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出版社： Penguin US

ISBN：9780451520883

版次：1

商品编码：19043542

包装：平装

丛书名： Signet Classics

出版时间：2003-12-02

用纸：胶版纸

页数：208

正文语种：英文

商品尺寸：10.92x1.52x17.27cm

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From School Library Journal
Grade 3-5-- A portion of the royalties from this book are being donated to a British charity, but that's not a strong enough reason to buy it. Four movable pictures (the sort that rotate to dissolve from one scene to another), plus a scattering of tiny, hard-to-find flaps, accompany an incoherently abridged text. The slightly antique-looking art is crudely executed; small figures with distorted or indistinct features change relative sizes from spread to spread, and are placed, in most scenes, with no discernible logic. Stick with the original, available in several handsome editions, or if you must have an abridgment, go for the book/cassette package illustrated by Diane Goode, read by Lynn Redgrave, and adapted by Josette Frank (Random, 1987).
- John Peters, New York Public Library
Copyright 1992 Reed Business Information, Inc. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.

From AudioFile
This unabridged reading of Barrie's tale of the Lost Boys in Never-Never Land fills in all the spaces left out by the various film and stage adaptations. The modern reader (or listener) may be more amused than shocked at incidents of brutal violence and political incorrectness alongside sensitive and sentimental observations about childhood lost. Roe Kendall's reading is filled with magic and fairy dust; her voice is soothing and silken as she relates with precision the adventures of Peter, Wendy, and the Lost Boys with pirates, Indians, and a jealous Tinker Bell. S.E.S. ? AudioFile 2001, Portland, Maine-- Copyright ? AudioFile, Portland, Maine

内容简介

Peter Pan has enchanted children and the young-at-heart ever since it debuted on the English stage. Like its ageless hero, this is a fantasy that will live forever. Wide-eyed readers will follow Peter and the Darling children to Neverland, that wonderful place ""second to the right and straight on to morning, where they'll meet such unforgettable characters as the jealous fairy Tinkerbell, the evil Captain Hook, Tiger Lily, and the Lost Boys. Also included in this edition is Peter Pan in Kensington Gardens, the touching fairy tale in which Barrie first introduced Peter. Illustrations by the legendary Arthur Rackham and F.D. Bedford. The world's greatest works of literature are now available in these beautiful keepsake volumes. Bound in real cloth, and featuring gilt edges and ribbon markers, these beautifully produced books are a wonderful way to build a handsome library of classic literature. These are the essential novels that belong in every home. They'll transport readers to imaginary worlds and provide excitement, entertainment, and enlightenment for years to come. All of these novels feature attractive illustrations and have an unequalled period feel that will grace the library, the bedside table or bureau. Annotation The adventures of the three Darling children in Never-Never Land with Peter Pan, the boy who would not grow up. Illustrations compiled from late nineteenth and early twentieth century editions of the book.

　　《彼得·潘》是由英国著名作家詹姆斯·巴里于1904年创作的，故事创造了一个让孩子们十分憧憬的童话世界——永无岛，岛上无忧无虑的仙女、美人鱼、丢失的孩子们以及那个用蘑菇当烟囱的"地下之家"，对孩子们来说，都是一种纯朴、天然的境界，而主角彼得·潘那种"永远不想长大"的思想与行为更是淋漓尽致地呼出了孩子们的心声，也因此，彼得·潘的故事一直以来都紧紧地吸引着广大小读者的眼球。

作者简介

Sir James Matthew Barrie was a sometimes journalist and playwright who won instant immortality with the production of his play Peter Pan in 1904. The play was turned into the book Peter and Wendy in 1911. Barrie died in 1937.Charles Vess is one of the most acclaimed artists in the field of illustration. He is the winner of the World Fantasy Award for Best Artist. A critically acclaimed fine artist, he has had numerous gallery showings in this country and abroad. He lives in southwest Virginia.

