The Lunar New Year for 2019 fell on February 5th. Public Schools in New York gave the kids the day off to celebrate. It was sunny. How should I spend such a nice day? I decided to take my daughter to an ice rink (溜冰场). I used to ice-skate in my childhood and I assumed ice-skating was a skill like riding a bike. My 6-year-old was desperate to learn. I couldn't think of a better day to take her for her first spin around the pond.
We arrived at the Wollman Rink near the south end of Central Park and I got us both laced up. We awkwardly worked our way to the entrance of the rink and stepped onto ice that was more slippery than I remembered. No sooner had our blades (冰刀) touched the frozen ice than both my daughter and I felt ourselves rushing toward the ground. I managed to keep my balance by clinging to (紧贴着) the wall surrounding the rink and my daughter stayed upright by clinging to me. I caught my breath and made a game plan: Don't fall down. In my mind, as a middle-aged woman, falling was to be avoided at all costs.
Falling hurts. It's hard to get back up. The ice is cold. I decided if we could just stay upright, I could count our day as a success. So around the rink we went, me holding tightly to my daughter's hand. Any time our balance changed, I would push our hands skyward, leaving her swinging above the ice like a fish on a line. We repeated this move for two rotations (圈) around the rink and then I gave up. The stress of keeping us both standing was too much. “Maybe we can come back another time,” I told her.
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At that moment, one of her friends from school appeared.
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My daughter wanted to keep skating, but I explained that I had already taken my skates off and wasn't going back to the ice.
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Nick was new, so he didn’t have many friends. One day the headmaster announced that it was the basketball season, so they needed to practice after school till 6. Nick smiled. He loved playing basketball.
Later that day it was time to go to the first practice of the season. There were other guys and they all sat together talking, but Nick just sat there and waited. “Alright boys! Line up and tell me your names,” the coach demanded. “Ricky, Derick, Josh, Dan, Nick.” they answered, one after another. Practice went on and the coach began to try out the boys. Ricky and his friends did really good. But the coach ran out of time before he could try out Nick.
The next day, Ricky and his friends came up to Nick and told him he wasn’t good enough though they had never seen him play. Nick said nothing. Soon enough it was time for Nick to try out. “We will start with free throws(自由投篮，即罚球),” the coach said. Nick stood on the free throw line and then shot. He didn’t miss one shot. The boys were amazed. Ricky was mad because they were all giving the attention to Nick. The coach informed Nick that he made the team. All the boys were congratulating him.
Nick was happy that he was on the team and it was a good way to make friends. Ricky just stood there and looked at him in anger. Ricky always got the attention but now Nick did because he’s an amazing player. The next day when Nick went to lunch, he sat by himself and the next thing he knew was that the table he was sitting at was filled with all the basketball players except Ricky.
Soon enough it was time for their first game. The game was a close one ... There were 5 seconds left and Ricky had the ball. Everyone was blocked except Nick. “I'm open. I’m open,” Nick said over and over.
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Ricky saw that he was open but he didn’ t care.
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Nick decided to talk to Ricky after they failed the game.
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3 . How to feel more affection for 'very annoying' 14-year-old son
Hi Carolyn: I have two children who are both fundamentally good kids. But one is a very, very cute 10-year-old daughter and the other is a very, very annoying 14-vear-old son. One is cuddly and sweet and funny. The other is only rarely cuddly or sweet, funny but snarky (言辞尖刻的) and seems to adore one thing: contradicting every statement I make.
I know this is normal teenage behavior, but right now. I feel only annoyance toward him. And then I feel guilty, because I think he can sense the difference. What can I do?
–Annoyed
Hi Annoyed: As you know - and as you've sensed in his sensing the difference-he still needs you around and wants your approval. The surly (脾气坏的) stuff isn't everything. There's an interesting person developing in there. The cute-caterpillar (毛毛虫) stage was always going to be temporary. Be the person who sees him grow and transform into a butterfly, and delight in it.
Readers' thoughts:
·Been there. Survived. One action I took: I hugged him every day. Whether I wanted to or not.
—Linda
·Teens want to be seen as adults. Appreciate his desire to be independent and praise him when he is.
—David
·I recently saw a social media post that said: "You think you've got it bad? Some people are 15. "He has to survive being a teenager. Please be kind to him.
—Jeff
·I remember my parents started letting me set aside a summer weekend or two where I could stay up as late as I wanted. The rest of the year, I lived life according to our family's schedule and needs. But those precious few nights were 100 percent MINE.
—Sue
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Jimmy always perceived himself as a progressive dad, very open to different minds and perceptions. While he had imagined all sorts of headaches his son would possibly bring him to confront, never did it occur to him that the headache would come so early.
When his son was just a baby, asked about his favorite color, he babbled out “pink”. Seriously, what a baby said wasn’t a big deal and Jimmy didn’t make a fuss at that moment, but deep down inside, he felt somewhat uncomfortable and a huge question mark kept haunting him. How could a boy supposed to love ball games and racing cars become a fan of pink, a color that was generally regarded “girly”?
