典范英语8-15Here comes trouble原文+翻译

8-15 Here comes trouble
Written by Tessa Krailing and illustrated by Jan Lewis Chapter 1
On Friday afternoon Class Seven had an Art lesson. It was their favourite lesson of the week. Everyone looked forward to it.
Everyone except Trudy Hubble.
Trudy had elbows that stuck out and knocked things over. Her hands were large and clumsy. Her feet were so big she was always tripping over things.
When she came into the classroom Rob Mason said, ‘Look out, here comes Trouble!’
This was Rob’s idea of a joke. He called her ‘Trouble’ because it sounded like her two names—Trudy Hubble—put together. The other kids laughed. Trudy had to smile and pretend she didn’t mind.
But she did mind. She minded a lot.
Mrs Weston said, ‘Sit down, Trudy. Let Lisa bring you a water jar and some paints.’
Trudy knew why Mrs Weston wanted her to sit down. Mrs Weston had been her teacher for three months now. She had seen what happened when Trudy tried to do Art. It was always a disaster!
Lisa Gibbs fetched paper and paint and brushes.
She put them on the table she shared with Trudy. Next, she filled a jar with water and took that to Trudy. Before she sat down she moved her chair as far away from Trudy as possible.
Trudy wished she could be more like Lisa. Lisa never knocked things over. She had small hands and feet and wavy brown hair. Trudy’s hair was as straight as straw.
‘Now, today,’ Mrs Weston said, ‘I’d like you to paint me a monster. The scariest monster you can think of.’
‘Oh, great!’ Class Seven loved painting monsters.
Trudy decided to start with the eyes. The eyes were the scariest part of any monster. She dipped her brush in red paint. Then she made two large red circles on the paper.
Then two large yellow circles. Then two large green circles.
But it didn’t look much like a monster. It looked more like two sets of traffic lights.
She glanced at Lisa’s picture. Lisa had painted a beautiful green dragon with flames coming out of its mouth.
Trudy sighed. She reached out to dip her brush in some black paint and-oh, no!
She knocke d over the jam jar. Dirty water spread in a pool across the table. It drowned Lisa’s dragon.
‘Oops, sorry,’ Trudy muttered.
Lisa started down at her soggy picture. Tears came into her eyes.
Rob Mason came over to look. ‘Hey, Mrs Weston!’ he called. ‘Come and see what Trudy’s done now.’
Trudy went red in the face. ‘I’ll get a cloth,’ she muttered.
She jumped to her feet-and- Her chair fell over backwards.
She turned round and her paintbrush caught Rob Mason across the face. It gave him a droopy black moustache.
He was so surprised that he staggered back against a wire bookstand. The bookstand came crashing down and books went all over the floor.
‘Oh, no!’ Mrs Weston came hurrying over. She caught her leg on Trudy’s chair and laddered her tights.
Chapter 2
I hate Art, Trudy thought as she went home on the bus. And I hate school! She wished she never had to go to school again.
The bus stopped outside her house. She jumped up from her seat. Her elbow knocked a woman’s hat right over her eyes. She got off the bus and ran indoors.
As soon as she opened the door she knew something was wrong. The house was too quiet. Not a sound from the kitchen. Not a sound in the hall.
‘Mum?’ she called.I’m upstairs, Trudy.’ Mum’s voice sounded strange, all hoars e and croaky.
Trudy went upstairs two-at-a-time. She opened the bedroom door.
Mum lay in bed, holding a box of paper hankies. ‘I’ve got an awful cold,’ she said. ‘Don’t come too close or you might catch it.’
‘Okay.’ Trudy stayed near the door. ‘Shall I make you a mug of tea?’
Mum said quickly, ‘No, thanks. I’ll wait till your dad gets home.’Trudy sighed. She knew why Mum didn’t want her to make any tea. She was afraid Trudy would spill it coming up the stairs.
‘What’s that?’ Trudy asked eag erly.
‘Take a message to Mrs Willow. Tell her I shan’t be well enough to come to work tomorrow.’ Mum blew her nose into a paper hanky. ‘She’s a very old lady. I don’t want to give her my cold.’
