好词：1.亟需2.棘手：扎手，刺手3.饿痨4.摇摆不定：指心意犹豫不决，来回变化5.学识渊博：指学识深而且广6.背信弃义：背：违背；信：信用；弃：扔掉；义：道义违背诺言，不讲道义7.出类拔萃：拔：超出；类：同类；萃：原为草丛生的样子，引伸为聚集超出同类之上多指人的品德才能8.坚持：决保持住或进行下去9.美妙：美好；美好绝妙10.羡慕：爱慕，钦慕，希望自己也有11.承担：负担或担当12.麻烦：烦杂琐碎；费事13.维持：保持使继续存在14.喷嚏：鼻粘膜受刺激，急剧吸气，然后很快地由鼻孔喷出并发出声音的现象 好句：1.然而不知是由于造化还是遗传，奥利弗胸中已经种下了刚毅倔强的精神这种精神广阔的空间得以发展，还要归功于寄养所伙食太差，说不定正是由于这种待遇，他好歹活到了自己的第九个生日2.好一幅绝妙的写照，活现了仁慈为怀的英国法律3.苏尔伯雷先生是个瘦高个，骨节大得出奇，一身黑色礼服早就磨得经纬毕露，下边配同样颜色的长统棉袜和鞋子，鞋袜上缀有补丁他那副长相本来就不宜带有轻松愉快的笑意，不过，总的来说，他倒是有几分职业性的诙谐他迎着邦布尔先生走上前来，步履十分轻快，亲眼地与他握手，眉间显露出内心的喜悦4.这天傍晚，白背心绅士非常自信非常明确地断言，奥立弗不光要受绞刑，而且还会被开肠剖肚，剁成几块邦布尔先生闷闷不乐，有些神秘地直摇脑袋，宣称自己希望奥立弗终得善报对于这一点，甘菲尔先生回答说，他希望那小子还是归自己，尽管他大体上同意干事的话，但表达出来的愿望似乎完全相反5.人类作孽的罪证如同浓重的阴云，尽管升腾十分缓慢，但难逃天网，最后总有恶报倾注到我们头上——我们何不在想像中听一听死者发出悲愤的控诉，任何力量也无法压制，任何尊严也无法封锁的控诉——哪怕只是稍微想一想，听一听，那么每天每日的生活所带来的伤害不义磨难痛苦暴行和冤屈，哪里还会有落脚之处！6.在某一个小城，由于诸多原因，对该城的大名还是不提为好，我连假名也不给它取一个此地和无数大大小小的城镇一样，在那里的公共建筑物之中也有一个古已有之的机构，这就是济贫院本章题目中提到了姓名的那个人就出生在这所济贫院里，具体日期无需赘述，反正这一点对读者来说无关紧要——至少在目前这个阶段是这样7.我们已经陪着他在回家的路上走了很长一段，那个老太婆的丧事也已做好了一切准备，现在让我们去打听一下奥立弗·退斯特的下落，看看托比·格拉基特丢下他以后，他是否还躺在水沟里8.该理事会储君都是一些练达睿智的哲人，当他们关心起济贫院来的时候，立刻发现了一个等闲之辈绝对看不出来的问题-穷人们喜欢济贫院9.奥利弗犯下了一个亵渎神明，大逆不道的罪过，公然要求多给些粥，在以后的一个礼拜里，他成了一名重要的犯人，一直被单独关在黑屋子里，这种安排是出自理事会的远见卓识与大慈大悲10.两个孤儿长时间地紧紧拥抱，泪水滚滚流淌，相互讲出一些不连贯的话语，让我们将这些泪水和话语献给上帝吧转瞬之间，他俩都知道了各自的父亲姐姐母亲是谁欢乐与忧伤交汇在命运的杯子里，然而其中绝没有辛酸的眼泪：因为就连忧伤本身也已冲淡，又裹在了那样甜蜜亲切的回忆之中，失去了所有的苦涩，成了一种庄严的快慰11.一些意志坚定的人在经受生离死别考验时表现出令人羡慕的顺从与刚毅12.自己内心有一种正在增长的尊严，有了这种尊严，他才坚持到了最后，哪怕被他们活活架在火上烤，也不会叫一声13.说起来，世间一应人等当中，如果有谁流露出一丝一毫缺少感情的迹象，理事会理所当然会处于一种满腔义愤震惊不已的状况，然而，这一回他们却有些误会了事情很简单，奥立弗的感受并非太少，而应当说太多了，大有可能被落到头上的虐待弄得一辈子傻里傻气，心灰意懒他无动于衷地听完这一条有关他的去向的消息，接过塞到他手里的行李——拿在手里实在费不了多大劲，因为他的行李也就是一个牛皮纸包，半英尺见方，三英寸厚——把帽檐往下拉了拉，又一次紧紧拉住邦布尔先生的外套袖口，由这位大人物领着去了一处新的受难场所14.终于，一阵痛苦而微弱的哭声打破了四周的沉寂，孩子发出一阵呻吟，醒过来了他的左臂给用一张披巾草草包扎了一下，沉甸甸地垂在身边，动弹不得，披巾上浸透了鲜血他浑身瘫软，几乎无法坐起来等到果真坐起来的时候，他吃力地掉过头去，指望有人救助，却不禁疼得呻吟起来由于寒冷和疲劳，他身上的每一处关节都在哆嗦他挣扎着站起身来，然而，从头到脚抖个不停，又直挺挺地倒了下去15.小奥利弗多次率领葬礼行列，他配上了一条拖到膝盖的帽带，使城里所有做母亲的都生出一份说不出的感动和赞赏16.哭是上帝赋予我们的天性--但又有多少人会这般小小年纪就在上帝面前倾洒泪水！17.天将破晓，第一抹暗淡模糊的色彩——与其说这是白昼的诞生，不如说是黑夜的死亡——软弱无力地在空中闪射着微光，空气变得分外凛冽刺骨黑暗中看上去模糊可怕的物体变得越来越清晰，逐渐恢复了为人熟知的形状一阵骤雨僻哩啪啦地打在光秃秃的灌木丛中尽管急雨打在身上，奥立弗却没有感。
2. 《雾都孤儿》中一百句优美句子1.没有强烈的爱，没有仁爱的心，没有以慈悲为怀为准则、以对世间众生的爱心为伟大的特征的上帝感激之忱，是永远得不到幸福的。
2.广阔的天空似乎整个燃烧了起来。烈火喷出阵雨般的火星一浪压过一浪的冲向天空，照亮了方圆几英里的天空，滚滚浓烟朝他站的方向袭过来。
3.欢乐与忧伤交汇在命运之杯里，然而其中绝没有辛酸的眼泪：因为就连忧伤本身也已冲淡，又裹在了那样甜密、亲切的回忆之中，失去了所有的苦涩，成了一种庄严的快慰。4.实际生活中，从摆满珍肴美撰的餐桌到临终时的灵床，从吊丧的孝服到节日的盛装，这种变迁的惊人之处也毫不逊色，只不过我们就是其中匆匆来去的演员，而不是袖手旁观的看客罢了，这一点是有着天壤之别的。
5.应该为这位小姐说句公道话，她并没有直截了当承认自己不想去，只是表达了一个热切而强烈的愿望：要去的话，她宁可“挨雷劈”，用一个客气而又巧妙的适词，避开了正面回答。据此看来，这位小姐天生具有良好的教养，不忍心叫一位人类同胞蒙受断然拒绝、当面开销的痛苦。
6.有的时候，一支亲切的乐曲，一处幽静地方的潺潺水声，一朵花的芳香，甚而只是说出一个熟悉的字眼，会突然唤起一些模糊的记忆，令人想起一些今生不曾出现过的场景，它们会像微风一样飘散，仿佛刹那间唤醒了对某种久已别离的、比较快乐的往事，而这种回忆单靠冥思苦想是怎么也想不起来的。7.这里没有月下跃马荒原的画面，没有在最舒适的洞窟中寻欢作乐的场景，没有令人啧啧称羡的服装，没有锦绣，没有花边，没有马鞍，没有猩红色的外套和裥饰，没有自古以来就是“江湖豪客”本色的那份帅劲和逍遥。