　　詹姆斯·巴里爵士（1860年5月9日-1937年6月19日），英国小说家、剧作家。他生于英国东部苏格兰（现安格斯郡）农村一个织布工人之家。自幼酷爱读书写作。1882年在爱丁堡大学毕业后，在诺丁从事新闻工作两年。1885年（此时他已25岁），他移居伦敦，当自由投稿的新闻记者，开始创作反映苏格兰人生活的小说和剧本。1919-1922年任圣安德鲁斯大学校长。1928年当选为英国作家协会主席。1930-1937年受聘为爱丁堡大学名誉校长。他的小说属于“菜园派”，擅长以幽默和温情的笔调描述苏格兰农村的风土人情。著名的是幻想剧《彼得·潘》（1904），另外尚有社会喜剧和熔幻想剧与社会喜剧于一炉的剧作多种。

精彩书评

For those who want to revisit Neverland via J.M. Barrie's original tale, two new recorded editions of Peter Pan are just the ticket. Tim Curry, fresh from narrating the sequel Peter Pan in Scarlet (reviewed above) reads the original for Simon & Schuster Audio, and Jim Dale, the much-lauded voice of the Harry Potter audiobooks, takes on the title for Listening Library. Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.

精彩书摘

Peter Pan By Barrie, J. M. Starscape Copyright ? 2003 Barrie, J. M. All right reserved. ISBN: 9780765308092 Chapter OnePeter Breaks Through??AII children, except one, grow up. They soon know that they will grow up, and the way Wendy knew was this. One day when she was two years old she was playing in a garden, and she plucked another flower and ran with it to her mother. I suppose she must have looked rather delightful, for Mrs Darling put her hand to her heart and cried, "Oh, why can't you remain like this for This was all that passed between them on the subject, but henceforth Wendy knew that she must grow up. You always know after you are two. Two is the beginning of the end.Of course they lived at 14, and until Wendy came her mother was the chief one. She was a lovely lady, with a romantic mind and such a sweet mocking mouth. Her romantic mind was like the tiny boxes, one within the other, that come from the puzzling East, however many you discover there is always one more; and her sweet mocking mouth had one kiss on it that Wendy could never get, though there it was, perfectly conspicuous in the right-hand corner.The way Mr Darling won her was this: the many gentlemen who had been boys when she was a girl discovered simultaneously that they loved her, and they all ran to her house to propose to her except Mr Darling, who took a cab and nipped in first, and so he got her. He got all of her, except the innermost box and the kiss. He never knew about the box, and in timehe gave up trying for the kiss. Wendy thought Napoleon could have got it, but I can picture him trying, and then going off in a passion, slamming the door.Mr Darling used to boast to Wendy that her mother not only loved him but respected him. He was one of those deep ones who know about stocks and shares. Of course no one really knows, but he quite seemed to know, and he often said stocks were up and shares were down in a way that would have made any woman respect him.Mrs Darling was married in white, and at first she kept the books perfectly, almost gleefully, as if it were a game, not so much as a Brussels sprout was missing; but by and by whole cauliflowers dropped out, and instead of them there were pictures of babies without faces. She drew them when she should have been totting up. They were Mrs Darling's guesses.Wendy came first, then John, then Michael.For a week or two after Wendy came it was doubtful whether they would be able to keep her, as she was another mouth to feed. Mr Darling was frightfully proud of her, but he was very honourable, and he sat on the edge of Mrs Darling's bed, holding her hand and calculating expenses, while she looked at him imploringly. She wanted to risk it, come what might, but that was not his way; his way was with a pencil and a piece of paper, and if she confused him with suggestions he had to begin at the beginning again."Now don't interrupt," he would beg of her. "I have one pound seventeen here, and two and six at the office; I can cut off my coffee at the office, say ten shillings, making two nine and six, with your eighteen and three makes three nine seven, with five nought nought in my chequebook makes eight nine seven,--who is that moving?-- eight nine seven, dot and carry seven--don't speak, my own--and the pound you lent to that man who came to the door--quiet, child--dot and carry child--there, you've done it!--did I say nine nine seven? yes, I said nine nine seven; the question is, can we try it for a year on nine nine seven?"?"Of course we can, George," she cried. But she was prejudiced in Wendy's favour, and he was really the grander character of the two."Remember mumps," he warned her almost threateningly and off he went again. "Mumps one pound, that is what I have put down, but I daresay it will be more like thirty shillings--don't speak--measles one five, German measles half a guinea, makes two fifteen six--don't waggle your finger-whooping cough, say fifteen shillings"--and so on it went, and it added up differently each time; but at last Wendy just got through, with mumps reduced to twelve six, and the two kinds of measles treated as one.There was the same excitement over John, and Michael had even a narrower squeak; but both were kept, and soon you might have seen the three of them going in a row to Miss Fulsom's Kindergarten school, accompanied by their nurse.Mrs Darling loved to have everything just so, and Mr Darling had a passion for being exactly like his neighbours; so, of course, they had a nurse. As they were poor, owing to the amount of milk the children drank, this nurse was a prim Newfoundland dog, called Nana, who had belonged to no one in particular until the Darlings engaged her. She had always thought children important, however, and the Darlings had become acquainted with her in Kensington Gardens, where she spent most of her spare time peeping into perambulators, and was much hated by careless nursemaids, whom she followed to their homes and complained of to their mistresses. She