The lottery 中英文版

The Lottery商英132班莫雨清We all know “lottery” which is typically thought of as something good because it usually involves getting something such as money or prizes. But the book《The Lottery》written by Shirley Jackson gave us a new definition of this word and it turned out to be a cruel and horrible one.The author, Shirley Jackson,was an influential American writer. Her works have received increasing attention from literary critics in recent years. Her most stories’ themes are evil which include the abnormal psychology or supernatural powers and the best story is "The Lottery" , ironically giving the lottery a bad meaning.The story contrasts details of contemporary small town American life with an annual ritual know as “the lottery”.On 27 June, 300 residents in this village assembled together with strange and nervous mood. Mr.Summers conducted the lottery, carrying a box wooden box with slips of paper.In the first round of the lottery, the head of each family draws a small slip of paper; Bill Hutchinson gets the one slip with a black spot, meaning that his family has been chosen. In the next round, each Hutchinson family member draws a slip, and Bill’s wife Tessie got the marked slip.In keeping with tradition, Tessie who protesting about the fairness of the lottery was stoned to death by others.The author’s writing techniques are very exquisite.At the beginning, the happy children make readers feel comfortable and think that the story is a happy and easy one. We are led to believe everything is fine because we do not really know what anyone is thinking. But it turned out to be a cruel and horrible one that the conflict is resolved with Tessie being stoned to death. However, there are several foreshadows. The first clue is stone which was mentioned for many times. Children had stuffed pockets full of stones to hurt people in the end. The second one is name. Mr.Graves’ name is simply a foreshadow of the grave situation to come; the name Warmer can be seen as a literal warning against ceasing the tradition of the lottery.Another feature in this story is the irony. In this lottery it was not what they win but what they lost, the winner even had to die. So the title is the first great irony. The situation which was going to happen was so awful that cannot truly be forgotten. But Mrs. Hutchinson was jokingly saying yo Mrs. Delacroix “Clean forget what day it was”. At the end of the story, Mrs.Hutchinson was upset because of the way she was chosen rather than the doom. She shouted out “It isn’t fair, it isn’t right”. The situation is extremely ironic to the story.In this story, people are not willing to reject outdated traditions, ideas, rules, laws, and practices. The villagers continued the lottery year after year because they thought they had always done it this way. Why should change now? Society wrongfully designates scapegoats to bear the sins of the community. They naively thought the sacrifice of one person can lead to great harvest. Following the crowd can have disastrous consequences. Although some villagers raised questions about the lottery, they all went along with it in the end. Thus, they became unthinking members of a herd, forfeiting their individuality and sending Tessie Hutchinson to her death.In real life, sometimes we sho uld keep our own minds and don’t follow the herd blindly because the untested life is not worth living.。