寒冷潮湿、无处栖身的午夜伦敦街头，邪恶在里边挤得转悠不开的藏垢纳污之所，饥馑与疫疠出没无常的鬼地方，勉强缀连在一起的破衣衫——-这一切有什么魅力可言？德行看到了脏袜子立即别过头去；可是邪恶只要用缎带和艳丽的服饰装潢起来，像已婚女子那样换个姓氏，就变成了罗曼蒂克，你道怪与不怪？8.几天以来，哀愁似乎已经占据了这个心急的孩子那双忧郁的眼睛，不管看到什么美好的东西都笼罩着一层阴云，这种忧愁已经魔术般地烟消云散。绿叶上的露珠闪出更加晶莹的光泽，微风伴着一支更加美妙的乐曲从绿色的叶片中间飒飒穿过。
连天空本身也好想更蓝更亮了。这就是我们自己的心境产生的影响，它甚至会波及外界事物的形态。
人们看到天地万物和自己的人类同胞，大叫一切都是那样阴暗、消沉，这并非没有道理，但这种阴暗的颜色只是他们自己带有偏见的眼睛与心灵的反映罢了。真实的色彩是十分美妙的，需要的是更加清澈的眼光9.我喜欢在路上的感觉。
在路上可以避开所有我不想面对的事情。10.路越艰难，风景越美，无论如何，感谢经历。
11.梦是甜的，路是长的，我们总是怀着美好的愿望，进行着我们的人生。即使道路艰难，路途遥远，依然不悔。
12.这弯弯曲曲的大道，像一条没有尽头的长绳，缠绕山腰，越过山冈，爬进积着残雪的沼泽滩。消失在遥远的天边。
13.高速公路像一条银色的飘带，柔软的弧线缠绕着，穿越这座座青翠的山峰，飘逸而美丽！14.每个人的命运都掌握在自己手中，每个人的脚下都有一条通往成功的道路。如何才能走好属于自己的人生之路，是永远需要我们思考的问题。
15.这弯弯曲曲的大道，像一条没有尽头的长绳，缠绕山腰，越过山冈，爬进积着残雪的沼泽滩，消失在遥远的天边。16.浓阴蔽天的大山深处，有条横贯山岭的石板路，高低起伏，若隐若现，宛如一条回环曲折、飘浮不定的带子。
17.在路上，我们永远年轻，永远热泪盈眶。18.全世界第一条高速公路是德国科隆市市长康瑞德海迪那于1932年发明的。
19.天很黑，路很滑，我怎么走进你心里？20.乡间小路，弯弯曲曲，像顽皮的孩子在捉弄人，不时露出一点点踪影，不时又隐没了。21.一盏盏玉兰球型组合灯，将柏油路面照得水雾蒙蒙，行人稀少，偶尔有辆出租小汽车沙沙地驶过。
22.当你走的路跟别人不同时，你才能看到更独特的风景。18、梦想，可以天花乱坠，理想，是我们一步一个脚印踩出来的坎坷道路。
19、高速公路高速公路的特点是高速、交通量大和有较高的运输经济效益及社会效益。20、高速公路全线封闭，出入口控制，只准汽车在规定的一些立体交叉口进出公路。
21、天堂有路你不走，地狱无门你闯进来。22、一个朋友一条路，一个冤家一堵墙。
23.这就是路，蜿蜒与平坦混合在一起，奇趣与壮美混合在一起，失败与成功混合在一起；这就是路，它不仅是我们脚下踩的路，更是我们人生的路！24、我不知道将去何方，但我已在路上。25、即使前路艰难，也要跬步前进。
因为每一步都能让你比昨天前进一点。26、独上高楼，望尽天涯路。
27、晨曦初照，而山像含羞的少女，若隐若现，日落西山，余光横照。28、大雨洗过的路面，映着银色的路灯，仿佛是一片透明的水晶世界。
29、路是中国的动脉，是通往全国各地的桥梁。30、高速公路的标志，通常是两条道路中有过街桥的标图。
31、我不知道未来是怎样，但我知道我已经在路上。32、路很多，要选择最难走的那一条！33、八角街是围绕。
3. 雾都孤儿中一百句优美句子1、我们像是表面上的针，不停的转动，一面转，一面看着时间匆匆离去，却无能为力。
2、或许，最美的事不是留住时光，而是留住记忆，如最初相识的感觉一样，哪怕一个不经意的笑容，便是我们最怀念的故事。但愿，时光，如初见。
3、时间没有等我，是你忘了带我走，我左手过目不忘的的萤火，右手里是十年一个漫长的打坐。
4、当你真正爱一样东西的时候你就会发现语言多么的脆弱和无力。文字与感觉永远有隔阂。
5、我忘了哪年哪月的哪一日我在哪面墙上刻下一张脸一张微笑着忧伤着凝望我的脸。
6、如果难过，就努力抬头望天空吧，望着望着就忘了……它那么大，一定可以包容你的所有委屈。
7、我哒哒的马蹄是个美丽的错误，我只是过客，不是归人。
8、要理想不要幻想，要激情不要矫情。凡事知足常乐。
9、我的眼泪留了下来，灌溉了下面柔软的小草，不知道来年，会不会开出一地的记忆和忧愁。
10、在一起久了，两个人的性格会逐渐互补，爱得多的那个脾气会越来越好、越来越迁就；被爱的那个则会越来越霸道。总有一个人会改变自己，放下底线来迎合纵容你。不是天生好脾气，只是怕失去你，才宁愿把你越宠越坏，困在怀里。所谓性格不合，只是不爱的借口。
11、很多时候，心里明明不是那样想的，却控制不了自己而说出相反的话。
12、恋人是会在一起吃饭聊天，讲故事和吵架的人。会在一起到头发变白，天气好的时候牵着手一起出去走走的人。
13、牵着我的手，闭着眼睛走你也不会迷路。
14、生活就是做出选择，一旦你做出了你的选择，你就必须活在你的决定中。
15、如果可以和你在一起，我宁愿让天空所有的星光全部损落，因为你的眼睛，是我生命里最亮的光芒。
16、真正的失败不是你没有做成事，而是你甘心于失败。
17、原来有些你自以为很重要的人，你不联系他，他就真的永远不会联系你。
18、听好了，人都会有讨厌的、烦恼的、在意的事，不要去想它们。这种事只要一思考，就会变得更严重。如果只是放在心上，就不会那么沉重，用脑袋去想的话就完了。
19、如果有一天， 让你心动的再也感动不了你，让你愤怒的再也激怒不了你，让你悲伤的再也不能让你流泪，你便知道这时光，这生活给了你什么，你为了成长，付出了什么。
20、一切都会好起来的，即使不是在今天，总有一天会的。
21、人累了，就休息；心累了，就淡定。长大了，成熟了，这个社会就看透了。累了，难过了，就蹲下来，给自己一个拥抱。因为这个世界上没有人能同情你，怜悯你。你哭了，眼泪是你自己的；你痛了，没有人能体会到。那么你只有流着泪去微笑。
