the hunger games-飢餓遊戲(英文版)

第8部分 (第4/7頁)

　the　rebels　had　to　scale　the　mountains；　they　were　easy　targets　for　the　Capitolˇs　air　forces。

Peeta　Mellark　and　I　stand　in　silence　as　the　train　speeds　along。　The　tunnel　goes　on　and　on　and　I　think　of　the　tons　of　rock　separating　me　from　the　sky；　and　my　chest　tightens。　I　hate　being　encased　in　stone　this　way。　It　reminds　me　of　the　mines　and　my　father；　trapped；　unable　to　reach　sunlight；　buried　forever

in　the　darkness。

The　train　finally　begins　to　slow　and　suddenly　bright　light　floods　the　partment。　We　canˇt　help　it。　Both　Peeta　and　I　run　to　the　window　to　see　what　weˇve　only　seen　on　television；　the　Capitol；　the　ruling　city　of　Panem。　The　cameras　havenˇt　lied　about　its　grandeur。　If　anything；　they　have　not　quite　captured　the　magnificence　of　the　glistening　buildings　in　a　rainbow　of　hues　that　tower　into　the　air；　the　shiny　cars　that　roll　down　the　wide　paved　streets；　the　oddly　dressed　people　with　bizarre　hair　and　painted　faces　who　have　never　missed　a　meal。　All　the　colors　seem　artificial；　the　pinks　too　deep；　the　greens　too　bright；　the　yellows　painful　to　the　eyes；　like　the　flat　round　disks　of　hard　candy　we　can　never　afford　to　buy　at　the　tiny　sweet　shop　in　District　12。

The　people　begin　to　point　at　us　eagerly　as　they　recognize　a　tribute　train　rolling　into　the　city。　I　step　away　from　the　win59　dow；　sickened　by　their　excitement；　knowing　they　canˇt　wait　to　watch　us　die。　But　Peeta　holds　his　ground；　actually　waving　and　smiling　at　the　gawking　crowd。　He　only　stops　when　the　train　pulls　into　the　station；　blocking　us　from　their　view。

He　sees　me　staring　at　him　and　shrugs。　¨Who　knows？〃　he　says。　¨One　of　them　may　be　rich。〃

I　have　misjudged　him。　I　think　of　his　actions　since　the　reaping　began。　The　friendly　squeeze　of　my　hand。　His　father　showing　up　with　the　cookies　an