Trudy turned to the door. ‘Thanks. Oh, but Trudy-‘Trudy stopped. ‘Yes, Mum?’
‘Mrs willow’s house is full of beautiful things. I have to be very, very careful not to break anything. So, if she asks you t o come in, you’d better say no.’
Trudy sighed. ‘Yes, Mum.’
She went downstairs again and ran a long the crowded street. ‘Oops, sorry,’ she said as she bumped into a passer-by. Luckily she didn’t have far to go.
Mrs willow lived in a tall, graceful old house. Trudy knocked on the door and waited. She heard the tap-tap of a stick coming from inside. The door opened.
There stood an old lady with white hair and sharp blue eyes. Although she walked with a stick, she was tall and graceful, like her house.
‘Hello, Mrs Willow,’ said Trudy. ‘I’m Trudy Hubble. My mum’s your home help. She won’t be able to come tomorrow. She’s got a cold.
‘I’m sorry to hear that. What she needs is my special cold cure. Come inside and I’ll give you some.’ Mrs Willow opened the door wider.
Trudy remembered her mother’s warning, I’ll wait here,’ she said.
‘Nonsense, you can wait in my sitting room.’ Mrs Willow turned and started to walk down the hall, her stick tap-tapping on the floor.
Oh, help! thought Trudy. What should she do? ‘come in, come in,’ called Mrs Willow.
Trudy took a deep breath and stepped inside.
Chapter 3
Trudy looked round Mrs Willow’s sitting room.
She saw at once why Mum had been worried. There were beautiful things everywhere-pretty china figures and little glass animals, delicate tea sets and glass bowls. But the most beautiful thing of all stood alone on a little table. It was a large green-and-white vase with a dragon painted on the side.
Trudy stood very, very still. She was afraid to move in case she knocked something over. Stiff as a statue, she kept her elbows pressed to her sides. Mrs Willow came back into the room. ‘Ah, I see you’re looking at my Chinese vase,’ she
said. ‘It’s very, very old. Do you like it?’
Trudy nodded.
Mrs Willow held out a small brown bottle. ‘Here’s my cold cure,’ she said. ‘Don’t ask me what’s in it. It’s an old family secret. But it always works.’
Trudy took the bottle. She couldn't speak because she was holding her breath.
Mrs Willow looked hard at her. ‘Is something wrong?’
Trudy shook her head.
‘But you’ve gone quite red in the face. Are you sure you’re all right?’
Trudy could hold her breath no longer. She let it out in a long, long sigh. ‘I’m fine,’ she said. ‘Thanks for the cold cure, Mrs Willow. I must go home now.’
Mrs Willow looked sad. ‘Can’t you stay for a cup of tea?’
‘No, I-I have to go.’
Trudy couldn't wait to get away. The room was too full of beautiful things. Any minute now there would be a disaster, she felt sure. She turned to the door.
Something furry brushed against her leg. Trudy jumped backwards.
Th e furry thing gave a loud ‘YEOWLL!’ It leaped on to the piano.
Trudy jumped again, sideways. Her elbow hit the green-and-white vase. It began to sway. She watched in horror as it rocked from side to side……to side to side……to side to side and…
It fell to the floor and broke into little pieces. DISASTER.
Nobody moved. The cat-who had caused all the trouble-sat on top of the piano. It swished its tail.
Then Trudy said, ‘Oh, I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. It’s because I’m clumsy. That’s why I didn't want to came into your house. I knew something would get broken. It always does when I’m around.’
‘It’s all right,’ Mrs Willow said calmly.
Surprised, Trudy stared at her.
‘Not a bit. You see, that vase has been broken before. It had to be mended then. And do you know who broke it?’ Mrs Willow smiled. ‘I did, when I was just about your age. Yes, I used to be clumsy too.’
Trudy couldn’t believe it. Mrs Willow seemed so tall and graceful. She didn't look the sort of person who would knock things over.
‘You couldn't have been as clumsy as I am,’ she said.
Mrs Willow took a photo from the top of the piano. ‘Do you see this girl playing tennis?’ she asked. ‘Well, that was me.’Trudy looked at the photo.