4. 雾都孤儿中的精彩词句Chapter LII FAGIN'S LAST NIGHT ALIVE The court was paved, from floor to roof, with human faces. Inquisitive and eager eyes peered from every inch of space. From the rail before the dock, away into the sharpest angle of the smallest corner in the galleries, all looks were fixed upon one man--Fagin. Before him and behind: above, below, on the right and on the left: he seemed to stand surrounded by a firmament, all bright with gleaming eyes. He stood there, in all this glare of living light, with one hand resting on the wooden slab before him, the other held to his ear, and his head thrust forward to enable him to catch with greater distinctness every word that fell from the presiding judge, who was delivering his charge to the jury. At times, he turned his eyes sharply upon them to observe the effect of the slightest featherweight in his favour; and when the points against him were stated with terrible distinctness, looked towards his counsel, in mute appeal that he would, even then, urge something in his behalf. Beyond these manifestations of anxiety, he stirred not hand or foot. He had scarcely moved since the trial began; and now that the judge ceased to speak, he still remained in the same strained attitude of close attention, with his gaze ben on him, as though he listened still. A slight bustle in the court, recalled him to himself. Looking round, he saw that the juryman had turned together, to consider their verdict. As his eyes wandered to the gallery, he could see the people rising above each other to see his face: some hastily applying their glasses to their eyes: and others whispering their neighbours with looks expressive of abhorrence. A few there were, who seemed unmindful of him, and looked only to the jury, in impatient wonder how they could delay. But in no one face--not even among the women, of whom there were many there--could he read the faintest sympathy with himself, or any feeling but one of all-absorbing interest that he should be condemned. As he saw all this in one bewildered glance, the deathlike stillness came again, and looking back he saw that the jurymen had turned towards the judge. Hush! They only sought permission to retire. He looked, wistfully, into their faces, one by one when they passed out, as though to see which way the greater number leant; but that was fruitless. The jailed touched him on the shoulder. He followed mechanically to the end of the dock, and sat down on a chair. The man pointed it out, or he would not have seen it. 