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| When I was about five years old, I used to watch a bird in the skies of southern Alberta from the Blackfoot Blood Reserve in northern Montana where I was born. I loved this bird; I would 1 him for hours. He would 2 effortlessly in that gigantic sky, or he would come down and light on the 3 and float there beautifully. Sometimes when I watched him, he would not make a sound and liked to move 4 into the grasses. We called him meksikatsi, which in the Blackfoot language 5 "pink-colored feet"; meksikatsi and I became very good friends. The bird had a very particular significance to me 6 I desperately wanted to be able to fly too. I felt very much as if I was the kind of person who had been born into a world where 7 was impossible. And most of the things that I 8 about would not be possible for me but would be possible only for other people. When I was ten years old, something unexpected 9 my life suddenly. I found myself become an 10 child in a family I was not born into; I found myself in a 11 position that many native Americans find themselves in, living in a city that they do not understand at all, not in another culture but 12 two cultures. A teacher of the English language told me that meksikatsi was not called meksikatsi, even though that is what 13 people have called that bird for thousands of years. Meksikatsi, he said, was really "duck". I was very 14 with English. I could not understand it. First of all, the bird did not look like "duck", and when it made a 15 , it did not sound like "duck", I was even more 16 when I found out that the meaning of the verb "to duck" came from the bird. As I 17 to understand English better, I understand that it made a great deal of 18 , but I never forgot that meksikatsi made a different kind of meaning. I 19 that languages are not just different words for the same things but totally different 20 , totally different ways of experiencing and looking at the world. | ||||
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| When I was a boy, every holiday that I had seemed wonderful. My 1 took me by train or by car to a hotel by the 2 . All day, I seem to remember, I 3 on the sands with strange 4 children. We made houses and gardens, and 5 the tide destroy them. When the tide went out, we 6 over the rocks and looked down at the fish in the rock-pools. In those days the 7 seemed to shine always brightly 8 the water was always warm. Sometimes we 9 beach and walked in the country, exploring (搜寻) ruined houses and dark woods and climbing trees. There were 10 in one's pockets or good places where one could 11 ice creams. Each day seemed a life-time. Although I am now thirty-five years old, my idea of a good 12 is much the same as it was. I 13 like the sun and warm sand and the sound of 14 beating the rocks. I no longer wish to 15 any sand house or sand garden, and I dislike sweets. 16 , I love the sea and often feel sand running through my fingers. Sometimes I 18 what my ideal (理想的) holiday will be like when I am 19 . All I want to do then, perhaps, will be to lie in bed, reading books about 54 who make houses and gardens with sands, who watch the incoming tide, who make themselves 20 on too many ices creams. | ||||
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| When I was a boy, every holiday that I had seemed wonderful. My 1 took me by train or by car to a hotel by the 2 . All day, I seem to remember, I 3 on the sands with strange 4 children. We made houses and gardens, and 5 the tide (潮汐) destroy (破坏, 毁坏) them. When the tide went out, we 6 over the rocks and looked down at the fish in the rock-pools. In those days the 7 seemed to shine always brightly 8 the water was always warm. Sometimes we left the beach and walked in the country, 9 ruined (毁灭的) houses and dark woods and climbing trees. There were 10 in one's pockets or good places where one could 11 ice-creams. Each day seemed a life-time. Although I am now thirty-five years old, my idea of a good 12 is much the same as it was. I 13 like the sun and warm sand and the sound of 14 beating the rocks. I no longer wish to 15 any sand house or sand garden, and I dislike sweets. 16 , I love the sea and often feel sand running through my fingers. Sometimes I 17 what my ideal (理想的) holiday will be like when I am 18 . All I want to do then, perhaps, will be to lie in bed, reading books about 19 who make houses and gardens with sands, who watch the incoming tide, who make 20 sick on too many ices... | ||||
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