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American Story:The Golden Wedding(8)

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The room was too close, too well known and their knowledge of each other was too strong. They could not talk about happy things in a happy way. She did not like to think so but it was true. She tried to hold the joy of the day, she said, 'The cake was nice, wasn't it? Em? The cake, it was nice.'

'Emm, yes. Aren't you ready yet? '

It was no use. He would never talk about things. She kept putting away her dress and her pins. She wanted to sit and talk about the whole day, to pick out and taste again the most beautiful moments. But he wanted to put out the lights and go to sleep. Oh why wouldn't he ever talk about things with her?

She looked out the window, the night was still and cold. Blue and wildly shadows darkened the pale snow. And because she could not share her feelings with him, she felt an old unhappiness. It turned her joy to a gray color, the gray color of everyday life.

He called out, 'Well Ma, aren't you ever coming to bed?'

Then she put out the light and got into bed. Now he was at rest and soon fell asleep. She lay still, holding on to the things in her mind. They were deep things without words or form. She had done this on so many other nights. She had no both joy and sadness. She had lain there and held them, understood them. And now, she was not unhappy. She was calm. She was not even angry that he fell asleep, leaving her with her own plots, quiet and alone.

You have just heard the final part of Golden Wedding. It was written by Ruth Suckow. It appeared in the book Iowa Interiors published by Alfred A. Knopf Incorporated. Your storyteller was Shirley Griffith. The Voice of America invites you to listen again next week at the same time to another American story told in Special English. This is Steve Ember.

春山如笑

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The room was too closed, too well known and their knowledge of each other was too strong. They could not talk about happy things in a happy way. She did not like to think so but it was true. She tried to hold the joy of the day, she said, “The cake was nice, wasn’t it? Em? The cake, it was nice.”

“Emm, yes. Aren’t you ready yet? ”

It was no use. He would never talk about things. She kept putting away her dress and her pins. She wanted to sit and talk about the whole day, to pick out and taste again the most beautiful moments. But he wanted to pull out the lights and go to sleep. On why wouldn't he ever talk about things with her?

She looked out the window; the night was still and cold. Blue and wildly shadows docking the pale snow. And because she could not share her feelings with him, she felt an old unhappiness. It turned her joy to a gray color, the gray color of everyday life.

He called out, “Well Ma, aren’t you ever coming to bed?”

Then she pulled out the light and got into bed. Now he was at rest and soon felt asleep. She lay still, holding onto the things in her mind. They were deep things without words or form. She had done this on so many other nights. She had no both joy and sadness. She had lain there and held them, understood them. And now, she was not unhappy. She was calm. She was not even angry that he felt asleep, leaving her with her own plots, quiet and alone.

You have just heard the final part of Golden Wedding. It was written by Ruth Suckow. It appeared in the book Iowa Interiors published by Alfred A. Knopf, Inc. Your storyteller was Shirley Griffith . The Voice of America invites you listen again next week at the same time to another American story told in special English. This is steve Steve Ember.

tsunamiü

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The room was too closed to well known and their knowledge of each other was too strong. They could not talk about happy things in a happy way. She did not like to think so but it was true. She tried to hold the joy of the day, she said, "The cake was nice, wasn't it?", "Em?", "The cake, it was nice", "Emm, yes. Are you ready yet? " It was no use. He would never talk about things. She kept putting away her dress and her pins. She wanted to sit and talk about the whole day, to pick out and taste again the most beautiful moments. But he wanted to put off the lights and go to sleep. Oh, why wouldn't he ever talk about things with her?

She looked out the window; the night was still and cold. Blue and wildly shadows darken the pale snow. And because she could not share her feelings with him, she felt an old unhappiness. It turned her joy to a gray color, the gray color of everyday life. He called out, "Well, Ma, aren't you ever coming to bed?"

Then she put off the light and got into bed. Now he was at rest and soon felt asleep. She lay still, holding onto the things in her mind. They were deep things without words or form. She had done this on so many other nights. She had no both joy and sadness. She had lain there and held them, understood them. And now, she was not unhappy, she was calm, she was not even angry that he felt asleep, leaving her with her own plots, quiet and alone.

