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Frances Hodgson Burnett（弗朗西斯·霍奇森·伯内特） 著

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• 经典文学
• 儿童文学
• 英文原版
• 平装本
• 成长
• 友谊
• 自然
• 治愈
• 冒险
• 花园

出版社： Random House

ISBN：9780553212013

版次：1

商品编码：19017057

包装：平装

丛书名： Bantam Classic

出版时间：1987-01-01

页数：304

正文语种：英文

商品尺寸：17.02x10.41x1.78cm;0.11kg

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适读人群 ：09--12
Mistress Mary is quite contrary until she helps her garden grow. Along the way, she manages to cure her sickly cousin Colin, who is every bit as imperious as she. These two are sullen little peas in a pod, closed up in a gloomy old manor on the Yorkshire moors of England, until a locked-up garden captures their imaginations and puts the blush of a wild rose in their cheeks; "It was the sweetest, most mysterious-looking place any one could imagine. The high walls which shut it in were covered with the leafless stems of roses which were so thick, that they matted together... 'No wonder it is still,' Mary whispered. 'I am the first person who has spoken here for ten years.'" As new life sprouts from the earth, Mary and Colin's sour natures begin to sweeten. For anyone who has ever felt afraid to live and love, The Secret Garden's portrayal of reawakening spirits will thrill and rejuvenate. Frances Hodgson Burnett creates characters so strong and distinct, young readers continue to identify with them even 85 years after they were conceived.

Soothing and mellifluous, native Briton Bailey's voice proves an excellent instrument for polishing up a new edition of Burnett's story. Bratty and spoiled Mary Lennox is orphaned when her parents fall victim to a cholera outbreak in India. As a result, Mary becomes the ward of an uncle in England she has never met. As she hesitantly tries to carve a new life for herself at imposing and secluded Misselthwaite Manor, Mary befriends a high-spirited boy named Dickon and investigates a secret garden on the Manor grounds. She also discovers a sickly young cousin, Colin, who has been shut away in a hidden Manor room. Together Mary and Dickon help Colin blossom, and in the process Mary finds her identity and melts the heart of her emotionally distant uncle. Bailey makes fluid transitions between the voices and accents of various characters, from terse Mrs. Medlock and surly groundskeeper Ben to chipper housemaid Martha. And most enjoyably, she gives Mary a believably childlike voice. A brief biography of the author is included in an introduction.

内容简介

Few children's classics can match the charm and originality of Frances Hodgson Burnett's The Secret Garden, the unforgettable story of sullen, sulky Mary Lennox, "the most disagreeable-looking child ever seen." When a cholera epidemic leaves her as an orphan, Mary is sent to England to live with her reclusive uncle, Archibald Craven, at Misselthwaite Manor. Unloved and unloving, Mary wanders the desolate moors until one day she chances upon the door of a secret garden. What follows is one of the most beautiful tales of transformation in children's literature, as Mary her sickly and tyrannical cousin Colin and a peasant boy named Dickson secretly strive to make the garden bloom once more.

A unique blend of realism and magic, The Secret Garden remains a moving expression of every child's need to nurture and be nurtured—a story that has captured for all time the rare and enchanted world of childhood.

作者简介

Frances Hodgson Burnett was born in Manchester, England, on November 24 1849. After her father's death in 1853, Burnett's mother ran the family's iron foundry until the American Civil War caused the business to fail. Destitute, the Hodgsons moved to Tennessee in 1865 to stay with relatives in a log cabin. Frances lived there until 1873, when she married a doctor, Swan Burnett, whom she later divorced in 1898. She married Peter Townsend, an actor, in 1900.

From her teens Frances had written stories and tales to help her support the family and later claimed never to have written a manuscript that was not published. Her first widespread success came with That Lass o' Lowrie's in 1877, a tale of the Lancashire coal mines. But it was the publication of Little Lord Fauntleroy, in 1886, that brought the author fame and wealth and established Cedric as the model for a generations of young boys. Sara Crewe was published in 1888, and the rags-to-riches story was so successful that Burnett revised, expanded, and republished it in 1905 as A Little Princess. The beloved The Secret Garden appeared four years later to enormous critical and popular acclaim.

A prolific writer, Frances Hodgson Burnett wrote over 40 novels and plays and dozens of short stories during her lifetime. She died at Plandome, New York, on October 29 1924.