proved to be quite a treasure of a nurse. How thorough she was at bath-time; and up at any moment of the night if one of her charges made the slightest cry. Of course her kennel was in the nursery. She had a genius for knowing when a cough is a thing to have no patience with and when it needs a stocking round your throat. She believed to her last day in old-fashioned remedies like rhubarb leaf, and made sounds of contempt over all this new-fangled talk about germs, and so on. It was a lesson in propriety to see her escorting the children to school, walking sedately by their side when they were well behaved, and butting them back into line if they strayed. On John's footer days she never once forgot his sweater, and she usually carried an umbrella in her mouth in case of rain. There is a room in the basement of Miss Fulsom' s school where the nurses wait. They sat on forms, while Nana lay on the floor, but that was the only difference. They affected to ignore her as of an inferior social status to themselves, and she despised their light talk. She resented visits to the nursery from Mrs Darlings friends, but if they did come she first whipped off Michael's pinafore and put him into the one with blue braiding, and smoothed out Wendy and made a dash at John's hair.No nursery could possibly have been conducted more correctly, and Mr Darling knew it, yet he sometimes wondered uneasily whether the neighbours talked.He had his position in the city to consider.Nana also troubled him in another way. He had sometimes a feeling that she did not admire him. "I know she admires you tremendously, George," Mrs Darling would assure him, and then she would sign to the children to be specially nice to father. Lovely dances followed, in which the only other servant, Liza, was sometimes allowed to join. Such a midget she looked in her long skirt and maid's cap, though she had sworn, when engaged, that she would never see ten again. The gaiety of those romps! And gayest of all was Mrs Darling, who would pirouette so wildly that all you could see of her was the kiss, and then if you had dashed at her you might have got it. There never was a simpler happier family until the coming of Peter Pan.Mrs Darling first heard of Peter when she was tidying up her children's minds. It is the nightly custom of every good mother after her children are asleep to rummage in their minds and put things straight for next morning, repacking into their proper places the many articles that have wandered during the day. If you could keep awake (but of course you can't) you would see your own mother doing this, and you would find it very interesting to watch her. It is quite like tidying up drawers. You would see her on her knees, I expect, lingering humorously over some of your contents, wondering where on earth you had picked this thing up, making discoveries sweet and not so sweet, pressing this to her cheek as if it were as nice as a kitten, and hurriedly stowing that out of sight. When you wake in the morning, the naughtinesses and evil passions with which you went to bed have been folded up small and placed at the bottom of your mind; and on the top, beautifully aired, are spread out your prettier thoughts, ready for you to put on.I don't know whether you have ever seen a map of a person's mind. Doctors sometimes draw maps of other parts of you, and your own map can become intensely interesting, but catch them trying to draw a map of a child's mind, which is not only confused, but keeps going round all the time. There are zigzag lines on it, just like your temperature on a card, and these are probably roads in the island; for the Neverland is always more or less an island, with astonishing splashes of colour here and there, and coral reefs and rakish-looking craft in the offing, and savages and lonely lairs, and gnomes who are mostly tailors, and caves through which a river runs, and princes with six elder brothers, and a hut fast going to decay, and one very small old lady with a hooked nose. It would be an easy map if that were all; but there is also first day at school, religion, fathers, the round pond, needlework, murders, hangings, verbs that take the dative, chocolate pudding day, getting into braces, say ninety-nine, threepence for pulling out your tooth yourself, and so on; and either these are part of the island or they are another map showing through, and it is all rather confusing, especially as nothing will stand still.Of course the Neverlands vary a good deal. John's, for instance, had a lagoon with flamingoes flying over it at which John was shooting, while Michael, who was very small, had a flamingo with lagoons flying over it. John lived in a boat turned upside down on the sands, Michael in a wigwam, Wendy in a house of leaves deftly sewn together. John had no friends, Michael had friends at night, Wendy had a pet wolf forsaken by its parents; but on the whole the Neverlands have a family resemblance, and if they stood still in a row you could say of them that they have each other's nose, and so forth. On these magic shores children at play are for ever beaching their coracles. We too have been there; we can still hear the sound of the surf, though we shall land no more.Of all delectable islands the Neverland is the snuggest and most compact; not large and sprawly, you know, with tedious distances between one adventure and another, but nicely crammed. When you play at it by day with the chairs and table-cloth, it is not in the least alarming, but in the two minutes before you go to sleep it becomes very nearly real. That is why there are night-lights.Occasionally in her travels through her children's minds Mrs Darling found things she could not understand, and of these