"The Lottery" (1948)by Shirley JacksonThe morning of June 27th was clear and sunny, with the fresh warmth of a full-summer day; the flowers were blossoming profusely and the grass was richly green. The people of the village began to gather in the square, between the post office and the bank, around ten o’clock; in some towns there were so many people that the lottery took two days and had to be started on June 20th, but in this village, where there were only about three hundred people, the whole lottery took less than two hours, so it could begin at ten o’clock in the morning and still be through in time to allow the villagers to get home for noon dinner.The children assembled first, of course. School was recently over for the summer, and the feeling of liberty sat uneasily on most of them; they tended to gather together quietly for a while before they broke into boisterous play, and their talk was still of the classroom and the teacher, of books and reprimands. Bobby Martin had already stuffed his pockets full of stones, and the other boys soon followed his example, selecting the smoothest and roundest stones; Bobby and Harry Jones and Dickie Delacroix—the villagers pronounced this name “Dellacroy”—eventually made a great pile of stones in one corner of the square and guarded it against the raids of the other boys. The girls stood aside, talking among themselves, looking over their shoulders at the boys, and the very small children rolled in the dust or clung to the hands of their older brothers or sisters.Soon the men began to gather, surveying their own children, speaking of planting and rain, tractors and taxes. They stood together, away from the pile of stones in the corner, and their jokes were quiet and they smiled rather than laughed. The women, wearing faded house dresses and sweaters, came shortly after their menfolk. They greeted one another and exchanged bits of gossip as they went to join their husbands. Soon the women, standing by their husbands, began to call to their children, and the children came reluctantly, having to be called four or five times. Bobby Martin ducked under his mother’s grasping hand and ran, laughing, back to the pile of stones. His father spoke up sharply, and Bobby came quickly and took his place between his father and his oldest brother.The lottery was conducted—as were the square dances, the teen club, the Halloween program—by Mr. Summers, who had time and energy to devote to civic activities. He was a round-faced, jovial man and he ran the coal business, and people were sorry for him because he had no children and his wife was a scold. When he arrived in the square, carrying the black wooden box, there was a murmur of conversation among the villagers, and he waved and called. “Little late today, folks. ” The postmaster, Mr. Graves, followed him, carrying a three-legged stool, and the stool was put in the center of the square and Mr. Summers set the black box down on it. The villagers kept their distance, leaving a space between themselves and the stool, and when Mr. Summers said, “Some of you fellows want to give me a hand?” there was a hesitation before two men. Mr. Martin and his oldest son, Baxter, came forward to hold the box steady on the stool while Mr. Summers stirred up the papers inside it.The original paraphernalia for the lottery had been lost long ago, and the black box now resting on the stool had been put into use even before Old Man Warner, the oldest man in town, was born. Mr. Summers spoke frequently to the villagers about making a new box, but no oneliked to upset even as much tradition as was represented by the black box. There was a story that the present box had been made with some pieces of the box that had preceded it, the one that had been constructed when the first people settled down to make a village here. Every year, after the lottery, Mr. Summers began talking again about a new box, but every year the subject was allowed to fade off without anything’s being done. The black bo x grew shabbier each year: by now it was no longer completely black but splintered badly along one side to show the original wood color, and in some places faded or stained.Mr. Martin and his oldest son, Baxter, held the black box securely on the stool until Mr. Summers had stirred the papers thoroughly with his hand. Because so much of the ritual had been forgotten or discarded, Mr. Summers had been successful in having slips of paper substituted for the chips of wood that had been used for generations. Chips of wood, Mr. Summers had argued, had been all very well when the village was tiny, but now that the population was more than three hundred and likely to keep on growing, it was necessary to use something that would fit more easily into he black box. The night before the lottery, Mr. Summers and Mr. Graves made up the slips of paper and put them in the box, and it was then taken to the safe of Mr. Summers’ coal company and locked up until Mr. Summers was ready to take it to the square next morning. The rest of the year, the box was put way, sometimes one place, sometimes another; it had spent one year in Mr. Graves’s barn and another year underfoot in the post office. and sometimes it was set on a shelf in the Martin grocery and left there.There was a great deal of fussing to be done before Mr. Summers declared the lottery open. There were the lists to make up–of heads of families, heads of households in each family, members of each household in each family. There was the proper swearing-in of Mr. Summers by the postmaster, as the official of the lottery; at one time, some people remembered, there had been a recital of some sort, performed by the official of the lottery, a perfunctory, tuneless chant that had been rattled off duly each year; some people believed that the official of the lottery used to stand just so when he said or sang it, others believed that he was supposed to walk among the people, but years and years ago this p3rt of the ritual had been allowed to lapse. There had been, also, a ritual salute, which the official of the lottery had had to use in addressing each person who came up to draw from the box, but this also had changed with time, until now it was felt necessary only for the official to speak to each person approaching. Mr. Summers was very good at all this; in his clean white shirt and blue jeans, with one hand resting carelessly on the black box, he seemed very proper and important as he talked interminably to Mr. Graves and the Martins.Just as Mr. Summers finally left off talking and turned to the assembled villagers, Mrs. Hutchinson came hurriedly along the path to the square, her sweater thrown over her shoulders, and slid into place in the back of the crowd. “Clean forgot what day it was,” she said to Mrs. Delacroix, who stoo d next to her, and they both laughed softly. “Thought my old man was out back stacking wood,” Mrs. Hutchinson went on, “and then I looked out the window and the kids was gone, and then I remembered it was the twenty-seventh and came a-running. ” She dried her hands on her apron, and Mrs. Delacroix said, “You’re in time, though. They’re still talking away up there. “Mrs. Hutchinson craned her neck to see through the crowd and found her husband and children standing near the front. She tapped Mrs. Delacroix on the arm as a farewell and beganto make her way through the crowd. The people separated good-humoredly to let her through: two or three people said, in voices just loud enough to be heard across the crowd, “Here comes your, Missus, Hutchinson,” and “Bill, she made it after all. ” Mrs. Hutchinson reached her husband, and Mr. Summers, who had been waiting, said cheerfully. “Thought we were going to have to get on without you, Tessie. ” Mrs. Hutchinson said, grinning, “Wouldn’t have me leave m’dishes in the sink, now, would you, Joe?” and soft laughter ran through the crowd as the people stirred back into position after Mrs. Hutchinson’s arrival.“Well, now. ” Mr. Summers said soberly, “guess we better get started, get this over with, so’s we can go back to work. Anybody ain’t here?”“Dunbar. ” several people said. “Dunbar. Dunbar. “Mr. Summers consulted his list. “Clyde Dunbar. ” he said. “That’s right. He’s broke his leg, hasn’t he? Who’s drawing for him?”“Me. I guess,” a woman said, and Mr. Summers turned to look at her. “Wife draws for her husband. ” Mr. Summers said. “Don’t you have a grown boy to do it for you, Janey?” Although Mr. Summers and everyone else in the village knew the answer perfectly well, it was the business of the official of the lottery to ask such questions formally. Mr. Summers waited with an expression of polite interest while Mrs. Dunbar answered.“Horace’s not but sixteen yet. ” Mrs. Dunbar said regretfully. “Guess I gotta fill in for the old man this year. ““Right. ” Mr. Summers said. He made a note on the list he was holding. Then he asked, “Watson boy drawing this year?”A tall boy in the crowd raised his hand. “Here,” he said. “I m drawing for my mother and me. ” He blinked his eyes nervously and ducked his head as several voic es in the crowd said things like “Good fellow, lack. ” and “Glad to see your mother’s got a man to do it. ““Well,” Mr. Summers said, “guess that’s everyone. Old Man Warner make it?”“Here,” a voice said, and Mr. Summers nodded.A sudden hush fell on the crowd as Mr. Summers cleared his throat and looked at the list. “All ready?” he called. “Now, I’ll read the names–heads of families first–and the men come up and take a paper out of the box. Keep the paper folded in your hand without looking at it until eve ryone has had a turn. Everything clear?”The people had done it so many times that they only half listened to the directions: most of them were quiet, wetting their lips, not looking around. Then Mr. Summers raised one hand high and said, “Adams. ” A man disengaged himself from the crowd and came forward. “Hi. Steve. ” Mr. Summers said, and Mr. Adams said. “Hi. Joe. ” They grinned at one another humorlessly and nervously. Then Mr. Adams reached into the black box and took out a folded paper. He held it firmly by one corner as he turned and went hastily back to his place in the crowd, where he stood a little apart from his family, not looking down at his hand.“Allen. ” Mr. Summers said. “Anderson… Bentham. ““Seems like there’s no time at all between lotteries any more. ” Mrs. Delacroix said to Mrs. Graves in the back row.“Seems like we got through with the last one only last week. ““Time sure goes fast” Mrs. Graves said.“Clark… Delacroix. ““There goes my old man. ” Mrs. Delacroix said. She held her breat h while her husband went forward.“Dunbar,” Mr. Summers said, and Mrs. Dunbar went steadily to the box while one of the women said. “Go on, Janey,” and another said, “There she goes. ““We’re next. ” Mrs. Graves said. She watched while Mr. Graves came arou nd from the side of the box, greeted Mr. Summers gravely and selected a slip of paper from the box. By now, all through the crowd there were men holding the small folded papers in their large hand, turning them over and over nervously Mrs. Dunbar and her two sons stood together, Mrs. Dunbar holding the slip of paper.“Harburt… Hutchinson. ““Get up there, Bill,” Mrs. Hutchinson said, and the people near her laughed.“Jones. ““They do say,” Mr. Adams said to Old Man Warner, who stood next to him, “that over in the north village they’re talking of giving up the lottery. “Old Man Warner snorted. “Pack of crazy fools,” he said. “Listening to the young folks, nothing’s good enough for them. Next thing you know, they’ll be wanting to go back to living in caves, nobody work any more, live hat way for a while. Used to be a saying about Lottery in June, corn be heavy soon. ‘ First thing you know, we’d all be eating stewed chickweed and acorns. There’s always been a lottery,” he added petulantly. “Bad enough to see y oung Joe Summers up there joking with everybody. ““Some places have already quit lotteries,” Mrs. Adams said.“Nothing but trouble in that,” Old Man Warner said stoutly. “Pack of young fools. ““Martin. ” And Bobby Martin watched his father go forward. “Overdyke… Percy. ““I wish they’d hurry,” Mrs. Dunbar said to her older son. “I wish they’d hurry.”“They’re almost through,” her son said.“You get ready to run tell Dad,” Mrs. Dunbar said.Mr. Summers called his own name and then stepped forward precisely and selected a slip from the box. Then he called, “Warner. ““Seventy-seventh year I been in the lottery,” Old Man Warner said as he went through the crowd. “Seventy-seventh time. ““Watson. ” The tall boy came awkwardly through the crowd. Someone said, “Don’t be nervous, Jack,” and Mr. Summers said, “Take your time, son. ““Zanini. “After that, there was a long pause, a breathless pause, until Mr. Summers, holding his slip of paper in the air, said, “All right, fellows. ” For a minute, no one moved, and then all the slips of paper were opened. Suddenly, all the women began to speak at once, saving. “Who is it?,” “Who’s got it?,” “Is it the Dunbars?,” “Is it the Watsons?” Then the voices began to say, “It’s Hutchinson. It’s Bill,” “Bill Hutchinson’s got it. ““Go tell your father,” Mrs. Dunbar said to her older son.People began to look around to see the Hutchinsons. Bill Hutchinson was standing quiet, staring down at the paper in his hand. Suddenly, Tessie Hutchinson shouted to Mr. Summers. “You didn’t give him time enough to take any paper he wanted. I saw you. It wasn’t fair!”“Be a good sport, Tessie,” Mrs. Delacroix called, and Mrs. Graves said, “All of us took the same chance. ““Shut up, Tessie,” Bill Hutchinson said.“Well, everyone,” Mr. Summers said, “that was done pretty fast, and now we’ve got to be hurrying a little more to get done in time. ” He consulted his next list. “Bill,” he said, “you draw for the Hutchinson family. You got any other households in the Hutchinsons?”“There’s Don and Eva,”Mrs. Hutchinson yelled. “Make them take their chance!”“Daughters draw with their husbands’ families, Tessie,” Mr. Summers said gently. “You know that as well as anyone else. ““It wasn’t fair,” Tessie said.“I guess not, Joe,” Bill Hutchinson said regretfully. “My daughter draws with her husband’s family; that’s only fair. And I’ve got no other family except the kids. ““Then, as far as drawing for families is concerned, it’s you,” Mr. Summers said in explanation, “and as far as drawing for households is concerned, that’s you, too. Right?”“Right,” Bill Hutchinson said.“How many kids, Bill?” Mr. Summers asked formally.“Three,” Bill Hutchinson said.“There’s Bill, Jr. , and Nancy, and little Dave. And Tessie and me. ““All right, then,” Mr. Summers said. “Harry, you got their tickets back?”Mr. Graves nodded and held up the slips of paper. “Put them in the box, then,” Mr. Summers directed. “Take Bill’s and put it in. ““I think we ought to start over,” Mrs. Hutchinson said, as quietly as she could. “I tell you it wasn’t fair. You didn’t give him time enough to choose. Everybody saw that. “Mr. Graves had selected the five slips and put them in the box, and he dropped all the papers but those onto the ground, where the breeze caught them and lifted them off.“Listen, everybody,” Mrs. Hutchinson was saying to the people around her.“Ready, Bill?” Mr. Summers asked, and Bill Hutchinson, with one quick glance around at his wife and children, nodded.“Remember,” Mr. Summers said, “take the slips and keep them fol ded until each person has taken one. Harry, you help little Dave. ” Mr. Graves took the hand of the little boy, who came willingly with him up to the box. “Take a paper out of the box, Davy,” Mr. Summers said. Davy put his hand into the box and laughed. “Take just one paper. ” Mr. Summers said. “Harry, you hold it for him. ” Mr. Graves took the child’s hand and removed the folded paper from the tight fist and held it while little Dave stood next to him and looked up at him wonderingly.“Nancy next,” Mr. Sum mers said. Nancy was twelve, and her school friends breathed heavily as she went forward switching her skirt, and took a slip daintily from the box “Bill, Jr. ,” Mr. Summers said, and Billy, his face red and his feet overlarge, near knocked the box over as he got a paper out. “Tessie,” Mr. Summers said. She hesitated for a minute, looking around defiantly, and then set her lips and went up to the box. She snatched a paper out and held it behind her.“Bill,” Mr. Summers said, and Bill Hutchinson reached into the box and felt around, bringing his hand out at last with the slip of paper in it.The crowd was quiet. A girl whispered, “I hope it’s not Nancy,” and the sound of the whisper reached the edges of the crowd.“It’s not the way it used to be,” Old Man Warner said clearly. “People ain’t the way they used to be. ““All right,” Mr. Summers said. “Open the papers. Harry, you open little Dave’s. “Mr. Graves opened the slip of paper and there was a general sigh through the crowd as he held it up and everyone could see that it was blank. Nancy and Bill, Jr. , opened theirs at the same time, and both beamed and laughed, turning around to the crowd and holding their slips of paper above their heads.“Tessie,” Mr. Summers said. There was a pause, and then Mr. Summer s looked at Bill Hutchinson, and Bill unfolded his paper and showed it. It was blank.“It’s Tessie,” Mr. Summers said, and his voice was hushed. “Show us her paper, Bill. “Bill Hutchinson went over to his wife and forced the slip of paper out of her hand. It had a black spot on it, the black spot Mr. Summers had made the night before with the heavy pencil in the coal company office. Bill Hutchinson held it up, and there was a stir in the crowd.“All right, folks. ” Mr. Summers said. “Let’s finish quickly. “Although the villagers had forgotten the ritual and lost the original black box, they still remembered to use stones. The pile of stones the boys had made earlier was ready; there were stones on the ground with the blowing scraps of paper that had come out of the box Delacroix selected a stone so large she had to pick it up with both hands and turned to Mrs. Dunbar. “Come on,” she said. “Hurry up. “Mrs. Dunbar had small stones in both hands, and she said, gasping for breath. “I can’t run at all. You’ll have to go ahead and I’ll catch up with you. “The children had stones already. And someone gave little Davy Hutchinson a few pebbles.Tessie Hutchinson was in the center of a cleared space by now, and she held her hands out desperately as the villagers mov ed in on her. “It isn’t fair,” she said. A stone hit her on the side of the head. Old Man Warner was saying, “Come on, come on, everyone. ” Steve Adams was in the front of the crowd of villagers, with Mrs. Graves beside him.“It isn’t fair, it isn’t right,” Mrs. Hutchinson screamed, and then they were upon her.Discussion Questions:1. Were you surprised by the ending of the story? If not, at what point did you know what was going to happen? How does Jackson start to foreshadow the ending in paragraphs 2 and 3? Conversely, how does Jackson lull us into thinking that this is just an ordinary story with an ordinary town?2. Where does the story take place? In what way does the setting affect the story? Does it make you more or less likely to anticipate the ending?3. In what ways are the characters differentiated from one another? Looking back at the story, can you see why Tessie Hutchinson is singled out as the "winner"?4. What are some examples of irony in this story? For example, why might the title, "The Lottery," or the opening description in paragraph one, be considered ironic?5. Take a close look at Jackson's description of the black wooden box (paragraph 5) and of the black spot on the fatal slip of paper (paragraph 72). What do these objects suggest to you? Why is the black box described as "battered"? Are there any other symbols in the story?6. What do you understand to be the writer's own attitude toward the lottery and the stoning? Exactly what in the story makes her attitude clear to us?7. This story satirizes a number of social issues, including the reluctance of people to reject outdatedtraditions, ideas, rules, laws, and practices. What kinds of traditions, practices, laws, etc. might "The Lottery" represent?。

