【推荐1】My father never kept anything for nostalgia (怀旧)—except once.

As the only sports fan in our family, I usually listened to Yankee games on the radio, dreaming of watching my heroes in person at Yankee Stadium (体育馆).

One winter, my father surprised me by suggesting we save up to go to Yankee Stadium.

I immediately washed out a jar (罐子) and stuck a label: YANKEE STADIUM FUND, 1960.

We contributed to the jar weekly, and by midsummer it was filled with money. By the end of August, however, we still hadn’t gone to a game because my father had had to work every Saturday and even some Sundays.

With only two weekends left in the season, I began to lose hope. He comforted me, “Well, don’t worry, Edwin. Things are sure to slow down and we’ll have a free Saturday.”

On the morning of the last game, I sat waiting hopelessly with no sign of my father when the door crashed open and my father yelled, “I’ve got tickets. We’re going!”

I could hardly breathe when we finally sat together, father and son, watching my New York Yankees. I sat cheering, but for my father it must have been a long afternoon trying to follow a game he didn’t understand. Several times I turned to look at him. All I could see was a face lined with tiredness from working all Saturday morning after working all week.

After the game, we kept saving money and went to two more games together.

On the second day of 1963, my father died suddenly while working. I threw away the jar.

After the funeral (葬礼), our house was filled with neighbours and relatives, but I didn’t want to talk to anybody. I walked upstairs to my parents’ bedroom, hoping, I suppose, to find some comfort from seeing what was his. As I looked through my father’s prayer (祈祷) book, something fell out. I picked it up. It was a yellowed ticket, which read, October 1, 1960, YANKEE STADIUM. My father, who saved nothing for nostalgia reasons, had decided to keep this, a memory of our afternoon at the ballpark. Carefully, I placed the ticket back into his prayer book, and slowly walked downstairs to begin the rest of my life without him.

【推荐1】Molly woke up early on Saturday morning. She felt good because she was going on a picnic (野餐) with her friends. Then she looked out of the window.

“Oh, no,” she said sadly. The sky (天空) was dark and cloudy. It looked like it was going to rain soon. Molly had planned to spend the day with three of her best friends. They were going to the park. Molly was going to bring some pancakes. James was going to bring drinks. Jane and her dad was going to bring an apple pie (果馅饼). Cole was going to bring some dumplings. How could they have a picnic on such a gloomy day?

Molly looked out of her window again. The sun broke through the clouds. “Yeah!” she shouted loudly. She ran to the kitchen. She had work to do.

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