新视野第一册读写教程课文第六单元中英文对照.doc

Unit 6 Section A The TrashmanSaturday, April 7Steve and I hauled trash for four solid hours continuously,except for about five minutes when we stopped to talk.My shoulder hurt wickedly each time I put another full barrel on it,and my legs occasionally trembled as I was heading to the street.But the rest of me said,Go,trashman,go.I could not have imaged there would be joy in this.Dump.Lift.Walk.Lift.Walk.The hours flew by.Saturday meant most adults were at home on the route.So were school-age children.I thought this might mean more exchanges as I made the rounds today.Many people were out-doors working in their gardens or greenhouses.Most looked approachable enough.There wasnt time for lengthy talks but enough to exchange greetings that go with civilized ways.That is where I got my shock.I said hello in quite a few yards before the message registered that this wasnt normally done.Occasionally,I got a direct reply from someone who looked me in the eye,smiled,and asked How are you?or Isnt this a nice day? I felt human then.But most often the response was either nothing at all,or a surprised stare because I had spoken. One woman in a housecoat was startled as I came around the corner of her house. At the sound of my greeting, she gathered her housecoat tightly about her and retreated quickly indoors.I heard the lock click.Another woman had a huge, peculiar animal in her yard.I asked what it was. She stared at me.I thought she was deaf and spoke louder.She seemed frightened as she turned coldly away. Steve raged spontaneously about these things on the long ride to the dump. The way most people look at you,youd think a trashman was a monster.Say hello and they stare at you in surprise.They dont realize were human. One lady put ashes in her trashcan.I said we couldnt take them.She said,Who are you to say what goes?Youre nothing but a trashman.I told her,Listen,lady,Ive got an I.Q.of 137,and I graduated near the top of my high