The full text of "Strange Chocolate Factory in Ingdahl"

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Roald dahl (19 16-) is a famous contemporary British children's literature writer. 1942 served as the deputy military attache of the British air force in Washington, USA, and began his career in children's literature creation in the United States. Since 196 1, many works with unique styles have been published, which are very popular in Europe and America and deeply loved by children. The strange chocolate factory is the most famous and his masterpiece.

The work describes the adventures of five children with different thoughts and personalities when visiting a strange chocolate factory. Among them, Augusta, a greedy boy, fell into a river full of chocolate solution, Veruca, a spoiled girl, fell into a garbage pipeline, and violette, who chewed gum all day, was sent to a publishing house. Mike, a TV fan, broke into a TV set that delivered chocolate and became a miniature man. Only Charlie, who grew up in a poor family and received a good family education, was safe and sound, and finally became the boss of the factory. Through these vivid, interesting and thought-provoking storylines, the influence of good family education on the formation of children's character is profoundly explained: doting on children will only spoil them, and strict requirements can make them grow up healthily. The following are three excerpts with titles added by the editor. Through these three sections, we can roughly appreciate the basic style of the book. In the content of the plot, its biggest feature is that its imagination is bold and strange, and reality, fantasy and contemporary technology are highly integrated. The factory is not uncommon today, but it is a chocolate factory, and everything is made of chocolate, which is extraordinary. Modern advanced scientific and technological equipment such as spacesuit, TV transmitter, video recorder, etc. worn by the steamed buns in the workshop and their wonderful functions create an unreal and grotesque fairy tale atmosphere for the works, which makes fairy tale characters active in this unique fairy tale environment and has a strong attraction to children.

Lou Fu Fei Wang Xinzhi

Mr. Wonka and his TV chocolate studio

Mr Wonka's chocolate factory is charming, but no one can enter it. People looked out and found the figure of a dwarf shaking in the window. In order to sell chocolate widely, Mr. Wonka used an ingenious method-wrapped five golden tickets (lottery tickets) with tons of chocolate candy, and whoever got the golden tickets was allowed to visit the chocolate factory. The winners of the five golden tickets have all been found, and five children are going to visit the factory. )

Mr. Wonka stood alone in the open factory gate.

He is really a great dwarf!

He wears a tall black hat on his head.

He is wearing a tuxedo, which is made of beautiful scarlet Red Velvet.

His trousers are dark green.

His gloves are as bright as pearls.

In one hand, he is holding a refined golden-headed walking stick.

He has a neat, bare goatee on his chin. His eyes-how bright his eyes are, they always seem to shine on you. Indeed, his whole face is full of joy.

Oh, how clever he looks! How agile and lively! He shook his head eagerly and looked around like a rooster with bright flashing eyes. He runs around like a squirrel, a clever old squirrel in the park.

Suddenly, he jumped twice in the snow, opened his arms and greeted the five children around the gate with a smile: "Welcome, my little friend, welcome to the factory!" " "

His voice is as clear as a flute. "Please come one by one," he said loudly. "Take your parents, take out your golden tickets and tell me your names. Who is the first? "

The fat boy came forward. "I am a wheel master." He said.

"Wheels!" Mr Wonka grabbed his hand and shook it vigorously. "My child, it's good to see you! I am very happy and honored. Very, very glad to have you with us. Are these your parents? Great! Come in, come in. Yes! Fast forward to the gate! "

Obviously, Mr Wonka is as excited as everyone else.

The second child stepped forward. "My name is Veronica Salt."

"Dear miss Veronica Salt, hello! What an honor! Your name is interesting, isn't it? I always thought Fluka was a small tumor on the soles of the feet! But I must be wrong, right? You look great in this lovely mink coat! I'm glad you could come! Oh, today is an exciting day. I really want you to be happy. I believe you will like it. I know you will be happy. Your dad? Hello, Mr. Salter, right? Mrs. Salter, right? Very, very nice to meet you, but this ticket is right. Please come in! "

Then, violette Piguet and Mike TV stepped forward. After checking the golden tickets handed in, the energetic Mr. Wonka shook hands with them and almost shook their arms off their shoulders.