The girl playing tennis was tall and thin with untidy hair. She had a wide grin on her face.
Mrs Willow laughed. ‘I was a real ugly duckling, wasn’t I? But do you remember what happened to the ugly duckling?’Trudy nodded. ‘It grew up to be a swan. But I don't think I shall. I’ll just grow up to been ugly duck.’
‘Not if you do as I did. You have to keep telling yourself that inside, where it matters, you’re really a swan.’
Trudy said doubtfully, ‘I’m a swan.’
‘It does work, you know. It’s a kind of magic. Say it again. This time, as if you really believe it.’
Trudy cleared her throat. She said it louder.
Mrs Willow smiled. ‘Now help me clear up these bits of old vase. Then we’ll have some tea.’
They drank tea from china cups. They ate chocolate cake off delicate plates.
And Trudy didn't b reak another thing. She ran home muttering, ‘I’m a swan, I’m a swan,’ and she didn't bump into a single person. So perhaps it was a kind of magic, after all.
But what would happen tomorrow, when she went to school.
Chapter 4
Next morning Mum’s cold was much better. ‘That’s because of Mrs Willow’s secret family cure,’ Trudy said.
‘It tastes horrible,’ said Mum. ‘But it seems to work.’
Trudy was glad the cold cure had worked. It proved that Mrs Willow knew what she was talking about. And if the cold cure worked, then the swan cure might work as well. She couldn’t wait to try it out.
On the way to school she tired thinking herself a swan.
She glided on to the bus and sat down slowly. She didn’t trip over anyone’s feet. She didn’t knock anyone’s hat off. When the bus stopped, she rose slowly from her seat.
She stepped on to the pavement.
It was surprising how different she felt, so tall and graceful.
In the school playground some children stood looking up into the chestnut tree.
‘Look out, here comes Trouble!’ called Rob Mason when he saw her.
Trudy pretended not to hear him. She saw that Lisa Gibbs was in tears. ‘What’s the matter?’ she asked.
‘It’s Lisa’s kite,’ said Rob. ‘It’s got stuck up the tree.’
‘Rob did it,’ Lisa said, wiping her eyes. ‘He let go and it flew up into the tree.’
Rob looked a bit ashamed of himself. ‘Stupid old kite,’ he muttered.
‘It’s a beautiful kite!’ said Lisa. ‘I got it for my birthday. It was my best present.’ She began to sob again.
‘Don’t cry,’ Trudy said kindly. I’ll get it down for you. I’m good at climbing trees.’
Lisa looked horrified. ‘No, you’ll tear it! It’s only made of paper. Can’t somebody else get it down?’
But nobody else wanted to climb the tree.
Trudy jumped up and grabbed the lowest branch. She swung herself up and began to climb.
‘Be careful,’ called Lisa. ‘It’s a special Chinese kite. It cost a lot of money.
Like the vase, Trudy though, and nearly stopped. But then she thought of Mrs Willow.
‘I’m a swan, I’m a swan,’ she m uttered.
And she started climbing again. She climbed higher and higher until she reached the kite.
The kite was caught on a sharp twig. It was made of thin, silky paper and had a green dragon painted on it. Don’t rush, she told herself. Swans never rush.
At last she managed to free the kite.
But now she had to climb down again using only one hand. It took her ages, but she didn't rush.
She saw that Mrs Weston had joined the crowd below. But she still didn't rush.
Very, very carefully she swung herself down to the ground.
The kite was safe! ‘Thanks, Trudy.’ Lisa showed it to the others. ‘Look, it’s all right!’
Trudy felt very, very proud. But then Mrs Weston said, ‘Trudy Hubble, what a mess you look! Your hands and knees are filthy. Go and wa sh them ATONCE!’
For a moment Trudy felt like her old clumsy self. But then she remembered what Mrs Willow had said. It didn't matter how she looked outside. Inside, she was really a swan.
Trudy smiled at Mrs Weston. Then she glided swan-like across the playground and into school.
典范英语 8-15 Here Comes Trouble 来麻烦了
第一章
星期五下午，七班上美术课，这是他们一周里最喜爱的课程，每个人都期盼（looked forward to）着这堂课。