quite the most perplexing was the word Peter. She knew of no Peter, and yet he was here and there in John and Michael's minds, while Wendy's began to be scrawled all over with him. The name stood out in bolder letters than any of the other words, and as Mrs Darling gazed she felt that it had an oddly cocky appearance."Yes, he is rather cocky," Wendy admitted with regret. Her mother had been questioning her."But who is he, my pet?""He is Peter Pan, you know, mother."At first Mrs Darling did not know, but after thinking back into her childhood she just remembered a Peter Pan who was said to live with the fairies. There were odd stories about him; as that when children died he went part of the way with them, so that they should not be frightened. She had believed in him at the time, but now that she was married and full of sense she quite doubted whether there was any such person."Besides," she said to Wendy, "he would be grown up by this time.""Oh no, he isn't grown up," Wendy assured her confidently, "and he is just my size." She meant that he was her size in both mind and body; she didn't know how she knew it, she just knew it.Mrs Darling consulted Mr Darling, but he smiled pooh-pooh. "Mark my words," he said, "it is some nonsense Nana has been putting into their heads; just the sort of idea a dog would have. Leave it alone, and it will blow over."But it would not blow over; and soon the troublesome boy gave Mrs Darling quite a shock.Children have the strangest adventures without being troubled by them. For instance, they may remember to mention, a week after the event happened, that when they were in the wood they met their dead father and had a game with him. It was in this casual way that Wendy one morning made a disquieting revelation. Some leaves of a tree had been found on the nursery floor, which certainly were not there when the children went to bed, and Mrs Darling was puzzling over them when Wendy said with a tolerant smile:"I do believe it is that Peter again!""Whatever do you mean, Wendy?""It is so naughty of him not to wipe," Wendy said, sighing. She was a tidy child.She explained in quite a matter-of-fact way that she thought Peter sometimes came to the nursery in the night and sat on the foot of her bed and played on his pipes to her. Unfortunately she never woke, so she didn't know how she knew, she just knew."What nonsense you talk, precious. No one can get into the house without knocking.""I think he comes in by the window," she said."My love, it is three floors up.""Were not the leaves at the foot of the window, mother?"It was quite true; the leaves had been found very near the window.Mrs Darling did not know what to think, for it all seemed so natural to Wendy that you could not dismiss it by saying she had been dreaming."My child," the mother cried, "why did you not tell me of this before?""I forgot," said Wendy lightly. She was in a hurry to get her breakfast.Oh, surely she must have been dreaming.But, on the other hand, there were the leaves. Mrs Darling examined them carefully; they were skeleton leaves, but she was sure they did not come from any tree that grew in England. She crawled about the floor, peering at it with a candle for marks of a strange foot. She rattled the poker up the chimney and tapped the walls. She let down a tape from the window to the pavement, and it was a sheer drop of thirty feet, without so much as a spout to climb up by.Certainly Wendy had been dreaming.But Wendy had not been dreaming, as the very next night showed, the night on which the extraordinary adventures of these children may be said to have begun.On the night we speak of all the children were once more in bed. It happened to be Nana's evening off, and Mrs Darling had bathed them and sung to them till one by one they had let go her hand and slid away into the land of sleep.All were looking so safe and cosy that she smiled at her fears now and sat down tranquilly by the fire to sew.It was something for Michael, who on his birthday was getting into shirts. The fire was warm, however, and the nursery dimly lit by three night-lights, and presently the sewing lay on Mrs Darling's lap. Then her head nodded, oh, so gracefully. She was asleep. Look at the four of them, Wendy and Michael over there, John here, and Mrs Darling by the fire. There should have been a fourth night-light.While she slept she had a dream. She dreamt that the Neverland had come too near and that a strange boy had broken through from it. He did not alarm her, for she thought she had seen him before in the faces of many women who have no children. Perhaps he is to be found in the faces of some mothers also. But in her dream he had rent the film that obscures the Neverland, and she saw Wendy and John and Michael peeping through the gap.The dream by itself would have been a trifle, but while she was dreaming the window of the nursery blew open, and a boy did drop on the floor. He was accompanied by a strange light, no bigger than your fist, which darted about the room like a living thing; and I think it must have been this light that wakened Mrs Darling.She started up with a cry, and saw the boy, and somehow she knew at once that he was Peter Pan. If you or I or Wendy had been there we should have seen that he was very like Mrs Darling's kiss. He was a lovely boy, clad in skeleton leaves and the juices that ooze out of the trees; but the most entrancing thing about him was that he had all his first teeth. When he saw she was a grown-up, he gnashed the little pearls at her.?Copyright 2003 by Charles Vess Continues... Excerpted from Peter Pan by Barrie, J. M. Copyright ? 2003 by Barrie, J. M.. Excerpted by permission. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site.