Finally, a nervous and weak voice appeared: "Charlie bakht."

"Charlie!" Mr. Wonka said loudly, "Good! All right! All right! Oh, there you are. You are the child who just found the golden ticket yesterday, right? Right, right! I read it in this morning's newspaper. Just right, my child. I'm so happy. I'm so happy for you. Is this, is this your grandfather? Nice to meet you, sir! Oh! I am so happy, so excited, so honored. Okay, good. Is everyone in? Five children? Yes! Yes, please follow me. Our trip is about to begin! Please go together and stay together. During this time, I don't want to lose any of you. Really, I really don't want this. "

Charlie looked back and the iron gate slowly closed behind him. The crowd outside the gate is still crowded there. Charlie gave them one last look. After the door slammed, everything outside could not be seen.

"We are all here." Mr. Wonka walked quickly to the front of everyone and shouted. "Please come in this Dahongmen! Yes! It's comfortable and warm inside. I must keep the factory warm for the workers. My workers are used to very, very hot temperatures. They can't stand the cold. In this weather, if they leave home, they will freeze to death! "

"Who are these workers?" Asked the master, pushing the car.

"We'll know when the time comes, my child!" Mr. Wonka smiled at the wheel master and said, "Be patient! If we walk along the road, we can see everything! Are they all here? All right! Please close the door, thank you! "

Charlie found him standing in a long corridor, which stretched so far that there was no end in sight. This corridor is very wide, and cars can drive freely in it. The walls are light pink. The light is soft and comfortable.

"How lovely and warm!" Charlie whispered.

"yes. Oh, it smells good! " Grandpa Joe took a deep breath when he answered. The best smell in the world seems to mix with the surrounding air. These are the smells of roasted coffee, burnt sugar, melted chocolate, mint, violet, broken hazelnut, apple blossom, caramel and lemon peel. Far away, from the center of this big factory, there was a roar of machines, like a huge machine spinning the roulette wheel quickly.

"Here, children," Mr. Wonka said, his voice over the machine. "This is the main passage. Please hang your coat and hat on the wooden nail over there and follow me. This way! All right, everybody's ready! Come on, let's go! " He walked quickly along the passage. The swallowtail of his scarlet Red Velvet coat swung back and forth. Everyone followed him in a hurry. Think of such a large group of people. * * * There are nine adults and five children, a total of fourteen people. When they walk down with the little man who is walking fast in front, they should push and squeeze. "keep up!" Mr. Wonka called, "Please hurry! If we procrastinate like this, we can't finish today! "

After a while, he turned right, left the main passage and walked into a slightly narrower passage.

Then he turned left.

Turn left again.

Turn left again.

That's right again.

That's right again.

Turn left again.

This place is like a huge rabbit's nest, and the passage extends in all directions.

"Don't let go of my hand, Charlie." Grandpa Joe whispered.

"Note that these channels are all inclined downward!" Wonka said loudly, "We are going underground now! The most important workshops in our factory are deep underground! "

"Why?" Someone asked.

"There is no such big place on the ground!" Mr. Wonka replied. "The workshop we want to see is very big, bigger than a football field! There is no such big building in the world to hold them. But here, underground, I got the space I needed. I can dig as big as I want, and there is no limit. "

Mr wonka, turn right.

Turn left again.

Then turn right.

Now the passage is steeper and steeper, and it slopes down more and more steeply.

Suddenly, Mr Wonka stopped. A shiny metal door appeared in front of him. Everyone crowded past. There are several big letters written on the door: chocolate workshop.

The Mike family, Charlie and Grandpa Joe got out of the elevator and entered a workshop, which was bright and white and dazzling. They narrowed their eyes in pain and could not move forward. Mr. Wonka gave each of them a pair of black glasses and said, "Put them on quickly. Whatever you do in this workshop, don't take them off, or the light will blind your eyes."