人群中有人在吃东西，有人用手绢扇风【如下】 He looked up into the gallery again. Some of the people were eating, and some fanning themselves with handkerchiefs; for the crowded place was very hot. There was one young man sketching his face in a little note-book. He wondered whether it was like, and looked on when the artist broke his pencil-point, and made another with his knife, as any idle spectator might have done. In the same way, when he turned his eyes towards the judge, his mind began to busy itself with the fashion of his dress, and what it cost, and how he put it on. There was an old fat gentleman on the bench, too, who had gone out, some half an hour before, and now come back. He wondered within himself whether this man had been to get his dinner, what he had had, and where he had had it; and pursued this train of careless thought until some new object caught his eye and roused another. Not that, all this time, his mind was, for an instant, free from one oppressive overwhelming sense of the grave that opened at his feet; it was ever present to him, but in a vague and general way, and he could not fix his thoughts upon it. Thus, even while he trembled, and turned burning hot at the idea of speedy death, he fell to counting the iron spikes before him, and wondering how the head of one had been broken off, and whether they would mend it, or leave it as it was. Then, he thought of all the horrors of the gallows and the scaffold--and stopped to watch a man sprinkling the floor to cool it--and then went on to think again. At length there was a cry of silence, and a breathless look from all towards the door. The jury returned, and passed him close. He could glean nothing from their faces; they might as well have been of stone. Perfect stillness ensued--not a rustle--not a breath--Guilty. The building rang with a tremendous shout, and another, and another, and then it echoed loud groans, that gathered strength as they swelled out, like angry thunder. It was a peal of joy from the populace outside, greeting the news that he would die on Monday. The noise subsided, and he was asked if he had anything to say why sentence of death 。
5. 《雾都孤儿》中有哪些优美的句子He ate the food and wine in the stomach would turn into bile,blood clotting into the ice ,the heart as hard as iron .
他吃下去的佳肴美酒在肚子里会化作胆汁，血凝成了冰，心像铁一样硬.
In indent his narrow bunks,still willing that's his coffin,he can be at peace in the church are buried in the fields,the tall weeds on his head lightly swaying,dark antique clock plays,soothe yourself forever.
在缩进他那狭窄的铺位里去的时候，仍然甘愿那就是他的棺材，他从此可以安安稳稳地在教堂地里长眠了，高高的野草在头顶上轻盈地随风摇曳，深沉的古钟奏响，抚慰自己长眠不醒.
Human nature is so wonderful ,the same good quality never favoritism ,either in the finest gentleman who develop ,they can be the most foul charity school student body grow.
人的本性是多么的美妙，同样美好的品质从不厚此薄彼，既可以在最出色的君子身上发扬，又可以再最卑污的慈善学校学生的身上滋长.
Some strong-willed person subjected to the test of time parting showed admirable obedience and fortitude .
一些意志坚定的人在经受生离死别考验时表现出令人羡慕的顺e69da5e887aae799bee5baa631333337386631从与刚毅.
