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书名：A Farewellto Arms 永别了，武器
难度：Lexile蓝思阅读指数730
作者：Ernest Hemingway
出版社名称：Arrow Books
出版时间：2004
语种：英文
ISBN：9780099910107
商品尺寸：11 x1.9x 17.6cm
包装：平装
页数：300
A Farewellto Arms《永别了，武器》一书系美国著名小说家海明威早期代表作，被誉为现代文学的经典名篇。此书以海明威根据自己的参战经历，以战争与爱情为主线，吟唱了一曲哀婉动人的悲歌，曾多次被搬上银幕，堪称现代文学的经典名篇。小说文字难度小，非常适合英文原版阅读入门，也适合英语专业及对经典英美文学作品感兴趣的读者品读。
推荐理由：
1.《永别了武器》是诺贝尔文学奖获得者海明威的主要作品之一，是一部自传色彩很浓的长篇小说；
2.现代文学的经典名篇，入选兰登书屋“20 世纪百佳英文小说”；
3.自出版以来，一直畅销至今，并被译成世界上几十种语言，还被多次改编为电影和电视剧，书中所展现的故事感染了一代又一代读者的心灵；
4.小说语言简练、深刻、准确，富有深意，平凡而有哲理；
5.轻型环保纸印刷，小巧轻便，方便随身携带阅读。
In 1918 Ernest Hemingway went to war, to the “war to end all wars”. He volunteered for ambulance service in Italy, was wounded and twice decorated. Out of his experiences came his early masterpiece,A Farewell to Arms.
“Hard, almost metallic, glittering, blinding by the reflections of its hard surface, utterly free of sentimentality — a strange and original book, it will convince you of its honesty and veracity.” (Arnold Bennett)
“A most beautiful, moving and humane book” (Vita Sackville-West)
美国青年弗瑞德里克·亨利在第一次世界大战后期志愿参加红十字会驾驶救护车，在意大利北部战线抢救伤员。在一次执行任务时，亨利被炮弹击中受伤，在米兰医院养伤期间得到了英国籍护士凯瑟琳的悉心护理，两人陷入了热恋。亨利伤愈后重返前线，随意大利部队撤退时目睹战争的种种残酷景象，毅然脱离部队，和凯瑟琳会合后逃往瑞士。亨利和凯瑟琳在瑞士度过了一段幸福的时光，但后来，凯瑟琳还是在难产中死去，留下亨利一人独自在外流亡。
In an unforgettable depiction of war, Hemingway recreates the fear, the comradeship, the courage of his young American volunteers and the men and women he encounters along the way with conviction and brutal honesty. A love story of immense drama and uncompromising passion,A Farewell to Arms offers a unique and unflinching view of the world and people, by the winner of the 1954 Nobel Prize for Literature.
欧内斯特·米勒尔·海明威（Ernest Miller Hemingway），美国作家和记者，20世纪著名的小说家。美国“迷惘的一代”（Lost Generation）作家中的代表人物，作品中对人生、世界、社会都表现出了迷茫和彷徨。在海明威一生之中曾荣获不少奖项。他在第一次世界大战期间被授予银制勇敢勋章；1953年，他以《老人与海》一书获得普利策奖；1954年，《老人与海》又为海明威夺得诺贝尔文学奖。2001年，海明威的《太阳照样升起》（The Sun Also Rises）与《永别了，武器》两部作品被美国现代图书馆列入“20世纪百佳英文小说”中。
Ernest Miller Hemingway was an American novelist, short story writer, and journalist. His economical and understated style had a strong influence on 20th-century fiction, while his life of adventure and his public image influenced later generations. Hemingway produced most of his work between the mid-1920s and the mid-1950s, and won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1954. He published seven novels, six short story collections, and two non-fiction works. Additional works, including three novels, four short story collections, and three non-fiction works, were published posthumously. Many of his works are considered classics of American literature.
In the late summer of that year we lived in a house in a village that looked across the river and the plain to the mountains. In the bed of the river there were pebbles and boulders, dry and white in the sun, and the water was clear and swiftly moving and blue in the channels. Troops went by the house and down the road and the dust they raised powdered the leaves of the trees. The trunks of the trees too were dusty and the leaves fell early that year and we saw the troops marching along the road and the dust rising and leaves, stirred by the breeze, falling and the soldiers marching and afterward the road bare and white except for the leaves.
The plain was rich with crops; there were many orchards of fruit trees and beyond the plain the mountains were brown and bare. There was fighting in the mountains and at night we could see the flashes from the artillery. In the dark it was like summer lightning, but the nights were cool and there was not the feeling of a storm coming.
Sometimes in the dark we heard the troops marching under the window and guns going past pulled by motor-tractors. There was much traffic at night and many mules on the roads with boxes of ammunition on each side of their pack-saddles and gray motor trucks that carried men, and other trucks with loads covered with canvas that moved slower in the traffic. There were big guns too that passed in the day drawn by tractors, the long barrels of the guns covered with green branches and green leafy branches and vines laid over the tractors. To the north we could look across a valley and see a forest of chestnut trees and behind it another mountain on this side of the river. There was fighting for that mountain too, but it was not successful, and in the fall when the rains came the leaves all fell from the chestnut trees and the branches were bare and the trunks black with rain. The vineyards were thin and bare-branched too and all the country wet and brown and dead with the autumn. There were mists over the river and clouds on the mountain and the trucks splashed mud on the road and the troops were muddy and wet in their capes; their rifles were wet and under their capes the two leather cartridge-boxes on the front of the belts, gray leather boxes heavy with the packs of clips of thin, long 6.5 mm. cartridges, bulged forward under the capes so that the men, passing on the road, marched as though they were six months gone with child.
