电影《呼啸山庄》的英文剧本

第一篇：电影《呼啸山庄》的英文剧本

Wuthering Heights script

Call off your ungodly dogs!

Down!

Quiet!Down!

Are you Mr.Heathcliff?

Well, l'm Mr.Lockwood, your new tenant at the Grange.l'm lost.l--

Can l get a guide from amongst your lads?

No, you cannot.l've only got one, and he's needed here.Well, then, l'll have to stay till morning.Do as you please.Quiet!Down!

Thank you for your hospitality.Could you extend it to a cup of tea?

-Shall l?No fire will burn in yonder grate.Chimbley's all blocked up.Very well.Thanks.Good night.l said good night.Heathcliff!

Let me in!

l'm lost on the moors!

-lt's Cathy!l don't believe life comes back...once it's died and calls again to the living.No, l don't.Maybe if l told you her story, you'd change your mind...about the dead coming back.Maybe you'd know, as l do...that there is a force that brings them back...if their hearts were wild enough in life.Tell me her story.lt began 40 years ago...when l was young...in the service of Mr.Earnshaw...Cathy's father.Cathy's father.Wuthering Heights was a lovely place in those days...full of summertime and youth and happy voices.One day Mr.Earnshaw was returning from a visit to Liverpool.-You'll not catch me!Go along upstairs.Joseph says his horse is coming over the hill.Evening, Mr.Earnshaw.-Hello, Joseph.Back so soon?

What in the world have you got there?

A gift of God.Although it's as dark as if he came from the devil.-Quiet, me bonny lad, we're home.Here, here!

Come on, you young imp of Satan.Off with ye.-Cathy, Hindley!Hello, Father!

There you are.lt's what you've always wanted.A riding crop.Be careful how you use it.-Oh, it's wonderful!Ow!Father, make her stop!

No, children.This is Hindley's violin.One of the best in Liverpool.Here.Fine tone.And a bow to go with it.Here you are, Paganini.Who's that?

-He was hungry as a wolf.ln my room?

He can't.l won't let him.Children, you may as well learn now that you must share what you have...with others not as fortunate as yourselves.-Take charge of the lad, Ellen.This horse.-You can't have him.He's mine!You never had a father!

You gypsy beggar!You can't have mine!

Stop that!Don't come near me!

Let him go!You killed him!

l'm going to tell Father.He'll punish you for this.You can't go near him till he's well.-You heard Dr.Kenneth!Whoa, Jane.-You're so handsome when you smile.You did? l said your father was the emperor of China and your mother an lndian queen.lt's true, Heathcliff.You were kidnapped by wicked sailors and brought to England.But l'm glad.l've always wanted to know somebody of noble birth.All the princes l ever read about had castles.Of course.They captured them.You must capture one too.There's a beautiful castle that lies waiting for your lance, Sir Prince.You mean Penistone Crag? Aw, that's just a rock.lf you can't see that's a castle, you'll never be a prince.Here, take your lance and charge!

See that black knight at the drawbridge? Challenge him!

Charge!

l challenge you to mortal combat, Black Knight!

Heathcliff!You've killed him!You've killed the black knight!

He's earned it for all his wicked deeds.Oh, it's a wonderful castle.-Heathcliff, let's never leave it.That's the third, Mr.Hindley.The third or the twenty-third, bring me another.Wine is a mocker.Strong drink is raging, Master Hindley.Stop spouting scripture and do as you're told, you croaking old parrot.Yes, Master Hindley.Sit down, Cathy, till you're excused from the table.Joseph, fill Miss Cathy's glass.Oh, my little sister disapproves of drinking.Well, l know some people who don't.Heathcliff, saddle my horse.Be quick about it, you gypsy beggar.l told you to be quick.Look at this stable.lt's a pigsty.ls this the way you do your work?

Clean it up.l want this floor cleaned and scrubbed tonight.Don't stand there showing your teeth.Give me a hand up.l want your work done when l come back at dawn, do you hear?

Oh, you're hoping l won't come back.You're hoping l'll fall and break my neck, aren't you?

Aren't you?

Well, come on, Heathcliff.Heathcliff, where are you going?

Come back!

-Did Joseph see which way you came?Come with me now.-Where?Call off your dogs, you fools!

Stay where you are.There's nothing to be alarmed about.-Who is it?Let me go!Catherine Earnshaw, Father.-Who's this with her?Can't tell.Send Robert to get Dr.Kenneth in the shay.Hurry.-You'll pay for this!l won't go without Cathy.Father, please, she's in pain.Go on.Run away.Bring me back the world.-Pack this fellow off.Apologize to Mr.Linton at once.Bring in some tea, please.-Cathy.He was my friend long before you.-That blackguard?Stop calling those l love names!

Those you love?

Cathy, what possesses you? Do you realize the things you're saying?

l'm saying that l hate you.l hate the look of your milk-white face.l hate the touch of your soft, foolish hands.That gypsy's evil soul has got into you.-Yes, it's true!l can't.No matter what l ever do or say, this is me now.Standing on this hill with you.This is me forever.Come.When you went away, what did you do? Where did you go?

l went to Liverpool.One night l shipped for America on a brigantine going to New Orleans.We were held up by the tide, and l lay all night on the deck...thinking of you and the years and years ahead without you.l jumped overboard and swam ashore.l think l'd have died if you hadn't.You're not thinking of that other world now.Smell the heather.Fill my arms with heather.All they can hold.Come on.You're still my queen!

And as time went by...Cathy again was torn between her wild, uncontrollable passion for Heathcliff...and the new life she had found at the Grange...that she could not forget.l got the soap in my eyes!Where's the towel?

-Oh, it's hot!Don't do that!

Ellen, haven't you finished yet?

Supposing you're not ready when he gets here.Keep still.Any young man that will come sniveling back after the way you treated him...you can keep waiting forever.What's wrong with him, sending you perfume? Hasn't he any pride?

l sent my apologies, didn't l?

l can't believe this change in you, Miss Cathy.Yesterday you were a harum-scarum child with dirty hands and a willful heart.Look at you.Oh, you're lovely, Miss Cathy.Lovely.That's a very silly lie.l'm not lovely.What l am is very brilliant.lndeed?

lt enables me to be superior to myself.There's nothing to be gained by just looking pretty like lsabella.Every beauty mark must conceal a thought and every curl be full of humor...as well as brilliantine.as well as brilliantine.Such prattle.We--

Since when are you in the habit of entering my room, Heathcliff?

l want to talk to you.Go outside, Ellen.l will not!l take orders from Mistress Catherine, not stable boys.Go outside.All right, Ellen.Now that we're so happily alone, may l know to what l owe this great honor?

-He's coming here again.ls he coming here?

-Of course not.Please go away.Oh, l'm your Cathy?l will.Go away.This is my room, a lady's room, not a room for servants with dirty hands.Let me alone!

Yes.Tell the dirty stable boy to let go of you.He soils your pretty dress.But who soils your heart? Not Heathcliff!

Who turns you into a vain, cheap, worldly fool? Linton does!

You'll never love him, but you'll let yourself be loved to please your vanity.Loved by that milksop with buckles on his shoes!

Stop it and get out!

You had your chance to be something else.But thief or servant were all you were born to be, or beggar beside a road.Not earning favors, but whimpering for them with your dirty hands!

That's all l've become to you: a pair of dirty hands.Well, have them then!

Have them where they belong!

lt doesn't help to strike you.Good evening, Ellen.l hope l'm not too early.-Miss Cathy will be down in a minute.Yea, Lord.Spare the righteous and smite the ungodly.Stop your pratter.-Good night, Joseph.That l'd give him my answer tomorrow.Do you love him, Miss Cathy?

-Yes!Of course.Because he'll be rich someday.l'll be the finest lady in the county.Now tell me how you love him.l love the ground under his feet, the air above his head...and everything he touches.What about Heathcliff?

Oh, Heathcliff.He gets worse every day.lt would degrade me to marry him.l wish he hadn't come back.lt would be heaven to escape from this disorderly, comfortless place.Well, if Master Edgar and his charms and money...Well, if Master Edgar and his charms and money...and parties mean heaven to you...what's to keep you from taking your place among the Linton angels?

l don't think l belong in heaven.l dreamt once l was there.l dreamt l went to heaven, and it didn't seem to be my home.l broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth.The angels were so angry, they flung me out in the middle of the heath...on top of Wuthering Heights.l woke up sobbing with joy.That's it, Ellen!

l have no more business marrying Edgar than l have of being in heaven.But Ellen, what can l do?