Jimmy even worried about the future school life of his son. He repeatedly pictured a horrifying situation where his son got bullied because he was labelled girly. On some nights, in his nightmare, the tease his son suffered and the miserable screams his son let out seemed louder against the deafening silence and the intense darkness of the night.
One incident always succeeded another. One day, when Jimmy returned home from a long day’s tedious work, his wife showed him a photo on her phone where all the finger nails of a pair of little hands were colored black. Apparently, those were his son’s hands. His son might have thought it was cool to learn from his mother painting her nails, so he grabbed a marker and colored his own.
Jimmy got shocked inside. What his son had done to his nails hit Jimmy’s bottom line. He was on the verge of explosion, with all the worst ideas dashing back and forth in his mind. At the thought of the possibility that his recurring nightmare would come true and that his son would be discriminated out of his own choice and preference that were not generally accepted, he almost collapsed as if he had been torn apart and his heart had got smashed to pieces. He considered scolding his son not because his son had shamed him, but because he could no longer mask his worry aroused by his son’s rough future that he thought was due to come.
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His wife sensed his overanxiety and tried to comfort him.
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Feeling somewhat ashamed, he walked into his son’s room.
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Pumpkin(南瓜)carving at Halloween is a family tradition. We visit a local farm every October. In the pumpkin field, I compete with my three brothers and sister to seek out the biggest pumpkin. My dad has a rule that we have to carry our pumpkins back home, and as the eldest child I have an advantage — I carried an 85-pounder back last year.
This year, it was hard to tell whether my prize or the one chosen by my 14-year-old brother, Jason, was the winner. Unfortunately we forgot to weigh them before taking out their insides, but I was determined to prove my point. All of us were hard at work at the kitchen table, with my mom filming the annual event. I’m unsure now why I thought forcing my head inside the pumpkin would settle the matter, but it seemed to make perfect sense at the time.
With the pumpkin resting on the table, hole uppermost, I bent over and pressed my head against the opening. At first I got jammed just above my eyes and then, as I went on with my task, unwilling to quit, my nose briefly prevented entry. Finally I managed to put my whole head into it, like a cork(软木塞)forced into a bottle. I was able to straighten up with the huge pumpkin resting on my shoulders.
My excitement was short-lived. The pumpkin was heavy. “I’m going to set it down, now,” I said, and with Jason helping to support its weight, I bent back over the table to give it somewhere to rest. It was only when I tried to remove my head that I realized getting out was going to be less straightforward than getting in. When I pulled hard, my nose got in the way. I got into a panic as I pressed firmly against the table and moved my head around trying to find the right angle, but it was no use. “I can’t get it out!” I shouted, my voice sounding unnaturally loud in the enclosed space.
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I was stuck for five to six minutes though it felt much longer.
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That video was posted the day before Halloween.
________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________My father is a practical man. He can’t explain calculus(微积分)，but he can tell you how much pressure a boiler needs. He can’t draw an architect’s plan, but he can tell you if the pipes and wiring will sustain the structure. He put himself through night school to become an engineer, but that was only after he worked a slumber, an electrician, and a mechanic.
One day we walked by a toy store window. Sitting in the comer was the most unusual doll-house I’d ever seen. It was shaped liked an upturned log（原木）. Little oval windows decorated with nice curtains and framed by tiny balconies were cut into it.
“Oh, Daddy,” I said, “isn’t it beautiful? Do you think Santa Claus will bring it to me?”
Dad looked at the $100 price tag, silent — that’s a rather big figure in those days. “I think even Santa couldn’t afford this house,” he joked, lifting up his belt as he often does when he’s nervous. “Maybe one day, sweetheart.”
On Christmas morning, I awoke early and raced downstairs. In the dim light, I made out a lot of wrapped boxes under the tree — but none large enough to contain my dollhouse. Dad could see my disappointment He pulled me onto his lap and gently told me how, as a boy, he had wanted a red wagon, but his father couldn’t afford one. He said he made his own from wood and old wheels he found. “I’ll make one for you,” Dad assured me.
And right after Christmas, despite all the unfinished projects at home, he started it. I naively（幼稚地）thought it was an easy toy to make, but every step of the long process was considerably more complex than I had anticipated. Night after night, Dad would come home from his job dead tired, yet he’d always find time to work on the log house. In the dark yellow electric light, Dad was always busy creating my dollhouse.
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I hesitated, wondering if I should help my father.
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In all, it took us one month of hard work.
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7 . For years now, I’ve been wanting to sell our home, the place where my husband and I raised our kids. But to me, this house is
In the front room, there’s a
Of all the objects and all the memories, it’s this one thing in a home that’s the hardest to
Over the years, I’ve talked about how much I would
Three weeks later, my children’s wonderful gift
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| A．wall | B．desk | C．bench | D．network |
| A．celebrating | B．witnessing | C．promoting | D．achieving |
| A．measured | B．rescued | C．trapped | D．evacuated |
| A．clean up | B．fall apart | C．leave behind | D．work out |
| A．greeted | B．influenced | C．covered | D．spoiled |
| A．signal | B．evidence | C．power | D．challenge |
| A．various | B．suitable | C．major | D．physical |
| A．hate | B．deny | C．imagine | D．risk |
| A．in that | B．as if | C．in case | D．even though |
| A．designer | B．photographer | C．editor | D．director |
| A．Instead | B．Therefore | C．Somehow | D．Meanwhile |
| A．background | B．gathering | C．history | D．document |
| A．sweated | B．fought | C．worked | D．made |
| A．represented | B．tested | C．honored | D．offered |
Throughout my growth, I would ask my dad questions and he told me the answers. Is there really a man in the moon? How do sailboats work? I understood one thing about my dad: he knew everything. My dad was a hero, Mr. Know-it-all.