The Lottery-QuestionsThe Lottery Questions1)What happens at the end of the story?At the end of the story, Mrs. Hutchinson was chosen. Everyone had stones in their hands and used them to attack Mrs. Hutchinson. Someone even gave little Davy Hutchinson few pebbles.2)Give me at least 2 clues that suggest how the townspeoplefeel about the lottery.They thought the lottery is normal and it is a part of daily life. Before the lottery began, people seemed relaxed. They talked about”planting and rain, trac tors and taxes.” All these things were just their daily lives. Obviously, they are used to the lottery. They also believed that the lottery is reliable. They had been in the lottery for at least seventy-seven years. They attended the lottery punctually every year. They also thought that only crazy fools will abandon this tradition.3)What is meant by the phrase “Lottery in June, corn be heavysoon?”The phrase meant if people do the lottery in June, their crops will flourish in the rest of the year.4)What is the point of view in this story?The point of view in this story is objective point of view. The narrator does not use “I” in the story and reader cannot see the thought or feelings of any character.5)What are the central themes in this story?The central theme of this story is that superstition is harmful. According to the story, we can see the lottery is a bloody and brutal rite. The author also used irony to emphasize this theme. For example, she described the relaxed mood among the villagers before the lottery.6)Give me an example of foreshadowing in the story.In the story, Mrs. Hutchinson shouted to Mr. Summers. "You didn't give him time enough to take any paper he wanted. I saw you. It wasn't fair!" This is an example of foreshadowing. Mr. Hutchinson got the paper with black spot and Mrs. Hutchinson was angry tense. This gives us a hint that being chosen by the lottery is a terrible thing.7)What does the black box symbolize?The black box symbolized of foolish old tradition and superstition. The villager used it every year for the lottery. It also8)What is the significance of the following characters?a.Old Man Warnerb.Mr. SummerA)Old Man Warner is important because he is the symbol ofsuperstition. He has been in the lottery for seventy-seven years. He believed that crazy only fool will abandon the lottery.B)The existence of Mr. Summer makes the story more ironic. He has alighted-hearted name and jovial personality, but he is the one who conducts the bloody rite.。