You're thinking of Heathcliff.Who else?

He's sunk so low.He seems to take pleasure in being brutal.And yet...he's more myself than l am.Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.Linton's is as different as frost from fire.My one thought in living is Heathcliff.l am Heathcliff.Everything he's suffered, l've suffered.The little happiness he's ever known, l've had too.lf everything died and Heathcliff remained...life would still be full for me.Hey, Heathcliff!Where's thee going?

Heathcliff!Come back!

He must have been listening.-Listening to us?Last time he did!

This time he won't.l know him.-Which way did he go, Joseph?The fool.He should have known l love him.l love him!

Heathcliff, come back!

-Thank heaven you've come home!You've got to go out again!

Miss Cathy's gone!They're looking for her--Joseph, everybody!

-Gone where?Yes.Don't stand there with your mouth open.Fetch me a bottle and we'll celebrate.Master Hindley, she'll die on the moors.-You've got to help.Get a fire in the east room.And some brandy.Turn this around to the fire.-The brandy, Miss lsabella.The rocks on Penistone Crag...the life almost out of her.Twenty drops in a glass of claret, well warmed.Then add a lump of sugar.There's nothing else l can tell you...except keep her in the sun and give her plenty of cream and butter.ln another month you'll be feeling like new.-Good-bye, dear.Not since the delirium passed.Sometimes fever can heal as well as destroy.l made some inquiries in the village of the people who knew him.-What did you hear?Heaven hope.''...days and yon pursuits.''

-Hello, Edgar.Let me have a look at her.Where have you been all day? l've missed you.Oh, this time of year every tenant has something to complain about.l've been arguing with old Swithin...whether we'd build him a new pigsty.Yes?

He decided we should.l saw Hindley in the village this afternoon.He wanted to know when you'll be coming home.l wasn't very truthful.l told him Dr.Kenneth said it would be months.Give me that.lt's time for her medicine.What did Dr.Kenneth say?

Twenty lumps of sugar in a glass--No.l'll go and ask Ellen.Yes.Go and ask Ellen.She's such a darling.But you've all been so nice to me.That's all l think about, how nice you are to me.But still, l can't stay here forever.Why not, Cathy...if l can make you happy?

You have made me happy, Edgar.You've given me so much of your own self, your strength.Darling, let me take care of you forever.Let me guard you and love you always.Would you love me always?

Yes.lt's so easy to love you.Because l'm no longer wild and blackhearted and full of gypsy ways?

-No.l--Well, l'll go and dress for dinner.What's wrong with the dogs?

Probably a servant coming back from the village.l talked to Jeff Peters this afternoon about that new wing of ours.lt doesn't look as though we'll marry lsabella off for another decade.lt's a brother's duty to introduce your sister to some other type...than fops and pale young poets.-You want a dragoon?What is it?

Someone wishes to see you.-You sound as if it were a ghost.He wants to see you.Tell him--Tell him l'm not at home.Not at home, Cathy? To whom are you not at home?

lt's Heathcliff.Seems he's come back.Well, that's news.Where has he been?

America, he said.He's so changed l hardly recognized him.-For the better, l hope.Go tell him l don't wish to see him.Oh, nonsense, Cathy.We can't be as cruel as that.He's come a long way, and he's a fine gentleman, so Ellen says.Let's see how America's managed to make a silk purse out of Master Heathcliff.-Show him in.How are you?

Hello, Cathy.-l remember this room.Wait, Heathcliff.Edgar and l have many neighbors whom we receive with hospitality and friendship.lf you are to be one of them, you're welcome to visit our house...but not with a scowl on your face or an old bitterness in your heart.Thank you.lt occurs to me that l have not congratulated you on your marriage.l've often thought of it.Allow me to express my delight over your happiness now.Good night.-l think you behaved abominably.You could have been civil to him.l conducted myself perfectly, and so did Cathy.-You dismissed him like a servant.l hope l misunderstood you.lt's impossible my sister could think of Heathcliff...as anything but a surly, dressed-up beggar, a lout and a boor.l shall make sure that you never see him again.Now go to dinner.Joseph.Yes, Master Hindley?

-Where's the key?A bad night, you call it?

How can l stay sober with that vulture's beak inside me?

He stabbed me in the dark.He robbed me of my home and gold.-Where's the wine?Get him what he wants.Dr.Kenneth has forbid it.What difference to the world whether he's drunk or sober?

Or to Dr.Kenneth? Do as l tell you.Get out.lt's too early in the morning to look on the devil.Your ingratitude makes me almost sad.All l have done to you is to enable you to be yourself.My money has helped you drink and gamble and enjoy the world as you wished.Now that you're without a home l remember that you gave me...a place to sleep when you might've turned me out.l allow you to remain...and even provide you with solace...against the doctor's orders.l'll have Wuthering Heights back.l'll be master here, and l'll turn you out as l should have done years ago.We're just in time, Joseph.Mr.Hindley is beginning to whine and stutter.He needs fire in his veins--

a little courage with which to face his unhappy life.l'll have my gold, and l'll have your blood, and hell can have your soul!

Laugh now, Heathcliff.There's no laughter in hell.All you have to do is to shoot.They'll thank me for it.The world will say l did right ridding it of a rotten gypsy beggar!

Yes!They'll say that.Shoot, and you'll be master here again.The whole county will resound with your courage.Go on, shoot, you puling chicken of a man...with not enough blood in you to keep your hand steady!

You remember that time you hit me with a rock?

The times you shamed and flogged me as your stable boy?

You were a coward then, and you're a coward now.Take him out.Find someplace for him to sleep.Aye.l'll put him to bed.Not in the master's room.l'm master here now.-His pistol.What is it?

-A lady to see you.Yes.That was very wise.Shall we look at the animal?

That isn't necessary.l've put him in the stables.He's being taken care of.l see.Won't you come in?

Get on with your work.l was furious with my brother, and Cathy too.l told them so.l thought they acted most shamefully.Let me give you a chair.Your brother didn't send you with these apologies?

Oh, no.He's forbidden me to--

To speak to me?

Yes.And Mrs.Linton?

She's also very angry with you.So in all the county you are my only friend.l would like to be.Well, let us celebrate our new friendship by a gallop over the moors.Oh, but my horse is lame.My dear, your horse is not lame, and it never was.You came to see me because you are lonely...because it is lonely sitting like an outsider...in so happy a house as your brother's--

lonely riding on the moors with no one at your side.You won't be lonely anymore.Good evening, sir.Good evening, Ellen.l was afraid you wouldn't come.Tonight would've been ruined if you hadn't.Good heavens.ls that Heathcliff?

Yes, it is.l can't believe it.Cathy having him here--

Not Cathy.lt's my sister.lt's just a young girl's fancy, but one must not inflame it...with too much opposition, but let it spend itself harmlessly in a few dances.Madam Eilers is going to play the harpsichord.Come and sit down.l shall let you hold my hand underneath my fan.Thank you very much.Oh, it's a waltz.Heathcliff, will you?

You see, we can hold each other, and no one can object...because that's the way it's danced.That's the way gypsies dance.l'm surprised to see such abandoned ways creep into so fine a house.Father used to say it'd undermine the whole of society...and turn us into profligates.-May l have the pleasure?Of course.l'm ready.You're not dancing this dance.Thank you.l'm nearly exhausted.Will the moonlight and a breath of air refresh you?

Always.Excuse me, please.Are you enjoying yourself, Heathcliff?

l've had the pleasure of watching you.You're very grand, Heathcliff.So handsome.Looking at you tonight l could not help but remember how things used to be.They used to be better.Don't pretend life hasn't improved for you.Life has ended for me.How can you stand here beside me and pretend not to remember?

Not to know that my heart is breaking for you?

That your face is the wonderful light burning in all this darkness?

Heathcliff, no.l forbid it.You forbid what your heart says?

-lt's saying nothing.What about, Cathy?