In my teen years, he taught me things I’d need to know to survive in the real world: How to check your car tire’s pressure. The correct knife to use to cut a watermelon. When I moved out on my own, I called him at least once a week, usually when I needed to know how to fix something in my apartment: the toilet, the air -conditioning, the wall, when I threw a shoe at a terrifying spider. He seemed to have every piece of information I exactly needed.
I don’t know when it happened, I needed him less. Our conversations evolved into six words. Nothing more. Me:“Hi, Dad.”Him:“Hi, sweets. Here’s Mom.”Because of her, I still needed—What’s your chicken soup recipe? Do I need to call the doctor for my daughter’s fever? Can you read this draft of my novel?
I loved my dad of course, but I wondered at times if maybe he had already shared everything I needed to know. I knew all his random jobs. I knew about the apple orchard (果园), the summer at the manufacturing plant that burned his hand, and even the restaurant, where he learned how to make the best omelet (煎蛋卷). Maybe, after knowing a man for 40 years, there’s nothing left to say.
What’s more, I relied mostly on my husband to solve more technical and complicated problems such as water heaters and insect removal. For everything else, we had Google.
Then, this past summer, my husband, our four kids and I moved in with my parents for three weeks while our own house was being decorated.
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They owned a shabby lake house and Dad asked me to help him repair it.
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A few weeks later, after we moved back into our decorated house, I called my dad.
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Many years ago, my father, who was 80 at that time, arrived for his regular two-week visit at my home in Karachi. He lived with my elder brother in Lahore most of the time and for ten years had stuck to his habit of going for an hour-long morning walk to keep fit. In Lahore, he would walk around a park that is quite close to my brother’s house. Naturally, he was keen to continue his morning walk while with us in Karachi.
Our preferred park is a 2 km walk from my house and it has a l km walking track. I could not drive him there every day as I had to leave for the office at the same time he wanted to set out. Since there are hardly any footpaths in Karachi, my father said he was delighted to walk on the road as he was certain there wouldn’t be much traffic in the morning.
I was less confident so I suggested it would be safer if he changed his walk time to the evening. That way I could take him to the park after work. However, my father-a determined person-said that he could not change his routine for just a few days and insisted that he would be leaving the house every day at 7 am and returning by 8 am. He started doing this and stuck firmly to his schedule. So one day when he had not returned by 8:30 am, my wife, Qaisa, phoned me in a panic. Worried, I immediately drove home, taking the same route that my father would have taken for his walk.
Not spotting him anywhere, I went to the police station to report my father’s disappearance. The station house officer advised me to wait until midnight before filling the report. Since it was only 10 am, I drove back to the park, in the hope of discovering some trace, but in vain. Totally at a loss for what to do next, I returned home and waited impatiently, walking back and forth in the house.
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At 10:35 am the doorbell rang and my father stood outside the door smiling, accompanied by a young man.
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After knowing what had happened, I showed my appreciation of his kindness.
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When Micah was a child, I used to do many things with her. Later, I got promoted and was always on constant business holidays. 3 years' devotion to work resulted in my absence from her life and now she was a teenage girl. Recently, I eventually managed to have abundant time to accompany her.
For the last few weeks, Micah had watched mockingbirds make a nest in a tree and lay eggs there. Sometimes, I came to accompany her without being invited. But whenever I made an attempt to break the ice, “I'm good” was about all she said to me. Code for “Leave me alone”.
“Why doesn't she want to do things with me?”I thought as I set the table for dinner one evening, hoping for an emotion bridge to reappear between us. Did she feel hurt with my long absence or feel ignored ? Lost in thought, I was seeking to mend the relationship.
“Mom!” Micah yelled suddenly. “Come quick!”
Surprised, I rushed out, only to find a little baby bird on the ground, weak and helpless. My eyes went to the branches above.
“The wind must have blown him out of the nest,”I said.
“No, it was Mr. Whiskers -our cat. You let him go outside!” Micah said, a bit annoyed.
Looking at the nest without the parents, “I'm sorry,”I said and put the bird in my palm cautiously and gently. She didn't respond, but did not refused my offer to help, either. Deciding to take care of the little baby till it became independent, I placed it in its nest. “What should we do next?” I asked. No response again. Instead, Micah went inside and hopped on her iPad. “Bird videos?” I asked. “Yes, I'm finding out what to feed it,” she said seriously.
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She was more focused than ever.
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Before long, the bird food was delivered and we fed the bird "Chance" at once.
