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“Get up! Get up!” my mother whispers. My eyes flash open in the predawn1 gray. Sleepily, I look around the screened-in porch of our family’s log cabin, where we spend our summer weeks.
I take in the dock-green porch swing, the birch2-leg table, the twin bed where my sister sleeps, the smoky gloss3 of the kerosene4 lantern. My face feels the coolness of the early-morning air.
I relax and curl deeper beneath the blankets’ warmth. “Get up!” my mother whispers again. “The sunrise is glorious!” Careful not to let the screen door slam5, she sets off down to the lake.
Get up to see the sunrise? The last thing this 14-year-old wants to do is to leave a warm bed to see the sun rise. It’s freezing out there.
My 17-year-old sister pushes back her covers and sits up. I make a supreme effort and struggle out too. We grab my father’s World War II army blankets and wrap them tightly around our cotton nighties6. Our pace is quick. One of us misses catching the screen door. It slams.
Carefully, we pick our way over slippery rocks and prickly pine needles, down 49 dew-covered log steps to the shore. We catch our breath and look up. Across the lake, a sliver of brilliant red crests the top of the shadowed forest. It outlines our mother on the lakeshore, the first light catching the soft red of her hair.
Hues of purplish, rose and amber begin to pulsate in the sky. High above, in the soft blue, a lone star still sparkles. Silver mist rises gently from the lake. All is still.
Suddenly, the curve7 of the brilliant sun bursts through the dark forest. The world begins to awaken. A blue heron rises from a distant shore and gently fans its way over the water. Two ducks make a rippled landing near our dock, while a loon8 skims along the edge of a nearby island, hunting its morning food.
Breathing the chill air, the three of us draw our blankets closer. At last, the soft hues of dawn turn bright with the new day. The star fades. My sister and I take one more look and race back to bed.
My mother is reluctant to leave the sunrise amphitheater9. It is a while before I hear her reach the top step and gently close the porch door.
“起床喽！起床喽！”母亲低声喊道。我一下子睁开眼睛，闪现在眼前的是黎明前的灰暗。我睡眼惺忪地环顾着我们家小木屋的那个安着屏风的门廊。在这里，我们度过了数周的夏日时光。
我欣赏着草绿色的门廊秋千、白桦木腿的桌子、姐姐睡的成对单人床，还有那被烟熏暗的煤油灯。我感到脸上掠过凉爽的晨风。
我伸了伸腰，又缩回了温暖的毛毯下面。“起来吧！”母亲又小声喊道，“日出多么壮观！”母亲小心翼翼，不让屏风门发出任何声响，然后向湖边走去。
起床就为了看日出？对一个14岁的孩子来说，最不想做的就是离开暖烘烘的被窝去看日出。外面冻死人了。
17岁的姐姐掀被坐起，我也一鼓劲儿钻了出来。我们俩一把拽起父亲二战时用过的军用毛毯，紧紧地裹在棉睡衣外面，匆匆跑了出去。我们俩都忘了带上门。门砰地关上了。
我们小心翼翼地走过滑溜溜的岩石，绕过那些刺手的山地松针，沿着露水打湿的49级木台阶向湖岸走去。我们喘了口气，抬头望去。只见在湖对岸，一抹耀眼的红色爬上了树影婆娑的林梢，映衬出了母亲在湖岸的身影；第一缕阳光照在了她柔红色的头发上。
淡紫色的、玫瑰色的和琥珀色的色调开始在天空中微微颤动起来。苍穹之上，柔蓝之中，一颗孤星仍在闪烁。银雾从湖面上冉冉升起。四周万籁俱寂。
突然，一道灿烂的阳光射过黑黝黝的森林。整个世界开始苏醒。一只蓝色的苍鹭从远处的湖岸上振翅飞起，在湖面上轻轻抖动着向前飞去。在我们的码头附近，两只鸭子荡起涟漪上了岸。一只潜鸟掠过附近一个小岛的边缘，在猎取早餐。
我们三个人呼吸着习习凉气，将毛毯裹得更紧了。终于，黎明时那种朦胧的色调随着新的一天的到来变得明亮。那颗孤星退隐而去。我和姐姐又看了一眼，便又飞快地钻进了被窝。
母亲舍不得离开那蔚为壮观的日出美景。过了好一会儿，我才听到她迈上门前最高一级台阶，轻轻合上了门廊的门。
1．predawn[5pri:5dC:n]adj.黎明前的
2．birch[b\:tF]n.桦树；白桦
3．gloss[gls]n.光泽；光彩
4．kerosene[5kerEsi:n]n.煤油；灯油
5．slam[slAm]v.砰地关上；冲击
6．nighty[5naItI]n.睡衣
7．curve[k\:v]n.曲线；弯曲
8．loon[lu:n]n.潜鸟：一种生活在北部地区的鸟，属食鱼潜水鸟，尾部短，脚上有蹼，叫声像人的笑声
9．amphitheater[5AmfIPIEtE(r)]n.古罗马的圆形剧场
I take in the dock-green porch swing, the birch2-leg table, the twin bed where my sister sleeps, the smoky gloss3 of the kerosene4 lantern. My face feels the coolness of the early-morning air.