Summary Writing of The LotteryThe story started in a small village, which had a small population but a long history. Thus, there was a traditional activity in this village every year, called “the lottery”.It was a pretty morning of June 27th. The people of the village began to gather together in the square around ten o’clock. The children assembled first, making a great pile of stones in one corner of the square, and filled their pockets with the stones. Sooner, the women arrived after their husbands. They called their children back and started waiting the lottery began.This lottery was conducted by Mr.Summers, as usual. He came here with the black wooden box, and put it on a three-legged stool, which carried by Mr. Graves, the postmaster of this village. About the black wooden box, everyone knew that it was the one replaced the original one, but no one care about making a new one instead, even as much tradition as was represented by the black Before the lottery, there were something had to be done. Mr.Summers and Mr. Graves made up the slips of paper and put them in the box. Also, there were lists of heads of families, heads of households in each family, members of each household in each family, needed to be made up. And there was the proper swearing-in of Mr.Summers by the postmaster, as the official of the lottery. At last, Mr. Summers had a speech. Just as he finally finished talking, Mrs.Hutchinson came hurriedly. And then, the lottery began.Mr.Summers asked if everyone was here. Then, each villager came to reach into the black box and took out a folded paper one by one. In this process, people chatted about the lottery, which they were familiar to.When everybody finished, there was a long pause, until Mr, Summers asked who got the paper. It was Bill Hutchinson. Getting the result, Bill’s wife, Tessie, shouted to Mr.Summers and tried to let her daughter in. Mr.Summers refused these words and started a new turn, among the Hutchinsons. Bill, his wife, and their three children, took the paper one by one as they had done just now. Mr.Summers opened the paper one by one, and the last one, owned by Tessie, was signed.Mr.Summers told everyone to finished this lottery quickly in the end. And Tessie was in the center of a cleared space by then. The only thing she could do was screaming, while the villagers were throwing the stones on her head.。

The Lottery中文版摸彩作者：雪莱·杰克森六月27日的早晨晴朗无云，有着盛夏时节新鲜的温暖；花儿开得繁茂，草儿长得绿油油。

十点钟左右，村里的人们开始在邮局和银行间的广场上聚集；有些城镇因为人太多，摸彩不得不花上两天，而且要在六月2日开始，但是在这个村子里，只有三百来人，摸彩的全程至多不会超过两小时，所以可以在早晨十点钟开始，并且仍能够让村民们准时回家吃上午饭。

首先集合来的当然是孩子们。

最近学校在放暑假，自由感不安地降落在多数人身上；在他们疯玩起来之前，他们往往会安静地聚在一起一会儿。

他们谈论的仍是学校和老师，书本和惩戒。

博比·马丁已经在他的衣兜里塞满了石子，其他男孩子很快也学起他的样子，挑选了最圆滑的石头；博比和哈里·琼斯还有迪克·戴拉克罗莱——村里人都把这个姓读作“戴拉克罗利”——最后终于在广场一角堆出了一个大石堆，他们守护着石堆，不让其他男孩袭击它。