You have just heard the final part of Golden Wedding. It was written by Ruth Suckow. It appeared in the book Iowa Interiors published by A.K., Your storyteller was Shirley Griffith . The Voice of America invites you listen again next week at the same time to another American story told in special English. This is steve Steve Ember.

ps:前面几个没听，难道说的是不幸的婚姻？

jinhua49

On 春山如笑

The room was too close, too well known and their knowledge of each other was too strong. They could not talk about happy things in a happy way. She did not like to think so but it was true. She tried to hold the joy of the day, she said, "The cake was nice, wasn't it? Em? The cake, it was nice."

"Er, yes. Aren't you ready yet? "

It was no use. He would never talk about things. She kept putting away her dress and her pins. She wanted to sit and talk about the whole day, to pick out and taste again the most beautiful moments. But he wanted to put out the lights and go to sleep. Oh why wouldn't he ever talk about things with her?

She looked out the window, the night was still and cold. Blue and wildly shadows darkened the pale snow. And because she could not share her feelings with him, she felt an old unhappiness. It turned her joy to a gray color, the gray color of everyday life.

He called out, "Well Ma, aren't you ever coming to bed?"

Then she put out the light and got into bed. Now he was at rest and soon fell asleep. She lay still, holding on to the things in her mind. They were deep things without words or form. She had done this on so many other nights. She had no both joy and sadness. She had lain there and held them, understood them. And now, she was not unhappy. She was calm. She was not even angry that he fell asleep, leaving her with her own plots, quiet and alone.

You have just heard the final part of Golden Wedding. It was written by Ruth Suckow. It appeared in the book Iowa Interiors published by Alfred A. Knopf Incorporated. Your storyteller was Shirley Griffith. The Voice of America invites you to listen again next week at the same time to another American story told in Special English. This is /steve/ Steve Ember.

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homework 自己的听写要填上homework啊，欢迎新同学 －－春山

The room was too close, too well known and their knowledge of each other was too strong. They could not talk about happy things in a happy way. She did not like to think so, but it was ture. She tried to hole the joy of the day. She said,"The cake was nice, wasn't it? em? The cake, it was nice. Em, yes. Are you ready yet?"

It was no use. He could never talk about things. She kept putting away her dress and her pins. She wanted to sit and talk about the whole day, to pick out and taste again the most beautiful moments. But he wanted to put out the lights and go to sleep. Oh, why couldn't he ever talk about things with her?

She looked out the window, the night was still and cold. Blue and violet shadows darkened the pale snow. And because she could not share her feelings with him, she felt an old unhappiness. It turned her joy to a gray colour, the gray colour are the everyday life. He called out,"Well,Ma, aren't you ever coming to bed?"

Then she putted out the light and go into bed. Now he was at rest and soon fell asleep. She lay still, holding on to the things on her mind. They were deep things without words or form. She has done these on so many other nights. She had no both joy and sadness. She has lain there and held them, understood them. And now she was not unhappy, she was calm. She was not even angry that he fell asleep, leaving her with her own plots, quiet and alone.

You have just heard the final part of Golden Wedding. It was written by Ruth Suckow. It appeared in the book Iowa Interiors published by A.K.Incorporated, Your storyteller was Shirley Griffith . The Voice of America invites you to listen again next week at the same time to another American story told in Special English. This is steve Steve Ember.