I relax and curl deeper beneath the blankets’ warmth. “Get up!” my mother whispers again. “The sunrise is glorious!” Careful not to let the screen door slam5, she sets off down to the lake.
Get up to see the sunrise? The last thing this 14-year-old wants to do is to leave a warm bed to see the sun rise. It’s freezing out there.
My 17-year-old sister pushes back her covers and sits up. I make a supreme effort and struggle out too. We grab my father’s World War II army blankets and wrap them tightly around our cotton nighties6. Our pace is quick. One of us misses catching the screen door. It slams.
Carefully, we pick our way over slippery rocks and prickly pine needles, down 49 dew-covered log steps to the shore. We catch our breath and look up. Across the lake, a sliver of brilliant red crests the top of the shadowed forest. It outlines our mother on the lakeshore, the first light catching the soft red of her hair.
Hues of purplish, rose and amber begin to pulsate in the sky. High above, in the soft blue, a lone star still sparkles. Silver mist rises gently from the lake. All is still.
Suddenly, the curve7 of the brilliant sun bursts through the dark forest. The world begins to awaken. A blue heron rises from a distant shore and gently fans its way over the water. Two ducks make a rippled landing near our dock, while a loon8 skims along the edge of a nearby island, hunting its morning food.
Breathing the chill air, the three of us draw our blankets closer. At last, the soft hues of dawn turn bright with the new day. The star fades. My sister and I take one more look and race back to bed.
My mother is reluctant to leave the sunrise amphitheater9. It is a while before I hear her reach the top step and gently close the porch door.
“起床喽！起床喽！”母亲低声喊道。我一下子睁开眼睛，闪现在眼前的是黎明前的灰暗。我睡眼惺忪地环顾着我们家小木屋的那个安着屏风的门廊。在这里，我们度过了数周的夏日时光。
我欣赏着草绿色的门廊秋千、白桦木腿的桌子、姐姐睡的成对单人床，还有那被烟熏暗的煤油灯。我感到脸上掠过凉爽的晨风。
我伸了伸腰，又缩回了温暖的毛毯下面。“起来吧！”母亲又小声喊道，“日出多么壮观！”母亲小心翼翼，不让屏风门发出任何声响，然后向湖边走去。
起床就为了看日出？对一个14岁的孩子来说，最不想做的就是离开暖烘烘的被窝去看日出。外面冻死人了。
17岁的姐姐掀被坐起，我也一鼓劲儿钻了出来。我们俩一把拽起父亲二战时用过的军用毛毯，紧紧地裹在棉睡衣外面，匆匆跑了出去。我们俩都忘了带上门。门砰地关上了。
我们小心翼翼地走过滑溜溜的岩石，绕过那些刺手的山地松针，沿着露水打湿的49级木台阶向湖岸走去。我们喘了口气，抬头望去。只见在湖对岸，一抹耀眼的红色爬上了树影婆娑的林梢，映衬出了母亲在湖岸的身影；第一缕阳光照在了她柔红色的头发上。
淡紫色的、玫瑰色的和琥珀色的色调开始在天空中微微颤动起来。苍穹之上，柔蓝之中，一颗孤星仍在闪烁。银雾从湖面上冉冉升起。四周万籁俱寂。
突然，一道灿烂的阳光射过黑黝黝的森林。整个世界开始苏醒。一只蓝色的苍鹭从远处的湖岸上振翅飞起，在湖面上轻轻抖动着向前飞去。在我们的码头附近，两只鸭子荡起涟漪上了岸。一只潜鸟掠过附近一个小岛的边缘，在猎取早餐。
我们三个人呼吸着习习凉气，将毛毯裹得更紧了。终于，黎明时那种朦胧的色调随着新的一天的到来变得明亮。那颗孤星退隐而去。我和姐姐又看了一眼，便又飞快地钻进了被窝。
母亲舍不得离开那蔚为壮观的日出美景。过了好一会儿，我才听到她迈上门前最高一级台阶，轻轻合上了门廊的门。
1．predawn[5pri:5dC:n]adj.黎明前的
2．birch[b\:tF]n.桦树；白桦
3．gloss[gls]n.光泽；光彩
4．kerosene[5kerEsi:n]n.煤油；灯油
5．slam[slAm]v.砰地关上；冲击
6．nighty[5naItI]n.睡衣
7．curve[k\:v]n.曲线；弯曲
8．loon[lu:n]n.潜鸟：一种生活在北部地区的鸟，属食鱼潜水鸟，尾部短，脚上有蹼，叫声像人的笑声
9．amphitheater[5AmfIPIEtE(r)]n.古罗马的圆形剧场