女孩们站在一边，互相聊着，转过头看到哥哥姐姐们蜂拥而来或是偎依而行。

不久，男人们开始聚来了。

他们看着自己的孩子，讲着种地、雨水、拖拉机还有税收的事。

他们站在一起，离角落里那堆石头很远，他们开的玩笑有些单调，他们只是平静地笑笑。

女人们穿着褪了色的便装和毛衫，继她们的丈夫之后不久也来了。

她们彼此招呼着，闲谈上一两句，然后加入到她们丈夫的行列里。

很快，这些站在丈夫身边的女人们开始喊她们的孩子，孩子们来得很不情愿，必须要叫四、五遍。

博比·马丁躲开了他妈妈抓过来的手，笑着，又跑回到石堆那里。

他爸爸厉声喊了一下，博比赶快过来了，站到爸爸和哥哥中间。

T这次摸彩——就像广场舞会、少年俱乐部、万圣节前夕的节目——由夏莫斯先生主持。

他有时间和精力来投身于市民的活动。

他是个圆脸、快活的男人，他经营煤炭生意，人们很可怜他，因为他没有孩子，妻子又是个那样的泼妇。

当他带着黑木箱来到广场时，村民们窃窃私语起来，他挥挥手，喊道，“今天有点晚了，乡亲们。

the lottery译文以下是短篇小说《抽签》（The Lottery）的中文译文：在小镇上，每年六月的第一天，小镇居民都会举行一个名为“抽签”的仪式。

这个仪式已经有数百年的历史了，人们认为它是镇上的传统，是保佑小镇平安的一种方式。

在抽签那天，人们会在镇广场上聚集在一起。

镇长会从一捆用绳子绑在一起的纸片中抽出一张。

抽到纸片的人，将会被石头砸死。

今年，抽签的结果是蒂娜。

蒂娜是一个年轻的女人，她有两个孩子。

当她抽到纸片时，她感到非常震惊和恐惧。

她不明白为什么自己要被杀死。

蒂娜的丈夫，汉克，也感到非常悲伤和愤怒。

他不想让妻子被杀死，但他知道他不能反抗。

抽签结束后，人们开始向蒂娜投掷石头。

蒂娜被石头砸得遍体鳞伤，最终死去。

抽签结束后，人们回到家中，继续过着自己的生活。

他们似乎已经忘记了刚刚发生的事情。

译文注释1.抽签是小镇上一个古老的传统，人们认为它是保佑小镇平安的一种方式。

2.抽签的结果是随机的，任何人都有被抽到纸片的可能。

3.被抽到纸片的人将会被石头砸死，这是小镇的传统。

小说分析《抽签》是美国作家谢尔曼·阿勒克西的短篇小说，发表于1948年。

这篇小说讲述了一个古老的传统，在这个传统中，每年都会有一个人被抽签杀死。

小说通过对抽签仪式的描写，表达了作者对传统和暴力的反思。

小说一开始，作者就将抽签仪式描述成一种非常正常的活动。

人们聚集在一起，兴高采烈地等待抽签结果。

这似乎是一个非常快乐的场景，但它却隐藏着一场悲剧。

当蒂娜抽到纸片时，她感到非常震惊和恐惧。

她不明白为什么自己要被杀死。

这反映了她对传统的反抗和不理解。

汉克对妻子的死感到非常悲伤和愤怒。

他不想让妻子被杀死，但他知道他不能反抗。

这反映了人们对传统的顺从和恐惧。

抽签结束后，人们似乎已经忘记了刚刚发生的事情。

他们继续过着自己的生活，仿佛什么都没有发生过。

这反映了人们对暴力的麻木和冷漠。

《抽签》是一部非常有影响力的小说，它曾被多次改编成电影和电视剧。

The Lottery 英文赏析The short story Lottery is the classic work of famous American novelist Shirly Jackson.It narrators the story about the people of a small town held an aniversal activity of lottery , and the person who got the lottery would be hit to death by stones for the sake of havrest of the following year. The narrator centers on the actions and simple language of each town people from an obejective perspective to reflect the blind obedience, less of rationality and cruel coldness of human nature of the whole town people.The essay will focus on the analysis of the characters to dig up the deep themes of the short story. The difference between The Lottery and other stories is that there is no clear clue to define who are the leading roles and who are the supporting roles. In other words , the whole town people is the a complete protagonist.In the story, the narrator shows us the whole process the lottery activity just like a professional reporter, she described each plot with calm attitude and we could not see any personal feeling or expectation of the writer from any character of the whole town people.In the small town , the activity of lottery was presented by a man who was named Mr Summers, who had time and energy to devote to the civic activities. He was a round-faced，jovial man and he ran the coal business，and people were sorry for him，because he had no children and his wife was a scold.The name Summers has implied us the social status and infulences of Mr Summers, he was the owner of the coal business and had power on the whole town people. Every living summer, he gathered the people together and held the lottery ceremony which cost one human being' life to keep the stupid suspitious saying:lottery in June, corn be heavy soon. The group of people like Mr Summers had controls not only on the whold process of the lottery but also the economic resources even destinies. The lottery was only a kind of ritual which was used to blind their souls, transfer their disatisfy about the real life and take out their anger on the much miserier person-the lottery winner.The old man Mr Warner was the eldest person in the town who was supposed to the wisdom in common sense, instead he was the representive ofthe most fatuous and cruel human beings. He has been in the lottery for 77 years qutoed what he said: "Seventy-seventh year I been in the Lottery" as he went through the crowd :Seventy seven times. We can understand from a different view: He has been taking part in killing people to death for more than seventy times. The luckiness of he could escape from eachlife-risk in the lottery has been transformed into huge zealous passion to keep this convention and defend anyone who even thought about abandoning this ritual in head.The lottery tradition has been kept year by year, there was a human being was hit to death year by year, until this year when the narrator reported to us , we still could not see a sign that it would be changed.So the lottery winner Tessie in this year was just like everyone in the past,she was the victim for others to keep their blind ritual. We don't know why the writer chose Tessie to be the victim. There was no any singal which implies Tessie would be the one who got the lottery. She was like everyone who came for this ceremony as a participant and a vindicator as well.<抽彩>讲述美国的一个普通小村镇的古老传统仪式:村民们每年举行一次抽彩活动,抽出中彩者用乱石打死来保证收获.雪利·杰克逊用独特的风格揭示人性的残忍、不仁道和社会对个体的迫害,因此引起许多争议.本文分析<抽彩>的冲突、背景、人物塑造、象征和讽刺手法.Abstract：The story "The Lottery"tells the traditional annual lottery ritual in anordinary American town,but the winner will be scrailced for harvest.ShideyJackson employs her unique style to convey the inhumanity,cruelty of peopleand victimization of individual,and wins her many fames and criticisms.Thepaper appreciates literary devices such asconflicts,sening,characterization,symbolism and irony in the"The lottery".the lottery译为《摸彩》，说的俗一点就是抽彩票，但其性质不同，结果也不同。