When Charlie wears black glasses, he can look around comfortably. He saw a long and narrow workshop, white everywhere, even the floor was white. The whole workshop is spotless. There is a huge chandelier hanging from the ceiling, and the bright blue and white light shines on the whole room. There is nothing in the workshop except a huge video recorder with wheels. A whole group of people gathered around, some oiling the joints, some turning the knobs, and some polishing the huge glass lenses. These steamed buns are dressed strangely: bright red spacesuits, helmets and goggles-at least like spacesuits. They all worked without saying a word. Charlie looked at them and felt a sense of danger. The whole thing may be in some kind of danger. These steamed buns are all informed. They don't talk or sing. They just wear red spacesuits and come and go slowly and carefully in front of the black video recorder.

At the other end of the workshop, about fifty paces away from the video recorder, there was a little steamed bun man (also wearing a spacesuit) sitting on a black table, staring at a huge TV screen.

"At first," Mr. Wonka shouted excitedly jumping up and down, "this is my latest and greatest invention-the experimental workshop of TV chocolate."

"What TV chocolate?" Asked the TV master.

"Well, son, please don't interrupt me," said Mr. Wonka. "This is driven by TV. I don't like TV myself. I thought it was okay to watch it at all, but the children never refused to watch less. They want to sit there staring at the screen all day ... "

"That's me," interjected the TV master.

"Shut up," said the child's father.

"Thank you!" Mr Wonka said, "I'm going to tell you how this strange TV set works now. But, first, do you know how an ordinary TV set works? Quite simply, there is a big movie camera at one end of the shooting screen to shoot some scenes. These photos are then broken down into millions of invisible micro-dots, which are launched into the air with electricity and move quickly until they touch the antenna on the roof. Then follow the antenna to the back of the TV to splice and combine. These millions of micro-dots return to their original positions (just like a jigsaw puzzle), and then change rapidly! This scene appeared again on the screen. "

"Television is not exactly like this," said the TV master.

"My left ear is a little deaf," said Mr. Wonka. "You don't mind if I didn't catch what you said."

"I said,'' Television isn't exactly like this,'" shouted the master. " You are a good boy, "Wonka said," but you talk too much. " Then he said, "The first time I saw an ordinary TV set working, I suddenly had a wonderful idea. Since these people can break down photos into millions of dots and shoot them into the air, and then reassemble them at the other end, why can't I do the same thing with chocolate? "Why can't I turn a real piece of chocolate into a small point and shoot it into the air, and then collect it at the other end and turn it into edible chocolate?"

"This is impossible!" The TV master said.

"Do you think so?" Cried Mr Wonka. "Well, please take a look at this. I want to send this piece of chocolate with the best quality from one end of the workshop to the other-to be on TV! Get ready! Bring chocolate. " Six men with steamed buns came forward at once, carrying the biggest chocolate Charlie had ever seen on his shoulders, which was as big as the mattress he slept on at home.

"It has to be big," Wonka explained, "because when you send something through TV, you come out much smaller than when you go in. It's just that an ordinary TV video recorder shoots a big man. When he appears on the TV screen, he is not as tall as a pencil, is he? Ok, let's get started. " "No, no, stop, you, TV master, stand back. You are too close to the vcr. It will send out dangerous rays and break you down into millions of tiny points in a second. This is why people in steamed buns wear spacesuits, because they can protect them. Well, it's much better now! Now! Turn on the switch! "

A steamed stuffed bun man pulled down with a big switch.

A dazzling flash.

"The chocolate candy has been fired." Grandpa Joe shouted waving his arms.

"He's right," Wonka said. "The whole chocolate candy has completely disappeared."

"It's on its way," Mr. Wonka shouted. "It has become a million dots, running fast on us. Come on! Go over there. " He rushed to the other end of the house, where there was a big TV and everyone else followed him. "Look at the screen!" He shouted, "Come out and look!"

The screen flashed and lit, and then a small piece of chocolate suddenly appeared in the middle of the screen.

"Catch it!" Mr. Wonka shouted with increasing excitement. "How?" The TV master said incredulously, "This is just a picture on the TV screen."

"Charlie Bart," cried Mr. Wonka, "you grab it and reach for it."

Charlie just reached out and touched the screen. Suddenly, chocolate magically fell into his hand, and he almost fell to the ground in surprise.

"Eat!" Mr. Wonka cried, "Come on, eat. It is delicious. This is the original chocolate, but it became a little smaller on the way. "

"This is great," said Grandpa Joe. "This ... this ... is a miracle!"

