1、最新 料推荐Unit 1 The Permit1 可 因生活困苦，我不得不离开家 去外国打工。我把大部分 都寄 了妻子和父母。然而不久，政府要求我 必 有工作 可 才能 打工。后来，我 就遭遇到种种无理待遇I think the building must have been used as a farmers winterstore , for I found piles of forgottendriedchestnutsand grainin rottingbarrels. I tried the chestnuts but they tastedsour,Paulo saidhe wo
2、uld bring me food, but that was three days ago.Yesterday, I heard a carenginegetting closer, and climbed up to hide in thebeamsof thepatchedroof. But the men just looked in quickly through the worn-out windows andbrokendoorsbefore they left. Iclung to the dusty wooden beam, feeling it wouldbend unde
3、r my weight, andtried to make no noise. My arms and legs grewnumb, then began totremble.I longed to move, butI waited until I heard the policemen drive off.I know that they will return. When we began the final part of our journey, we were warned thatthe policepatrolledthe land around here regularly.
4、 They are always searching for us, or others likeus; the coast of Morocco (摩洛哥 ) and thePresidio (要塞 ) of Ceuta (休达，摩洛哥北部港市) are only tenmiles away across theStraits .That is how I got here:squeezedin with fifteen other men in ashallowboat meant for eight,with the cold waves reaching over the sides
5、and the night deep and black as atomb. I have neverbeen morescared.Iprayedall the way across, and thought about my family. I told myself, overand over, that I was doing it for them. That trip took almost all of my money. All of the money I hadsavedin Ecuador (厄瓜多 ) . The boatmen left us on a beach i
6、n the middle of the night. We lost sightof them but wecouldstill hear their small engine across the waves. Six of us started walkinginlandbut the others waited for thecontacts, the friends of the boatmen, as they had been told.We were lucky: we met Paulo. We found the town and waited until the first
7、bar opened; I wentin alone while the others hid in theorchardnearby. When I asked for a cup of coffee, the youngbarman ( 侍者 ) looked at me and nodded. He made the coffee, thendisappearedinto the back room.Cold and without strength, Iwrappedmy hands around the warm cup, not caring whether thebarman h
8、ad called the police, not caring about the next moment, just about thepresent.But the man had called Paulo, who came and helped us. Paulo was always smiling, alwayshappy .He was from Seville (塞 利 ) , a busy city of many people, and he knew many people. Paulo foundwork for us. I made good money on th
9、e farms. I pickedcabbages, beans, cucumbersandpeas .I picked great round yellow squashes (南瓜 ) that smelled of richperfumewhen you broke them. Thefarmers hired us by the day, and were content. Thelocal people would never work for thewages weare paid. But there were many farms, and many crops to be p
10、icked. We were welcomed.I shared a small clean house in the town with seven other workers. We had journeyed fromEcuador, Colombia (哥 比 ) , Venezuela (委内瑞拉 ), even Argentina (阿根廷 ). Paulo found thehouse for us - he knew thelandlordandarrangeda goodprice. We lived well, with enough foodand sometimes w
11、ine. Iearned more in aweekthan I could in three months back home if there hadbeen work to do there. I sent most of the money that was left to my wife and parents, and wrotemany letters to them. Then thegovernmentchanged the rules so that we needed work permits.Iqueuedwith hundreds of other workers,
12、waiting for theapplicationforms. We sat on thestone benchesbeneaththe trees and read the forms. Some of the other workers are from smallvillages and towns, and cannot read as well as I can, so I explained to them that the governmentwanted our birthcertificates, drivinglicenses, passportsand many oth
13、erdocuments. Many ofthe workers had perhaps one or two of these documents, but most had none. I helped the otherscomplete the forms and we gave them to theclerk. He looked at our documents, stamped the forms1最新 料推荐many times and told us that they would be sent to Madrid (马德里 ) , and our permits woul
14、d bereturned in two or three monthsif the forms wereapproved.We had to wait. Even Paulo and his friends could not help us.The first month was not too bad as most of the farmers continued to use us; their crops were rich,waiting to be picked. Then some men from Madrid visited all of the farms, and ma