除了 Trudy Hubble。

Trudy 双肘向外拐着（had elbows that stuck out），常把东西撞到（knocked things over），她的双手大而笨拙（clumsy），她的脚太大了常常被什么东西绊倒（tripping over things）。

当她走进教室时，Rob Mason 说，“看哪，来麻烦了！” Rob 对玩笑就是这么理解的，他称她的“麻烦”，因为它听起来就像她的姓名“Trudy Hubble”连读起来。

其他孩子嘲笑着，Trudy 不得不笑笑假装不介意。

但是，她介意，非常介意。

Weston 小姐说，“坐下，Trudy。

让 Lisa 给你拿一个水罐和一些颜料。

”
“不要离开你的座位，除非不离开不行（unless you must）。

” Trudy 知道为 Weston 小姐要她坐下，Weston 小姐成为她的老师已经三个月了，当 Trudy 尽力做美术作业时，她亲眼看到发现的事情，总会发生灾难。

Lisa Gibbs 拿来了纸、颜料和刷子。

她放在了桌子上与 Trudy 共用，然后，她灌了一壶水，一个罐子装满水拿
给 Trudy。

在她坐下之前，她把椅子挪得尽可能地离 Trudy 远些。

Trudy 希望她能更像 Lisa，Lisa 从来不把东西撞倒。

她有小的手脚，棕色的卷发，Trudy 的头发像麦秸杆一样直（as straight as straw）。

“今天”， Weston 小姐说，“我要你们给我画个怪兽，你能想到的最可怕的怪兽。

”“Oh，好极了！”七班很喜欢画怪兽。

Trudy 决定开始画眼睛，眼睛是怪兽最可怕的部分，她用刷子蘸了蘸红颜料，然后，她在纸上画了两个很大的红圈，接着是两个很大的黄圈，又接着是两个很大的绿圈。

但是，这看起来不像是怪物，它看起来更像是两组交通信号灯。

她瞥了一眼 Lisa 的画，Lisa 画了一只漂亮的绿恐龙，嘴里喷着火焰。

Trudy 叹了口气，她伸手用刷子蘸了些黑颜料，oh,不！
她把水罐弄倒了，脏水在桌子上蔓延成一滩水，淹过了 Lisa 的恐龙。

“诶呀！对不起。

”Trudy 含糊地说道。

Lisa 低头看着她湿漉漉的画，眼泪掉了下来。

Rob Mason 过来观看，“嗨，Weston 小姐！”他喊道，“过来看 Trudy 干了些什么。

”
Trudy 脸红了起来，“我弄件衣服”，她含糊地说着。

她跳起来，她的椅子翻了。

她转过来，颜料刷在 Rob Mason 的脸是划过，给他画了一个耷拉着的小胡子（a droopy moustache）。

他受惊一般，往后踉跄了一下（staggered back），碰上了一个金属书架，书架哗啦一声倒了，书撒了一地（went all over the floor）。

“oh，不！”Weston 小姐匆匆忙忙跑过来（came hurrying over），她的腿碰到了 Trudy 的椅子上，划破了她的紧身袜。

第二章
我恨美术课，Trudy 坐在回家的巴士车上想，我恨学校！她希望她再也不要去上学。

巴士在她家门外停下，她从座位上跳了起来，她的胳膊碰上一位女士的帽子，刚好遮住了她的眼睛。

她下了车，跑回屋里。

当她打开门，她感觉有些不对劲，房屋里非常安静，厨房里没有一点儿声
音，厅里也没有声音。

“妈妈？”她喊道。

“我在楼上，Trudy。

”妈妈的声音有些奇怪，又沙哑又低沉。

Trudy 一步两个台阶跑上楼，她打开卧室的门。

妈妈躺在床上，拿着一盒纸巾，“我得了重感冒（got an awful cold），”她说，“不要靠近，不然会传染上（catch it）你的。

”“好吧，”Trudy 呆在门口，“我给您泡一缸茶吧？”妈妈很快地说，“不，谢谢，我等你爸爸回家再说吧。

” Trudy 叹息着，她知道为什么不要她去弄茶，她担心 Trudy 上楼时弄洒了。

“但是有些我想让你去做。

”“是什么？”Trudy 急切地问。

“给 Willow 夫人捎个口信，告诉她我明天病好不了，不能去上班。

”妈妈用纸巾擤了擤鼻子。

“她是位老妇人，我不想传染她感冒。

”“我马上（straight away）去。

” Trudy 转身向门口去。

“谢谢，oh,但是 Trudy-” Trudy 停下来，“怎么了，妈妈？”“Willow 夫人的房子摆满了漂亮的东西，我不得不非常非常小心，不去打碎任何东西，因此，她让你进去，你最好不要进去。