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永恒的童真与飞翔的梦想：一部关于成长的深刻反思 图书名称：[请在此处填写另一本与《彼得·潘》主题、风格或作者完全无关的图书名称] 图书类型：[例如：历史传记/科幻小说/烹饪指南/哲学论著/当代文学] --- 引言：时间的洪流与人类的抉择 在浩瀚的书海中，有些作品如同灯塔，指引着我们探索未知的彼岸；有些则如同沉船，载满了历史的重量与文明的碎片。本书，[此处填入您为该书设定的名称]，便属于后者——它不是对逃避现实的轻盈咏叹，而是对时间残酷、责任重量以及个体在历史进程中如何定位的深刻剖析。 本书的主线围绕着二十世纪中叶欧洲大陆上一个名叫伊利亚·沃伦科夫（Ilya Volenkov）的普通知识分子展开。他并非叱咤风云的政治家，也不是声名显赫的艺术家，而是一个在大学图书馆档案室工作的历史文献整理员。然而，正是这种置身事外、专注于“过去”的职业，使得他成为了观察时代巨变的最佳视角。 第一部分：沉寂下的酝酿——学术的象牙塔与骤变的外部世界 故事始于一个看似宁静的冬日，背景设定在虚构的、饱受战后创伤后遗症困扰的中欧城市“维斯塔拉（Vistula）”。伊利亚沉浸在对一份失落已久的、关于早期工业革命时期工人运动的私人信件的研究中。他的世界是尘封的羊皮纸、墨水的酸涩气味以及卡片索引的精确排列。他相信，历史的真相藏在被遗忘的脚注里。 然而，这种对秩序和知识的偏爱，很快被外部世界的剧烈动荡所打破。随着保守力量与新兴的激进思潮之间的矛盾日益尖锐，维斯塔拉这座城市开始分裂。伊利亚的同事、挚友，一位研究社会学理论的学者奥尔加，选择了投身政治活动，她坚信知识分子有义务“弄脏双手”去塑造未来。 本书的开篇详细描绘了伊利亚在个人世界和公共责任之间的挣扎。他观察着奥尔加如何从一个沉静的辩论者，蜕变为一个在街头疾呼的演说家。伊利亚的抗拒并非源于怯懦，而是一种对“确定性”的执着追求——他害怕被快速变动的意识形态裹挟，害怕自己所珍视的、基于证据的理性世界观被情绪化的口号所取代。 第二部分：档案的重量——个人记忆与集体遗忘 随着政治气氛的紧张，伊利亚的工作环境也变得充满隐喻。他发现自己负责整理的档案中，开始出现不协调的“空白”——一些关键的文件被秘密抽走，另一些则被替换成了经过精心编纂的官方叙事。 这本书的核心冲突之一，便是“记忆的权力”。伊利亚意识到，他所依赖的“历史事实”，在权力面前是多么脆弱。他开始了一场秘密的“反向挖掘”工作，试图拼凑出那些被抹去的片段。这不仅仅是一场与当局的猫鼠游戏，更是一次对自身职业道德的终极拷问：当真相成为一种危险的奢侈品时，一个学者应该如何自处？ 在这一部分，作者运用了大量的心理描写，刻画了伊利亚在深夜的档案室中，面对泛黄的纸张，感受到的那种穿越时空的孤独感。他研究的不仅是十九世纪的事件，更是对二十世纪自身命运的预演。书中详细描述了他如何通过对比不同版本的官方公告，推导出信息的扭曲路径，这种精细的推演过程，展现了作者对文献学和细节描写的深刻功力。 第三部分：责任的边界——知识分子的隐形抵抗 伊利亚最终没有选择公开的对抗，这使得他常常被视为软弱或同流合污。但本书的后半段，巧妙地辩证了“隐形抵抗”的价值。伊利亚的选择是保护“信息的载体”本身。他将那些敏感的、真实的手稿巧妙地藏匿在那些被认为“无关紧要”的、冗长乏味的政府报告和税收清单之中，用枯燥的表象来伪装真相的火焰。 本书用几章的篇幅，专注于描绘伊利亚如何设计这一复杂的藏匿系统。他利用自己对图书馆分类法的绝对掌控，创造了一个只有他自己能理解的“第二索引”。这种抵抗是内敛的、反英雄式的，它挑战了传统叙事中对“英雄”的定义——英雄并非总是手持武器，有时，他只是一个守护知识纯净性的守夜人。 故事的高潮部分，描绘了奥尔加因政治活动被捕后的审讯场景。伊利亚没有被直接牵连，但他的沉默和“无知”成为了保护他所守护的秘密的盾牌。他目睹了奥尔加的审讯，却只能在自己的领域内进行防御。这种无力感，与他手中掌握的，关于过去无懈可击的证据，形成了令人心碎的张力。 第四部分：时间的遗产与个体的终结 随着政治风暴的平息，或是说，随着新的权力结构稳定下来，维斯塔拉似乎恢复了表面的平静。伊利亚继续他的工作，他的秘密依然安全。然而，本书的结尾并未提供一个简单的胜利。 伊利亚从未真正与外界的动荡和解。他将自己的一生，献祭给了对那些“不存在的真相”的守护。当他步入暮年，身体衰弱时，他开始担心：谁会找到他所守护的档案？更重要的是，当后人读到这些被精心保存的历史时，他们是否还拥有分辨真伪的能力？ 本书的最后一章，以伊利亚在弥留之际，对着窗外黄昏中的城市进行的一段内心独白收尾。他思考的不是自己的一生有多么伟大，而是知识传承的脆弱性。他意识到，他成功地保护了信息，却无法保证信息能够被“理解”。这并非对未来的绝望，而是一种对人类理性永恒局限性的深刻洞察。 结语：一本关于“在场”与“缺席”的沉思录 [此处填入您为该书设定的名称] 是一部探讨知识分子在极端社会压力下的职业伦理、记忆的政治操纵以及个体在历史宏大叙事中的微小但关键作用的杰作。它要求读者放慢脚步，深入到细节之中，体会那些被刻意忽略的“空白”所蕴含的巨大信息量。它不是一部关于飞翔的幻想，而是一部关于如何脚踏实地，在坚硬的现实中为真理开辟缝隙的沉重报告。它提出的核心问题是：我们选择相信什么，以及我们如何知道我们所相信的是真实的？ 这种对理性、记忆和责任的探索，使其超越了单纯的历史背景，成为了一部关于现代人精神困境的永恒寓言。