"Please think about it!" Mr Wonka shouted, "When I use this invention all over the country, you can sit at home and watch TV. Suddenly, an advertisement appeared on the screen, and a voice said, "Wonka chocolate is the best in the world." . If you don't believe me, please try one, right now. You can take out a piece right away. How about this, hmm! "

"Great!" Grandpa Joe cried and said, "The world is going to change!"

Seeing a piece of chocolate being pushed out, the TV master was more excited than Grandpa Joe. "But, Mr Wonka, can you introduce other products in the same way, such as breakfast cereal?"

"Oh, my God, don't mention that terrible thing to me. Do you know what cereal is made of? It's all sawdust for sharpening pencils! "

"But if you like, can you shoot this thing on TV, just like shooting chocolate?" Asked the TV master.

"Of course I can!"

"Can you shoot people?" The TV master said, "Can you shoot a living person from one place to another?"

"A living person!" Mr. Wonka shouted, "Are you crazy?"

"But can it be done?"

"My God, son! I really don't know ... I think it's possible. Yes, I think it's very possible. I might as well take a risk, but it will have very bad consequences. "

But the TV master has already run past. When he heard Wonka say "I think it's possible … of course", he turned and ran to the other side of the workshop as fast as he could, where there was a big video recorder. "Look at me!" As he ran, he shouted, "I want to be the first person in the world to be emitted by TV."

"No, no, no, no!" Wonka shouted.

"Little TV!" The TV lady screamed, "Stop and come back, you will be shattered!" " "

But at this moment, Mike TV refused to stop, and the crazy boy rushed forward. Before reaching the huge video recorder, he jumped straight to the switch and drove the steamed buns away one by one.

"See you later, crocodile!" He gave a cry, pulled down the switch and jumped into the huge camera.

A dazzling flash.

Then there was no sound.

Mrs. TV ran forward ... but she just stopped in the middle of the workshop ... She stood there ... standing, staring straight at where her son was just now ... Her red mouth opened wide and she screamed, "He's gone! He is gone! " "Oh my God, he's really gone!" Mr. TV shouted.

Mr. Wonka hurried forward and put his hand gently on Mrs. TV's shoulder. "We must hope for the best," he said. "We have to pray silently that your little son will come out safely on the other end of the phone."

"Little TV!" The TV lady screamed, "Where are you?"

"I'll tell you where he is," said Mr. TV. "He was smashed to pieces and whistled over our heads!"

"Stop it!" Mrs. TV cried.

"We must watch TV," said Mr. Wonka. "He may be out of danger at any time."

Mr. and Mrs. TV, Grandpa Joe and Little Charlie, and Mr. Wonka all gathered around the TV and stared at the screen nervously. There is nothing on the screen.

"Why haven't you appeared for so long?" Mr. TV wiped his eyebrows and said.

"alas! Hey! " Mr. Wonka said, "I really don't want any part of him to be left behind!" "

"What did you say?" Mrs. TV said savagely.

"I don't want to scare you," Mr. Wonka said, "but it did happen. Only about half of the particles returned to the TV. It happened last week and I don't know why. As a result, only half of the chocolate bars appeared on TV.

The TV lady screamed with fear. "You mean only half of the small TVs will come back to us?" She cried and shouted.

"We prefer the upper body," Mr. TV said.

"Don't move!" Mr Wonka said, "Look at the screen! Something is coming out! "

The screen suddenly began to blink.

Then some wavy lines appeared.

Mr. Wonka adjusted the knob and the wavy line disappeared.

At this time, the screen began to light up slowly.

"Here he comes!" Cried Mr Wonka. "Well, that's him!"

"Is he intact?" Mrs. TV said.

"I'm not sure yet," Wonka said. "Not yet."

It was a little vague at first, but it became clearer and clearer later. Xiao's image appeared on the TV screen. He stood, waving to the audience, smiling from ear to ear.

"But he is a dwarf," Mr. TV shouted.

"Little TV!" The TV lady shouted. "How are you? Have you lost anything? "

"Can he get bigger?" Mr. TV shouted.

