阅读理解

　　There were samng children all the way．Clearly they knew at what time the train passed their homes and they made it their business to stand along the railway, were to complete strangers and cheer them up as they rushed towards Penage．Often whole families stood outside their homes and waved and smiled as if those on the trains were their favorite relatives．This is the simple village people of Malaysia．I warmoved．

　　I had always traveled to Malaysia by plane or car, so this was the first time I was on a train．I did not partie relish the long train joumey and had brought along a dozen magazines to read and reread．I looked about the train．There was not one familiar I sighed and sat down to read my Economics

　　It was not long before the train was across the Causeway and in Malaysia．Johore Baru was just another city like Singapore, so I was tired of looking at the crods of people as they hurried past．As we went beyond the city, I watchd the smaight rows of rubber trees and miles and miles of green．Then the first village came into sight．Immediately I came alive, I decided to wave back．

　　From then on my joumey became interesting．I threw my magazine into the waste basket and decided to join in Malaysian life．Then everything came alive．The mountains seemed to speak to me．Even the trees were smiling．I stared t everything as if I was looking at it for the first time．

　　The day passed fast and I even forgot to have my lunch until I felt hungry．I looked at my wat ch and was surprised that it was 3∶00 p. m．Soon the train pulled up at Butterwi I looked at the people all around me．They all looked beautiful．When my uncle arrive with, I threw my around thim to give him a(拥抱)．I had never done this before．He seemed surprised and then his weather-beaten face warmed up with a huge smile．We walked arm in arm to his car．

　　I looked forward to the return journey．

阅读理解

　　There were smiling children all the way．Clearly they knew at what time the train passed their homes and they made it their business to stand along the railway, were to complete strangers and cheer them up as they rushed towards Penage．Often whole families stood outside their homes and waved and smiled as if those on the trains were their favorite relatives．This is the simple village people of Malaysia．I was moved．

　　I had always traveled to Malaysia by plane or car, so this was the first time I was on a train．I did not particularlf relish the long train joumey and had brought along a dozen magazines to read and reread．I looked about the train．There was not one familiar I sighed and sat down to read my Economics

　　It was not long before the train was across the Causeway and in Malaysia．Johore Baru was just another city like Singapore, so I was tired of looking at the crowds of people as they hurried past．As we went beyond the city, I watched the straight rows of rubber trees and miles and miles of green．Then the first village came into sight．Immediately I came alive, I decided to wave back．

　　From then on my joumey became imeresting．I threw my magazine into the waste basket and decided to join in Malaysian life．Then everything came alive．The mountains seemed to speak to me．Even the trees were smiling．I stared t everything as if I was looking at it for the first time．

　　The day passed fast and I even forgot to have my lunch until I felt hungry．I looked at my wat ch and was surprised that it was 3∶00 p. m．Soon the train pulled up at Butterworth I looked at the people all around me．They all looked beautiful．When my uncle arrive with, I threw my around him to give him a warm hug．I had never done this before．He seemed surprised and then his weather-beaten face warmed up with a huge smile．We walked arm in arm to his car．

　　I looked forward to the return journey．