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作者:美国迪士尼公司,陆纯艺译

出版社:华东理工大学出版社

出版时间:2017-11-24

书籍编号:30381053

ISBN:9787562852384

正文语种:中英对照

字数:16619

版次:1

所属分类:影视原著-国外影视

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迪士尼大电影双语阅读:寻梦环游记pdf/doc/txt格式电子书下载


Miguel Rivera


A smart and brave boy who was born in a shoemaker family.The whole family banned music while Miguel wanted to be an accomplished musician just like his great-great-grandfather.Along the way of chasing his dream,Miguel accidentally traveled the Land of the Dead and met the spirits of his families.A fantastic adventure began.


米格·里韦拉


一个聪明、勇敢的小男孩,出生在一个讨厌音乐的鞋匠家庭,却梦想成为一名像他的曾曾爷爷一样了不起的音乐家。在追寻音乐梦想的旅途中,他不小心闯进了亡灵之地,在这里遇到了自己死去的家人的灵魂,并和他们一起展开了一段奇妙的冒险之旅。


迪士尼大电影双语阅读:寻梦环游记pdf/doc/txt格式电子书下载


Hector


A trickster who disguised himself as a famous artist.He was actually a kind and poor young man.He left his hometown and abandoned his family for his dream so that he was forgotten by his family and was going to disappear in the Land of the Dead.After meeting Miguel,he helped him a lot and encouraged Miguel by his humor.


埃克托


在亡灵之地假扮成一名著名女表演艺术家的骗子,实则是一个心地善良的可怜人。他早年为了实现音乐梦想,离开了故乡,抛弃了家庭,因此被家人所遗忘,即将在亡灵之地永远消失。一路上,他给予米格很多帮助,也用自己的幽默感不断鼓舞着米格。


迪士尼大电影双语阅读:寻梦环游记pdf/doc/txt格式电子书下载


Ernesto de la Cruz


A welcomed musician.Each year on Día de los Muertos,he would put on a show to mark the end of the festival.However,there were many dirty secrets hidden behind his success.


歌神德拉库斯


一位受人欢迎的音乐家。每年的亡灵节,他都会在亡灵之地举办一场个人演唱会作为节日的尾声。但是,在他成功的背后,却掩藏着许多不可告人的秘密。


迪士尼大电影双语阅读:寻梦环游记pdf/doc/txt格式电子书下载


Coco


Miguel\'s great-grandmother.She was an old lady who couldn\'t remember many things any more.She missed her father and her childhood when the whole family often sang beautiful songs together.Finally,with the help of Miguel,she remembered her father again and left the Land of the Living happily.


可可


一位记忆逐渐衰退的老奶奶,也是米格的太奶奶。她想念自己的父亲,也怀念和家人一起唱歌的美好童年。最终,在米格的帮助下,她想起了自己的父亲,幸福地离开了人世。


迪士尼大电影双语阅读:寻梦环游记pdf/doc/txt格式电子书下载


To never forget


how much your family loves you.


永远不要忘记家人有多爱你。

PROLOGUE


Sometimes Miguel Rivera thought he was cursed.If he was,it wasn\'t his fault.It was because of something that happened before he was even born.


Long ago,in the town of Santa Cecilia,there was a family with a mamá,a papá,and a little girl.Their house was always full of joy—and music.The papá played guitar.The mamá and the girl danced.And everyone sang.


But the music in the happy house wasn\'t enough for the papá.His dream was to play for the world.So one day,he left with his guitar and never returned.


Miguel didn\'t know what happened after that for the musician.But he sure knew what the mamá had done.The story of Mamá Imelda had been handed down in the Rivera family for generations.


Imelda didn\'t waste one tear on that walk-away musician!She banished all music from her life,throwing away instruments and records,and found a job.Was it making candy?Fireworks?Sparkly underwear for wrestlers?No!


Mamá Imelda made shoes.And so did her daughter.And then her son-in-law.And her grandkids.The Rivera business and the family grew in sync.While music tore the family apart,shoes held them together.


Miguel heard this story each year on Día de los Muertos:the Day of the Dead.He used to hear it from his Mamá Coco,but she didn\'t remember much anymore.This year,she sat in a wicker wheelchair,vacantly staring at the ofrenda,that special place in their house where Miguel\'s family placed remembrances of and gifts for their ancestors to honor them.


Miguel kissed her cheek.“Hola,Mamá Coco.”


“How are you,Julio?”


Miguel sighed.Sometimes Mamá Coco had trouble remembering things,like his name.But that made her the best secret-keeper!He told her pretty much everything—things he couldn\'t tell his abuelita,who ran their household with an iron fist.


If Abuelita said he needed to eat more tamales,then Miguel ate more tamales.


If Abuelita wanted a kiss on her cheek,then Miguel kissed her cheek.


And if Abuelita caught Miguel blowing a tune over the top of a soda bottle—“No music!”—then Miguel would stop.


Abuelita even yelled at passersby.“No music!”to the truck driver blaring his radio.“No music!”to the gentlemen singing while they strolled down the street.Her ban on music had affected all the aunts,uncles,and cousins,too.


Miguel was pretty sure they were the only family in Mexico that hated music.The worst part was that no one in his family seemed to care.


No one,that is,but him.

Chapter 1


Leaving the family home behind,Miguel breathed the crisp air of another sunny morning in Santa Cecilia.As he headed into town with his shoeshine box,he passed a woman sweeping a stoop.She waved.


“Hola,Miguel!”