With people that are determined to be tested and death showed an enviable comply with bravery.
6. 雾都孤儿中的精彩词句Chapter LII FAGIN'S LAST NIGHT ALIVE The court was paved, from floor to roof, with human faces. Inquisitive and eager eyes peered from every inch of space. From the rail before the dock, away into the sharpest angle of the smallest corner in the galleries, all looks were fixed upon one man--Fagin. Before him and behind: above, below, on the right and on the left: he seemed to stand surrounded by a firmament, all bright with gleaming eyes. He stood there, in all this glare of living light, with one hand resting on the wooden slab before him, the other held to his ear, and his head thrust forward to enable him to catch with greater distinctness every word that fell from the presiding judge, who was delivering his charge to the jury. At times, he turned his eyes sharply upon them to observe the effect of the slightest featherweight in his favour; and when the points against him were stated with terrible distinctness, looked towards his counsel, in mute appeal that he would, even then, urge something in his behalf. Beyond these manifestations of anxiety, he stirred not hand or foot. He had scarcely moved since the trial began; and now that the judge ceased to speak, he still remained in the same strained attitude of close attention, with his gaze ben on him, as though he listened still. A slight bustle in the court, recalled him to himself. Looking round, he saw that the juryman had turned together, to consider their verdict. As his eyes wandered to the gallery, he could see the people rising above each other to see his face: some hastily applying their glasses to their eyes: and others whispering their neighbours with looks expressive of abhorrence. A few there were, who seemed unmindful of him, and looked only to the jury, in impatient wonder how they could delay. But in no one face--not even among the women, of whom there were many there--could he read the faintest sympathy with himself, or any feeling but one of all-absorbing interest that he should be condemned. As he saw all this in one bewildered glance, the deathlike stillness came again, and looking back he saw that the jurymen had turned towards the judge. Hush! They only sought permission to retire. He looked, wistfully, into their faces, one by one when they passed out, as though to see which way the greater number leant; but that was fruitless. The jailed touched him on the shoulder. He followed mechanically to the end of the dock, and sat down on a chair. The man pointed it out, or he would not have seen it. 人群中有人在吃东西，有人用手绢扇风【如下】 He looked up into the gallery again. Some of the people were eating, and some fanning themselves with handkerchiefs; for the crowded place was very hot. There was one young man sketching his face in a little note-book. He wondered whether it was like, and looked on when the artist broke his pencil-point, and made another with his knife, as any idle spectator might have done. In the same way, when he turned his eyes towards the judge, his mind began to busy itself with the fashion of his dress, and what it cost, and