“Hiroshima! Everybody off!” That must be what the man in the Japanese stationmaster's uniform shouted, as the fastest train in the world slipped to a stop in Hiroshima Station. I did not understand what he was saying. First of all, because he was shouting in Japanese. And secondly, because I had a lump in my throat and a lot of sad thoughts on my mind that had little to do with anything a Nippon railways official might say. The very act of stepping on this soil, in breathing this air of Hiroshima, was for me a far greater adventure than any trip or any reportorial assignment I'd previously taken. Was I not at the scene of the crime?The Japanese crowd did not appear to have the same preoccupations that I had. From the sidewalk outside the station, things seemed much the same as in other Japanese cities. Little girls and elderly ladies in kimonos rubbed shoulders with teenagers and women in western dress. Serious looking men spoke to one another as if they were oblivious of the crowds about them, and bobbed up and down re-heatedly in little bows, as they exchanged the ritual formula of gratitude and respect: "Tomo aligato gozayimas." Others were using little red telephones that hung on the facades of grocery stores and tobacco shops."Hi! Hi!" said the cab driver, whose door popped open at the very sight of a traveler. "Hi", or something that sounds very much like it, means "yes". "Can you take me to City Hall?" He grinned at me in the rear-view mirror and repeated "Hi!" "Hi! ’ We set off at top speed throug h the narrow streets of Hiroshima. The tall buildings of the martyred city flashed by as we lurched from side to side in response to the driver's sharp twists of the wheel.Just as I was beginning to find the ride long, the taxi screeched to a halt, and the driver got out and went over to a policeman to ask the way. As in Tokyo, taxi drivers in Hiroshima often know little of their city, but to avoid loss of face before foreigners, will not admit their ignorance, and will accept any destination without concern for how long it may take them to find it.At last this intermezzo came to an end, and I found myself in front of the gigantic City Hall. The usher bowed deeply and heaved a long, almost musical sigh, when I showed him the invitation which the mayor had sent me in response to my request for an interview. "That is not here, sir," he said in English. "The mayor expects you tonight for dinner with other foreigners or, the restaurant boat. See? This is where it is.” He sketched a little map for me on the back of my invitation.Thanks to his map, I was able to find a taxi driver who could take me straight to the canalembankment , where a sort of barge with a roof like one on a Japanese house was moored . The Japanese build their traditional houses on boats when land becomes too expensive. The rather arresting spectacle of little old Japan adrift adrift amid beige concrete skyscrapers is the very symbol of the incessant struggle between the kimono and the miniskirt.At the door to the restaurant, a stunning, porcelain-faced woman in traditional costume asked me to remove my shoes. This done, I entered one of the low-ceilinged rooms of the little floating house, treading cautiously on the soft matting and experiencing a twinge of embarrassment at the prospect of meeting the mayor of Hiroshima in my socks.He was a tall, thin man, sad-eyed and serious. Quite unexpectedly, the strange emotion which had overwhelmed me at the station returned, and I was again crushed by the thought that I now stood on the site of the first atomic bombardment, where thousands upon thousands of people had been slain in one second, where thousands upon thousands of others had lingered on to die in slow agony .The introductions were made. Most of the guests were Japanese, and it was difficult for me to ask them just why we were gathered here. The few Americans and Germans seemed just as inhibited as I was. "Gentlemen," said the mayor, "I am happy to welcome you to Hiroshima."Everyone bowed, including the Westerners. After three days in Japan, the spinal column becomes extraordinarily flexible."Gentlemen, it is a very great honor to have you her e in Hiroshima."There were fresh bows, and the faces grew more and more serious each time the name Hiroshima was repeated."Hiroshi ma, as you know, is a city familiar to everyone,” continued the mayor."Yes, yes, of course,” murmured the company, more and more agitated."Seldom has a