神奇树屋 · 49 Monday with a Mad Genius
CHAPTER EIGHT Wings! Annie held up the wand. "Close your eyes, Leonardo," she said. Leonardo just shook his head. "Please?" said Annie. "Just for a second?" Leonardo put his head in his hands.
第八章翅膀!安妮举起魔杖。 “闭上眼睛,莱昂纳多,”她说。 列奥纳多只是摇了摇头。 “求你了?”安妮说。“就一秒钟?”列奥纳多双手抱头。
"Listen," said Annie. "This morning you said that a great artist has to combine observation with imagination." Leonardo barely nodded. "Well, watch out—because this is the imagination part!" said Annie. She waved the wand at Leonardo, then at herself and Jack. Counting her words on her fingers, she said in a loud, clear voice: "Make. Us. Fly. Like. Birds." Leonardo's arms whipped out to his sides. They sprouted long grayish feathers. He let out a yelp. The next thing Jack knew, his arms had turned into feathery wings, too! So had Annie's! "What's happening?" cried Leonardo. "Wings!" said Annie.
“听着,”安妮说。“今天早上你说伟大的艺术家必须把观察和想象结合起来。” 莱昂纳多只是点了点头。“好吧,小心点,因为这是想象的部分!”安妮说。 她朝列奥纳多挥了挥魔杖,然后又朝自己和杰克挥了挥。 她用手指数着字数,用响亮而清晰的声音说:“制造。 我们。飞。喜欢。鸟。”列奥纳多猛地伸出双臂。 它们长出了长长的灰色羽毛。 他发出一声尖叫。接下来杰克知道的是,他的手臂也变成了羽毛般的翅膀!安妮的也一样!“发生了什么事?”莱昂纳多叫道。 “翅膀!”安妮说。
Jack's wings felt light and airy, yet strong and powerful. "Now we can fly!" said Annie. "Wings?" said Leonardo, looking stunned. Then he burst out laughing. "We have wings! We have wings! Run! Run into the wind!" Jack, Annie, and Leonardo all stretched out their wings and took quick steps forward. The wind rushed under their feathers and lifted them off the ground. "WHOOOAH!" cried Leonardo. Leonardo, Jack, and Annie flapped their wings and soared high into the sky. Then they caught a gentle wind and stopped flapping. Twisting this
杰克的翅膀轻盈而有力。 “现在我们能飞了!”安妮说。 “翅膀?”列奥纳多吃惊地说。 然后他突然大笑起来。 “我们有翅膀!”我们有翅膀!快跑!迎着风跑!”杰克、安妮和列奥纳多都展开了翅膀,迅速向前走了几步。 风从它们的羽毛下面冲过,把它们吹离了地面。 “哇!”列奥纳多叫道。 列奥纳多、杰克和安妮拍打着翅膀,飞上了天空。 然后,他们遇到了一阵微风,停止了拍打。 扭转这
way and that, they glided in a big circle above the countryside. Jack felt as light as the wind. His heart beat wildly. "Incredible, huh?" yelled Annie. "Best flying ever!" shouted Jack. Jack and Annie had flown lots before. They'd flown on a dragon, on a bicycle, on a winged lion, on a magic carpet, and on the back of a white stag in Camelot. They'd even flown as ravens over a haunted castle. But this was the first time they'd ever flown on their own, just as themselves. "Follow me!" cried Leonardo. He tilted his wings and flew out of the circle. Jack and Annie
他们在乡村上空绕了一个大圈。 杰克觉得很轻松。 他的心狂跳。“不可思议,是吧?”安妮喊道。 “有史以来最好的飞行!”杰克喊道。 杰克和安妮以前坐过很多次飞机。 他们在卡梅洛特骑过龙、骑过自行车、骑过有翼狮子、骑过魔毯、骑过白鹿。 它们甚至像乌鸦一样飞过闹鬼的城堡。 但这是他们第一次独自飞行,就像他们自己一样。 “跟我来!” 他翘起翅膀,飞出了圈子。 杰克和安妮
flew after him. They all swooped high up over the quiet hills and glided through low clouds. The cool, wet mist blew against Jack's face. He felt as if he were swimming through the sky, as if the clouds were water keeping him afloat. Laughing and whooping with delight, Leonardo led Jack and Annie out of the clouds and down over the yellow meadows and the pale green olive groves. "Helloooo!" Leonardo shouted to farmers plowing a field. But the farmers didn't look up. "Helloooo!" he called to grape pickers working in a vineyard, but they didn't look up, either. No one on the ground looked up, but all the birds in the sky seemed to take notice. Birds
飞向他。他们都在寂静的山丘上俯冲而上,在低低的云层中滑翔。 凉爽潮湿的雾气吹在杰克的脸上。 他觉得自己好像在天空中游泳,云朵仿佛是让他漂浮的水。 李奥纳多高兴地笑着,叫着,领着杰克和安妮走出云层,来到黄色的草地和淡绿色的橄榄林。 “Helloooo !”列奥纳多对正在犁地的农民喊道。 但是农民们没有抬头。 “你好!”他对在葡萄园里采摘葡萄的工人喊道,但他们也没有抬起头来。 地面上没有人抬头看,但天空中的鸟儿似乎都注意到了。 鸟
cawed and swooped near them, as if welcoming them to their world. Birds flew alongside them and spread out in front of them, leading them over the city walls of Florence. Jack, Annie, and Leonardo circled with the birds over the sea of red-tiled roofs, over the great dome of the cathedral, and over the bell tower of the palace of the great council. "Florence looks so neat and orderly from up here!" Leonardo cried to Jack and Annie. "I wish I had my sketchbook!"
喵喵叫着,在它们附近俯冲,好像欢迎它们来到它们的世界。 鸟儿在他们身旁飞翔,在他们面前展开,领着他们飞过佛罗伦萨的城墙。 杰克、安妮和列奥纳多和鸟儿一起在红瓦屋顶的海洋上盘旋,在大教堂的大圆顶上盘旋,在大议会宫殿的钟楼上盘旋。 “从上面看,弗洛伦斯是多么整洁有序啊!”李奥纳多哭着对杰克和安妮说。 “我希望我有我的速写本!”