-About Heathcliff.ln what way? lt was bad enough your asking him here, but to make a spectacle of yourself.Catherine, be careful of what you say.You fool.You vain little fool.l'll not be silent any longer.l'm going to tell the truth.-Let me go.lt's a lie.lt's not a lie.He's told me so.He's kissed me.He's held me in his arms.He's told me that he loves me.-l'm going to your brother.Mistress Cathy, l mean.Mr.Hindley's away.lt's Mr.Heathcliff l wish to see.Oh.Oh, aye.l'll try and find him.Leave us, Joseph.What brings you to Wuthering Heights?

Does Edgar know? l doubt he'd approve.Heathcliff, is it true?

-ls what true?Then punish me!

l'm going to, when l take her in my arms--

when l promise her life and happiness.lf there's anything human left in you, don't do this.Don't make me a partner to such a crime.lt's stupid.lt's mad.lf you ever looked at me with what is in you, l'd be your slave.lf your heart were stronger than your fear of God and the world...l would live silently contented in your shadow.But no.You must destroy us both with that weakness you call virtue.You must keep me tormented with that cruelty you think so pious.You've been smug and pleased with my vile love of you, haven't you?

After this, you won't think of me as Cathy's foolish and despairing lover.You'll think of me as lsabella's husband...and be glad for my happiness...as l was for yours.-Drive to the village.Get Mr.Linton.Going after them is useless.We must go after them while there's still time.They mustn't marry.Don't disturb yourself.There's nothing l can do.But you must, Edgar.Get your pistols.Go after them.Kill him!

But stop them from marrying.This marriage cannot be, do you hear? lt must--

And so Heathcliff and lsabella were married.Many months later at Wuthering Heights...during one of Dr.Kenneth's increasingly rare visits--

Why don't you hit yourself over the head with a hammer...the instant you get up in the morning?

-Why?l forbade you to speak about him.-Stop it, you hear me?l'm delighted with your improvement.Some heather.There's a beautiful patch near the castle.l want some from there.Near the castle? What castle, darling?

The castle on the moors, Edgar.Go there, please.There's no castle on the moors, darling.There is.lt's on the hill...beyond Wuthering Heights.-You mean Penistone Crag.Very dear.-Sleep, darling.Robert!

Get my horse ready.l'm going to Dr.Kenneth.Be quick.Yes, sir.Come here.l was dreaming...you might come before l died.You might come and scowl at me once more.Oh, Heathcliff...how strong you look.How many years do you mean to live after l'm gone?

Don't--

Don't let me go.lf l could only hold you till we were both dead.Will you forget me when l'm in the earth?

l could as soon forget you as my own life.Cathy, if you die--

Poor Heathcliff.Come.Let me feel how strong you are.Strong enough to bring us both back to life, Cathy, if you want to live.No, Heathcliff.l want to die.Oh, Cathy.Why did you kill yourself?

Hold me.Just hold me.No, l'll not comfort you.My tears don't love you, Cathy.They blight and curse and damn you.Heathcliff, don't break my heart.Oh, Cathy, l never broke your heart.You broke it.You loved me!

What right to throw love away for the poor fancy thing you felt for him?

For a handful of worldliness?

Misery, death and all the evils God and man could've handed down...would never have parted us.You did that alone.You wandered off...like a wanton, greedy child...to break your heart and mine.Heathcliff, forgive me.We have so little time.Oh, Cathy.Cathy, your wasted hands.Kiss me again.Heathcliff, he's coming.Mr.Linton.For heaven's sake, go!Only be quick!

lt's the last time.l won't go, Cathy.l'm here.l'll never leave you again.l told you, Ellen, when he went away, that night in the rain--

l told you l belonged to him, that he was my life, my being.Don't listen to her ravings.lt's true.l'm yours, Heathcliff.l've never been anyone else's.She doesn't know what she's saying.You can still get out.Go before they get here.Take me to the window.Let me look at the moors with you once more.My darling.Once more.How beautiful the day is.Can you see the crag...over there where our castle is?

l'll wait for you...till you come.Leave her alone.She's mine.She's mine now.Miss Cathy.Oh, my wild heart.

第二篇：呼啸山庄英文读后感

Wuthering Heights

Wuthering Heights is Emily Bronte's only novel.and was first published in 1847.It is not narrated by the author directly but firstly narrated by Ellen(Nelly)Dean who is the housekeeper of Wuthering Heights.The main characters of this novel are Heathcliff and Catherine.Except them,there are also several secondary characters such as Hindly Earnshaw、Edgar Linton、Isabella Linton、Catherine Linton and Hereton Earnshaw.This novel mainly narrated the love between Healthcliff and Catherine,the hatred between Healthcliff and Hindly.Heathcliff was adopted by Catherine's father Mr Earnshaw when he was a child,during their childhood.Hindly,who is Catherine's brother,always asked Heathcliff to do many hard works ,laughed at him , teased him and kooked down upon him.While his sister Catherine loves Heathcliff ,they had a secret“palace”on the hill.Unfortunately,when they all grew up ,Catherine met Linton,who was the lord of Thrushcross Gange,he was not only very handsome but also very gentle and most importantly,he loved Catherine ,too.Facing the preventing of his brother and considering Healthcliff's condiction,Catherine choose to marry Linton.In fact,she wanted to marry Heathcilff.It maked Healthcliff decide to go to another place to make money and then come back to revenge everybody who have ever prevent he marry Catherine.Several years later,he came back,in order to revenge Linton,he married Linton's sister Isabella and tormented her everyday.One day he was informed that Catherine would die,he went to see her,she has born a little girl but she died.Healthcliff was extremely sad.It added his hatred towards Linton and Hindly.After both of them died,Heathcliff adopted their daughter Little Catherine and Hereton.He treated Hereton in the same way of Hindy had ever used and forced Catherine married his own ill son.He became the owner of Wuthering Heights and Thrushcross Grange and inherited the property of both of them.Soon,his son died ,and Catherine became a young widow.little Catherine and Hereton loves each other,but Heathcliff did not allow them become couple.But when he saw little Catherine's eyes,he thought Catherine, at last,he allowed them marry.I get two kinds of ideas of this novel after I read it.One is about the choice of Catherine.She loves Heathcliff but she chose another man.In fact,we have to face many choices during our lives.In most cases,it is difficult and impossible for us to make a perfect choice in that when we chose this one we have to quit others.There is no choice in the world always being right or wrong,we often make a choice according to our needs or interests.While ,sometimes,we have to make choices based on others attitudes,it is because that we dare not to be criticized by the public or do not want to bear the responsibility of the choice we chose.What should we do when we have to make a choice?In my opinion,we should make a choice that we will not regret later and we mostly want to chose.The second idea is about hatred of Heathcliff..Most of his life were spent revenging others,in fact he was not happy at all,although he succeeded in revenging the persons he hated,he got nothing at all at last, except hatred.When we are hurt by someone,what we should do is not to think of some ways to revenge them but to ignore their faults and concentrate on more important things.A person who just knows hatred will never feel happy and will lose his or her own aim of life.2007年3月30号

看着手上玩具的价签，萨迪·奥康奈尔暗笑了一下。“他们拿什么塞满这玩意儿？钞票吗？”她把玩具扔回了货架，转向了身边那个高个长腿女人，“你打算送萨姆什么生日礼物呢？”

她这位最好的朋友她咧嘴笑了一下。“我能送他什么？你的孩子什么也不缺呀。” “别这么说，我的朋友。”

但是利亚说得没错。萨迪和菲利普真是太过分宠溺萨姆了。也难怪，生萨姆之前，他们可是盼星星盼月亮似地盼了很长时间的孩子，至少萨迪是这样的。在经历了两次流产之后，萨姆的降生无疑就成了一个奇迹，一个值得他们千般宠爱的奇迹。利亚大叫起来，“天啊，这里简直就是个动物园。”

埃德蒙顿玩具区挤满了热情高涨的顾客。每年春天里的第一个打折促销季，人们总会成群结队地赶来购物。神经紧绷的父母们拥进玩具商店，偶尔会拍一下任性的孩子——就像拍打一只盯着烧烤架的讨厌的小黄蜂。一位苦恼的父亲满通道里找寻自己的儿子，很明显，孩子趁他一转身的工夫，就溜走了。每个通道里，都有父母在喊叫自己的孩子，他们威胁孩子，哄他们，祈求他们，最终还是会缴械投降。