The morning of June 27th was clear and sunny, with the fresh warmth of a full-summer day; the flowers were blossoming profusely and the grass was richly green. The people of the village began to gather in the square, between the post office and the bank, around ten o'clock; in some towns there were so many people that the lottery took two days and had to be started on June 2th. but in this village, where there were only about three hundred people, the whole lottery took less than two hours, so it could begin at ten o'clock in the morning and still be through in time to allow the villagers to get home for noon dinner.The children assembled first, of course. School was recently over for the summer, and the feeling of liberty sat uneasily on most of them; they tended to gather together quietly for a while before they broke into boisterous play. and their talk was still of the classroom and the teacher, of books and reprimands. Bobby Martin had already stuffed his pockets full of stones, and the other boys soon followed his example, selecting the smoothest and roundest stones; Bobby and Harry Jones and Dickie Delacroix-- the villagers pronounced this name "Dellacroy"--eventually made a great pile of stones in one corner of the square and guarded it against the raids of the other boys. The girls stood aside, talking among themselves, looking over their shoulders at the boys. and the very small children rolled in the dust or clung to the hands of their older brothers or sisters.Soon the men began to gather. surveying their own children, speaking of planting and rain, tractors and taxes. They stood together, away from the pile of stones in the corner, and their jokes were quiet and they smiled rather than laughed. The women, wearing faded house dresses and sweaters, came shortly after their menfolk. They greeted one another and exchanged bits of gossip as they went to join their husbands. Soon the women, standing by their husbands, began to call to their children, and the children came reluctantly, having to be called four or five times. Bobby Martin ducked under his mother's grasping hand and ran, laughing, back to the pile of stones. His father spoke up sharply, and Bobby came quickly and took his place between his father and his oldest brother.The lottery was conducted--as were the square dances, the teen club, the Halloween program--by Mr. Summers. who had time and energy to devote to civic activities. He was a round-faced, jovial man and he ran the coal business, and people were sorry for him. because he had no children and his wife was a scold. When he arrived in the square, carrying the black wooden box, there was a murmur of conversation among the villagers, and he waved and called. "Little late today, folks." The postmaster, Mr. Graves, followed him, carrying a three- legged stool, and the stool was put in the center of the square and Mr. Summers set the black box down on it. The villagers kept their distance, leaving a space between themselves and the stool. and when Mr. Summers said, "Some ofyou fellows want to give me a hand?" there was a hesitation before two men. Mr. Martin and his oldest son, Baxter. came forward to hold the box steady on the stool while Mr. Summers stirred up the papers inside it. The original paraphernalia for the lottery had been lost long ago, and the black box now resting on the stool had been put into use even before Old Man Warner, the oldest man in town, was born. Mr. Summers spoke frequently to the villagers about making a new box, but no one liked to upset even as much tradition as was represented by the black box. There was a story that the present box had been made with some pieces of the box that had preceded it, the one that had been constructed when the first people settled down to make a village here. Every year, after the lottery, Mr. Summers began talking again about a new box, but every year the subject was allowed to fade off without anything's being done. The black box grew shabbier each year: by now it was no longer completely black but splintered badly along one side to show the original wood color, and in some places faded or stained.Mr. Martin and his oldest son, Baxter, held the black box securely on the stool until Mr. Summers had stirred the papers thoroughly with his hand. Because so much of the ritual had been forgotten or discarded, Mr. Summers had been successful in having slips of paper substituted for the chips of wood that had been used for generations. Chips of wood, Mr.Summers had argued. had been all very well when the village was tiny, but now that the population was more than three hundred and likely to keep on growing, it was necessary to use something that would fit more easily into he black box. The night before the lottery, Mr. Summers and Mr. Graves made up the slips of paper and put them in the box, and it was then taken to the safe of Mr. Summers' coal company and locked up until Mr. Summers was ready to take it to the square next morning. The rest of the year, the box was put way, sometimes one place, sometimes another; it had spent one year in Mr. Graves's barn and another year underfoot in the post office. and sometimes it was set on a shelf in the Martin grocery and left there.There was a great deal of fussing to be done before Mr. Summers declared the lottery open. There were the lists to make up--of heads of families. heads of households in each family. members of each household in each family. There was the proper swearing-in of Mr. Summers by the postmaster, as the official of the lottery; at one time, some people remembered, there had been a recital of some sort, performed by the official of the lottery, a perfunctory. tuneless chant that had been rattled off duly each year; some people believed that the official of the lottery used to stand just so when he said or sang it, others believed that he was supposed to walk among the people, but years and years ago this p3rt of the ritual had been allowed to lapse. There had been, also, a ritual salute,which the official of the lottery had had to use in addressing each person who came up to draw from the box, but this also had changed with time, until now it was felt necessary only for the official to speak to each person approaching. Mr. Summers was very good at all this; in his clean white shirt and blue jeans. with one hand resting carelessly on the black box. he seemed very proper and important as he talked interminably to Mr. Graves and the Martins.Just as Mr. Summers finally left off talking and turned to the assembled villagers, Mrs. Hutchinson came hurriedly along the path to the square, her sweater thrown over her shoulders, and slid into place in the back of the crowd. "Clean forgot what day it was," she said to Mrs. Delacroix, who stood next to her, and they both laughed softly. "Thought my old man was out back stacking wood," Mrs. Hutchinson went on. "and then I looked out the window and the kids was gone, and then I remembered it was the twenty-seventh and came a-running." She dried her hands on her apron, and Mrs. Delacroix said, "You're in time, though. They're still talking away up there."Mrs. Hutchinson craned her neck to see through the crowd and found her husband and children standing near the front. She tapped Mrs. Delacroix on the arm as a farewell and began to make her way through the crowd. The people separated good-humoredly to let her through: two or threepeople said. in voices just loud enough to be heard across the crowd, "Here comes your, Missus, Hutchinson," and "Bill, she made it after all." Mrs. Hutchinson reached her husband, and Mr. Summers, who had been waiting, said cheerfully. "Thought we were going to have to get on without you, Tessie." Mrs. Hutchinson said. grinning, "Wouldn't have me leave m'dishes in the sink, now, would you. Joe?," and soft laughter ran through the crowd as the people stirred back into position after Mrs. Hutchinson's arrival."Well, now." Mr. Summers said soberly, "guess we better get started, get this over with, so's we can go back to work. Anybody ain't here?" "Dunbar." several people said. "Dunbar. Dunbar."Mr. Summers consulted his list. "Clyde Dunbar." he said. "That's right. He's broke his leg, hasn't he? Who's drawing for him?""Me. I guess," a woman said. and Mr. Summers turned to look at her. "Wife draws for her husband." Mr. Summers said. "Don't you have a grown boy to do it for you, Janey?" Although Mr. Summers and everyone else in the village knew the answer perfectly well, it was the business of the official of the lottery to ask such questions formally. Mr. Summers waited with an expression of polite interest while Mrs. Dunbar answered."Horace's not but sixteen vet." Mrs. Dunbar said regretfully. "Guess I gotta fill in for the old man this year.""Right." Sr. Summers said. He made a note on the list he was holding. Then he asked, "Watson boy drawing this year?"A tall boy in the crowd raised his hand. "Here," he said. "I m drawing for my mother and me." He blinked his eyes nervously and ducked his head as several voices in the crowd said thin#s like "Good fellow, lack." and "Glad to see your mother's got a man to do it.""Well," Mr. Summers said, "guess that's everyone. Old Man Warner make it?""Here," a voice said. and Mr. Summers nodded.A sudden hush fell on the crowd as Mr. Summers cleared his throat and looked at the list. "All ready?" he called. "Now, I'll read the names--heads of families first--and the men come up and take a paper out of the box. Keep the paper folded in your hand without looking at it until everyone has had a turn. Everything clear?"The people had done it so many times that they only half listened to the directions: most of them were quiet. wetting their lips. not looking around. Then Mr. Summers raised one hand high and said, "Adams." A mandisengaged himself from the crowd and came forward. "Hi. Steve." Mr. Summers said. and Mr. Adams said. "Hi. Joe." They grinned at one another humorlessly and nervously. Then Mr. Adams reached into the black box and took out a folded paper. He held it firmly by one corner as he turned and went hastily back to his place in the crowd. where he stood a little apart from his family. not looking down at his hand. "Allen." Mr. Summers said. "Anderson.... Bentham.""Seems like there's no time at all between lotteries any more." Mrs. Delacroix said to Mrs. Graves in the back row."Seems like we got through with the last one only last week.""Time sure goes fast.-- Mrs. Graves said."Clark.... Delacroix""There goes my old man." Mrs. Delacroix said. She held her breath while her husband went forward."Dunbar," Mr. Summers said, and Mrs. Dunbar went steadily to the box while one of the women said. "Go on. Janey," and another said, "There she goes.""We're next." Mrs. Graves said. She watched while Mr. Graves came around from the side of the box, greeted Mr. Summers gravely andselected a slip of paper from the box. By now, all through the crowd there were men holding the small folded papers in their large hand. turning them over and over nervously Mrs. Dunbar and her two sons stood together, Mrs. Dunbar holding the slip of paper."Harburt.... Hutchinson.""Get up there, Bill," Mrs. Hutchinson said. and the people near her laughed."Jones.""They do say," Mr. Adams said to Old Man Warner, who stood next to him, "that over in the north village they're talking of giving up the lottery."Old Man Warner snorted. "Pack of crazy fools," he said. "Listening to the young folks, nothing's good enough for them. Next thing you know, they'll be wanting to go back to living in caves, nobody work any more, live hat way for a while. Used to be a saying about 'Lottery in June, corn be heavy soon.' First thing you know, we'd all be eating stewed chickweed and acorns. There's always been a lottery," he added petulantly. "Bad enough to see young Joe Summers up there joking with everybody.""Some places have already quit lotteries." Mrs. Adams said."Nothing but trouble in that," Old Man Warner said stoutly. "Pack of young fools.""Martin." And Bobby Martin watched his father go forward. "Overdyke.... Percy.""I wish they'd hurry," Mrs. Dunbar said to her older son. "I wish they'd hurry.""They're almost through," her son said."You get ready to run tell Dad," Mrs. Dunbar said.Mr. Summers called his own name and then stepped forward precisely and selected a slip from the box. Then he called, "Warner.""Seventy-seventh year I been in the lottery," Old Man Warner said as he went through the crowd. "Seventy-seventh time.""Watson" The tall boy came awkwardly through the crowd. Someone said, "Don't be nervous, Jack," and Mr. Summers said, "Take your time, son.""Zanini."After that, there was a long pause, a breathless pause, until Mr. Summers. holding his slip of paper in the air, said, "All right, fellows." For a minute, no one moved, and then all the slips of paper were opened. Suddenly, all the women began to speak at once, saving. "Who is it?," "Who's got it?," "Is it the Dunbars?," "Is it the Watsons?" Then the voices began to say, "It's Hutchinson. It's Bill," "Bill Hutchinson's got it.""Go tell your father," Mrs. Dunbar said to her older son.People began to look around to see the Hutchinsons. Bill Hutchinson was standing quiet, staring down at the paper in his hand. Suddenly. Tessie Hutchinson shouted to Mr. Summers. "You didn't give him time enough to take any paper he wanted. I saw you. It wasn't fair!""Be a good sport, Tessie." Mrs. Delacroix called, and Mrs. Graves said, "All of us took the same chance.""Shut up, Tessie," Bill Hutchinson said."Well, everyone," Mr. Summers said, "that was done pretty fast, and now we've got to be hurrying a little more to get done in time." He consulted his next list. "Bill," he said, "you draw for the Hutchinson family. You got any other households in the Hutchinsons?""There's Don and Eva," Mrs. Hutchinson yelled. "Make them take their chance!""Daughters draw with their husbands' families, Tessie," Mr. Summers said gently. "You know that as well as anyone else.""It wasn't fair," Tessie said."I guess not, Joe." Bill Hutchinson said regretfully. "My daughter draws with her husband's family; that's only fair. And I've got no other family except the kids.""Then, as far as drawing for families is concerned, it's you," Mr. Summers said in explanation, "and as far as drawing for households is concerned, that's you, too. Right?""Right," Bill Hutchinson said."How many kids, Bill?" Mr. Summers asked formally."Three," Bill Hutchinson said."There's Bill, Jr., and Nancy, and little Dave. And Tessie and me.""All right, then," Mr. Summers said. "Harry, you got their tickets back?" Mr. Graves nodded and held up the slips of paper. "Put them in the box, then," Mr. Summers directed. "Take Bill's and put it in.""I think we ought to start over," Mrs. Hutchinson said, as quietly as she could. "I tell you it wasn't fair. You didn't give him time enough to choose. Everybody saw that."Mr. Graves had selected the five slips and put them in the box. and he dropped all the papers but those onto the ground. where the breeze caught them and lifted them off."Listen, everybody," Mrs. Hutchinson was saying to the people around her."Ready, Bill?" Mr. Summers asked. and Bill Hutchinson, with one quick glance around at his wife and children. nodded."Remember," Mr. Summers said. "take the slips and keep them folded until each person has taken one. Harry, you help little Dave." Mr. Graves took the hand of the little boy, who came willingly with him up to the box. "Take a paper out of the box, Davy." Mr. Summers said. Davy put his hand into the box and laughed. "Take just one paper." Mr. Summers said. "Harry, you hold it for him." Mr. Graves took the child's hand and removed the folded paper from the tight fist and held it while little Dave stood next to him and looked up at him wonderingly."Nancy next," Mr. Summers said. Nancy was twelve, and her school friends breathed heavily as she went forward switching her skirt, and tooka slip daintily from the box "Bill, Jr.," Mr. Summers said, and Billy, his face red and his feet overlarge, near knocked the box over as he got a paper out. "Tessie," Mr. Summers said. She hesitated for a minute, looking around defiantly. and then set her lips and went up to the box. She snatched a paper out and held it behind her."Bill," Mr. Summers said, and Bill Hutchinson reached into the box and felt around, bringing his hand out at last with the slip of paper in it.The crowd was quiet. A girl whispered, "I hope it's not Nancy," and the sound of the whisper reached the edges of the crowd."It's not the way it used to be." Old Man Warner said clearly. "People ain't the way they used to be.""All right," Mr. Summers said. "Open the papers. Harry, you open little Dave's."Mr. Graves opened the slip of paper and there was a general sigh through the crowd as he held it up and everyone could see that it was blank. Nancy and Bill. Jr.. opened theirs at the same time. and both beamed and laughed. turning around to the crowd and holding their slips of paper above their heads."Tessie," Mr. Summers said. There was a pause, and then Mr. Summers looked at Bill Hutchinson, and Bill unfolded his paper and showed it. It was blank."It's Tessie," Mr. Summers said, and his voice was hushed. "Show us her paper. Bill."Bill Hutchinson went over to his wife and forced the slip of paper out of her hand. It had a black spot on it, the black spot Mr. Summers had made the night before with the heavy pencil in the coal company office. Bill Hutchinson held it up, and there was a stir in the crowd."All right, folks." Mr. Summers said. "Let's finish quickly."Although the villagers had forgotten the ritual and lost the original black box, they still remembered to use stones. The pile of stones the boys had made earlier was ready; there were stones on the ground with the blowing scraps of paper that had come out of the box Delacroix selected a stone so large she had to pick it up with both hands and turned to Mrs. Dunbar. "Come on," she said. "Hurry up."Mr. Dunbar had small stones in both hands, and she said. gasping for breath. "I can't run at all. You'll have to go ahead and I'll catch up with you."The children had stones already. And someone gave little Davy Hutchinson few pebbles.Tessie Hutchinson was in the center of a cleared space by now, and she held her hands out desperately as the villagers moved in on her. "It isn't fair," she said. A stone hit her on the side of the head. Old Man Warner was saying, "Come on, come on, everyone." Steve Adams was in the front of the crowd of villagers, with Mrs. Graves beside him."It isn't fair, it isn't right," Mrs. Hutchinson screamed, and then they were upon her.。