15、ybe half of thefarmers stopped using us. The farmers told us that they were sorry, and we understood them.So the second month was worse: only a few of the farmers would use us, and those that did payvery poor wages. We shared what we had, and ate once a day: rice, porridge(粥 ) , bread, cheap foodtha
16、t would fill our stomachs. We began to stare at each other, and wonder which of us would findwork. There werefightsin the morning, between different groups of workers, when the farmssupervisors (管理人，监工 ) came to choose who would work that day. But still we had some hope.We lost the house in the thir
17、d month, as we had no money forrent. We were able to get somefood from thecharitykitchens around the town, and the church, but we found always a long queueand very little food. We took our bags and blankets and slept in the fields. Then the weather becamecold and we slept where we could,huddledtoget
18、her, in old forgotten buildings and alleys (小巷 ).Sometimes I dreamed of my family, and when I awoke, I wished the dream could continue.The people of the town stared at us from the sides of their eyes as they passed us. Theyclenched(握紧 ) their hands andmuttered, and some of themspaton thepavement. A
19、few of uswere attacked and beaten in the dark, and driven from the parks and streets. All of the time, thePolice told us to move on, move on.It is theendof the third month when it happens.The farmers hiredcoachesand send them into the town. From four oclock in the morning wewaited inagitatingsilence
20、, hands pushed deep into pockets, our hats pulled down tight against thecold and the watching policemen.By the time the coaches arrived, there are hundreds of workers waiting in the darkness. Wepressed forward as the doors opened. The supervisors stood on the bottom steps of the coaches andasked, Wh
21、o has the permit?The men with permits hold them up and were allowed onto the coaches.Some of the workers were from the countries in Europe and did not need permits, so they wereallowed on when they showed their passports. I went from coach to coach until I saw a group ofChileans (智利人 ), who I knew h
22、ave no permits, climbingaboarda waiting coach. The leader of theirgroup spoke first with the foreman and shook his hand, then they were taken on. I stood before the supervisor.“ You have the permit?” he asked me. He wasbroad, stout (肥胖的 )and filled thedoorwayof thecoach. His fat neckspiltfrom the up
23、turned (向上翻的 ) collar of hisleatherjacket. His hair wasshavenclose to his head. I explain to him that my application wasrejectedbut I would try again.“ Come back when you have a permit,” he told me. Hefrownedas he inhaled (吸入，吸气 ) asmoke and looked down theavenueto where the policemen were watching
24、the coaches. I explainedto him that I was a hard worker, that I had eaten only once in three days, that I was eager to workand send money to my family.He looked at the policemen, who had started walking along the pavement beside the coaches,andglaredat me and says,“ Go to Madrid and tell them.”The C
25、hileans were laughing and pointing at me through the coach windows.The supervisortossedhis half-finishedcigaretteinto the gutter(排水沟 ) by my foot. At themoment Istabbedhim in the stomach. He bent down with a small cry.2最新 料推荐The policemen looked at us and I began to run away from the coaches, into t
26、he dark side streets.I heard loud running steps close behind me, and theroarof car engines.I slidinto the shadows of a shops back door, behind two tall metalcontainersthat stank (发出臭味 ) of rotting meat andspoiledfoodstuff (食品 ). Igasped, and each breath burnt. My hearthammeredagainst my chest.I wait
27、ed for a long time until the sounds of the cars and peoplefaded. I walked slowly to the endof the alley and looked out, but the streets were empty.I had run almost to the river; I could hear it rushing in the darkness beneath me.My right hand felt cold. I looked down in the yellow light of a street
28、lamp, and saw my hand stillclenched into a fist. It looked like the hand of another person, not part of me. A shortblade,nolonger than mythumb, stuck out from the fist. The blade, my fist, and mysleevewere allstaineddark red.Paulo gave me the knife when I picked artichokes on the farms. The short th
29、ick blade is verysharp, made for cutting theplants stalks.I scrambleddown to the banks of the river and threw the knife into the river water. I heard itsplashedfar away. The river touched my feet. Iboweddown and washed my sleeve and hand,although the water was so cold, like ice, that my hand became