wingwingcai

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Now,the special English program---American stories.Today we bring you the second part of the story---Golden Wedding written by Ruth Suckow.Last week we told you about Mr and Mrs Willie.They felt old and thought nobody cared about them.Then to their great surprise,their children gave them a lovely party to celebrate their 50 years of marriage---their Golden wedding anniversary.And what a dinner it was------here is Shirley Griffith to tell you about it.
Everyone was there,children and grandchildren and friends,Everyone!And it was for them--for her and Pa.like Pa say that they were old that no one cared about them,how silly.This day was just as wonderful as she had hoped.All these people were here to honor her and to show that her life was important.All around the table faces smiled.Everyone ate and said how good it was.The women tried to stop their husbands from eating too much.But the men laughed.They said that this was the one time they could eat as much as they wanted.After all a Golden Wedding dinner did not happen everyday.Then the granddaughters brought great dishes of icecream and chocolate sauce.But before they started to eat.There was silence again.Mrs Willie knew what was going to happen.Her mouth shook a little. "xu.xu"Someone said.Daughter Clara got out from her seat,her voice was high a ,her cheek's red."Friends.As long as this is our mother's and father 's Golden Wedding Day.Now we can ask mother to cut the wedding cake."
Mr Baxter said "That's right.Let the bride do it."
Then everyone laughed and said "the bride."
Mrs Willie took the knife and cut the Golden cake-rich and yellow.Mr Baxter stood up again and said"And now I have been asked by all these good people to present a gift.May you always remember this.Mr and Mrs Willie.
It means the love of your children and neighbours.It means the honor they do on your 50th wedding day.
He took a package and gave it to Mr Willie.Mr Willie took the paper off.There was a large silver cup.The sun shone warmly on the metal.And now to everyone's surprise,Mr Willie smiled and began to speak.He rememberd when he first came to Iowa."In those days"he said"A wedding wasn't so special.Two people just drove into town,got married and that was all."That was how he remembered his wedding day.Everyone laughed.They all looked at the cup.It had the names"____Willie"and"______Willie"on it.And the date 1874--1924.50 years.Finally it was time to leave the table.The granddaughters went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.The others went into the parlor.

Everyone felt the warmth and happiness of the food and the ceremony at the table.Mrs Willie sat.She felt that she would never be tired again. Her spirit was so happy , so free.Her body was like air,and best of all the day was still young.They listened to music and they talked.Then there were shouts from the road.One of George'sons came running into the house.His face was red from the cold.
"well,grandma and grandpa.Do you want a sleigh ride?"They could hear sleigh bells ringing.The horses out there were all already.The others laughed "Yes,there was the sled."It was brightly coloured.covered with bells.Two big black horses stood there.They stamped their feet and shook their heads.They seemed to be saying" let's go".Mr and Mrs Willie found themselves being pushed outside.They put the fur rugs over their knees.They were warm and excited.On the back of the sleigh was a sign.It said just married.And it had white ribbons and bells on it.All the guests ran outside and waved goodbye.The road was hard with snow.The sky was the brightest blue.Everything seemed brighter today.The hills looked silvery.They drove into town.People waved and shouted.It was a lovely ride into town in nearby.

After a time they came back to the farmhouse.But now Mrs Willie knew that the day was almost over.The sun became weak and the snow looked pale blue.Many guests had gone.Only the family was left.Mrs Willie felt cold now and her eyes were a little red and her hands felt stiff.They sat in the parlor.the older people seemed tired.They talked,the men in one group,the women in another.Then some of the women went to the kitchen.They made supper.No one thought he could eat again.But when they sat down,it tasted good.Mrs Willie was becoming very tired.She could hardly sit up at the table.

As soon as supper was over,George got ready to take the Willies home.In the sled Mrs Willie felt so tired that she didn't event look around her.It was warm under the furs.The horses hoof who made soft noise"palapala"like a song.They were all surprised when the sleigh stopped.
"Are we home?"asked Mrs Willie.
"Sure,Where did you think you were?"Said George.
He lifted her over the side sleigh then he put her down.Her legs were stiff.She could hardly make her feet move.
Her house looked strange.It was quiet and empty.No light came from the windows,no smoke from the chimney.It was cold.George made a fire.There was nothing to do but to go to bed.It took Mrs Willie a long time to put away her best things.Mr Willie was already in bed.He wanted to go to sleep.But she didn't.She wanted to think about this day.This a wonderful day .It was so quicky gone and would not come again.Now alone together they had so little to say.The room was too close,too well-known,and their knowledge of each other was too strong.They could not talk about happy things in a happy way.She did not like to think so.But it was true.She tried to hold the joy of the day.
She said"the cake was nice.wasn't it ?
"Em...."
"The cake. it was nice."
"a,yes.Aren't you ready yet?"
It was no use.He would never talk about things.She kept putting away her dress and her
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wingwingcai