how he put it on. There was an old fat gentleman on the bench, too, who had gone out, some half an hour before, and now come back. He wondered within himself whether this man had been to get his dinner, what he had had, and where he had had it; and pursued this train of careless thought until some new object caught his eye and roused another. Not that, all this time, his mind was, for an instant, free from one oppressive overwhelming sense of the grave that opened at his feet; it was ever present to him, but in a vague and general way, and he could not fix his thoughts upon it. Thus, even while he trembled, and turned burning hot at the idea of speedy death, he fell to counting the iron spikes before him, and wondering how the head of one had been broken off, and whether they would mend it, or leave it as it was. Then, he thought of all the horrors of the gallows and the scaffold--and stopped to watch a man sprinkling the floor to cool it--and then went on to think again. At length there was a cry of silence, and a breathless look from all towards the door. The jury returned, and passed him close. He could glean nothing from their faces; they might as well have been of stone. Perfect stillness ensued--not a rustle--not a breath--Guilty. The building rang with a tremendous shout, and another, and another, and then it echoed loud groans, that gathered strength as they swelled out, like angry thunder. It was a peal of joy from the populace outside, greeting the news that he would die on Monday. The noise subsided, and he was asked if he had anything to say why sentence of death 。
7. 雾都孤儿中的好词好句1.'“Please, Sir, I want some more.”' … Oliver, asking the cook at the workhouse for more gruel. Pg. 12 2. '“Good-bye dear! God bless you！”' …Dick told Oliver on his way to London, which warmed Oliver's heart and gave him courage. Pg. 54 3. “As he spoke, he pointed hastily to the picture above Oliver's head; and then to the boy's face. There was its living copy. The eyes, the head, the mouth; every feature was the same. The expression was, for an instant, so precisely alike, that the minutest line seemed copied with startling accuracy” …from the moment when Mr. Bumble realizes who Oliver is. Pg. 90 4. '“Am I,' said the girl [Nancy] 'Take care I don't overdo it. You will be the worse for it Fagin, if I do; so I tell you in good time keep clear of me'”…Nancy protecting Oliver from Fagin's beatings. This line foreshadows the downfall of the Jew brought about by Nancy's hand. Pg. 126 5. “the mother, when the pains of death first came upon her, whispered in my ear that if her babe was born alive, and thrived, the day might come when it would not feel so much disgraced to here it's poor young mother named…whether it be a boy or girl, raise up some friends for it in this troubled world; and take pity upon a lonely and desolate child, abandoned to its mercy.” …the old nurse sally told Mrs. Corney when she was dying. Pg. 189-190 6. “ 'When the boy is worth a hundred pounds to me, am I to lose what chance threw me in the way of getting safely, through the whims of a drunken gang that I could whistle away the lives of! And me bound, too, to a born devil, that only wants the will and has the power'”…Statement by Fagin to Nancy that shows the depth of his greed and exploitation of the people around him. Pg. 201-202 7. 