”
Trudy 回答，“是的，妈妈。

”她跑下楼，沿着闹市跑去，“诶呀，对不起，”当她撞到（bumped into）一个路人（passer-by）时说。

幸运的是，她不用走多远。

Willow 夫人住在一个高大、典雅的老房子里，Trudy 敲门等待，她听见拐杖哒哒的声音从里面传出来。

门开了。

里面站着一位白发苍苍的老太太，一双蓝眼睛炯炯有神（sharp blue eyes）。

尽管她走路拄着拐杖，她仍然是高而典雅，就像她的房子。

“您好，Willow 夫人，”Trudy 说，“我是 Trudy Hubble，我妈妈在您这儿做家政。

她明天不能来了，她得了重感冒。

“
“听到这个我很难过，她需要些我的特效感冒药（special cold cure），进来，我给你拿些。

”Willow 夫人把门开大了些（opened the door wider）。

Trudy 记得妈妈的嘱咐，“我在这儿等着。

”她说。

“别废话了，你可以待在我的客厅里，”Willow 夫人转身走向大厅，她的拐杖在地板上发出哒哒声。

Oh,天哪！Trudy 想，她该怎么办？“进来，进来，”Willow 夫人叫着。

Trudy 深深吸了一口气（took a deep breath），踏了进去（stepped inside）。

第三章
Trudy 四周环顾 Willow 夫人的客厅。

3她立即明白（saw at once），为什么妈妈会担心。

那儿到处都是漂亮的东西——漂亮的瓷人（china figures）、小玻璃动物、精致的茶具（delicate tea sets）、和玻璃盆碗。

但是，
所有东西中最漂亮的东西独个儿放在一个小桌上，它是一个巨大的绿白相间的花瓶，一侧画着一条龙。

Trudy 一动不动地（very still）站着，她不敢走动，以免（in case）会碰倒东西。

像塑像一样僵硬（stiff as a statue），胳膊肘紧贴在身体两侧。

Willow 夫人从房间走出来，“啊，我明白，你是在看我的中国花瓶，”她说，“它非常非常古老，你喜欢它吗？” Trudy 点了点头。

Willow 夫人拿出一个棕色的小瓶，“给你我的感冒药，”她说，“不要问我里面是什么，它是家族秘方，但是它很有效。

” Trudy 拿上瓶子，她不能讲话，因为她正屏着气息。

Willow 夫人仔细地看了看她，“出什么事了吗？” Trudy 摇了摇头。

“但是你的脸很红，你确定你没事吗？”Trudy 再也憋不住了（could hold her breath no longer），她长长地吐了口气，“我很好，”她说，“谢谢你的感冒药，Willow 夫人，我现在必须回家了。

”Willow 夫人看起来很难过，“你不能留下来喝杯茶吗？”“不，我，我必须走了。

” Trudy 恨不得马上离开，房间里放了太多的漂亮的东西，她感觉到，现在说不定什么时候会发生灾难，她转身向门口走去。

有个毛茸茸的东西擦过她的腿，Trudy 向后跳了回来。

那个毛茸茸的东西发出“喵！”的声音，跳上了钢琴。

Trudy 又往旁边跳了一下，她的胳膊肘碰到了绿白花瓶，它开始摇晃，她惊恐地看着花瓶左右摇晃着。

从这一边到另一边，从另一边到这一边…哗啦！它落在地板上，打成了碎片，一个灾难。

没有人走动，那只猫——造成的全部麻烦——坐在钢琴顶部，它刷刷地摆动着尾巴。

接着，Trudy 说，“oh,对不起，我真的很对不起，因为我太笨拙了，那就是我为什么不愿意进您的屋子。

我知道会有东西被打碎的，当我在时周围总会发生这样的事。

”“没关系，”Willow 夫人冷静地说。

“没关系？” Trudy 对她十分惊讶。

“一点关系都没有，你明白，那个花瓶以前就被摔破过，然后修补过，你知道是谁打碎它的吗？”Willow 夫人微笑着说，“是我，当我和你一般大的时候，是的，我过去也很笨拙。

