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Manners nowadays in metropolitan(大城市的,大都会的)cities like London are practically non-existent.It is nothing for a big, strong schoolboy to push an elderly woman aside to take the last remaining seat on the underway or bus.
This question of giving up seats in public transport is much argued about by young men, who say that since women have claimed equality, they no longer deserve to be treated with politeness and that those who go out to work should take their turns in the rat race like anyone else.But women have never claimed to be physically as strong as men.Even if it is not agreed, however, the fact remains that courtesy(礼节)should be shown to the old and the sick.Are we really so lost to all ideals of unselfishness that we can sit there indifferently(冷漠的)reading the paper or a book, saying to ourselves “First come, first served,” while a grey-haired woman, a mother with a young child or a cripple stands? Yet this is all too often seen.
Older people, tired and irritable from a day's work, are not always considerate either-far from it.Many arguments break out as the older people push and squeeze each other to get on buses.One cannot approve this, of course, but one does feel there is just a little more excuse.
It seems urgent, not only that communications in transport should be improved, but also that communication between human beings should be kept smooth and polite.All over cities, it seems that people are too tired and too rushed to be polite.Shop assistants won't bother to assist, taxi drivers shout at each other as they dash dangerously around corners; bus conductor pull the bell before their desperate passengers have time to get on or off the bus, and so on.It seems to us that it is up to the young to do their small part to stop such lowering of moral standards.
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1.non-existent/disappearing/lost 2.sit/rest 3.refuse/hate/dislike 4.equal 5.reading 6.children/babies 7.Causes/Analysis 8.smoothly 9.tired 10.effort |
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Oh, the things that I should see if I had the power of sight for just three days!
The first day would be a busy one.I should call to me all my dear friends and look long into their faces, imprinting(铭记)upon my mind the outward evidences of the beauty that is within them, I should let my eyes rest, too, on the face of a baby, so that I could catch a vision of the eager, innocent beauty which precedes the individual's consciousness of the conflicts which life develops.
And I should like to look into the loyal, trusting eyes of my dogs-the serious, clever little Scottie, Darkie, and the strong, understanding Great Dane, Helga, whose warm, tender, and playful friendships are so comforting to me.
On that busy first day I should also view the small simple things of my home.I want to see the warm colors in the carpets under my feet, the pictures on the walls, the lovely small furniture that transforms a house into home.My eyes would rest respectfully on the books in dot-raised type which I have read, but they would be more eagerly interested in the printed books which seeing people can read, for during the long night of my life the books I have read and those which have been read to me have built themselves into a great shining lighthouse, showing me the deepest channels of human life and the human spirit.
In the afternoon of that first seeing day, I should take a long walk in the woods and intoxicate(使陶醉)my eyes on the beauties of the world of Nature trying desperately to absorb in a few hours the vast brilliance which is presenting itself to those who can see.On the way home from my woodland trip, my path would lie close to a farm so that I might see the patient horses ploughing in the field and the peaceful content of men living close to the soil.And I should pray for the glory of a colorful sunset.
When dusk had fallen, I should experience the double delight of being able to see by artificial light which the genius of man has created to extend the power of his sight when Nature brings darkness.
In the night of that first day of sight, I should not be able to sleep, so full would be my mind of the memories of the day!
(by Helen Keller)