"Talk to me, Mike!" The TV lady said loudly, "Say it! Tell me, are you all right? "

A very weak voice, not as loud as the howl of a mouse, came from the TV. "Hey, Mom!" The voice said, "Hey, Dad! Look at me, I am the first person to be introduced by TV! "

"Get him!" Mr. Wonka ordered, "Hurry!"

Mrs. TV reached out a hand and took Mike TV's little body off the screen.

"Very good!" Mr. Wonka said loudly, "He is complete! He is not missing! "

"Do you think there is nothing missing in this way?" The TV lady said angrily, looking at the little boy. The boy ran around in her hand, waving his pistol in the air.

He must be less than an inch tall.

"He has shrunk!" Mr. TV said.

"Of course he has shrunk," Wonka said. "What do you think?"

"Too bad!" The TV lady sighed and said, "What shall we do?"

Mr. TV said, "We can't send him back to school like this! He will be trampled! He will be crushed! "

"He can't do anything!" Mrs. TV said loudly.

"Oh, I can!" Mike, the TV is a little noisy. "I can still watch TV!"

"Not anymore!" Mr. TV said loudly, "as soon as we get home, I will throw the TV out of the window." I've had enough! "

Mike flew into a rage when TV said this. He jumped up and down on his mother's palm, screaming and trying to bite her finger. "I want to watch TV!" He screamed, "I want to watch TV! I want to watch TV! I want to watch TV! "

"come on Give him to me! " Mr. TV said that he grabbed the little boy, stuffed him into the chest pocket of his coat and stuffed a handkerchief. Screams and shouts came from the pockets, which shook, and the angry little prisoner tried hard to think of them.

"Ah, Mr. Wonka," shouted Mrs. TV, "how can we make him grow up?"

"Then," said Mr Wonka, looking at the ceiling while combing his beard, "I feel a little troublesome. But the little boy is very elastic, tough and flexible. Then let's do it. We must put it in a special machine. This machine is used by me to test the elongation of chewing gum! Maybe that machine will make him look the same. "

"Oh, thank you so much!" Mrs. TV said.

"You're welcome, madam."

"Do you think he can grow any longer?" Mr. TV said.

"Maybe a few miles," said Mr Wonka. "Who knows? But he will become a slender strip. As long as you stretch it, everything will become thinner. "

"You mean like chewing gum?" Mr. TV said.

"Exactly."

"What will he look like?" Mrs. TV asked anxiously.

"I don't know," said Mr Wonka. "It doesn't matter anyway, because we will fatten him up soon. We just need to give him three times the dose of super vitamin chocolate. "

"Super vitamin chocolate is rich in vitamins A and B, and also contains vitamins C, D, E and F, G, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P, Q, R, T, U, V, W, X and Y, believe it or not. Only two vitamins are not included in this chocolate, that is, vitamin S, because it will make you vomit, and vitamin H, because it will make you grow horns on your head like a bull. However, this chocolate also contains a very small amount of vitamin Wonka, which is the rarest and most magical vitamin. "

"How is this vitamin for people?" Mr. TV asked anxiously.

"It can make people's toes grow to the length of fingers ..."

"Oh, that's not good!" The TV lady shouted.

"Don't be silly!" Mr. Wonka said, "That's very useful. People can play the piano with their feet! " "

"But, Mr Wonka ..."

"Please don't argue!" Mr. Wonka said. He turned and snapped his fingers three times in the air. A steamed bread man immediately appeared beside him. "Execute these commands!" Mr. Wonka said that he gave the steamed bread man a piece of paper filled with orders. "You will find the boy in his father's pocket. Let's go Goodbye, Mr. TV! Goodbye, Mrs. TV! Please don't worry, you know, they will all be fine ... "

At the end of the workshop, the small steamed buns around the big video recorder have knocked on their small drums and started to jump up and down rhythmically.

"They are going to start again!" Mr. Wonka said, "I'm afraid you can't stop them from singing."

In the middle of this bright workshop, little Charlie took grandpa's hand and stood next to Mr. Wonka, listening to the steamed bread man singing.

(Deng Yongqiang translated by Bu Shisheng)