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Chapter One

There Is No One Left

When Mary Lennox was sent to Misselthwaite Manor to live with her uncle everybody said she was the most disagreeable-looking child ever seen. It was true, too. She had a little thin face and a little thin body, thin light hair and a sour expression. Her hair was yellow, and her face was yellow because she had been born in India and had always been ill in one way or another. Her father had held a position under the English Government and had always been busy and ill himself, and her mother had been a great beauty who cared only to go to parties and amuse herself with gay people. She had not wanted a little girl at all, and when Mary was born she handed her over to the care of an Ayah, who was made to understand that if she wished to please the Mem Sahib she must keep the child out of sight as much as possible. So when she was a sickly, fretful, ugly little baby she was kept out of the way, and when she became a sickly, fretful, toddling thing she was kept out of the way also. She never remembered seeing familiarly anything but the dark faces of her Ayah and the other native servants, and as they always obeyed her and gave her her own way in everything, because the Mem Sahib would be angry if she was disturbed by her crying, by the time she was six years old she was as tyrannical and selfish a little pig as ever lived. The young English governess who came to teach her to read and write disliked her so much that she gave up her place in three months, and when other governesses came to try to fill it they always went away in a shorter time than the first one. So if Mary had not chosen to really want to know how to read books she would never have learned her letters at all.

One frightfully hot morning, when she was about nine years old, she awakened feeling very cross, and she became crosser still when she saw that the servant who stood by her bedside was not her Ayah.

"Why did you come?" she said to the strange woman. "I will not let you stay. Send my Ayah to me."

The woman looked frightened, but she only stammered that the Ayah could not come and when Mary threw herself into a passion and beat and kicked her, she looked only more frightened and repeated that it was not possible for the Ayah to come to Missie Sahib.

There was something mysterious in the air that morning. Nothing was done in its regular order and several of the native servants seemed missing, while those whom Mary saw slunk or hurried about with ashy and scared faces. But no one would tell her anything and her Ayah did not come. She was actually left alone as the morning went on, and at last she wandered out into the garden and began to play by herself under a tree near the veranda. She pretended that she was making a flower-bed, and she stuck big scarlet hibiscus blossoms into little heaps of earth, all the time growing more and more angry and muttering to herself the things she would say and the names she would call Saidie when she returned.

"Pig! Pig! Daughter of Pigs!" she said, because to call a native a pig is the worst insult of all.

She was grinding her teeth and saying this over and over again when she heard her mother come out on the veranda with some one. She was with a fair young man and they stood talking together in low strange voices. Mary knew the fair young man who looked like a boy. She had heard that he was a very young officer who had just come from England. The child stared at him, but she stared most at her mother. She always did this when she had a chance to see her, because the Mem Sahib—Mary used to call her that oftener than anything else—was such a tall, slim, pretty person and wore such lovely clothes. Her hair was like curly silk and she had a delicate little nose which seemed to be disdaining things, and she had large laughing eyes. All her clothes were thin and floating, and Mary said they were "full of lace." They looked fuller of lace than ever this morning, but her eyes were not laughing at all. They were large and scared and lifted imploringly to the fair boy officer's face.

"Is it so very bad? Oh, is it?" Mary heard her say.

"Awfully," the young man answered in a trembling voice. "Awfully, Mrs. Lennox. You ought to have gone to the hills two weeks ago."

The Mem Sahib wrung her hands.

"Oh, I know I ought!" she cried. "I only stayed to go to that silly dinner party. What a fool I was!"

At that very moment such a loud sound of wailing broke out from the servants' quarters that she clutched the young man's arm, and Mary stood shivering from head to foot. The wailing grew wilder and wilder.

"What is it? What is it?" Mrs. Lennox gasped.

"Some one has died," answered the boy officer. "You did not say it had broken out among your servants."

"I did not know!" the Mem Sahib cried. "Come with me! Come with me!" and she turned and ran into the house.

After that appalling things happened, and the mysteriousness of the morning was explained to Mary. The cholera had broken out in its most fatal form and people were dying like flies. The Ayah had been taken ill in the night, and it was because she had just died that the servants had wailed in the huts. Before the next day three other servants were dead and others had run away in terror. There was panic on every side, and dying people in all the bungalows.