the lottery winner概括-概述说明以及解释1.引言1.1 概述彩票中奖是人们梦寐以求的大奖，一夜之间改变了许多人的生活。

无论是一次小额中奖，还是一次巨额奖金，彩票中奖都会对人们的生活产生重要影响。

然而，中奖后的变化并不仅仅局限于物质层面，更常常涉及到个人的心态和幸福感的改变。

在这篇长文中，我们将聚焦于一个中奖者的故事，探讨彩票中奖对个人生活和心理的影响。

通过讲述这个背景故事，我们将揭示中奖后的变化，以及彩票中奖对一个人心态和幸福感的改变。

通过分析这个中奖者的故事，我们将探究彩票中奖对个人的意义和影响。

我们将讨论中奖者在经济状况、社会地位和人际关系等方面的变化，以及他们通常面临的挑战和机遇。

同时，我们也将探讨中奖者在中奖后的心态改变，包括对金钱、幸福感和生活目标的重新评估。

最后，我们将总结彩票中奖的整体影响，并探讨个人心态和幸福感的改变。

无论是中奖者自身的变化，还是周围人对其的看法和互动方式，这些都对彩票中奖者的幸福感产生了深远影响。

通过本文的探讨，我们将对彩票中奖带来的变化有更清晰的认识，同时也能够更好地理解和应对这种改变所带来的挑战和机遇。

通过这篇长文，读者将能够更好地理解彩票中奖对个人生活和心理的影响。

对于那些梦寐以求中彩的人来说，本文也将帮助他们更好地应对中奖后的变化，以及正确理解和评估幸福感的重要性。

无论是中奖者还是观察者，携手共同探索彩票中奖背后的故事和启示。

1.2文章结构文章结构部分是对整篇文章的组织框架进行介绍，其中包括各个章节的内容和目的。

在本文中，文章分为引言、正文和结论三个部分。

引言部分是文章的开篇，主要介绍整个故事的背景和彩票中奖带来的变化。

在概述部分，可以简要概括彩票中奖者的故事背景和主要发生的事件，如他如何购买彩票，中奖金额以及中奖后的生活变化。

同时，也可以提及该彩票中奖者的姓名和背景，以及彩票中奖这一话题的普遍性和影响力。

文章接下来为正文部分，主要讲述彩票中奖者中奖后的故事和变化。

Winning the lottery is a dream that many people have,and its a common theme in English compositions.Heres a detailed essay on the topic:Title:The Lottery WinIntroduction:Imagine waking up one morning to find out that youve won the lottery.The rush of excitement,disbelief,and the sudden realization that your life is about to change forever. This is a scenario that plays out in the minds of many,but for a select few,it becomes a reality.This essay explores the impact of winning the lottery on an individuals life and the decisions they must make.The Initial Shock:The moment of realization is often described as a mix of euphoria and disbelief.The winner might initially question the authenticity of the ticket,leading to a flurry of doublechecking and perhaps even a visit to the lottery office for confirmation.This period is crucial as it sets the stage for the lifealtering decisions that follow.The Decision to Claim:Once the reality of the win sinks in,the winner must decide whether to claim the prize anonymously or publicly.This choice can have significant implications for privacy and personal safety.Publicly claiming the prize can lead to unwanted attention and requests for financial assistance from friends,family,and even strangers.Financial Planning:With the prize money comes the responsibility of managing newfound wealth.The winner must consider the best way to invest,save,or spend the money.Consulting with financial advisors,accountants,and lawyers is often a prudent first step to ensure that the windfall is not only enjoyed but also preserved for the future.Lifestyle Changes:Winning the lottery can lead to a complete lifestyle overhaul.From moving to a new home,buying a dream car,or traveling the world,the possibilities are endless.However, its important for winners to consider the longterm implications of such changes and whether they align with their personal values and goals.The Impact on Relationships:Sudden wealth can strain relationships with friends and family.The winner may findthemselves dealing with jealousy,resentment,or an influx of requests for financial help. Its essential to maintain open communication and set boundaries to preserve these relationships.The Philanthropic Aspect:Many lottery winners choose to give back to their community or support charitable causes.This can be a fulfilling way to use the winnings and make a positive impact on the lives of others.Its also a way to ensure that the wealth is not only enjoyed by the winner but also benefits society as a whole.Conclusion:Winning the lottery is a lifechanging event that brings with it a mix of joy and responsibility.Its a time when the winner must navigate the complexities of sudden wealth,from financial planning to personal relationships.Ultimately,the lottery win is a test of character,and how one handles it can define their future.This essay provides a comprehensive look at the various aspects of winning the lottery, from the initial shock to the longterm implications.Its a topic that can be explored from many angles,and this composition aims to cover the key points that a lottery winner might face.。

彩票弊大于利The Lottery Does More Harm than GoodLottery, reflecting people's dream of being rich overnight,is always a controversial subject. Admittedly, it has made so great profits which our society may benefit from, but such profits could never compensate for the loss it costs.彩票，反映了人们想一夜暴富的梦想。