'But even if he has been wicked,' pursed Rose, 'think how young he is, think that he may never have known a mother's love, or the comfort of a home; and that ill-usage and blows, or the want of bread, may have driven him to herd with men who have forced him to guilt. Aunt, dear aunt, for mercy's sake, think of this, before you let them drag this sick child to a prison, which in any case must be the grave of all his chances of amendment.'”…The powerful speech by Rose that saves Oliver from going to prison. This speech is also a statement by Dickens about the effectiveness of the prison system in saying that it does not reform people. Pg. 231 8. “If I had been less- less fortunate, the world would call it; if some obscure and peaceful life had been my destiny; if I had been poor, sick, helpless; would you have turned from me then? Or has my probable advancement to riches and honour, given this scruple birth？”…Harry during his proposal to Rose wondering if he had a different station life, would she accept his offer. Dickens says here that love need not have money to be happy, and actually states that the lesser the money or station in life, the happier two people may be, because money corrupts people. Pg. 280 9. “…raising herself with difficulty, on her knees, drew from her bosom a white handkerchief –Rose Maylie's own, and holding it up, in her folded hands, as high towards heaven as her feeble strength would allow, breathed one prayer for mercy to her maker” …A powerful passage, Dickens illustrates that Nancy, with her final act of good helping Oliver that she too, like Rose Maylie, was not evil any longer. Pg.383 10.“ 'Not Aunt,” cried Oliver, throwing his arms about her neck: 'I'll never call her aunt –sister, my own dear, sister, that something taught my heart to love so dearly from the first! Rose, dear, darling Rose!'” Oliver's joy at finally having a loving family member who will love him comes through, because his story is all about his search for a family and love. Pg. 424 1."请主席先生，我希望有更多。
“ 。奥利弗，要求库克在济贫更多稀饭。
2 。 “再见了亲爱的！上帝保佑你！ “ ' 。
切尼告诉奥利弗前往伦敦，这温暖奥利弗的心，给他勇气。页码。
54 3 。 “他谈到，他指出匆忙的图片上述奥利弗的头部，然后向男孩的脸。
人们生活的副本。眼睛，头部，嘴巴；每个功能是相同的。
的表达，来一个，所以准确而言，该行似乎细微复制与惊人的准确性“ 。从大黄蜂的时候认识先生是谁奥利弗。
页码。 90 4 。
“我表示，女童[南希] '一定要照顾我并不过分它。您将是更为严重的是费金，如果我这样做，所以我告诉你的好时机保持清醒的我' “ 。
南希保护奥利弗从费金的殴打。此行预示着没落的犹太人所带来的南希的手。
页码。 126 5 。
“母亲，当死亡的痛苦后，她第一次，在我的耳朵低声说，如果她的婴儿出生活着，和繁荣，这一天可能会当它不会觉得这么多丢脸到这里的穷人年轻的母亲。
8. 雾都孤儿的好词好句春的好词：春天 早春 初春 阳春 春节 春联 春雷 春季 春意春蚕 春色 春装 新春 春光 春雨 春光 春潮 春游 春播 春笋春花 春树 暮春 春景早春时节 早春季节 初春时节 仲春时节 仲春季节阳春时节 正当春初 已届春残 残冬已过 冬残春近冬去春来 冬尽春来腊尽春回 时当暮春 早春三月 暮春三月阳春三月 烟花三春时当三月 春寒时节 春寒季节 春天渐近 春天来临 春天降临春令已到 春回大地 春归大地 春到人间 春满人间 大地加春天地加春 春回地暖 天加地转 冰雪消融 冰融雪消 冰消雪化冰消雪融 天地回转 冰雪融化 雪化冰消 万物解冰 风和日丽风和日暖 风暖日丽 日暖风清 风清日暖 料峭春寒 乍暖乍寒春寒料峭 乍暖还寒 暮春气暖 和暖如春 春光融融 春日融融春意融融 春光溶溶 春水盈盈 春水淙淙 春水湍湍 春水潺潺春雨绵绵 春草如丝 春草繁茂 春草发芽 春芽破土 春花怒放春花盛开 春花万朵 春木发枝 春大蔚然 春树萌芽 春树葱茏春树繁茂 春阳和煦 春光初露 春光荡漾 春光明媚 春光无限春光万里 春光勃发 春光艳丽 春风送暖 春风得意 春风和煦春风轻拂 春风瑞雪 春山如笑 春山如黛 春意正浓 春意甚浓春色怡人 春色迷人 春色正浓 春江如练 春山如妆 春和景明春景优美 