During the confusion and bewilderment of the second day Mary hid herself in the nursery and was forgotten by every one. Nobody thought of her, nobody wanted her, and strange things happened of which she knew nothing. Mary alternately cried and slept through the hours. She only knew that people were ill and that she heard mysterious and frightening sounds. Once she crept into the dining-room and found it empty, though a partly finished meal was on the table and chairs and plates looked as if they had been hastily pushed back when the diners rose suddenly for some reason. The child ate some fruit and biscuits, and being thirsty she drank a glass of wine which stood nearly filled. It was sweet, and she did not know how strong it was. Very soon it made her intensely drowsy, and she went back to her nursery and shut herself in again, frightened by cries she heard in the huts and by the hurrying sound of feet. The wine made her so sleepy that she could scarcely keep her eyes open and she lay down on her bed and knew nothing more for a long time.

Many things happened during the hours in which she slept so heavily, but she was not disturbed by the wails and the sound of things being carried in and out of the bungalow.

When she awakened she lay and stared at the wall. The house was perfectly still. She had never known it to be so silent before. She heard neither voices nor footsteps, and wondered if everybody had got well of the cholera and all the trouble was over. She wondered also who would take care of her now her Ayah was dead. There would be a new Ayah, and perhaps she would know some new stories. Mary had been rather tired of the old ones. She did not cry because her nurse had died. She was not an affectionate child and had never cared much for any one. The noise and hurrying about and wailing over the cholera had frightened her, and she had been angry because no one seemed to remember that she was alive. Every one was too panic-stricken to think of a little girl no one was fond of. When people had the cholera it seemed that they remembered nothing but themselves. But if every one had got well again, surely some one would remember and come to look for her.

But no one came, and as she lay waiting the house seemed to grow more and more silent. She heard something rustling on the matting and when she looked down she saw a little snake gliding along and watching her with eyes like jewels. She was not frightened, because he was a harmless little thing who would not hurt her and he seemed in a hurry to get out of the room. He slipped under the door as she watched him.

"How queer and quiet it is," she said. "It sounds as if there was no one in the bungalow but me and the snake."

Almost the next minute she heard footsteps in the compound, and then on the veranda. They were men's footsteps, and the men entered the bungalow and talked in low voices. No one went to meet or speak to them and they seemed to open doors and look into rooms.

"What desolation!" she heard one voice say. "That pretty, pretty woman! I suppose the child, too. I heard there was a child, though no one ever saw her."

Mary was standing in the middle of the nursery when they opened the door a few minutes later. She looked an ugly, cross little thing and was frowning because she was beginning to be hungry and feel disgracefully neglected. The first man who came in was a large officer she had once seen talking to her father. He looked tired and troubled, but when he saw her he was so startled that he almost jumped back.

"Barney!" he cried out. "There is a child here! A child alone! In a place like this! Mercy on us, who is she!"

"I am Mary Lennox," the little girl said, drawing herself up stiffly. She thought the man was very rude to call her father's bungalow "A place like this!" "I fell asleep when every one had the cholera and I have only just wakened up. Why does nobody come?"

"It is the child no one ever saw!" exclaimed the man, turning to his companions. "She has actually been forgotten!"

"Why was I forgotten?" Mary said, stamping her foot. "Why does nobody come?"

The young man whose name was Barney looked at her very sadly. Mary even thought she saw him wink his eyes as if to wink tears away.

"Poor little kid!" he said. "There is nobody left to come."

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我一直相信，文学的力量在于它能够跨越时空的界限，将我们带入不同的世界，体验不同的人生。《秘密花园》在我看来，就是这样一本具有永恒魅力的书。我选择平装版本，是因为它更贴近生活的质感，就像一个老朋友，可以随时翻阅，不受拘束。我不会去想象它具体的情节，而是更倾向于它可能传递出的那种关于“自然”、“生命”、“友谊”和“自我发现”的普世价值。对于0-12岁的孩子来说，这个年龄段正是他们开始探索世界，形成自我认知的重要时期。我希望《秘密花园》能够像一扇窗，为他们打开一个充满奇迹的视野，让他们在阅读中，学会去观察，去感受，去爱。我期待它能够成为孩子们童年记忆里，一个闪耀着独特光芒的符号，在他们成长道路上，给予他们最纯粹的美好和最深刻的启迪。

