#优雅回潮·复刻赫本#
——很早以前,我就已经决定,无论遇到什么情况,都要坦然地接受生活;我从来没期望过它会对我青眼有加,虽然如今我已拥有许多我不曾奢望过的东西。其实很多时候,他们都是那么悄无声息地降临到我的生活中,我甚至都不曾去寻找过。
——I decided, very early on, just to accept life unconditionally; I never expected it to do anything special for me, yet I seemed to accomplish far more than I had ever hoped. Most of the time it just happened to me without my ever seeking it.
#赫本仿妆#
——很早以前,我就已经决定,无论遇到什么情况,都要坦然地接受生活;我从来没期望过它会对我青眼有加,虽然如今我已拥有许多我不曾奢望过的东西。其实很多时候,他们都是那么悄无声息地降临到我的生活中,我甚至都不曾去寻找过。
——I decided, very early on, just to accept life unconditionally; I never expected it to do anything special for me, yet I seemed to accomplish far more than I had ever hoped. Most of the time it just happened to me without my ever seeking it.
#赫本仿妆#
The name of Rembrandt’s mysterious masterpiece is not its original title—she is resting on a stone ledge, not a window. It comes from an anecdote recorded by one of its early owners, suggesting that the Dutch master had displayed the painting out of the window of his large house, and that the illusion was so convincing that passersby stopped to talk to her.
Girl at a Window has captivated viewers’ imaginations for centuries. Who could she be? Her arms, seemingly showing her perfect skin, up close reveal themselves to be tanned, and covered in red pockmarks; this suggests that she spends a lot of time outside. Her gaze seems to be directed at us, but is she looking right through us? The tiny flash of white on her nose, potentially the last mark of oil that Rembrandt left on the painting, brings his subject to life, as though she is about to snap out of her reverie and notice us, the viewer.
Girl at a Window has captivated viewers’ imaginations for centuries. Who could she be? Her arms, seemingly showing her perfect skin, up close reveal themselves to be tanned, and covered in red pockmarks; this suggests that she spends a lot of time outside. Her gaze seems to be directed at us, but is she looking right through us? The tiny flash of white on her nose, potentially the last mark of oil that Rembrandt left on the painting, brings his subject to life, as though she is about to snap out of her reverie and notice us, the viewer.
【三日一背2】
Lesson 2 Breakfast or lunch?
It was Sunday. I never get up early on Sundays.
I sometimes stay in bed until lunch time.
Last Sunday I got up very late. I looked out of the window. It was dark outside.
'What a day!' I thought. 'It's raining again.' Just then, the telephone rang.
It was my aunt Lucy.' I've just arrived by train,' she said. 'I'm coming to see you.'
'But I'm still having breakfast,' I said.
'What are you doing?' she asked. ‘I’m having breakfast,' I repeated.
'Dear me,' she said. 'Do you always get up so late? It's one o'clock!''
Lesson 2 Breakfast or lunch?
It was Sunday. I never get up early on Sundays.
I sometimes stay in bed until lunch time.
Last Sunday I got up very late. I looked out of the window. It was dark outside.
'What a day!' I thought. 'It's raining again.' Just then, the telephone rang.
It was my aunt Lucy.' I've just arrived by train,' she said. 'I'm coming to see you.'
'But I'm still having breakfast,' I said.
'What are you doing?' she asked. ‘I’m having breakfast,' I repeated.
'Dear me,' she said. 'Do you always get up so late? It's one o'clock!''
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