双语读电影 《海洋奇缘》第18章 :她清楚地知道自己的使命

The black, dying plants across the island of Motunui suddenly sprang to life. An explosion of green foliage and colorful flowers circled Sina and Tui. Sina took one look at the vibrant plants and raced for the shore. Tui dropped an armful of supplies and followed, running to catch up. From the water’s edge, they could make out a boat in the distance.

Moana’s canoe blasted over the ocean’s whitecaps as it sped toward the lush green peaks of Motunui. Moana soared over the reef. When she got close enough, she jumped out of the boat and ran up to her parents. Sina grabbed her and wrapped Moana in her arms. With tears in his eyes, Tui hugged Moana tightly. The family held each other for a long moment, happy to be reunited.

“I may have gone a little way past the reef,” Moana said.

Tui smiled and looked at the boat. “Suits you,” he said with a nod.

Soon the villagers joined them on the shore, and Pua excitedly rushed over to Moana, nuzzling against her and covering her with kisses. “Pua! Whoa, snout in the mouth!”

As Moana played with Pua, a pack of village kids raced past and leapt onto Moana’s canoe, pretending to be wayfinders.

Days later, the whole village pulled the huge double-hulled, ocean-voyaging canoes out of the cavern. Moana smiled proudly as she gazed at the boats of her ancestors. The ocean spiraled at her feet, and a little wave carried her conch shell, washing it onto the shore. Moana knelt down and picked up the beautiful, sparkling pink shell. Taking a walk, she placed the shell at the very top of the highest peak in Motunui, raising the island higher, just like her father and his father before him.

It wasn’t long before the villagers stood at the water’s edge, cheering a fleet of departing canoes, led by Moana. Tui and Sina raced next to her, on their own boat. Tui pulled a rope and their huge canoe passed Moana’s. She quickly maneuvered her sail and rocketed to the front of the fleet, looking back at her parents proudly.

As she leaned out on the outrigger, a spectral manta ray swam beneath her and she smiled, knowing it was Gramma Tala.

In the sky above, a massive hawk screeched as it dove toward Moana, slicing the water and creating a wave for her to jump. Her canoe crested the swell and landed smoothly, gliding across the water. Standing confidently at the helm of her boat, Moana—the wayfinder, the warrior, the next great chief of her people—knew she was exactly where she was meant to be.