英語初級(jí)口語教程：三個(gè)愿望--口譯初級(jí)
Question on Text B
Read the followingpassage once. Underline the key words while reading and retell the story to your partner.
Now I know why birds sit on telephone lines. They listen.
I am either nine or ten years old. At the orphanage they call me Miguel.
When I want to feel improtant, I say, "Call me Don Miguel. " I used to act important all the time because 1 felt I wasn't.
Back then, no one liked me very much because I didn't like other peo
But last year, I began to learn two important things: I was learning to see, not just look. And I was learning to listen, not just hear.
I used to lie in the dark and make up relatives that I didn't have. My favorite relative was a nice old man who spoke Spanish, like me.
One day a man came to see me. He said he was my uncle. "I don't have an uncle," I said.
"Now you do , " he said.
He was an old man who liked children. He had a boy once who went to Korea. His daughter moved to the City. He said the City can be a difficult place in which to live. He taught me how to see and listen. I don't know if he is my uncle or not; neither did he, but he came to see me often. I guess if you act like an uncle all the time, you are one.
I was not a good student before my uncle came along. He took me walking in the fields. At one point he spread his arms and said. "It is all here. "
"What?" I said.
"Everything you need to know," he replied.
At first it appeared to be nothing more than just a few trees. I thought I was nowhere. Then he had me close n-.y eyes. First I heard the breeze in the grass, then in the trees. I also heard a faraway train and a barking dog. For a while I heard nothing. I was almost scared. He said to listen harder.
I heard my heart beat.
beause I used to be so sad, I had almost forgotten that I had a heart.
Once I asked him who he was.
"An experiment , " he said.
"What kind of an experiment?" I said.
He grinned and said, "Nobody knows. Like you, there is no one in the world like me. So who is to say what I will be. "
One day in the field he showed me the way the breeze made the trees move. The rustling of the leaves made a sound that frightened a nearby bird. It flew away.
We watched the bird drop an acorn.
"The bird , " he said , "cari make a seed move. From that seed the oak can grow fifty feet tall. It will be a friend to those who want one. "
I always knew that trees were there, but I never knew they were real like me.
One Sunday I was angry. When my uncle came , I said : "I don't have anything. I wish I had something. "
"You have everything worth having," he said. "And I will give you even more. I will give some secrets of the Universe. Do you believe me?"
"Yes," I said, wanting to believe him.
He gave me three small seeds.
"Put each seed into a small box filled with dirt. Then care for them. Talk to them if you wish. They will grow with you. "
Now they are in larger boxes. One of t.he plants has grown up to my knee. I sometimes wonder what else it is up to.
Another time we were walking in the field when we saw two birds on a telephone line. They seemed so peaceful. Then suddenly they flew away. My uncle just laughed.
"See," he said."Someone said something they didn't like.& careful what you tell the birds."
One night I passed by the office of the orphanage. A man I don't iike very much was on the phone. He was angry and loud.
When he'left, I went into the office and picked up the phone. I heard the funniest sound.
"Listen," I said. "Listen, liirds. Come on back, never mind what he says. We like you. "
One day-Unele did not come: I waited and waited but he did not come. The man I don't like at the orphanage said Uncle was sick.
"May I go and see him?" I asked.
"No," he said. "He may be contagious. "
"May I call him?"
"No, " he said. "I'll call him for you. "
"Don't do that," I said.
"Why not?" .
"You'll make the birds fly away. "
I sneaked into the office one night and called Uncle.
"Are you all right?" I asked.
"Yes, but I must go away. "
"Why?"
"To make room for something else. "
"Will you come back?"
"I will help you remember me, if you want me to. "
"I do. . . . Ido. . . ."
When I went to bed at night, I would try to imagine that he was there. He was harder and harder to see. One night, he was not there at all. There was only a grcen ficld.
I went back to our field. It was raining. T'he sky was dark, the way I was inside. I looked for Uricle everywhere. I called his name.
I was angry for a while. I said some things out loud that I shouldn't have said. Two birds flew out of the trec.I made them get wet.
On the way back, I saw something that was only an inch or two tall. It was where that hird dropped the acorn. I didn't tell anybody, but I knew.