“那是谁把动物们放出来的呢？”萨迪说，环顾了一下店里。

购物车轮子发出的尖锐刺耳声，交织着走累了的小宝宝们此起彼伏的哭闹声，这一切都让她感到头疼，她但愿自己呆在家里没有出来。

“抱歉。”

一个胖胖的女人，满头卷发已然褪色，她满脸歉意地看了一眼萨迪，然后从她俩中间挤了过去。女人推着辆婴儿车，里面坐着个外国小人儿尖声哭叫着。刚走了几英尺，她就停下来，弯腰擦掉了小孩嘴角流出来的东西，看起来像是凝固的大米布丁。

萨迪转向利亚说：“谢天谢地，萨姆已经过了这个阶段。”

马上就六岁的萨姆是她的掌上明珠。实际上，简直就是她的宝山。萨姆是个十足的淘气鬼，身材瘦长，有着乱蓬蓬的黑发，宝石蓝的眼睛和漂亮的弓唇。萨姆长得像极了母亲，又有与父亲截然相反的脾气。他性情温和柔顺，充满爱心，而父亲菲利普则缺少耐性，为人冷淡，淡到几乎不说“我爱你”之类的话。她盯着结婚戒指想：我们怎么了？

但实际她知道发生什么事了。作为一名辩护律师，菲利普的事业非常成功，滚滚而来的金钱与名利已经冲昏了他的头脑。他变了，不再是她所爱的那个男人和梦想家了。取而代之的是一个她几乎不认识的陌生人，一个有了孩子却觉得根本不想要孩子的陌生人。也许对妻子也一样。

“这个怎么样？”利亚问，用肘轻轻推了她一下。

萨迪看了眼那个黄色的翻斗车，上面装满了毛茸茸的蝙蝠。她想萨姆肯定会觉得这个很好玩。

她的儿子迷恋于蝙蝠，几乎到了可笑的地步。他总是将家里的电视机转到探索频道上，不断地搜索着关于这些毛皮动物的节目。

“菲利普这个家伙送什么给他？”利亚冷冷地问道。“一组新的跳蛙模型”

“我简直不能相信小孩子能做那个。” 撒地笑了笑说：“我也觉得难以置信。”

萨姆的脑子就像个海绵一样，他吸收信息非常的快，简直是过目不忘。他有很强的观察力，只是看过萨迪怎么开门，他就学会了，为此菲利普不得不在门上另加了一个门栓。三岁时，萨姆已经学会了使用遥控器和DVD播放器，而萨迪连开电视机都还有些困难。萨姆，我的宝贝，聪明的小天才。

“也许我会给他买部电影，”利亚说，“《蝙蝠侠5：开战时刻》怎么样？” “他马上才6岁，不是16岁。” “哦，我可不懂，我又没有孩子。”

34岁的利亚·温特斯是个苗条迷人的女子，有着黑色的头发和深色的皮肤。她有着热情多面的气质，浓密的眼睫毛掩映着淡褐色的眼睛, 笑意里有透着性感，喜欢年轻男子。相比之下，萨迪的脸色苍白，鼻梁和脸蛋上还有着点点雀斑，而利亚那晒成了棕褐色的肤色，则显得干净透亮。

八年来，她是萨迪最好的朋友，俩人算是知心姐妹了。有次，她心血来潮给萨迪发了封邮件，咨询有关写作和出版的事情。她们约定在“图书之尾”见面，那是埃德蒙顿一家很受欢迎的书店，利亚以为她们只是去喝杯速溶咖啡而已。结果俩人却十分投机，很快就热络起来，几乎聊了将近五个小时。开始利亚还以为萨迪是个自命不凡的作家，不可能把白天的时间浪费在她身上，结果萨迪却给了她更多的时间，甚至把心都掏给她了。后来俩人还经常以此开玩笑。

那个通道里，有个健壮英俊，长相酷似科林·法瑞尔男子从他们身边经过，利亚从后面一直盯着他，那眼神都开始放光。

“我会抓到这样一个家伙的，”她低低咕哝了一句，“走着瞧吧。” “在玩具店里，你可找不到命中的另一半，”萨迪冷冷地说，“这里的男人一般都是有主的人了。我也不觉得你在卡玛里能找到他。”

克拉伯卡玛是怀特大街上一家有名的夜总会。它鼓吹自己有埃德蒙顿最好的女士之夜，有靠类固醇变身肌肉男的脱衣舞者。利亚是那里的常客。“为什么找不到？”

萨迪眨了眨眼睛。“因为卡玛里满是浑身汗臭、浅薄自负的年轻人，他们只对一件事情感兴趣。”

利亚白了她一眼。

“他们只想和你上床，”利亚补充说，“老实说，我不知道你在那个地方看到了什么。” “什么，你是个傻子吗？”利亚拱起了眉，笑得有些过分。“我可是把它当做我的公民责任。肯定有人在告诉这些年轻的家伙怎么做。” “也应该有人教教菲利普。”萨迪咕哝道。“怎么了？他不行吗？” “天哪，利亚！” “恩？你就承认吧。”

“等一下。我们歇会，喝杯咖啡吧。” 利亚看了一眼手表。“还去老地方吗？”

“当然。你觉得维克多能原谅我们去了别的咖啡馆吗？”

利亚咯咯地笑了。“不，如果我们当了叛徒，他会克扣我们的奶油。哎，你想好给萨姆买什么了吗？”

“看见合适的就买。我等着上天的启示。” “你就迷信命运这个东西。”

萨迪耸耸肩，“有时候你不得不信这种事情。”

她们继续沿着通道往前走，俩人都在为她们所认识的那个最可爱的孩子寻找礼物。当萨迪看到了一个她确定萨姆会喜欢的礼物时，叫了一声，看了利亚一眼，一副“我说会如此”的表情。

“这辆自行车棒极了。星期一才是他的生日，到时候我再给他。反正星期一的生日聚会上他会收到很多礼物。”

但她不知道的是，萨姆根本看不到这辆自行车的。他没法拿到这辆自行车了。

∞ ∞ ∞

“整整两周没看见你了，”维克多·关说，“再多一天我就要打911了。”

“这周很忙啊，”萨迪边回答，边把钱包放在了柜台上，“生意怎么样，维克多？” “又一次寒流，生意不错。”

这个年轻的中国男人是一杯卡布奇诺咖啡馆的老板，这家咖啡馆与萨迪的家只隔着几个街区。咖啡馆里有燃气壁炉，轻松的氛围，当地的音乐家们，像杰西.格林和亚莉克希亚.梅尔尼恰克也经常光顾此处。维克多不仅能提供最好的自制汤和乳酪凯撒沙拉，摩卡拿铁咖啡的味道也堪称绝妙。

利亚直奔洗手间。“你知道我要什么。” 萨迪点了一份沙伊，一份摩卡。

“你看到今天早上的大雾了吧？”维克多问道。

“看到了，我冒着大雾开车送萨姆去学校，几乎看不见我前面的车。” 她颤抖了一下，维克多关心地看着她。

“有猫走过你家墓地了还是怎么着？”他问道。“没，我只是讨厌冬天。”

她从书架上拿了一份报纸，走到楼上。壁炉边的沙发还空着，她坐到那里，把报纸扔在了桌子上。

头版的大标题让她倒吸一口凉气。“大雾再次来袭。” 她感到呼吸紧蹙。“上帝呀，不要再来一场大雾了。”

一张照片占据了头版的位置，照片里是一个坐在混凝土台阶上的金发、蓝眼睛的女孩。她是八岁的科特涅·邦妮克，来自埃德蒙顿北部地区，已经失踪。报上说，这个女孩是午夜失踪的，家里没有暴力闯入的迹象，也没有证据能显示是谁带走了他。但是调查人员确信，疑犯肯定就是带走其他孩子的同一个人。

萨迪把报纸翻到了第三版，报道在这里继续写下去。她很同情那个女孩的父亲。他是个单身爸爸，离开安大略省，在埃德蒙顿工程施工处找了份工作。马修·邦妮克到这里来是为了生活能够好点。在房地产市场火爆的情况下，这是个很不错的决定。但是现在马修只是希望自己的女儿能够平安归来。

“你的咖啡。”维克多说着，在桌子上放下了两个杯子。“多谢。”她说，头也没有抬起来。

她的眼睛紧紧地盯着邦妮克和他父亲那张更小的照片。他个男人笑得很灿烂，她的女儿则吐着舌头，摆了一个傻傻的姿势。

“爸爸的小女儿。”萨迪悲伤地想。

利亚一屁股坐在了她旁边的椅子上。“这个大块头是谁呀？” “他的女儿昨晚被劫走了。” “太可怕了。”

“是呀。”萨迪说，边端起杯子轻轻抿了一口。“有目击者吗？” “没有，”她盯着利亚说，“除了大雾。” “难不成他们以为是大雾?”

