Little Women｜小妇人

原著作者｜Louisa May Alcott In nineteenth century America The Civil War had not yet ended Snow fell quietly Covering a small town in New England At the end of the dark street Warm lights glowed from a neighbors grand house Jo leaned against the frozen window Staring at a light that did not belong to them Inside the house it was cold The fire in the hearth burned weakly Meg stood by the table Holding a worn and faded dress She let out a quiet sigh Little Amy lay on the floor Drawing on scraps of paper Imagining hats and canes from noble balls Beth the third sister sat in the corner Her fingers moving slowly across the out of tune piano The notes broke softly in the air Their father was far away On the battlefield of the Civil War His life uncertain Jo brushed the dust from her trousers Stood straight And said loudly One day I will earn a lot of money And give everyone a good life Jo was never A proper lady She ran through the woods like a boy Her boots crushing fallen leaves Once She leaned too close while feeding the fire A spark jumped Burning a small hole in her skirt She glanced down Smiled lightly And did not mind She met the lonely boy next door Laurie They hid in the attic Reading forbidden books They lay on the grass Talking about the world beyond the town And lives not yet begun Jo believed That life held more than marriage Late at night She lit a small lamp And wrote line by line On scrap after scrap of paper One morning A telegram arrived Her father was ill And needed treatment urgently The cost of medicine And the long journey Left the family silent Jo said nothing She walked alone into a barber shop The scissors fell Dark brown hair scattered on the floor It was The only part of herself She had ever thought truly feminine She returned with Twenty five dollars That night She cried quietly beneath the quilt The next day She smiled at her sisters And said This is what I should do Time passed The war finally ended Among falling leaves Laurie asked Jo to marry him He offered her a grand house And a comfortable life Jo’s eyes filled with tears But she shook her head She said I cannot give up my freedom Just to make you happy This was not cruelty But clarity Fate did not slow down Because of her courage Beth The quiet third sister Grew weaker day by day Jo stayed by her bed Night after night She wrote desperately As if words could stop time But one quiet morning Beth’s hand slipped from Jo’s grasp The house once full of laughter Was never whole again The sisters went on Toward different lives Meg married for love And lived a modest but gentle life Amy traveled to Paris Learning art Enduring poverty and loneliness Jo remained in the attic Teaching by day Writing by night Rejected again and again Only Beth’s sewing basket remained beside her Years later She finished the book It told the life of four sisters Their poverty Their quarrels And their farewells The book was published The pay was small But enough to live without bowing She slowly bought back the old house Later She opened a school there She belonged to no one Many years later she stood by the window again Snow fell softly just like before She finally understood life is never perfect Yet it always belongs to those who dare to write it 前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动