Unit2Whatishappinesstoyou【导读】《简·爱》(JaneEyre)是英国女作家夏洛蒂·勃朗特创作的长篇小说,是一部具有自传色彩的作品。阅读下面选取的有关亲情的节选,对比中外文化中对亲情态度的异同。JaneEyre(excerpt)TheredroomWecouldnotgoforawalkthatafternoon.Therewassuchafreezingcoldwind,andsuchheavyrain,thatweallstayedindoors.Iwasgladofit.Ineverlikedlongwalks,especiallyinwinter.Iusedtohatecominghomewhenitwasalmostdark,withicecoldfingersandtoes,feelingmiserablebecauseBessie,thenursemaid,wasalwaysscoldingme.AllthetimeIknewIwasdifferentfrommycousins,Eliza,JohnandGeorgianaReed.Theyweretallerandstrongerthanme,andtheywereloved.Thesethreeusuallyspenttheirtimecryingandquarrelling,buttodaytheyweresittingquietlyaroundtheirmotherinthesittingroom.Iwantedtojointhefamilycircle,butMrsReed,myaunt,refused,Bessiehadcomplainedaboutme.“No,I'msorry,Jane.UntilIhearfromBessie,orseeformyself,thatyouarereallytryingtobehavebetter,youcannotbetreatedasagood,happychild,likemychildren.”“WhatdoesBessiesayIhavedone?”Iasked.“Jane,itisnotpolitetoquestionmeinthatway.Ifyoucannotspeakpleasantly,bequiet.”Icreptoutofthesittingroomandintothesmallroomnextdoor,whereIchoseabookfullofpicturesfromthebookcase.Iclimbedontothewindow—seatanddrewthecurtains,sothatIwascompletelyhidden.Isatthereforawhile.SometimesIlookedoutofthewindowatthegreyNovemberafternoon,andsawtherainpouringdownontheleaflessgarden.ButmostofthetimeIstudiedthebookandstared,fascinated,atthepictures.Lostintheworldofimagination,Iforgotmysad,lonelyexistenceforawhile,andwashappy,Iwasonlyafraidthatmysecrethidingplacemightbediscovered.Suddenlythedooroftheroomopened.JohnReedrushedin.“Whereareyou,rat?”heshouted.Hedidnotseemebehindthecurtain.“Eliza!Georgiana!Janeisn'there!TellMammashe'srunoutintotherain—whatabadanimalsheis!”“HowluckyIdrewthecurtain,”Ithought.Hewouldneverhavefoundme,becausehewasnotveryintelligent.ButElizaguessedatoncewhereIwas.“She'sinthewindowseat,John,”shecalledfromthesittingroom.SoIcameoutimmediately,asIdidnotwanthimtopullmeout.“Whatdoyouwant?”Iaskedhim.“Say,‘Whatdoyouwant,MasterReed’,”heanswered,sittinginanarmchair.“Iwantyoutocomehere.”JohnReedwasfourteenandIwasonlyten.Hewaslargeandratherfat.Heusuallyatetoomuchatmeals,whichmadehimill.Heshouldhavebeenatboardingschool,buthismother,wholovedhimverymuch,hadbroughthimhomeforamonthortwo,becauseshethoughthishealthwasdelicate.Johndidnotlovehismotherorhissister,andhehatedme.Hebulliedandpunishedme,nottwoorthreetimesaweek,notonceortwiceaday,butallthetime.Mywholebodytrembledwhenhecamenear.Sometimeshehitme,sometimeshejustthreatenedme,andIlivedinterriblefearofhim.Ihadnoideaabouthowtostophim.Theservantsdidnotwanttooffendtheiryoungmaster,andMrsReedcouldseenofaultinherdearboy.SoIobeyedJohn'sorderandapproachedhisarmchair,thinkinghowveryuglyhisfacewas.PerhapsheunderstoodwhatIwasthinking,forhehitmehardontheface.“ThatisforyourrudenesstoMammajustnow,”hesaid,“andforyourwickednessinhiding,andforlookingatmelikethat,yourat!”IwassousedtohisbullyingthatIneverthoughtofhittinghimback.“Whatwereyoudoingbehindthatcurtain?”heasked.“Iwasreading,”Ianswered.“Showmethebook.”Igaveittohim.《简·爱》(节选)红房子那天下午,我们不能出去散步。寒风刺骨,大雨瓢泼,大家都待在家里,我倒是因此感到高兴。我从来不喜欢走长路,特别是在冬天。过去我最讨厌回到家...