萨迪浏览了一下那篇报道，“目前还没有人要赎金，听起来真的像是雾干的。” “见鬼，一共失踪了„„什么„„6个孩子？” “7个。三个男孩，四个女孩。”

“又要有一个男孩失踪了。”利亚的声音里透着恐惧。

绑匪知道，大雾总是在死寂的夜晚或黎明时分，披着浓密的雾衣，悄悄潜来。他也把自己伪装得跟雾气一样，让猎物无法察觉。来无踪，无无影。他抓走了孩子们的灵魂，盗走了父母们的希望与梦想。在过去四年，每年春天都要失踪一个男孩，一个女孩。

萨迪翻着报纸。“我们换个话题吧。”

她扫视了一眼屋子里，发现维克多有着形形色色的顾客。楼上的角落里，坐着三个十几岁的男孩在打扑克，还有一个男孩站在边上观战，每次一有朋友赢了，他就会高声叫喊。萨迪对面坐着一个红发女子，穿淡紫色运动衫，在笔记本电脑的键盘上奋力敲打着，不时地停下来厌恶地白一眼那些吵吵闹闹的男孩。在楼下，一位常客——老拉菲正在从头至尾地读每一份报纸。每看完一页，他就呷一口自己的黑咖啡。

“那么„„”利亚翘起了修长的双腿，拉长了声调说，“避孕丸菲利普怎么样了？” 萨迪神色黯然。“我也想知道他怎么了。他说他整夜整夜都在公司工作。” “然后你就想他在到处鬼混？是不是？” 利亚说话总是直来直去，任何事情都不例外。“也许他只是在辛苦地工作。”利亚说。

萨迪摇摇头，“今天他是凌晨两点回来的，整个人香气、酒气熏天。”

“他的公司不是正在做那个油井的案子吗？我打赌肯定所有的合伙人都在熬夜。” 萨迪哼了一声，“也包括布丽奇特·莫瑞。”

布丽奇特是菲利普的得力女助手，他经常提起这个女人。可见这个新人在弗莱明·沃纳律师事务所的重要性。这个身材苗条、肤色白皙、胸部明显花钱整过金发女律师从来不离菲利普的左右。

萨迪好奇布丽奇特要上厕所时会怎么做。“可能根本没那回事。”利亚说。

“就是的。我在派对后的讨论会上看到他们俩在一起，没瞎说他们。布丽奇特挽着菲利普的胳膊，就好像她拥有菲利普一样。而菲利普则在笑着，跟她咬耳朵。”她咬咬嘴唇，“他的合伙人都同情地看着我，可怜我。我在他们的脸上能看到这种表情。甚至连他们都知道这事。”

利亚赶紧打断她，“你跟他挑明了吗？” “我问她是不是又在到处鬼混了。” 就在萨姆出生之间，菲利普承认出有个两次婚外情。据他说，两次都是办公室调情。“都没什么。”并且菲利普还把责任都推给怀孕的她，说她性趣索然。

“他怎么说？”利亚问，像极了斗牛犬垂涎欲滴地盯着丁骨牛排。

“没什么。他只是暴怒着冲出了屋子。在你来之前，他从公司给我打了电话，说我很荒谬，我对他的指责既伤害了他，又不公平。”她放低了声音，“他问我是不是又喝酒了。”

“真是个混蛋。这下你知道我为什么还在单身了吧。”

第三篇：呼啸山庄英文读后感

呼啸山庄英文读后感

In this summer, I read another book Wuthering Heights.Wuthering Heights is written by Emily Bronte.After reading that book, the love and the hatred between Catherine and Heath Cliff still linger in my head.The story begun with a mistake that made by Lockwood, a temporary resident.He is seeking shelter from the blizzard he staggers through the door of Wuthering Heights, finding the atmosphere inside is just as cold as ice.The master of the house, Heath Cliff, provides a bed reluctantly and it seems like that he feels ill at ease with his visitor’s coming.There's a sad tale behind his indifference, one which the elderly housekeeper Nelly Dean is happy to share.Forty years ago, Wuthering Heights was filled with light, warmth and happiness.Mr.Earnshaw, a congenial gentleman farmer, lives happily with his boisterous children Cathy and Hindley.However, being a kind and generous fellow, he can't help rescuing a poor starving wretch off of the streets of Liverpool, a gypsy child named Heath Cliff.In time Heath Cliff becomes one of the family, loved by all people except Hindley，the son of Mr.Earnshaw.Cathy is an especially good childhood friend, spending many a happy day playing on the moor with Heath Cliff.Unfortunately Mr.Earnshaw dies suddenly;Hindley is able to express his enmity with damning cruelty.In order to air his grievance, he reduced Heath Cliff to a servant.Later, Catherine is forced to marry Edgar.Heath Cliff’s heart is broken, so he leaves Wuthering Heights.After three years, he comes back to Wuthering Heights with wealth.Catherine has married Edgar, but not happiness.Heath Cliff begins to revenge crazily.He takes away Hindley’s belongings by gambling.Then, Hindley gets drunk and die, his son Hareton became slaves.Heath Cliff also marries Edgar's sister Isabella deliberately and persecute her in all the ways.Catherine is miserable inside and then dies of dystocia.Ten years later, Heath Cliff makes Edgar’ daughter Catherine marry to his dying son Linton.Edgar and small Linton dies, Heath Cliff owes Edgar’s property finally.Heath Cliff revenges successfully, but he couldn’t stop missing the dead Catherine, and then he dies.Small Catherine and Hareton inherit all the property and they finally fall in love with each other.Actually, there isn’t such a character that I really like in Wuthering Heights.Every character seems teemed with agony and animosity, especially Heath Cliff.Heath Cliff is an orphan before Mr.Earnshaw adopts him, and in the novel, Mr.Earnshaw treats Heath Cliff even nicer than his own son, Hindley Earnshaw.It’s quite amazing that in spite of Earnshaw’s nice treatment, Heath Cliff has no gratitude at all, he revenged Hindley and Catherine, even their heirs.After reading Heath Cliff’s story, my feeling is complicated, although he is the avenger who dominate the whole story by using his vengeful machinations, he is also the most pitiful guy in Wuthering Heights;he doesn’t know what is love and don’t know how to love.Heath Cliff has lived with the Earnshaws for more than 10 years, but there is no attachment between him and the whole family except Catherine.However, even Catherine was died because of Heath Cliff’s torture.When he is torturing others, he is also giving himself a suffering.Catherine, the heroine in the book, is described as a capricious and selfish girl.She is just like Heath Cliff, doesn’t know how to love at all.Anyway, Wuthering Heights left an indelible impression on me, cold and withering.However, at the end of the book, the author shows us that the human being’s kindness is not diminished at Wuthering heights, even though the wind can break off a tree, that doesn’t mean it can break off the whole forest.Even though hatred destroyed Heath Cliff, Catherine, Edgar and Elizabeth’s happiness, that doesn’t mean Cathy and Hareton’s happiness.

第四篇：《呼啸山庄》英文读后感

《呼啸山庄》英文读后感

《呼啸山庄》英文读后感 1

After reading the masterpiece, Wuthering Heights, gave me a kind of depression and made me unable to understand what is love on earth. Everyone who read it would be touched and moved.

According to his novel we can get conclusion that In material desires dominate society. Money is everything. There are no love friendship and relationship between people.