city gained such world renown, and I am proud and happy to welcome you to Hiroshima, a town known throughout the world for its--- oysters".I was just about to make my little bow of assent, when the meaning of these last words sank in, jolting me out of my sad reverie ."Hiroshima –oysters? What about the bomb and the misery and humanity's most heinous crime?" While the mayor went on with his speech in praise of southern Japanese sea food, I cautiously backed away and headed toward the far side of the room, where a few men were talkingamong themselves and paying little attention to the mayor's speech. "You look puzzled," said a small Japanese man with very large eye-glasses."Well, I must confess that I did not expect a speech about oysters here. I thought that Hiroshima still felt the impact of the atomic impact .""No one talks about it any more, and no one wants to, especially, the people who were born here or who lived through it. "Do you feel the same way, too?""I was here, but I was not in the center of town. I tell you this because I am almost an old man. There are two different schools of thought in this city of oysters, one that would like to preserve traces of the bomb, and the other that would like to get rid of everything, even the monument that was erected at the point of impact. They would also like to demolish the atomic museum.""Why would they want to do that?""Because it hurts everybody, and because time marches on. That is why." The small Japanese man smiled, his eyes nearly closed behind their thick lenses. "If you write about this city, do not forget to say that it is the gayest city in Japan, even it many of the town's people still bear hidden wounds, and burns."Like any other, the hospital smelled of formaldehyde and ethere . Stretchers and wheelchairs lined the walls of endless corridors, and nurses walked by carrying Stretchers instruments, the very sight of which would send shivers down the spine of any healthy visitor. The so-called atomic section was located on the third floor. It consisted of 17 beds."I am a fisherman by trade. I have been here a very long time, more than twenty years, "said an old man in Japanese pajamas. “What is wrong with you?”"Something inside. I was in Hiroshima when it happened. I saw the fire ball. But I had no burns on my face or body. I ran all over the city looking for missing friends and relatives. I thought somehow I had been spared. But later my hair began to fall out, and my belly turned to water. I felt sick, and ever since then they have been testing and treating me. " The doctor at my side explained and commented upon the old man's story, "We still hare a handful of patients here who are being kept alive by constant car e. The other s died as a result of their injuries, or else committed suicide . ""Why did they commit suicide?""It is humiliating to survive in this city. If you bear any visible scars of atomic burns, your children will encounter prejudice on the par t of those who do not. No one will marry the daughter or the niece of an atomic bomb victim. People are afraid of genetic damage from the radiation." The old fisherman gazed at me politely and with interest.Hanging over the patient was a big ball made of bits of brightly colored paper, folded into the shape of tiny birds. "What's that?" I asked."Those are my lucky birds. Each day that I escape death, each day of suffering that helps to free me from earthly cares, I make a new little paper bird, and add it to the others. This way I look at them and congratulate myself of the good fortune that my illness has brought me. Because, thanks to it, I have the opportunity to improve my character."Once again, outside in the open air, I tore into little pieces a small notebook with questions that I'd prepared in advance for inter views with the patients of the atomic ward. Among them was the question: Do you really think that Hiroshima is the liveliest city in Japan? I never asked it. But I could read the answer in every eye.“广岛到了!大家请下车!”当世界上最快的高速列车减速驶进广岛车站并渐渐停稳时，那位身着日本火车站站长制服的男人口中喊出的一定是这样的话。
