大一下英語文章sunday before the war

1、 On Sunday, in a remote he West of England, where the people are few and and placid, there was no more sign among n among the quiet hills of the tholds theworld. They hadto stay all day in his little onlybecauseitaffectedthes andseemedtowantnone. tmasterhad On Sunday, in a remote he West of England,

2、 where the people are few and and placid, there was no more sign among n among the quiet hills of the tholds theworld. They hadto stay all day in his little onlybecauseitaffectedthes andseemedtowantnone. tmasterhadbeent-office, t was something terested them, It rained in the morning, but the afterno

3、on was clear and glorious and shining, with all revealedotheheartofWalesandtothehigh ridgesoftheWelshmountains.cottages t valley are not o villages, but two or three together or lonely their fruit-trees on the hillside; and the cottagers who are always courteous and friendly, said word or two ent by

4、, but just what they would have said on any other day and anyquestionaboutthe,theyseemedtoknow,ortowishtoknow,aslittletastheearthitself, which,beautifulthere at anytime,t afternoon towear anand pathetic beauty. The country, n any other in England, has the secret of peace. It not wild, though it o th

5、e wildness of Wales; but all its cultivation, its orchards hopyards and fields of golden wheat, seem to have the beauty of time upon them, as if men there had long lived happily upon the earth with no desire for change nor fear of decay. It is the sad beauty t cut rom the present, but a t the presen

6、t from the past; hemellowness all the hillside seems a garden to the spacious and little cottages; each led up to by its own narrow, flowery lane. There the meadows are all lawns with the lustrous green of spring even in August, and often over-shadowed by fruit-trees- cherry,orapple, orpear; andonSu

7、nday afterthehere wasanandfreshnessaddedtothequietofthelater Nowhere and he world can there have been a eace; and the bells from little red church down by the river seemedto be the music ofit, as the song of birds is the of spring. There one saw how beautiful the life of man can be, and how men by t

8、he labours of many generations can give to the beauty s never known in its mind as ifitwere And all thispeace,oneknew,wasthreatened;andthesoundless message from over the great eastward plain; unsubstantial and strange, as if it were sinking away and with it eauty ry So it is always when the mind is

9、troubled among happy things, and then one almost wishes couldshare onestroublesage had lasted till yesterday, emore realwith it.It seemedt t at the earth had still tolearn the news of ding. And changehadcome,notbythewillofGod,notevenbythewillofman,butbecausesomefewfarawaywereafraidtobeopenandgenerou

10、switheachother.Therewasheirtitfrightenedthem.Therewasattheyknewtheymustnottouch,and,mischievous and nervous children, they had touched it at last, and now all the world was sufferfortheirSo the nextmorning one saw areservistinhis uniform sayinggoodbyetohis wife andchildren hiscottage-gateandtitfrigh

11、tenedthem.Therewasattheyknewtheymustnottouch,and,mischievous and nervous children, they had touched it at last, and now all the world was sufferfortheirSo the nextmorning one saw areservistinhis uniform sayinggoodbyetohis wife andchildren hiscottage-gateandthenwalkingupthet leadsout ofthe valleychee

12、rfulon his face. Therewas open sign oftrouble, avery littleone, and hemadetheleastof and, after all, this valley is very far from andciderwillsurelybegatheredinsible war, and its harvest and its age of But what happiness can there be t peace, or what security in the mind of man, themadness of war is

13、 let loose in so many other valleys? Here there is a beauty inherited the past, and added to the earth by mans will; but the men here are of the same nature and subjecttothesamemadnessasthosewhoaregatheringtofight onthefrontiers.Weareallwith the er of making and destroying, with the same divine fore

14、sight mocked by sameanimalblindness.Weourselvesmaynotbeinfaultto-day,butitishumanbeingsinnodifferent from us who ng what we abhor and they abhor even while t. There is fate, coming from the beast in our own t the present man in us has not yet and for the tfate seems ahenature of the tmocks us hebeautyof theselonelyhills. Butit isnot so,for weare not separate and indifferent likebeasts; and if one nation for the moment ets ou