This novel also reflected that what kind of social background the author suffered.Anyways, Wuthering Heights gave me a torment, you can’t see any warm scene in the book, all you see is the fierce wind howled, and wild moor. However, at the end, the combination between Hareton and Cathy seems a hopeful light in the darkness, and the break of the day finally coming!

Many times in life, people leave our lives and then come back into them. However, we remember them, but they do not remember us. The same thing happened in Emily Bront's book Wuthering Heights. Linton, taken by his mother to London after his birth, never knew his father, then when things happened, he came back home. He had family fighting over where he was to live and whom he would be around. Not knowing part of your family until after you are fifteen is hard.

Isabella took her son, after he was born, and moved to London away from Thrushcross Grange. At the same time, she moved away from her husband, Heathcliff. During the time that Isabella and Linton were gone, Isabella got sick and passed away. Right before her death, a letter came saying that she was dying so Hindley went to visit her. While he was there, she did passed on so he brought Linton back with him. Once back, everyone looked after him and made him feel at home.

Heathcliff soon came to the knowledge that his son had returned to Wuthering Heights. He then sent someone to Wuthering Heights to get Linton. However, he did not know that Linton was already asleep so he did not get the boy that night. The next day the boy was taken to Heathcliff at Thrushcross Grange. The father and son were nothing alike, and Linton was intimidated by his father. He did stay, and meet some of his relatives that he had never seen, who helped him adjust to living there.

Everyday in our lives we run into situations that we wish we had never been involved with. I relate to the characters of Linton and Heathcliff. I am like Linton because people know who I am, but I never remember meeting them, and am scared around them. I also feel the same as Hindly might have of. This is because I would want to see the person I did not know, but then I would not know how to cat around them. In time people come around, but others, as with Heathcliff and Linton, never come around. Everyday life is something we take for granted. No matter how you feel, you may never come to understand it, till you find someone else in the same situation. The above described situation only gives one instance of the many situations in Emily Bront's book, Wuthering Heights, were you could relate your life to someone else Wuthering Heights 's. This book gives the true facts about what family life is really like. Anyway,it's worth reading .

《呼啸山庄》英文读后感 2

Published in 1847, WUTHERING HEIGHTS was not well received by the reading public, many of whom condemned it as sordid, vulgar, and unnatural–and author Emily Bronte went to her grave in 1848 believing that her only novel was a failure. It was not until 1850, when WUTHERING HEIGHTS received a second printing with an introduction by Emily’s sister Charlotte, that it attracted a wide readership. And from that point the reputation of the book has never looked back. Today it is widely recognized as one of the great novels of English literature.

Even so, WUTHERING HEIGHTS continues to divide readers. It is not a pretty love story; rather, it is swirling tale of largely unlikeable people caught up in obsessive love that turns to dark madness. It is cruel, violent, dark and brooding, and many people find it extremely unpleasant. And yet–it possesses a grandeur of language and design, a sense of tremendous pity and great loss that sets it apart from virtually every other novel written.

The novel is told in the form of an extended flashback. After a visit to his strange landlord, a newcomer to the area desires to know the history of the family–which he receives from Nelly Deans, a servant who introduces us to the Earnshaw family who once resided in the house known as Wuthering Heights. It was once a cheerful place, but Old Earnshaw adopted a “Gipsy” child who he named Heathcliff. And Catherine, daughter of the house, found in him the perfect companion: wild, rude, and as proud and cruel as she. But although Catherine loves him, even recognizes him as her soulmate, she cannot lower herself to marry so far below her social station. She instead marries another, and in so doing sets in motion an obsession that will destroy them all.

WUTHERING HEIGHTS is a bit difficult to “get into;” the opening chapters are so dark in their portrait of the end result of this obsessive love that they are somewhat off-putting. But they feed into the flow of the work in a remarkable way, setting the stage for one of the most remarkable structures in all of literature, a story that circles upon itself in a series of repetitions as it plays out across two generations. Catherine and Heathcliff are equally remarkable, both vicious and cruel, and yet never able to shed their impossible love no matter how brutally one may wound the other.

As the novel coils further into alcoholism, seduction, and one of the most elaborately imagined plans of revenge it gathers into a ghostly tone: Heathcliff, driven to madness by a woman who is not there but who seems reflected in every part of his world–dragging her corpse from the grave, hearing her calling to him from the moors, escalating his brutality not for the sake of brutality but so that her memory will never fade, so that she may never leave his mind until death itself. Yes, this is madness, insanity, and there is no peace this side of the grave or even beyond.

It is a stunning novel, frightening, inexorable, unsettling, filled with unbridled passion that makes one cringe. Even if you do not like it, you should read it at least once–and those who do like it will return to it again and again.

《呼啸山庄》英文读后感 3

Published in 1847， WUTHERING HEIGHTS was not well received by the reading public， many of whom condemned it as sordid， vulgar， and unnatural–and author Emily Bronte went to her grave in 1848 believing that her only novel was a failure。 It was not until 1850， when WUTHERING HEIGHTS received a second printing with an introduction by Emily’s sister Charlotte， that it attracted a wide readership。 And from that point the reputation of the book has never looked back。 Today it is widely recognized as one of the great novels of English literature。

Even so， WUTHERING HEIGHTS continues to divide readers。 It is not a pretty love story; rather， it is swirling tale of largely unlikeable people caught up in obsessive love that turns to dark madness。 It is cruel， violent， dark and brooding， and many people find it extremely unpleasant。 And yet–it possesses a grandeur of language and design， a sense of tremendous pity and great loss that sets it apart from virtually every other novel written。

The novel is told in the form of an extended flashback。 After a visit to his strange landlord， a newcomer to the area desires to know the history of the family–which he receives from Nelly Deans， a servant who introduces us to the Earnshaw family who once resided in the house known as Wuthering Heights。 It was once a cheerful place， but Old Earnshaw adopted a “Gipsy” child who he named Heathcliff。 And Catherine， daughter of the house， found in him the perfect companion: wild， rude， and as proud and cruel as she。 But although Catherine loves him， even recognizes him as her soulmate， she cannot lower herself to marry so far below her social station。 She instead marries another， and in so doing sets in motion an obsession that will destroy them all。

WUTHERING HEIGHTS is a bit difficult to “get into;” the opening chapters are so dark in their portrait of the end result of this obsessive love that they are somewhat off-putting。 But they feed into the flow of the work in a remarkable way， setting the stage for one of the most remarkable structures in all of literature， a story that circles upon itself in a series of repetitions as it plays out across two generations。 Catherine and Heathcliff are equally remarkable， both vicious and cruel， and yet never able to shed their impossible love no matter how brutally one may wound the other。

As the novel coils further into alcoholism， seduction， and one of the most elaborately imagined plans of revenge it gathers into a ghostly tone: Heathcliff， driven to madness by a woman who is not there but who seems reflected in every part of his world–dragging her corpse from the grave， hearing her calling to him from the moors， escalating his brutality not for the sake of brutality but so that her memory will never fade， so that she may never leave his mind until death itself。 Yes， this is madness， insanity， and there is no peace this side of the grave or even beyond。

It is a stunning novel， frightening， inexorable， unsettling， filled with unbridled passion that makes one cringe。 Even if you do not like it， you should read it at least once–and those who do like it will return to it again and again。

《呼啸山庄》英文读后感 4

I read Wuthering heights twice, for the first time like reading other books caocao, swallow jujube, fog in the cloud, don 't understand its meaning. The second time had to helplessly read again, in a word, carefully, this just read the taste. Here, I have to admit that Emily Bronte is indeed a genius writer, her talent is no less than any famous or unknown writer since literature. Although Emily only spent 30 short spring and autumn in this world, but this is unusual. She had never stepped out of the town where she was born, but her sky was wider and deeper than anyone else. As one of the famous Bronte sisters, she deserves the name. Her poems are vast blue, give a person with courage and strength, the only novel “ Wuthering heights” is pure white, quiet and peaceful, and will generate out of different passion - emotion, to fanaticism and agitation, as if the extreme white, but both colors are so clean and pure.