春燕回巢 春满人间 春露秋霜 春种秋收 春暖花开满园春色 百草萌动 百草权舆 百花争春 百花争艳 百花盛开百花齐发 百鸟争鸣 万物照苏 万物复苏 万物苏醒 万物萌生万物蓬发 万木竞秀 万紫千红 草木知春 草木复苏 草木新绿草春桃艳 草长莺飞 花红柳绿 红桃绿柳 柳绿花红 李白桃红柳绿花香 红情绿意 绿肥红瘦 流水桃花 桃花流水 飞花喷绿枝叶纷披 寸草春晖 绿意盎然 绿茵遍地 鸟语花香 莺舞蝶飞枯木逢春 山色返青 冬令春行 万物生春 大雁北归 大地苏醒蛰虫昭苏 欣欣向荣 生机勃勃 朝气逢勃 人勤春早 梅雪争春莺啼燕语 明媚春天 遍地皆春 满目春光 暮春风光写夏天的好词好句立夏 入夏 夏至 初夏 仲夏 盛夏 夏日 夏天夏季 夏装 夏夜 酷热 炎热 火辣 灼热 闷热初夏时节 已近立夏 时值初夏 初夏之际 春去夏来春末夏初 时当下令 时值盛夏 正值盛夏 夏天过去正值炎夏 正值盛暑 盛夏时节 盛夏之季 盛夏之日盛夏季节 酷暑季节 酷暑盛夏 盛暑炎夏 溽暑酷夏溽暑盛夏 炎炎盛夏 五黄六月 时值六月 正值三伏热在三伏 盛夏三伏 三伏暑天 三伏盛暑 大暑酷去伏梢末尽 已是夏末 多雨季节 阴雨季节 夏收季节春种夏收 夏收夏种 夏收大忙 夏阳酷暑 六月炎暑夏日炎炎 夏日可畏 太阳毒辣 太阳毒热 烈日中天赤日炎炎 夏日炎热 盛暑炎炎 夏意正浓 夏山如碧夏树苍翠 夏水汤汤 暑月蝉鸣七月，透蓝的天空，悬着火球似的太阳，云彩好似被太阳烧化了，也消失得无影无踪。
春天随着落花走了，夏天披着一身的绿叶儿在暖风里蹦跳着走来了。初夏的阳光从密密层层的枝叶间透射下来，地上印满铜钱大小的粼粼光斑。
风儿带着微微的暖意吹着，时时送来布谷鸟的叫声，它在告诉我们：“春已归去。”青草、芦苇和红的、白的、紫的野花，被高悬在天空的一轮火热的太阳蒸晒着，空气里充满了甜醉的气息。
初夏时节，各色野花都开了，红的、紫的、粉的、黄的，像绣在一块绿色大地毯上的灿烂斑点；成群的蜜蜂在花从中忙碌着，吸着花蕊，辛勤地飞来飞去。盛夏，天热得连蜻蜓都只敢贴着树荫处飞，好像怕阳光伤了自己的翅膀。
空中没有一片云，没有一点风，头顶上一轮烈日，所有的树木都没精打采地、懒洋洋地站在那里。七月盛夏，瓦蓝瓦蓝的天空没有一丝云彩，火热的太阳炙烤着大地，河里的水烫手，地里的土冒烟。
烈日当空，道路两旁，成熟的谷物在热得弯下腰，低着头。蚱蜢多得像草叶，再小麦和黑麦地里，在小麦和黑麦地里，在岸边的芦苇丛中，发出微弱而嘈杂的鸣声。
太阳像个老大老大的火球，光线灼人，公路被烈日烤得发烫，脚踏下去一步一串白烟。天气闷热得要命，一丝风也没有稠乎乎的空气好像凝住了。
整个城市像烧透了的砖窑，使人喘不过气来。狗趴在地上吐出鲜红的舌头，骡马的鼻孔张得特别大。
炽热的火伞高张在空中，热得河里的鱼不敢露出水面，鸟也不敢飞出山林，就是村中的狗也只是伸长舌头喘个不休。那天，天热得发了狂。
太阳刚一出来，地上已经着了火，一些似云非云、似雾非雾的灰气，低低地浮在空中，使人觉得憋气。那是一个久旱不雨的夏天，炎热的太阳烤得田里的老泥鳅都翻白了，村边的小溪，溪水一下低了几寸，那些露在水面的石头，陡地变大了。
小鸟不知躲匿到什么地方去了；草木都垂头丧气，像是奄奄等毙；只有那知了，不住地在枝头发出破碎的高叫；真是破锣碎鼓在替烈日呐喊助威！街上的柳树像病了似的，叶子挂着尘土在枝上打着卷，枝条一动也不动。马路上发着白光，小摊贩不敢吆喝，商店门口的有机玻璃招牌，也似乎给晒化了。
秋秋高气爽秋高气爽，这词语形容秋天，确实很恰当。天是那么的高，那么的蓝，像浩瀚的海洋。
站在山上，凉爽的风，消去了我所有疲劳。举目远眺，整个城市尽收眼底。
红色的枫叶轻轻地飘落下来，像几只翩翩起舞的蝴蝶飞翔在幸福的人间。黄色的落叶，把马路铺上了一层金黄色的地毯。
秋蝉在草丛中幸福地弹唱，好象在歌唱收获的季节。远处金灿灿的稻田，在秋风的吹拂下，像一片。
9. 雾都孤儿里的好词好句,谢谢他又一次回顾这些面孔。他已经将它们召唤到了眼前，要把遮挡了它们如此之久的这层幕布重新拉上可不是件容易的事。一张张面孔，有亲友的，也有仇敌的，还有许多几乎已经完全不认识的面孔也不期而至地挤在人群中。往昔如花似玉的少女而今已到了风烛残年。有几张脸长眠在地下，已经变了样，可是心灵超越了死亡，使它们依旧像昔日一样美好，呼唤着当年炯炯的目光，爽朗的笑貌，透过躯壳的灵魂之光仿佛在娓娓低语，黄土底下的美虽然已面目全非，但却得到了升华，她超脱尘世，只是为了成为一盏明灯，在通往天国的路途上洒下一道柔和清丽的光辉。
黑洞洞的棺材店堂一片凄凉死寂，奥立弗独自呆在这里，直到此刻，他才将这
一天的遭遇在一个孩子心中可能激起的感情宣泻出来。他曾面带蔑视的表情听凭人
们嘲弄，一声不吭地忍受鞭答毒打，因为他感觉得到，自己内心有一种正在增长的
尊严，有了这种尊严，他才坚持到了最后，哪怕被他们活活架在火上烤，也不会叫
一声。然而此时，四下里没有一个人看到或者听到，奥立弗跪倒在地，双手捂着脸，
哭了起来——哭是上帝赋予我们的天性——但又有多少人会这般小小年纪就在上帝
面前倾洒泪水！
两个孤儿长时间地紧紧拥抱，泪水滚滚流淌，相互讲出一些不连贯的话语，让
我们将这些泪水和话语献给上帝吧。转瞬之间，他俩都知道了各自的父亲、姐姐、
母亲是谁。欢乐与忧伤交汇在命运的杯子里，然而其中绝没有辛酸的眼泪：因为就
连忧伤本身也已冲淡，又裹在了那样甜蜜、亲切的回忆之中，失去了所有的苦涩，
成了一种庄严的快慰。
10. 雾都孤儿中的好词七月，透蓝的天空，悬着火球似的太阳，云彩好似被太阳烧化了，也消失得无影无踪。
春天随着落花走了，夏天披着一身的绿叶儿在暖风里蹦跳着走来了。
初夏的阳光从密密层层的枝叶间透射下来，地上印满铜钱大小的粼粼光斑。
风儿带着微微的暖意吹着，时时送来布谷鸟的叫声，它在告诉我们：“春已归去。”
青草、芦苇和红的、白的、紫的野花，被高悬在天空的一轮火热的太阳蒸晒着，空气里充满了甜醉的气息。
初夏时节，各色野花都开了，红的、紫的、粉的、黄的，像绣在一块绿色大地毯上的灿烂斑点；成群的蜜蜂在花从中忙碌着，吸着花蕊，辛勤地飞来飞去。
盛夏，天热得连蜻蜓都只敢贴着树荫处飞，好像怕阳光伤了自己的翅膀。
空中没有一片云，没有一点风，头顶上一轮烈日，所有的树木都没精打采地、懒洋洋地站在那里。
七月盛夏，瓦蓝瓦蓝的天空没有一丝云彩，火热的太阳炙烤着大地，河里的水烫手，地里的土冒烟。
烈日当空，道路两旁，成熟的谷物在热得弯下腰，低着头。蚱蜢多得像草叶，再小麦和黑麦地里，在小麦和黑麦地里，在岸边的芦苇丛中，发出微弱而嘈杂的鸣声。
太阳像个老大老大的火球，光线灼人，公路被烈日烤得发烫，脚踏下去一步一串白烟。
天气闷热得要命，一丝风也没有稠乎乎的空气好像凝住了。
整个城市像烧透了的砖窑，使人喘不过气来。狗趴在地上吐出鲜红的舌头，骡马的鼻孔张得特别大。
炽热的火伞高张在空中，热得河里的鱼不敢露出水面，鸟也不敢飞出山林，就是村中的狗也只是伸长舌头喘个不休。
那天，天热得发了狂。太阳刚一出来，地上已经着了火，一些似云非云、似雾非雾的灰气，低低地浮在空中，使人觉得憋气。
那是一个久旱不雨的夏天，炎热的太阳烤得田里的老泥鳅都翻白了，村边的小溪，溪水一下低了几寸，那些露在水面的石头，陡地变大了。
小鸟不知躲匿到什么地方去了；草木都垂头丧气，像是奄奄等毙；只有那知了，不住地在枝头发出破碎的高叫；真是破锣碎鼓在替烈日呐喊助威！
街上的柳树像病了似的，叶子挂着尘土在枝上打着卷，枝条一动也不动。马路上发着白光，小摊贩不敢吆喝，商店门口的有机玻璃招牌，也似乎给晒化了。