30、numb. Then I walked back up to the street.I found some of the other workers hiding in the desertedwarehousewe had found. One of themwent to find Paulo, who came and told me about the old farm buildings near to the coast road. Iwaited until darkness before I followed the road out of the town, throwin
31、g myself into theditchif Iheard a carapproaching.The weather has been clear and I have seen the coast of Morocco every day. Across the blue sea,the land is astripof dark brown and gray, and looks close enough for me to touch. Maybe I could findan oldtractortyretubearound the farm and float across th
32、e Straits? Or maybe I could walk alongthe shore and steal a boat?I do not want to become athief.I am an honest man who wants only to work and support hisfamily. But what can I do?I will wait here for Paulo and listen to him. He will tell me what to do for the best. I know that he will help me.注释 :st
33、ore storechestnutgrainbarrel barsourengine enginebeampatchbrokenclingnumbtremblepatrolstraitsqueeze3最新 料推荐shallowtombscarepray praysave safecouldinland landcontactluckybar baropen openorcharddisappearwrappresenthappycabbagebeancucumberpeaperfumelocal localwagelandlord landarrange arrangepriceearn ea
34、rnweek weekgovernment governmentqueueapplicationbeneathcertificatelicensepassportdocument doctorapproveporridgefightrent rentcharitymutterspitpavementend endcoach4最新 料推荐agitateaboardspeak speakbroad broaddoorwayspillleathershaverejectfrownavenueglaretosscigaret(te) cigarstabroarslidecontainerspoilfo
35、odstuffgasphammerfadethumbsleevestainplant plantsplashbow bowwarehouseditchapproachstriptractorthief thief 文 :Unit 2 Timeless Photographs19价 永存的老照片生活中有很多小事 常 人 忽略，但有 其中 含的 情却会令人回味 久。父 留下的老照片告 我，人 并没有什么不同，所有人都想充分享受人生 趣，体味家的温馨。全家 聚的 刻是珍 的I love to look at old photographs in thealbum. My father had a b
36、ig box of pictures in thecabinetand some of the pictures go way back to the 1890s. The women dressed with suchdignityand hadstyleback then. My Dad wouldlingeraround his precious box of photographs and tell me storiesabout each photo and very one. It was one of those moments that you could not really
37、appreciatewhen you were young. It is only after he was long gone that I can look back and say thanks for taking the time to show me a tiny window into the world of people who really did know how to live.5最新 料推荐I foundafewof my auntsintheirfashionableoutfitsbyanoldCadillac(卡迪拉克，汽车名 )pretending to dri
38、nkwhisky. Many of the photographs were taken in Coney Island(科尼岛 ) and CapeCod( 科德角 ). I especially love the photographs of the bathing beauties and their swimsuits. The suitsarequitemodestby todaysstandardsbuttheyoungwomendidntseemtocare.Theywerestaying at such places as Newport Beach and Cape Cod
39、having the time of their lives running in andout of thetide. One photograph had a vendor(小贩 )selling dogs(热狗 )by a coaster(轮船 )at ConeyIsland a younger picture of my mother with here brown hair and blue eyes eager to go on boardwith my Dad. He looked a bit frightened in the picture as I could see he
40、 was holding on tightly to thebar to the coaster, his black hair flying in thebreeze. I smile when I look at that picture because itishardtoimagineanyonesDadever beinga kid . Helookedlikehewashaving agreattimeprobablybecause he was with my mother. She is smiling in the picture and wearing a whiteblo
41、use ,blue shorts and tennis shoes. She is quite a looker(美女 ),I can see why my Dad liked her so much.I dig down to the bottom of the box and see two large photographs. One is dated 1900 and theother one is dated 1997 a recent picture that lookssimilarto the older one. The older picture looksfamiliar
42、 because it is taken in the same place the summer home.I will describe the older photograph as very interesting in the style of dress and exactly(确切地，精确地 ) where the people are sitting. They areposedoutside the cottage by a small tree that is stillthere today. A woman is sitting in a rocking chair, with here black hair pulled up in a bun(脑后的发髻 ).She is not smiling but looking away from the camera and wearing a long black dress. Anotherwoman is wearing a white blouse with a necktie(领结 )and a long black skirt. Her hair is al