” Trudy 无法相信，Willow 夫人 Willow 夫人看起来高而典雅，她看不出像是那种会打破东西的人。

“您不可能像我一样笨拙。

”她说。

“我是学校最笨拙的人。

” Willow 夫人 Willow 夫人从钢琴顶部拿了一张照片，“你认识这个在打网球的姑娘吗？”她问，“噢，那就是我。

” Trudy 看着照片。

那个在打网球的姑娘又高又瘦，留着凌乱的头发，咧着个大嘴在笑。

Willow 夫人大笑起来，“我是一个真正的丑小鸭，不是吗？但是你记住，丑小鸭后来怎么样了？” Trudy 点了点头，“它长大成为一只天鹅，但我不认为我会是，我只长成一只丑鸭子。

”“如果你和我一样做就不会是，你必须在内心告诉自己，这很重要，你是一只真正的天鹅。

”“来吧，现在说出来。

” Trudy 怀疑地说，“我是一只天鹅。

”“这确实管用，你要知道，它是一种魔法，再说一遍，这次，你要真正地相信它。

” Trudy 清了清嗓子，她大声地说：“我是一只天鹅。

”“很好” Willow 夫人微笑着，“现在帮我把老花瓶的碎片收拾了，然后，我们吃些茶点。

”她们用瓷杯喝茶，从精致的盘子里拿巧克力蛋糕吃。

Trudy 没有打碎任何东西，她跑回家，一路喃喃地说：“我是一只天鹅，我是一只天鹅，”她没有撞到一个人，也许是一种魔法，或许。

但是，明天会发生什么，她去上学的时候？
第四章
第二天，妈妈感冒好多了，“那是因为 Willow 夫人的家传秘方，”Trudy说。

“它很难吃，”妈妈说，“但是看起来效果不错。

” Trudy 非常高兴感冒药有效果，证明 Willow 夫人说话实事求是，如果感冒药有效果，那么天鹅药也一样有效果，她迫不及待地要去验证。

上学的路上，她努力把自己想成一只天鹅。

她悄悄地上了巴士，慢慢地坐下，她没有绊倒在任何人的脚上，她没有碰掉任何人的帽子。

当巴士停住时，她慢慢地从她的座位站起来。

她踏在人行横道上。

令人惊讶的是，她感觉那样的不同，如此高而典雅。

在学校操场上，一些孩子站立着向板栗树望。

“看哪，来麻烦了！”当 Rob Mason 看到她时喊道。

Trudy 假装没有听见他，她看见 Lisa Gibbs 在掉眼泪，“发生什么事了？”她问。

“Lisa 的风筝，”Rob 说，“它卡在树上了。

”“Rob 干的，”Lisa 边擦着眼泪边说，“他松了手，风筝飞到树上去了。

” Rob 看起来很羞愧，“臭破风筝，”他喃喃地说。

“是漂亮的风筝！”Lisa 说，“我生日得到的，这是我最好的礼物。

”她又开始抽泣起来。

“别哭了，”Trudy 温和地说，“我去给你弄下来，我擅长爬树。

” Lisa 看起来吓坏了，“不，你会撕坏它，它只是纸做的，其他人能把它取下
来吗？”但是，没有其他的人想要爬树。

Trudy 跳起来抓住最低的树枝，她晃荡着爬上了树。

“小心点儿，”Lisa 喊着，“它是一个特别的中国风筝，很贵的。

”就像花瓶，Trudy 想，差一点停了下来，但是，接着她想到 Willow 夫人。

“我是一只天鹅，我是一只天鹅，”她喃喃地说。

她又接着爬，爬的很高很高，直到够到风筝。

风筝挂在一根尖尖的树枝上，是由薄纱纸做的，上面画着一条绿色的龙。

不急，她告诉自己，天鹅从来不急。

最后，她设法取下了风筝。

但是，现在她不得不只用一只手再爬回去，这花了她很长时间，但她不急。

她看到 Weston 小姐加入了下面的人群，但她仍然不急。

她非常非常小心地晃荡着下到地面。

风筝取回来了。

“谢谢，Trudy Trudy。

”Lisa 给其他人看，“看，它好好的！”“她终究没有撕破。

” Trudy 感到非常非常的骄傲，但是，接着，Weston 小姐说，“Trudy Hubble,看你那乱样子，你的手和膝盖脏兮兮的，马上去洗干净！”一瞬间，Trudy 感到又回到笨手笨脚的老样子。

但是，接着她想起 Willow 夫人说的话，外表看起来怎么样没关系，内心，她是一只
真正的天鹅。

Trudy 向 Weston 小姐微笑着，她像天鹅一样悄悄地穿过操场，走进学校。