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这本平装版的《彼得·潘》仿佛是一扇通往另一个世界的窗户，透过它，我看到了一个充满奇幻色彩的永无岛，一个永远拒绝长大的男孩，以及一群渴望冒险的孩子们。书中的文字带着一种古典的韵味，每一句话都精心雕琢，仿佛有着自身的生命力，缓缓流淌进读者的心田。彼得·潘的形象，既有孩童的纯真可爱，又不失少年人的勇敢与机智。他带领着温蒂和她的弟弟们，在海盗、巫婆和各种奇妙生物之间穿梭，他们的每一次冒险都充满了惊险与刺激。虎克船长的阴险狡诈，与彼得·潘的机智勇敢形成了鲜明的对比，使得故事更加引人入胜。而达林夫人的母性光辉，更是为这个充满冒险的故事增添了一份温暖的底色。阅读这本书，不仅仅是欣赏一个精彩的故事，更是一种对想象力与自由的赞美。它鼓励我们不要被现实的束缚所困，要敢于追寻内心的渴望，即使这意味着要与世俗的规则背道而驰。这本书的魅力在于，它能够唤醒我们内心深处对未知的好奇，对纯粹情感的向往，以及对自由的永恒追求。每一次翻开，都能感受到一种全新的力量在涌动，一种想要冲破束缚，去探索更广阔世界的冲动。