Someday Uncle will be fifty feet tall.
Question on Text B
Read the followingpassage once. Underline the key words while reading and retell the story to your partner.
Now I know why birds sit on telephone lines. They listen.
I am either nine or ten years old. At the orphanage they call me Miguel.
When I want to feel improtant, I say, "Call me Don Miguel. " I used to act important all the time because 1 felt I wasn't.
Back then, no one liked me very much because I didn't like other peo
But last year, I began to learn two important things: I was learning to see, not just look. And I was learning to listen, not just hear.
I used to lie in the dark and make up relatives that I didn't have. My favorite relative was a nice old man who spoke Spanish, like me.
One day a man came to see me. He said he was my uncle. "I don't have an uncle," I said.
"Now you do , " he said.
He was an old man who liked children. He had a boy once who went to Korea. His daughter moved to the City. He said the City can be a difficult place in which to live. He taught me how to see and listen. I don't know if he is my uncle or not; neither did he, but he came to see me often. I guess if you act like an uncle all the time, you are one.
I was not a good student before my uncle came along. He took me walking in the fields. At one point he spread his arms and said. "It is all here. "
"What?" I said.
"Everything you need to know," he replied.
At first it appeared to be nothing more than just a few trees. I thought I was nowhere. Then he had me close n-.y eyes. First I heard the breeze in the grass, then in the trees. I also heard a faraway train and a barking dog. For a while I heard nothing. I was almost scared. He said to listen harder.
I heard my heart beat.
beause I used to be so sad, I had almost forgotten that I had a heart.
Once I asked him who he was.
"An experiment , " he said.
"What kind of an experiment?" I said.
He grinned and said, "Nobody knows. Like you, there is no one in the world like me. So who is to say what I will be. "
One day in the field he showed me the way the breeze made the trees move. The rustling of the leaves made a sound that frightened a nearby bird. It flew away.
We watched the bird drop an acorn.
"The bird , " he said , "cari make a seed move. From that seed the oak can grow fifty feet tall. It will be a friend to those who want one. "
I always knew that trees were there, but I never knew they were real like me.
One Sunday I was angry. When my uncle came , I said : "I don't have anything. I wish I had something. "
"You have everything worth having," he said. "And I will give you even more. I will give some secrets of the Universe. Do you believe me?"
"Yes," I said, wanting to believe him.
He gave me three small seeds.
"Put each seed into a small box filled with dirt. Then care for them. Talk to them if you wish. They will grow with you. "
Now they are in larger boxes. One of t.he plants has grown up to my knee. I sometimes wonder what else it is up to.
Another time we were walking in the field when we saw two birds on a telephone line. They seemed so peaceful. Then suddenly they flew away. My uncle just laughed.
"See," he said."Someone said something they didn't like.& careful what you tell the birds."
One night I passed by the office of the orphanage. A man I don't iike very much was on the phone. He was angry and loud.
When he'left, I went into the office and picked up the phone. I heard the funniest sound.
"Listen," I said. "Listen, liirds. Come on back, never mind what he says. We like you. "
One day-Unele did not come: I waited and waited but he did not come. The man I don't like at the orphanage said Uncle was sick.
"May I go and see him?" I asked.
"No," he said. "He may be contagious. "
"May I call him?"
"No, " he said. "I'll call him for you. "
"Don't do that," I said.
"Why not?" .
"You'll make the birds fly away. "
I sneaked into the office one night and called Uncle.
"Are you all right?" I asked.
"Yes, but I must go away. "
"Why?"
"To make room for something else. "
"Will you come back?"
"I will help you remember me, if you want me to. "
"I do. . . . Ido. . . ."
When I went to bed at night, I would try to imagine that he was there. He was harder and harder to see. One night, he was not there at all. There was only a grcen ficld.
I went back to our field. It was raining. T'he sky was dark, the way I was inside. I looked for Uricle everywhere. I called his name.
I was angry for a while. I said some things out loud that I shouldn't have said. Two birds flew out of the trec.I made them get wet.
On the way back, I saw something that was only an inch or two tall. It was where that hird dropped the acorn. I didn't tell anybody, but I knew.
Someday Uncle will be fifty feet tall.