The love in Wuthering heights is so special that it is different from the love created in any novel so far. This “ Emily” type of love is so sincere, frank, never half of the wriggle and feminine affections. Only such feelings, is really from the heart of the people, is from the human nature. Interwoven in all of this, is so naked, no half of the prison, also never thought of the prison. This is the world 's most real erotic portrayal, Emily never put it on the so-called “ literary coat”. Emily shaped the protagonists, love is so strong, beyond everything, even the distance between life and death. The depth of love, the pain. Skriv' s hatred is so strong, real and powerful. This desire for revenge, strong enough to destroy everything around him. The fire of vengeance burned the feud between the two families. When Catherine died, he was so miserable. Catherine took his love and everything. Although he is still alive, but and death. He even got so much, but still not enough to fill his loss, the trauma of his heart. Because Catherine is dead, his life is meaningless. When he calls his lover day and night like a ghost, he is no longer available. He tormented others, also all the time not to hurt his body. His revenge, he got so many people 's property, but he lost the last pillar to support their survival, so, at this moment, he died.

In Skriv and the hero of this generation, love is always stronger than hate, emotion always above and reason, so they are easy to crazy, but let a person respect. Their next generation - that kind of reason than emotional love, compared to them, is how pale, much less. Emily 's advanced writing techniques, coupled with this wonderful literary thinking, no wonder people will be the unique book as “ the only outstanding work is not covered by the dust of time”.

《呼啸山庄》英文读后感 5

Published in 1847, WUTHERING HEIGHTS was not well received bythe reading public, many of whom condemned it as sordid, vulgar,and unnatural--and author Emily Bronte went to her grave in 1848believing that her only novel was a failure. It was not until 1850,when WUTHERING HEIGHTS received a second printing with anintroduction by Emilys sister Charlotte, that it attracted a widereadership. And from that point the reputation of the book hasnever looked back. Today it is widely recognized as one of thegreat novels of English literature.Even so, WUTHERING HEIGHTS continues to divide readers. It is not apretty love story; rather, it is swirling tale of largelyunlikeable people caught up in obsessive love that turns to darkmadness. It is cruel, violent, dark and brooding, and many peoplefind it extremely unpleasant. And yet--it possesses a grandeur oflanguage and design, a sense of tremendous pity and great loss thatsets it apart from virtually every other novel written.The novel is told in the form of an extended flashback. After avisit to his strange landlord, a newcomer to the area desires toknow the history of the family--which he receives from Nelly Deans,a servant who introduces us to the Earnshaw family who once residedin the house known as Wuthering Heights. It was once a cheerfulplace, but Old Earnshaw adopted a Gipsy child who he namedHeathcliff. And Catherine, daughter of the house, found in him theperfect companion: wild, rude, and as proud and cruel as she. Butalthough Catherine loves him, even recognizes him as her soulmate,she cannot lower herself to marry so far below her social station.She instead marries another, and in so doing sets in motion anobsession that will destroy them all.WUTHERING HEIGHTS is a bit difficult to get into; the openingchapters are so dark in their portrait of the end result of thisobsessive love that they are somewhat off-putting. But they feedinto the flow of the work in a remarkable way, setting the stagefor one of the most remarkable structures in all of literature, astory that circles upon itself in a series of repetitions as itplays out across two generations. Catherine and Heathcliff areequally remarkable, both vicious and cruel, and yet never able toshed their impossible love no matter how brutally one may wound theother.As the novel coils further into alcoholism, seduction, and oneof the most elaborately imagined plans of revenge it gathers into aghostly tone: Heathcliff, driven to madness by a woman who is notthere but who seems reflected in every part of his world--draggingher corpse from the grave, hearing her calling to him from themoors, escalating his brutality not for the sake of brutality butso that her memory will never fade, so that she may never leave hismind until death itself. Yes, this is madness, insanity, and thereis no peace this side of the grave or even beyond.It is a stunning novel, frightening, inexorable, unsettling,filled with unbridled passion that makes one cringe. Even if you donot like it, you should read it at least once--and those who dolike it will return to it again and again

《呼啸山庄》英文读后感 6

Published in 1847, WUTHERING HEIGHTS was not well received by the reading public, many of whom condemned it as sordid, vulgar, and unnatural--and author Emily Bronte went to her grave in 1848 believing that her only novel was a failure. It was not until 1850, when WUTHERING HEIGHTS received a second printing with an introduction by Emily's sister Charlotte, that it attracted a wide readership. And from that point the reputation of the book has never looked back. Today it is widely recognized as one of the great novels of English literature.

Even so, WUTHERING HEIGHTS continues to pide readers. It is not a pretty love story; rather, it is swirling tale of largely unlikeable people caught up in obsessive love that turns to dark madness. It is cruel, violent, dark and brooding, and many people find it extremely unpleasant. And yet--it possesses a grandeur of language and design, a sense of tremendous pity and great loss that sets it apart from virtually every other novel written.

The novel is told in the form of an extended flashback. After a visit to his strange landlord, a newcomer to the area desires to know the history of the family--which he receives from Nelly Deans, a servant who introduces us to the Earnshaw family who once resided in the house known as Wuthering Heights. It was once a cheerful place, but Old Earnshaw adopted a “Gipsy” child who he named Heathcliff. And Catherine, daughter of the house, found in him the perfect companion: wild, rude, and as proud and cruel as she. But although Catherine loves him, even recognizes him as her soulmate, she cannot lower herself to marry so far below her social station. She instead marries another, and in so doing sets in motion an obsession that will destroy them all.

WUTHERING HEIGHTS is a bit difficult to “get into;” the opening chapters are so dark in their portrait of the end result of this obsessive love that they are somewhat off-putting. But they feed into the flow of the work in a remarkable way, setting the stage for one of the most remarkable structures in all of literature, a story that circles upon itself in a series of repetitions as it plays out across two generations. Catherine and Heathcliff are equally remarkable, both vicious and cruel, and yet never able to shed their impossible love no matter how brutally one may wound the other.

As the novel coils further into alcoholism, seduction, and one of the most elaborately imagined plans of revenge it gathers into a ghostly tone: Heathcliff, driven to madness by a woman who is not there but who seems reflected in every part of his world--dragging her corpse from the grave, hearing her calling to him from the moors, escalating his brutality not for the sake of brutality but so that her memory will never fade, so that she may never leave his mind until death itself. Yes, this is madness, insanity, and there is no peace this side of the grave or even beyond.

It is a stunning novel, frightening, inexorable, unsettling, filled with unbridled passion that makes one cringe. Even if you do not like it, you should read it at least once--and those who do like it will return to it again and again

《呼啸山庄》英文读后感 7

Published in 1847，WUTHERING HEIGHTS was not well received by the reading public，many of whom condemned it as sordid，vulgar，and unnatural--and author Emily Bronte went to her grave in 1848 believing that her only novel was a failure.It was not until 1850，when WUTHERING HEIGHTS received a second printing with an introduction by Emily's sister Charlotte， that it attracted a wide readership. And from that point the reputation of the book has never looked back. Today it is widely recognized as one of the great novels of English literature.

Even so，WUTHERING HEIGHTS continues to divide readers.It is not a pretty love story;rather，it is swirling tale of largely unlikeable people caught up in obsessive love that turns to dark madness.It is cruel，violent，dark and brooding，and many people find it extremely unpleasant.And yet--it possesses a grandeur of language and design，a sense of tremendous pity and great loss that sets it apart from virtually every other novel written.The novel is told in the form of an extended flashback.After a visit to his strange landlord， a newcomer to the area desires to know the history of the family--which he receives from Nelly Deans， a servant who introduces us to the Earnshaw family who once resided in the house known as Wuthering Heights. It was once a cheerful place， but Old Earnshaw adopted a “Gipsy” child who he named Heathcliff.And Catherine，daughter of the house，found in him the perfect companion：wild，rude，and as proud and cruel as she.But although Catherine loves him，even recognizes him as her soulmate， she cannot lower herself to marry so far below her social station. She instead marries another， and in so doing sets in motion an obsession that will destroy them all.

