth tellingI was born in a quiet little town in EnglandMy mother Clara was gentle, and she loved to laughOur nurse Peggotty had rough hands, but she held me so carefullyIn those days, life was like the fire in the hearth, warm and comfortingBut the good days did not last longMr Murdstone walked into our homeHis eyes were cold as iceMy mother married him, and the laughter in our house faded awayHe disciplined me with a stick, and would send me to stand in the corner for the smallest thingMy mother did not dare to speak, she could only cry quietly in the dark of nightLater, he sent me to work in a bottle-washing factory in LondonI was only ten years old, washing bottles all day, my hands soaked in lye water, red and achingI was surrounded by grown-ups, but no one talked to meI felt like a stone, left by the side of the road, forgotten by everyoneBut I did not want to live like this foreverI saved up a little money, and ran away in secretI walked alone across the open fields of England, for days on endThe soles of my shoes wore through, and my feet were covered in blistersI was heading to Dover, to find my father's aunt, Miss Betsey TrotwoodWhen I finally found my aunt, I was covered in dirt from head to toeShe stood at the garden gate, and stared at me for a long timeThen she said, "Come along, child, let's get you washed up first"My aunt spoke in a gruff voice, but her heart was softer than anyone'sShe took me in, and sent me to schoolAt school, I met a boy named SteerforthHe was handsome, he spoke well, and I thought of him as my best friendBut I was wrong about himHe ran away with Peggotty's niece Little Em'ly, and shattered a perfectly good familyThat was when I learned, the better someone smiles, the less you can trust their heartI also met Mr MicawberHe was a poor gentleman, always in debt, always waiting for money that was "coming any day now"But he never once wore a gloomy face, he laughed every single dayLater, Mr Micawber exposed the scheme of a true villainThat villain was Uriah Heep, always bowing his head, calling himself "humble"But all along, he had been scheming behind people's backs, cheating Mr Wickfield out of his fortuneMr Micawber presented the evidence, and exposed him before everyoneMr Wickfield's daughter Agnes, was the kindest person I have ever knownShe was always quiet and gentle, and every word she said put your heart at easeIn my most confused moments, she said to me, "David, you're going to be someone remarkable"I did not understand it then, but later I realized, she had been by my side all alongWhen I grew older, I fell in love with DoraShe was beautiful beyond words, her smile like a flower in springWe got married, and our days were as sweet as honeyBut Dora's health was never good, she grew thinner and thinner, like a flower slowly wilting awayIn the end, she left meThat night, I sat alone in the empty room, and the whole world went silentAfter Dora was gone, I poured all my grief into writingPage by page, I turned all the happy and painful days into storiesAnd as I wrote, I suddenly realized, the one who had always been there for me, was AgnesShe was not as dazzling as Dora, but she was like a lamp, burning quietly, never going outI finally gathered the courage, and told Agnes what was in my heartShe cried, and said she had waited for those words for so very longWe got married, and our life was peaceful and warmI sat at my desk writing stories, while she sat beside me, reading quietlyThe fire in the hearth crackled, and rain fell softly outside the windowI looked up at her, and she smiled back at meIn this life of mine, I have taken many wrong turns, endured much hardship, and lost the ones I loved mostBut I never once gave upI went from a little boy washing bottles, to a man who tells storiesIf you ask me, was this life worth livingI would say, yes, it was worth itEvery single step was worth it前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动