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It was no use.He would never talk about things.She kept putting away her dress and her pins.She wanted to sit and talk about the whole day to pick out and taste again tht most beautiful moments.But he wanted to put out the lights and go to sleep.Oh ,why wouldn't he ever talk about things with her?
She looked out of the window.The night was still and cold.Blue and wild shadows darkened the pale snow.And because she could not share her feelings with him.She felt an old unhappiness.It turned her joy to a gray colour.The gray colour of everyday life.

He called out "Well ma,aren't you ever coming to the bed?"
The she put out the light and got into bed.Now he was at rest and soon fell asleep.She lay still,holding onto the things in her mind.They were deep things without words or form.She had done this
on so many other nights.She had no both joy and sadness.She had lain there and held them,understood them.And now she was not unhappy.She was calm.She wasn't even angry that he fell asleep.Leaving her with her own thoughts,quiet and lone.

You have just heard the final part of Golden Wedding. It was written by Ruth Suckow. It appeared in the book Iowa Interiors published by Alfred A. Knopf Incorporated. Your storyteller was Shirley Griffith. The Voice of America invites you to listen again next week at the same time to another American story told in Special English. This is Steve Ember

mzhang6

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The room was too closed, too well known. And all that knowledge each other was too strong. They could not talk about happy thing in a happy way. She didn’t like to think so, but it was true.

She try to hold enjoin of the day, she said:
“the cake was nice, wasn’t it?”
“En?”
“The cake, it was nice!”
“Ah, yes! Are you ready yet?”

It was no use, he would never talk about things. She kept putting a way her dress on her pins. She wanted to sit and talk about the whole day, to pick up and taste again the most beautiful moment. But he wanted to put out the nice and go to sleep.
“Oh! Why wouldn’t he every talk about things with her?”

She looked out the window, the night was still and cold. Blue and wild shadows darken the pale’s snow. And because she could not share her feeling with him, she felt old and unhappiness. It turned her joy to a gray color, the gray color are on every day life.
He called out: “Well, Ma! Are you coming to bed?”
Then she put out the light and got into bed. Now he was a rest, and soon fell sleep. She lay still, holding onto the things in her mind. There were deep things without words or form, she had down this on so many other night. She had known both joy and sadness, she had lay there and held them and stood them.

And now she was not unhappy, she was calm. She was not even angry that he fell sleep. Leaving her with her own thought, quiet and alone.

You have just heard the final part of Golden Wedding, it was written by Ruth Schkow. It appeared in the book Iowa Interiors, published by Alfred A.Knopf Incorporate. You story teller was Shirley Griffith. The voice of American invites you listen again next week at same time to another American story told in Special English. This is Steven Ember.

Rainy1423

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The room was too close, too well known, and their knowledge of each other was too strong. They could not talk about happy things in a happy way. She did not like to think so, but it was true. She tried to hold the joy of the day.
She said, the cake was nice, wasn’t it?
Um?
The cake, it was nice.
Um…yes. Aren’t you ready yet?
It was no use. He would never talk about things. She kept putting away her dress and her pins, she wanted to sit and talk about the whole day to pick out and taste again the most beautiful moments. But he wanted to put out the lights and go to sleep. Or why wouldn’t he ever talk about things with her?
She looked out the window. The night was still and cold, blue and violege widely shadows darkened in the pair pale snow, and because she could not share her feelings with him, she felt an old unhappiness. It turned her joy to a great gray color, the great gray color of everyday life.
He called out, well, Ma, aren’t you coming to bed?
Then she put out the light, and got into bed. Now, he was at rest, and soon fell asleep. She lay still, holding onto the things in her mind. They were deep things without words or form. She had done this on so many other nights. She had known both joy and sadness. She had lay lain there and held them, understood them. And now she was not unhappy, she was calm. She was not even angry that he felt fell asleep, living her with her own plus plots, quiet and alone.