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这本《秘密花园》的平装版，拿到手的时候就感觉很亲切，封面虽然简单，但那种复古的质感让人一眼就喜欢。我选择这个版本，主要是看中了它适合0-9到12岁这个年龄段，这意味着它在语言的难度和故事情节的安排上，应该都能比较好地吸引这个年龄段的孩子，同时又能引导他们去思考一些更深层的东西。我一直觉得，好的童书不仅仅是讲故事，更是埋下一颗颗种子，让孩子在阅读中自然地成长。这本书的装帧本身就传递出一种朴实而温暖的感觉，纸张的厚度和印刷的清晰度都让人满意，即使是小朋友经常翻阅，也不容易损坏，这一点对于经常接触书籍的孩子来说非常重要。我期待着通过这本书，让孩子们在文字的世界里，发现属于自己的那片秘密花园，那里有惊喜，有成长，有友情，还有对生命的热爱。我希望它能成为孩子们书架上一个安静而充满力量的存在，在他们无数次的翻阅中，给予他们启迪和陪伴。

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我对《秘密花园》这本书的期待，很大程度上源于它本身所蕴含的那种“秘密”和“成长”的主题。我始终认为，对于0-12岁的孩子来说，理解和经历成长中的转变是非常关键的。这本书的平装形式，让它显得更加触手可及，就像一个可以随时打开的宝藏。我不去深究具体的故事情节，而是着重于它可能带给孩子的情感体验。我设想，在一个孩子可能经历的孤独、迷茫或者只是对周围世界感到好奇的阶段，这本书就像一位温柔的引导者，通过一个充满魔力的“秘密花园”，教会他们如何去发现和拥抱生活中的美好，如何与他人建立联系，以及最重要的，如何发现自己内心的力量。这种潜移默化的影响，往往比任何说教都来得深刻。我喜欢那些看似简单，实则蕴含着深刻哲理的故事，它们能让孩子在懵懂的年纪，就对生命有初步的感悟，对未来充满希望。

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我之所以对《秘密花园》这本平装书如此着迷，是因为它自带一种怀旧而又充满希望的氛围。我将它定位为一本适合0-12岁孩子的读物，正是看中了它潜在的教育价值。我不会去剧透它的具体内容，因为我相信，真正美好的故事，是需要读者自己去发掘的。我更看重的是它可能带给孩子们的影响：一种对自然的敬畏，一种对生命力的赞美，以及一种通过互助和理解，实现自我成长的积极信念。在信息爆炸的时代，为孩子们提供这样一个安静的阅读空间，让他们沉浸在一个充满想象力但又贴近现实的世界里，是非常宝贵的。我希望这本书能够像一位沉默的导师，在孩子们心中播下善良、勇气和探索的种子，让他们在未来的日子里，能够以更开阔的视野，更积极的心态去拥抱生活。

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说实话，我买《秘密花园》这本书，很大程度上是被它所传达出的那种“治愈”的力量所吸引。我经常看到一些孩子的成长过程中，会遇到各种各样的挑战，情绪上的波动，社交上的困惑，甚至是家庭环境的变化。我希望能找到一本能够抚慰这些不安，同时又能激发他们积极向上的书籍。我希望《秘密花园》能成为这样一个存在，它不仅仅是一个关于植物和土地的故事，更是一个关于心灵复苏的故事。我喜欢它“秘密”的设定，这似乎在暗示着，每个人都有自己内心深处的可能性，等待着被发现和被唤醒。平装版的出现，让它更具亲民性，仿佛它就是为每一个渴望温暖和希望的孩子准备的。我期待，当孩子们捧起这本书，能够感受到那种被理解、被关怀的温暖，并且从中找到属于自己的力量，去勇敢地面对生活的种种。

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孩子学校指定读物，物美价廉。

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英文原版图书，精心品读，提升自我。

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书挺好，就是感觉纸质不怎么样

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为了帮助科林，玛丽带他进入了庄园里被关闭多年的秘密花园。孩子们在生机蓬勃的小天地里不受干扰地玩耍，学会了友爱待人，恢复了纯真快乐的天性。

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很好，孩子很喜欢

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书很小本，拿在手里刚刚好，印刷很清晰

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不错。

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任性而孤僻的富家小女孩玛丽因为一场突来的瘟疫变成了孤儿，被送往英国一处古老庄园里的亲戚家中收养。在幽僻宁静的乡野和淳朴的乡人中间，她的性情渐渐变得平易。一天深夜，循着神秘大宅长廊一端传来的隐隐哭声，她被带到了一个同样古怪而孤独的小生命面前。玛丽的表兄，大宅的少主人科林生来体弱，长年卧病在床，性情乖戾难测。

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凑单买的原因吗？为什么脏兮兮的，不开森，哼