I made a strong pull, and brought up a tangle of weeds.

我猛地提起鱼竿，拽出的却是缠成一团的水草。

Again and again I cast out my line with aching arms, and drew it back empty.

再来一次，我总是满怀希望地抛出钓线，却还是一无所获，胳膊亦隐约疼痛起来。

I looked at my uncle appealingly. "Try once more," he said; "we fishermen must have patience."

我求救地看了看叔叔，“再试试，”他对我说，“钓鱼的人需要格外耐心。”

Suddenly something tugged at my line, and swept off with it into deep water.

忽然，什么东西扯住了鱼线，猛地往下一拽，

Jerking it up, I saw a fine pickerel wriggling in the sun.

我扯住鱼竿拉起一看，一条漂亮的狗鱼在阳光下挣扎扭动，

"Uncle!" I CRIed, looking back in uncontrollable excitement, "I've got a fish!" "Not yet," said my uncle.

“叔叔！”我回头大声叫道，抑制不住满心激动。“我钓到了一条大鱼！”“哎，”

As he spoke there was a plash in the water; I caught the arrowy gleam of a scared fish shooting into the middle of the stream, my hook hung empty from the line.

叔叔的话未说完，刹那间，水面溅起浪花，只见一道箭矢般银光划过，那条大鱼跃入水中，我手握的那柄钓竿上，只留下空空的饵钩，呜呼！

I had lost my prize.

到手的大狗鱼就这样在我的眼皮下溜走了。

We are apt to speak of the sorrows of childhood as trifles in comparison with those of grown-up people;

我们极易谈及孩提时代的懊恼，与成人那些痛苦比较，

but we may depend upon it the young folks don't agree with us.

尽管鸡毛蒜皮，不值一提，但总会耿耿于怀。

Our griefs, modified and restrained by reason, experience,and self-respect, keep the proprieties, and, if possible, avoid a scene;

当然，年轻人看来每每不以为然。因理性、经验、甚至自尊改变并抑制,可能的话，我们或许不再百般纠结闷闷不乐。

but the sorrow of childhood, unreasoning and all-absorbing, is a complete abandonment to the passion.

童年痛苦，将会演变成一种安之若素的面对，然而，孩提时代缺乏理性、沉湎痛苦难以自拔，却是任由性情恣意放纵。

The doll's nose is broken, and the world breaks up with it;

洋娃娃鼻子破了，整个世界随之打碎；

the marble rolls out of sight, and the solid globe rolls off with the marble.

弹子球滚不见了，整个天地接着地陷天塌。