Gave the little woman "this book, i was in the book touched. the four sisters, they love each other in different ways of working, struggling, headed toward their dreams.

Four girls, i'd liketwo elder sister Joe, because she has a warm, and dares to love to hate. although joe had not pretty sister meg, or sister beth versatile, but she has one great dream — — to become a writer.

Growth path is always full of rough and hard. one day, joe and three younger sister Amy had a big quarrel amy had burnt away in joe spent several months and who wrote the novel now, that this book is the only draft! joe as soon as the matter later on, "never ignore the wicked woman". amy is very sorry, she felt as if it is not an apology never loved her. she then decided to apologize, but joe was overwhelmed by grief joe why don't want to forgive her. joe thought ： amy do too badly, should be punished. finally, with mrs. march, the "two men buried the hatchet and become friends again.

Mrs. march when joe said ： "dear, you still have family, amy and all the people, they are good, is love each other. remember ： don't let the angry clouds blotted out the sun, forgive, help each other and start again tomorrow." see mrs. march remarks, i lament ： and friends will always have some questions and problems are bound to produce some contradictory.And we should also like mrs. march, don't let the angry clouds blotted out the sun.

Home — — a human side of the most beautiful place, there is a selfless love of. everyone here began to pursue, as the four little sisters, and each one of the objectives would eventually have to stay at home. i hope to read this book every man can live in the moment, then make its beauty.

 

第二篇：94年小妇人英文字幕

A: Knights and ladies, elves and pages, monks and flower girls...all

mingled gaily in the dance. Pauline cried out in horror as her bridegroom's mask fell...disclosing not her lover Ferdinand... but the face of his sworn enemy, Count Antonio.

Revenge is mine, quoth he. Continued in the following edition.

B: Excellent installment, Mr. Snodgrass.

C: Oh, I love forbidden marriages!

D: You ought to publish it, Jo.

B: Really! Not just in the Pickwick Portfolio.

A: Mr. Tupman, are you demeaning our fine newspaper? Mr. Winkle.

C: One periwink-- Advertisement. One periwinkle sash belonging to Mr. N. Winkle... has been 'abscondated' from the wash line... which gentleman desires any reports leading to its recovery.''

B: Gentlemen of the press, hear, hear! I call to your attention... our Mr. Tupman's The History of the Squash.

D: Oh, don't read mine.

C: Beth, this isn't a story. It's a recipe.

D: Oh, dear, I never know what to write.

A: First rule of writing, Mr. Tupman, is never write what you know. What do we think of the boy? Is he a captive like Smee in Nicholas Nickleby?

D: He looks lonely. You don't think he'll try to call?

A: Maybe he has a secret-- a tragic, European secret.

B: He's had no upbringing at all they say. He was reared in Italy among artists and vagrants.

A: Doesn't he have a noble brow?

C: If I were a boy, I'd want to look just like that.

A: Imagine giving up Italy to come live with that awful old man!

B: Jo, please don't say awful. It's slang. I'd be terrified to live with him. I shouldn't mind living in such a fine house and having nice things. Oh, it doesn't seen like Christmas this year without presents.

C: I'm desperate for drawing pencils.

A: I wish I didn't have to work for Great-Aunt March... that crabby old miser.

B: And you, Beth. What's your Christmas wish?

D: I'd like the war to end so Father can come home.

A: Oh, sweet Beth. We all want that.

D: They do have a beautiful piano.

A: Wait 'til I'm a writer. I'll buy you the best piano in creation.

C: And if she doesn't, you can come over and play mine. When I marry, I'm going to be disgustingly rich.

B: And what if the man you love is a poor man but good, like Father?

C: Well, it isn't like being stuck with the dreadful nose you get.

D: One does have a choice to whom one loves. You have a lovely nose!

A: I wouldn't marry for the money. I mean, what if his business goes bust? Besides, down at the Eagle, they pay $5 for each story they print. Why, I have ten stories in my head right now!