这一直是一个有争议的话题。

诚然，，我们的社会可能会从彩票产生了的大利润中受益，但这样的利润无法弥补带来损失。

People may be surprised at the amazing development of lottery when they thoroughly look into it. Is it a kind of capital in vestment or is there any deeper reason hidden behind? Those who buy lottery tickets may have different backgrounds while they share the same goal, hoping that the free pie will fall some day as long as they keep throwing the money in. Such attitude may gradually influence their personality and eventually form an opportunistic mentality.当人们对彩票进行彻底的调查时，他们也许会对彩票的惊人发展感到惊讶。

（完整版）美国经典短篇小说TheLottery完整评析Characteristics （蔡嘉懿）Bobby, Harry Jones, Dickie Delacroix, Bobby Martin :na?ve, curious,(represents for the new generation that are destroyed by the feudatorial thoughts. )Mr. Summers :Pitiful (For he had no children and his wife was a scold),Traditional , numb ( summers represents for the time),brutal ( “ ‘ All right folks.’ Mr. Summer said, ‘ Let’s finish quickly’.”)energetic : direct characteri zation (“ who had time and energy to devote to civic activities”)Mr. Graves :calm, serious, polite, rationalBaxter:powerful, young, energetic (“Baxter, came forward to hold the box steady on the stool while Mr. Summers s tirred up the papers inside it.”)Warner:Old (the oldest man in the village),brutal,（Old Man Warner was saying, "Come on, come on, everyone." ）conservative,“Old Man Warner snorted, "Pack of crazy fools," he said. "Listening to the young folks, nothing's good enough for them. Next thing you know, they'll be wanting to go back to living in caves, nobody work any more, live that way for a while. Used to be a saying about 'Lottery in June, corn be heavy soon.'）numb, "Seventy-seventh year I been in the lottery," Old ManWarner said as he went through the crowd. "Seventy-seventh time."stubborn "Nothing but trouble in that," Old Man Warner said stoutly. "Pack of young fools." Mrs. Hutchinson:tragic, ( She “won” the lottery)helpless, (Everyone is happy that the person who won the lottery is not them. No one is feeling sad or unfair for her) selfish（asked to let her daughter join the second round of lottery）Mrs. Dunbar/ Mrs. Delacroix:chilling, hypocritical, ( She talked to Mrs. Hutchinson so friendly before she was picked to be the person who was going to die. Then, she chose a big stone to kill her “friend”. ) brutal( she chose a big stone)Waston:brave, love his mother, responsible (draw the lottery for his mother)Mr. Adams and Mrs. Adams:Dare to question, aware of the bad of the lottery,( "They do say," Mr. Adams said to Old Man Warner, who stood next to him, "that over in the north village they're talking of giving up the lottery.")Nancy and Bill:cold and detached, selfish ( As they were happy when they knew they were not going to die)Devices: （蔡嘉懿）1.Indirect characterization: For example, Warner, the oldest man. The author uses his words todescribe him as a brutal, conservative, numb, stubborn man.“Old Man Warner snorted, "Pack of crazy fools," he said."Listening to the young folks, nothing's good enough for them. Next thing you know, they'll be wanting to go back to living in caves, nobody work any more, live that way for a while. Used to be a saying about 'Lottery in June, corn be heavy soon.’”Here, he believed the advantages of lottery, keeping the old conception instead of accepting new ideas.2.Irony(1)“Mrs. Delacroix said, "You're in time, though. They're still talking away up there.""Seems like there's no time at all between lotteries any more," Mrs. Delacroix said to Mrs.Graves in the back row. "Seems like we got through with the last one only last week."From the quotation, we know that Mrs. Delacroix talked friendly to Mrs. Hutchinson, but later on she killed her with a big stone without any pity. Author uses ironic tone to express the detest of the folks who believe in old tradition and criticizes both the traditions and folks like Mrs. Delacroix.(2) “Delacroix-- the villagers pronounced this name "Dellacroy"”the original meaning of“Delacroix”is the Cross which re presents for “Christianity”.Then, author uses irony of people’s mistake of pronouncing that word to criticize their misunderstanding of Christianity by doing Lottery.3.Repetition(1)“Tessie Hutchinson shouted to Mr. Summers, "You didn't give him time enough to takeany paper he wanted. I saw you. It wasn't fair!"”"It isn't fair, it isn't right," Mrs. Hutchinson screamed and then they were upon her.Here, the author uses the repetition of the words of Mrs. Hutchinson stating “unfair” to show her sorrow and fear. She better passes the message of the bad of the Lottery through emphasizing the pain .(2)The black boxThe author describe the black box over and over again in order to criticize the old tradition through the repetition of the black box.4.Symbolize(1)Mr. Summer is the name of one main character. “Summer” is the symbol of years andpassing time which is also ironically revealing that the folks are numb.(2)the original meaning of “Delacroix”is the Cross which is the symbol for“Christianity” .Then,author uses irony of people’s mistake of pronouncing that word to criticize their misunderstanding of Christianity by doing Lottery.(3)The name “Graves” is the symbol of death.。

《The Lottery》是美国作家Shirley Jackson所写的一篇短篇小说，以下是该小说的中英文对照：英文原文：The morning of June 27th was clear and sunny, with the fresh warmth of a full-summer day; the flowers were blossoming profusely and the grass was richly green. The people of the village began to gather in the square, between the post office and the bank, around ten o’clock; in some towns there were so many people that the lottery took two days and had to be started two days before the actual drawing. But in this village, where there were only about three hundred people, the whole lottery took less than two hours, so it could begin at ten o’clock and still be through in time to allow the villagers to get home for noon dinner.中文翻译：6月27日早晨，晴空万里，阳光明媚，正值盛夏，温暖的气息弥漫在空气中；花儿盛开，绿草如茵。

大约十点钟，村民们开始在邮局和银行之间的广场上聚集；在一些城镇，由于人数众多，抽奖活动需要两天的时间，必须在实际抽签前两天开始。

但是在这个只有大约三百人的村庄里，整个抽奖过程用了不到两个小时，因此可以在十点钟开始，仍然有足够的时间让村民们在中午回家吃午饭。

《The Lottery》是美国作家雪莉·杰克逊（Shirley Jackson）创作的一篇短篇小说，首次发表于1948年。

这篇小说以一种看似平静的小镇年度抽奖活动为背景，逐渐揭露出一个令人震惊的秘密：这个抽奖活动实际上是一种残酷的仪式，中奖者将被整个社区残忍地杀害。

以下是《The Lottery》的部分译文（请注意，这是版权受保护的文本，仅供学习和研究使用）：
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6月27日的早晨，天气晴朗温暖，村民们开始聚集在镇上的广场上，准备进行一年一度的抽奖活动。

孩子们兴奋地玩耍，大人们则闲聊着，气氛看似轻松愉快。

随着时间流逝，村民们开始按照传统的方式准备抽奖。

他们从木桶里抽取纸条，纸条上写着被选中的人的名字。

当最后一张纸条被抽出来时，人群中的气氛突然变得紧张起来。

最终，一个名叫特德·亚当斯的人被选为中奖者。

他试图逃跑，但被村民们追捕并带回广场。

接着，村民们开始向特德投掷石块，直到他死去。

小说以这样的结尾：孩子们开始收集散落在地上的石块，准备用于明年的抽奖活动。

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这个翻译只包含了故事的大致情节，并没有涵盖所有的细节和文学特色。

《The Lottery》以其出人意料的结局和对人性暗面的探讨而著名，被认为是20世纪美国文学中最具影响力的短篇小说之一。

如果你需要完整的翻译或更深入的分析，请参考合法的出版物或学术资源。

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