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这本书就像一个承载着儿时梦想的宝盒，轻轻打开，便是无尽的惊喜与感动。我尤其喜欢彼得·潘身上那种永不言败的精神，即使面对强大的敌人，他也能用他的智慧和勇气找到解决之道。温蒂从一个天真烂漫的小女孩，在永无岛的经历中逐渐成长，她学会了照顾，学会了责任，但也始终没有放弃对飞翔的向往。书中的描绘，不仅仅是简单的冒险故事，更是一种对成长与离别的深刻探讨。那些迷失的孩子们，他们虽然失去了父母的关爱，却在彼得·潘的带领下找到了属于自己的快乐与归属。虎克船长的形象，虽然是个反派，但也充满了戏剧性，他的每一次出现都为故事增添了紧张感。这本书的语言风格非常独特，既有童话的纯真，又不乏哲学的思考，让不同年龄段的读者都能从中获得启示。它提醒我们，即使长大了，也不要忘记内心深处那个曾经渴望飞翔的孩子，那个对世界充满好奇的自己。这本书是一次对童年的致敬，一次对梦想的礼赞，每一次阅读，都能感受到一股温暖的力量，一种对美好事物的向往。

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这本书就像一封来自童年的邀请函，轻轻叩响了心扉。当我翻开它，仿佛瞬间回到了那个无忧无虑的年纪，耳边响起了海鸥的叫声，鼻尖萦绕着海风特有的咸湿气息。彼得·潘，这个永远长不大的男孩，他的冒险故事就像一颗闪耀的星辰，点亮了我心中最柔软的角落。想象着他带着温蒂和她的弟弟们飞越伦敦的夜空，穿越璀璨的星河，降落在那个神秘的永无岛，一切都充满了奇幻的色彩。虎克船长的狡猾，达林夫人的温柔，小仙子叮当的可爱，还有那些迷失的孩子们，他们每一个形象都如此鲜活，仿佛跃然纸上。阅读这本书的过程，与其说是读故事，不如说是一次心灵的回归，一次对纯真与梦想的重温。那些在现实生活中被遗忘的角落，被彼得·潘用他的勇气和想象力重新点亮。它不仅仅是一个童话，更是一种对生活态度的诠释——永远不要失去那份孩童般的好奇心和对未知世界的探索欲。每一次阅读，都会有新的感悟，仿佛每一次飞翔都带我看到了不同的风景。书中的文字带着一种独特的魔力，能够唤醒我们内心深处最原始的渴望，让我们重新审视那些被成人世界遗忘的美好。