“Hola.”Miguel waved back.Closer to town,Miguel smiled at a lone guitar player plucking away at a song.The farther in Miguel went,the more music filled the air.Church bells chimed in harmony.A band played an upbeat tune.A radio blared a swift cumbia rhythm.Miguel soaked it all in.He couldn\'t help tapping out a beat on a table covered with brightly colored wooden animal figurines.


As Miguel rushed past another stand with pastries for sale,he grabbed a pan dulce and tossed the vendor a coin.


Smelling the sweet bread,Miguel\'s canine sidekick,Dante,sidled up to him.Miguel tore off a piece of the bread and Dante chomped it down.


Everywhere Miguel looked,people were preparing for their loved ones to return from the Land of the Dead by hanging colorful papel picado and laying marigold petals at their doorways.


As usual,Mariachi Plaza was full of musicians strolling around,waiting for their chance to serenade a couple or a family with a love song or a classic corrido.Soon a tour group gathered around a large statue of a mariachi player in the center of the plaza.


“And right here,in this very plaza,the young Ernesto de la Cruz took his first steps toward becoming the most beloved singer in Mexican history,”said the guide.


Everyone in the group nodded,familiar with the legendary musician and singer.Along with the tourists,Miguel gazed up at the statue.He\'d seen it a hundred times,but it always inspired him.


After a moment,Miguel found a spot in the plaza and pulled out his shoeshine box.A mariachi plopped down for a shine.


Miguel knew the mariachi would enjoy this story.After all,everyone loved Ernesto.


“He started out a total nobody from Santa Cecilia,like me,”said Miguel.“But when he played music,he made people fall in love with him.He starred in movies.He had the coolest guitar.He could fly!”Miguel had seen that special effect in some old film clips.“And he wrote the best songs!But my all-time favorite?It\'s—”Miguel gestured to some musicians nearby,who were playing“Remember Me,”Ernesto\'s biggest hit.“He lived the kind of life you dream about.Until 1942,when he was crushed by a giant bell.”


The mariachi looked pointedly at his shoes,which Miguel was only halfheartedly shining.


Ignoring the musician,Miguel shrugged off Ernesto\'s unfortunate death.“I wanna be just like him.Sometimes I look at Ernesto and I get this feeling,like we\'re connected somehow.Like if he could play music,maybe someday I can,too.”Miguel sighed.“If it wasn\'t for my family.”


“Ay-yi-yi,muchacho,”said the mariachi,snapping Miguel out of his story.


“Huh?”said Miguel.


“I asked for a shoeshine,not your life story,”replied the mariachi.


“Oh,yeah,sorry.”Miguel lowered his head and polished the man\'s shoe.As he worked,the mariachi casually plucked at his guitar strings.“I just can\'t really talk about any of this at home,so—”


“Look,if I were you?I\'d march right up to my family and say,‘Hey!I\'m a musician.Deal with it.’”


“I could never say that.”“You ARE a musician,no?”


“I don\'t know.I mean,I only really play for myself—”


“Ahh!”the mariachi howled.“Did Ernesto de la Cruz become the world\'s best musician by hiding his sweet,sweet skills?No!He walked out onto that plaza and he played out loud!”The mariachi pointed to the gazebo,where a giant canvas that read talent show was being unfurled.“Ah!Mira,mira!They\'re setting up for tonight.The music competition for Día de los Muertos.You wanna be like your hero?You should sign up!”


“Uh-uh—my family would freak,”Miguel said.“Look,if you\'re too scared,then,well,have fun making shoes.”The mariachi shrugged.“C\'mon,what did Ernesto de la Cruz always say?”


“‘Seize your moment’?”Miguel said.


The mariachi looked Miguel over and then offered him his guitar.“Show me what you got,muchacho.I\'ll be your first audience.”


Miguel\'s eyebrows rose.The mariachi really wanted to hear him play?He glanced down the street to make sure the coast was clear of any family members.He reached for the guitar.Once it was cradled in his arms,Miguel spread his fingers across the strings,anticipating his chord,and—


“Miguel!”a familiar voice yelled.


Miguel gasped and threw the guitar back into the mariachi\'s lap.Abuelita marched toward him.Tío Berto and Prima Rosa followed close behind with supplies from the market.


“Abuelita!”Miguel exclaimed.


“What are you doing here?”she asked.


“Um……uh……,”Miguel stammered as he quickly packed away his shine rag and polishes.Abuelita didn\'t wait for Miguel\'s answer.She barreled up to the mariachi and struck him with her shoe.“You leave my grandson alone!”


“Doña,please—I was just getting a shine!”


“I know your tricks,mariachi!”She glared at Miguel.“What did he say to you?”


“He was just showing me his guitar,”Miguel said sheepishly.His family gasped.


“Shame on you!”Tío Berto barked at the mariachi.Abuelita\'s shoe was aimed directly at the area between the musician\'s eyes.


“My grandson is a sweet little angelito querido cielito—he wants no part of your music,mariachi!You keep away from him!”she threatened.Miguel wasn\'t so sure he was the sweet little angel from heaven she\'d described,but he wasn\'t going to argue when she was gripping her shoe like that.


The mariachi scampered away,pulling on his hat before leaving.Miguel watched apologetically over his abuelita\'s shoulder.


“Ay,pobrecito!”Abuelita pulled her grandson protectively to her bosom.“Estás bien,m\'ijo?”Miguel gasped for air.“You know better than to be here in this place!You will come home.Now!”she ordered,and turned away from the plaza.


Miguel sighed and gathered his shine box.He spotted a plaza talent-show flyer on the ground.Behind his abuelita\'s back,he snatched it up and put it in his pocket.

Chapter 2


Miguel trudged home behind his family,carrying an armful of marigolds.


“How many times h

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