WUTHERING HEIGHTS is a bit difficult to “get into;” the opening chapters are so dark in their portrait of the end result of this obsessive love that they are somewhat off-putting.But they feed into the flow of the work in a remarkable way，setting the stage for one of the most remarkable structures in all of literature，a story that circles upon itself in a series of repetitions as it plays out across two generations.Catherine and Heathcliff are equally remarkable，both vicious and cruel，and yet never able to shed their impossible love no matter how brutally one may wound the other.As the novel coils further into alcoholism，seduction，and one of the most elaborately imagined plans of revenge it gathers into a ghostly tone：Heathcliff，driven to madness by a woman who is not there but who seems reflected in every part of his world--dragging her corpse from the grave，hearing her calling to him from the moors，escalating his brutality not for the sake of brutality but so that her memory will never fade，so that she may never leave his mind until death itself.Yes，this is madness，insanity，and there is no peace this side of the grave or even beyond.It is a stunning novel，frightening，inexorable，unsettling，filled with unbridled passion that makes one cringe.Even if you do not like it，you should read it at least once--and those who do like it will return to it again and again.

《呼啸山庄》英文读后感 8

After all this term’s learning on English literature ,Wuthering height may be the most impressive novel to me . So I will discuss something special in this book ,the gothic setting.

What is gothic setting ?

Gothic setting is one of the fiction genres which first begin at the middle of 19 century in England . Sa一vage ,mystery ,terror ,backward ,dark ,family curse ,supernatural and suspense are the signal features of this kind of fiction genre . It mainly talks something about the dark side of society such as family hatred and succession race . The story in this style usually happens in remote place that far away from city .

What do we know about gothic setting in Wuthering heights ?

In fact ,what impresses me most in this novel is the description of the environment . It is full of gothic setting . We can find that there is no sunshine in Wuthering heights all the year around ,the haze and atmosphere there make people feel mystery and depressive . The weather is always changing according to the plot . When there is something badly happen ,the environment will be influenced . For example, rain comes at once after Catherine’s betray . When it comes to Catherine’s death ,it changes quickly and suddenly to hea一vy rain and strong wind . All in all ,I think all this gothic setting is to show the feeling of writer .

The gothic setting in the book not only shows us the mystery of the environment ,but also tells us the society stage and the different life style between different classes in that period . To Catherine ,Heathcriff who belongs to the lower class represents spiritual love while Linton in the upper class represents material . She is in a dilemma to make a decision . On one hand ,all of us know Catherine loves Heathcriff deeply . On the other hand ,Linton can give her the life she expects ,a rich and comfortable life and be respected by people . Material wins in the end .

What do we learn from this novel ?

True love or material ,this is a question . In the novel ,Catherine sacrifice her love to pursue a comfortable live . Actually material is usually the first choice I think when most of the women come to this decision . This was one of the hotest topic at 20xx after a women said on TV she would rather to cry in a BMW than to laugh on a bicycle . What she said liked a big stone thrown into a peaceful lake . Can money really replace love ? A lot of people argue on this question whether it is worthy of sacrificing on the Internet .

As far as I’am concerned ,nothing can take the place of our love . Though material is necessary ,too much money can not make people happier . It is ordinary for us to persue a better life . But do we really ha一ve to sacrifice our love ? Why can’t we make our life comfortable through our hands or with our lover . Maybe we will come to some trouble . But all these obstacles are just to make us stronger . Though the process is difficult ,it maybe the most precious memory and our treasures after overcoming all this difficulties .

《呼啸山庄》英文读后感 9

The ink - scented Wuthering heights soon finished. Look at it lying quietly in front of me, unexpectedly want to stop. Rereading, but it is full of regret to close the book, no matter how many times I read again, but also regret to close the book, very anxious to pave the way for the hero a perfect happiness.

Heathcliff and Catherine 's love begins in the plain and ends in madness. But, at the end of the song, stand aside the curtain call only Heathcliff one. When the stage shows the end of the play, Heathcliff closed his eyes in the atmosphere of Catherine, and a pair of small Catherine and Heathcliff sweet love again.

Perhaps, only in the storm of love is intense enough, is really unforgettable, but the sweetness of the plain and mixed with light sadness and hesitation? Identity disparity, the host 's obstruction, Heathcliff is difficult to love with their own people to live a free and free life. If it weren 't for change, if it weren 't for love, if it weren 't for the power of hatred, Heathcliff how can grow so powerful?

May be god 's making people, let the lovers in love separated by misunderstanding, but in the approximate crazy love and hate hard to find each other 's traces of love. Heathcliff used his selfish love to destroy Catherine, his beloved stunts, and the traces of love he desperately wanted to find, and the hatred and conviction he built with love. He wanted to revenge Catherine, but when Catherine 's body gradually cold, in his heart, is rather she woke up in pain. He suddenly look back, the lover has been quietly away, although knowing that life can 't be together, because she is someone else 's wife, but far better than every other day. When alive, like a hedgehog erected the whole body of thorns want to hurt each other, but in the moment of heaven and earth forever choose to forgive. For the dying, death is a kind of how much relief, dead, all the love and misunderstanding does not exist. But she ever thought, death is each other 's biggest selfish. And he, after she died, there is no stubborn resistance, can only be lonely taste the taste of acacia, but never touch their loved ones.

This love ah, who made a mistake, when all the barriers are dim, and can 't believe that this is the end of true love. Love is like the wind, into the bottom of my heart; Hate is like a sudden rain, shattered the dream. Love, don 't care who is wrong, who is wrong, everything, like the arrangement of god. Strong resistance can 't shake the established fact again, time is the best mixture, can gradually calm people 's inner sadness, heal the wound, but never disappear in the heart of the scar, at the right time, it will slowly crack, give a person with a thorough pain.

But, this is all hurt by love. Although injured, Heathcliff still can 't put down the love of Catherine, perhaps this is the love of ecstasy, only true love can do so. Some people say that the injury to love is sweet and unforgettable, perhaps this is Heathcliff constantly thinking about Catherine, looking for Catherine, deeply tortured by it but always refused to let go.

In the roar, love and hate interweave, but, tightly pull refused to let go.

第五篇：《呼啸山庄》英文读后感

《呼啸山庄》英文读后感

Published in 1847, WUTHERING HEIGHTS was not well received by the reading public, many of whom condemned it as sordid, vulgar, and unnatural--and author Emily Bronte went to her grave in 1848 believing that her only novel was a failure.It was not until 1850, when WUTHERING HEIGHTS received a second printing with an introduction by Emily's sister Charlotte, that it attracted a wide readership.And from that point the reputation of the book has never looked back.Today it is widely recognized as one of the great novels of English literature.Even so, WUTHERING HEIGHTS continues to divide readers.It is not a pretty love story;rather, it is swirling tale of largely unlikeable people caught up in obsessive love that turns to dark madness.It is cruel, violent, dark and brooding, and many people find it extremely unpleasant.And yet--it possesses a grandeur of language and design, a sense of tremendous pity and great loss that sets it apart from virtually every other novel written.The novel is told in the form of an extended flashback.After a visit to his strange landlord, a newcomer to the area desires to know the history of the family--which he receives from Nelly Deans, a servant who introduces us to the Earnshaw family who once resided in the house known as Wuthering Heights.It was once a cheerful place, but Old Earnshaw adopted a Gipsy child who he named Heathcliff.And Catherine, daughter of the house, found in him the perfect companion wild, rude, and as proud and cruel as she.But although Catherine loves him, even recognizes him as her soulmate, she cannot lower herself to marry so far below her social station.She instead marries another, and in so doing sets in motion an obsession that will destroy them all.WUTHERING HEIGHTS is a bit difficult to get into;the opening chapters are so dark in their portrait of the end result of this obsessive love that they are somewhat off-putting.But they feed into the flow of the work in a remarkable way, setting the stage for one of the most remarkable structures in all of literature, a story that circles upon itself in a series of repetitions as it plays out across two generations.Catherine and Heathcliff are equally remarkable, both vicious and cruel, and yet never able to shed their impossible love no matter how brutally one may wound the other.As the novel coils further into alcoholism, seduction, and one of the most elaborately imagined plans of revenge it gathers into a ghostly tone Heathcliff, driven to madness by a woman who is not there but who seems reflected in every part of his world--dragging her corpse from the grave, hearing her calling to him from the moors, escalating his brutality not for the sake of brutality but so that her memory will never fade, so that she may never leave his mind until death itself.Yes, this is madness, insanity, and there is no peace this side of the grave or even beyond.It is a stunning novel, frightening, inexorable, unsettling, filled with unbridled passion that makes one cringe.Even if you do not like it, you should read it at least once--and those who do like it will return to it again and again