You have just heard the final parts of Golden Wedding. It was written by R.S. It appeared in the book * Iowa Interiors published by A.C.in corporate. Your storyteller was S.G. The Voice of America invites you to listen again next week at the same time to another American Story told in Special English. This is D.V.

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The room was too close, too well known and their knowledge of each other was too strong. They could not talk about happy things in a happy way. She did not like to think so but it was true. She tried to hold the joy of the day, she said, 'The cake was nice, wasn't it? Em? The cake, it was nice.' 'Emm, yes. Aren't you ready yet? ' It was no use. He would never talk about things. She kept putting away her dress and her pins. She wanted to sit and talk about the whole day, to pick out and taste again the most beautiful moments. But he wanted to put out the lights and go to sleep. Oh why wouldn't he ever talk about things with her? She looked out the window, the night was still and cold. Blue and wildly shadows darkened the pale snow. And because she could not share her feelings with him, she felt an old unhappiness. It turned her joy to a gray color, the gray color of everyday life. He called out, 'Well Ma, aren't you ever coming to bed?' Then she put out the light and got into bed. Now he was at rest and soon fell asleep. She lay still, holding on to the things in her mind. They were deep things without words or form. She had done this on so many other nights. She had no both joy and sadness. She had lain there and held them, understood them. And now, she was not unhappy. She was calm. She was not even angry that he fell asleep, leaving her with her own plots, quiet and alone. You have just heard the final part of Golden Wedding. It was written by Ruth Suckow. It appeared in the book Iowa Interiors published by Alfred A. Knopf Incorporated. Your storyteller was Shirley Griffith. The Voice of America invites you to listen again next week at the same time to another American story told in Special English. This is Steve Ember.

意志刚强

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The room was too close, too well known, and they knowledge of each other was too strong. They could not talk about happy things in a happy way, she did not like to think so, but it was true. She tried to hold the joy of day, she said” the cake was nice, wasn’t it”, “Eh?”, “the cake, it was nice”, ”Ah, yes”, ”are you ready yet?” It was no use, he will never talking about things, she kept putting away her dress and pants, she wanted to sit and talk all the whole day to pick out and taste again the most beautiful moments. But he wanted to put out the lives and go to sleep. O why he will never talk about things with her. she look out the window, the night was still and cold, blue and wild shadows darken the pale snow. And because she could not share her feelings with him, she felt old and unhappiness. It turned her joy to a grey color, the grey color of everyday life. he called out: wema, are not you ever come back to bed, then he put out the light and got him to bed. Now he was rest and soon fell sleep. she lay still, holding on things in her mind, there were deep things without words or form, she has done this on so many other nights, she had no both joy and sadness, she had laid there and held them, understood them, and now she was no unhappy, she was calm, she was not even angry that he fell sleep leaving her with her own thoughts quiet and alone.

heye0601

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The room was too close,toowell known and their knowledge of each other was too strong.They could not talk about happy things in a happy way,she did not like to think so,but it was true.She try to hold the joy of the day,she said,"The cake was nice ,wasn't it?","Eh","The cake ,it was nice.","Eh, yes,are you ready yet?",it was no use.He was never talk about things,she kept putting away her dress and her pants.She wanted to sit and talk the whole day  to pick out and taste again the most beautiful moments. But he wanted to put out the lives and go to sleep. O why he will never talk about things with her. she look out the window, the night was still and cold, blue and wild shadows darken the pale snow. And because she could not share her feelings with him, she felt old and unhappiness. It turned her joy to a grey color, the grey color of everyday life. he called out: wema, are not you ever come back to bed, then he put out the light and got him to bed. Now he was rest and soon fell sleep. she lay still, holding on things in her mind, there were deep things without words or form, she has done this on so many other nights, she had no both joy and sadness, she had laid there and held them, understood them, and now she was no unhappy, she was calm, she was not even angry that he fell sleep leaving her with her own thoughts quiet and alone.