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0每天五分钟听经典英文故事，读绘本，磨耳朵。一个男孩从洗瓶工厂的苦工成长为作家的感人故事，狄更斯最温暖的自传体小说。
Where should I begin, telling the story of my life
The day I was born, there was a birthmark on the left side of my head
Some said it was a sign of good luck, others said it meant nothing at all
But as the years went by, I came to feel that my life was truly worth telling
I was born in a quiet little town in England
My mother Clara was gentle, and she loved to laugh
Our nurse Peggotty had rough hands, but she held me so carefully
In those days, life was like the fire in the hearth, warm and comforting
But the good days did not last long
Mr Murdstone walked into our home
His eyes were cold as ice
My mother married him, and the laughter in our house faded away
He disciplined me with a stick, and would send me to stand in the corner for the smallest thing
My mother did not dare to speak, she could only cry quietly in the dark of night
Later, he sent me to work in a bottle-washing factory in London
I was only ten years old, washing bottles all day, my hands soaked in lye water, red and aching
I was surrounded by grown-ups, but no one talked to me
I felt like a stone, left by the side of the road, forgotten by everyone
But I did not want to live like this forever
I saved up a little money, and ran away in secret
I walked alone across the open fields of England, for days on end
The soles of my shoes wore through, and my feet were covered in blisters
I was heading to Dover, to find my father's aunt, Miss Betsey Trotwood
When I finally found my aunt, I was covered in dirt from head to toe
She stood at the garden gate, and stared at me for a long time
Then she said, "Come along, child, let's get you washed up first"
My aunt spoke in a gruff voice, but her heart was softer than anyone's
She took me in, and sent me to school
At school, I met a boy named Steerforth
He was handsome, he spoke well, and I thought of him as my best friend
But I was wrong about him
He ran away with Peggotty's niece Little Em'ly, and shattered a perfectly good family
That was when I learned, the better someone smiles, the less you can trust their heart
I also met Mr Micawber
He was a poor gentleman, always in debt, always waiting for money that was "coming any day now"
But he never once wore a gloomy face, he laughed every single day
Later, Mr Micawber exposed the scheme of a true villain
That villain was Uriah Heep, always bowing his head, calling himself "humble"
But all along, he had been scheming behind people's backs, cheating Mr Wickfield out of his fortune
Mr Micawber presented the evidence, and exposed him before everyone
Mr Wickfield's daughter Agnes, was the kindest person I have ever known
She was always quiet and gentle, and every word she said put your heart at ease
In my most confused moments, she said to me, "David, you're going to be someone remarkable"
I did not understand it then, but later I realized, she had been by my side all along
When I grew older, I fell in love with Dora
She was beautiful beyond words, her smile like a flower in spring
We got married, and our days were as sweet as honey
But Dora's health was never good, she grew thinner and thinner, like a flower slowly wilting away
In the end, she left me
That night, I sat alone in the empty room, and the whole world went silent
After Dora was gone, I poured all my grief into writing
Page by page, I turned all the happy and painful days into stories
And as I wrote, I suddenly realized, the one who had always been there for me, was Agnes
She was not as dazzling as Dora, but she was like a lamp, burning quietly, never going out
I finally gathered the courage, and told Agnes what was in my heart
She cried, and said she had waited for those words for so very long
We got married, and our life was peaceful and warm
I sat at my desk writing stories, while she sat beside me, reading quietly
The fire in the hearth crackled, and rain fell softly outside the window
I looked up at her, and she smiled back at me
In this life of mine, I have taken many wrong turns, endured much hardship, and lost the ones I loved most
But I never once gave up
I went from a little boy washing bottles, to a man who tells stories
If you ask me, was this life worth living
I would say, yes, it was worth it
Every single step was worth it