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读完这本《彼得·潘》，我仿佛经历了一场奇幻的旅行，心灵也得到了前所未有的洗涤。书中的世界如此鲜活，从伦敦的屋顶到永无岛的丛林，每一个场景都仿佛近在眼前。彼得·潘这个角色，他的叛逆与纯真并存，他的勇敢与天真相融，构成了一个独一无二的形象。他拒绝长大，不是因为逃避责任，而是因为他更珍视那份自由自在，那份对世界的好奇与探索。温蒂的成长轨迹，更是触动了我内心最柔软的部分。她从一个憧憬冒险的女孩，在经历了一系列事件后，开始理解责任与离别的意义，这种成长既是必然，也带着一丝淡淡的忧伤。虎克船长作为反派，他的邪恶与无奈，也让这个故事更加立体。书中的许多情节，比如与美人鱼的相遇，与印第安人的约定，都充满了想象力，让人欲罢不能。这本书不仅仅是一个童话故事，更是一种对生活态度的象征，它鼓励我们要永远保持一颗年轻的心，去追寻那些看似遥不可及的梦想，去感受生活中的点滴美好。每一次阅读，都像是在重新点燃内心的火焰，让我对生活充满了更多的热爱与憧憬。

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这本书散发出一种难以言喻的魅力，一种属于永恒孩童的纯粹与自由。每次拿起它，都能感受到一种强烈的代入感，仿佛自己也化身为一个渴望飞翔的孩子，准备踏上一段未知的冒险。故事中的许多场景，比如与虎克船长的较量，与鳄鱼的斗智斗勇，以及孩子们在永无岛上的日常生活，都描绘得栩栩如生，充满了童趣和想象力。彼得·潘这个角色，更是代表了一种理想化的自由精神，他无拘无束，勇敢无畏，永远活在当下，追求着最纯粹的快乐。温蒂的成长，从一个对冒险充满向往的小女孩，到一个开始思考责任与离别的少女，她的变化也触动人心。书中的一些细节，比如小仙子叮当的妒忌与忠诚，迷失孩子们的纯真与依赖，都刻画得入木三分，让读者在欢笑中感受到角色的复杂性。这本书不仅仅是给孩子看的，对于成年人来说，它更是一面镜子，映照出我们内心深处被现实磨损的童真。它提醒着我们，即使身处纷繁复杂的世界，也要保留一份对梦想的执着，一份对未知的好奇，一份对纯粹情感的珍视。每一次阅读，都像是一次心灵的洗涤，让疲惫的心灵得以休憩和舒展。

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书好小，这种价位可以买很不错的中文书，可能外文原版就是比较贵。

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好轻的一本书，内容翔实，值得购买阅读。

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这个书名的，英文版的价格告诉你一个，这本的话还算可以。

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不错，是原版！

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挺不错的一本书，很早就听说过，一直没机会看

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内容还行，纸太差，很糙

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可能是我忘性太好了吧，看不懂啊呜呜。。。。

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还没看，不晓得到底如何？

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字太小，排版太密了。