Lesson 2 Thirteen equals oneequal ['i:kwəl]v. 等于He equaled the world record.Nobody equals him in strength.Nobody matches him in strength.In English she has no equal in her class.be / stand head and shoulders above sb. be much better than others明显超过他人，鹤立鸡群5. In computer programming, Susan is head and shoulders above the rest of us. Answer: (A) Susan is much better than we are in this subject.Women demand equal pay for equal work.A is equal to Bequalityracial equalitysexual equalityWe wish to inform you that we specialize in garments for more than twenty years, and shall be pleased to establish business relations with you on the basis of equality and mutual benefits. raise [reɪz]v. 募集，筹措raiseone’s hand raise one’svoice raise one’s hatto sb. raise one’s glassto sb.raise the roofraise pigsHe has a big family to raise.We’re raising a fund for orphans.risearise arose arisenProblems arose.arousearouse one’s pity / anger …―You look happy today.―Yes. I got a raise.We pay two thousand Yuan monthly to start. It's our policy to hire on a trial basis. If you work out all right after three months you will be put on the permanent payroll and be given a raise.be always doing sth.He is always being late.People are always talking about the problems of youth.W: Mary is always complaining about her job.M: Maybe if you try typing letters every day, you'd see what it's like.Q: What does the man mean?Answer: A) The woman would understand if she did Mary's job.be forever doing sth.He is forever talking about the friendly people, the clean atmosphere, the closeness to nature and gentle pace of living.be constantly / continually doing sth.The boys are constantly / continually arguing.Your behavior reflects on me, and I can't do my job if you're constantly humiliating me. Constantly? Aside from today, give me one example.keep (on) doing sth.From the moment he arrived there, he kept on pestering his doctor to tell him when he would be able to go home.In the process, he enjoyed himself thoroughly and kept telling everybody how much he hated hospitals.do sth. all the timeW: I thought the doctor said you should stay off your foot until the swelling goes down.M: She did. It just makes me uncomfortable to ask my friends to wait on me all the time.What does the man mean?D) He doesn't like to bother people.Sam, mess up the kitchen (always)Sam is always messing up the kitchen.Bruce, leave his dirty dishes on the table (forever)Bruce is forever leaving his dirty dishes on the table.Peter, try to show me he’s smarter than me (constantly)Peter is constantly trying to show me he is smarter than me.Mary, borrow my clothes without asking me (continually)Mary is continually borrowing my clothes without asking me.Why, you, make the same mistakes (keep on doing)Why do you keep on making the same mistakes?Jane, forget to give me my phone messages (do sth. all the time)Jane forgets to give me my phone messages all the time.One would expect them to know their parts by heart and never have cause to falter.one … or anotherone cause or anotherHe is always asking me for money for one cause or another.Beginners will err at one time or another.Everyone can contribute to society in one way or another.one … after anotherone day after anotherencounter one difficulty after anotherachieve one success after anothermanage to do: 设法完成了某事As no pumas had been reported missing from any zoo in the country, this one must have been in the possession of a private collector and somehow managed to escape.fail to do: 没能完成某事When the journalist again failed to reply, the editor reluctantly published the article as it had originally been written.have sth. done 请某人做某事I'm going to have my hair cut this weekend.… people would rather pay large sums of money than have their life work destroyed by gangsters. King CharlesⅠhad his head cut off.The house had its window broken in the explosion.无灵主语/ 物称主语(inaminate subject)When reports came into London Zoo that a wild puma had been spotted forty-five miles south of London, they were not taken seriously.The sea bed was scoured with powerful nets and there was tremendous excitement on board when a chest was raised from the bottom.He lost his confidence.Confidence deserted him.I couldn't sleep that night.That night sleep eluded me.We only travelled half the distance at sunset.Sunset met us halfway.The past few years witnessed the great influx of foreigners to China, for travelling, studies or business.造句：我的小女儿总是抱怨(complain of) 各种各样的病，但她从未成功地得到允许(get permission) 呆在家里。
倒背如流新概念一上Unit2 Sorry，sir【Word】umbrella n. 伞please int. 请here adv. 这里my 我的ticket n. 票number n. 号码five num 五sorry adj 对不起的sir n. 先生cloakroom n. 衣帽间★here adv.这里地点副词：（在英语中，时间副词、地点副词的前面不能加介词）here 这里there 那儿home 家（副词，名词）★five num.五one，two，three，four，five，sir，seven，eight，nine，ten★sir n.先生①对不相识的男子、年长者或上级的尊称What can I do for you, sir? 先生，您要买什么？②sir通常用于正式信函开头的称呼：Dear Sir③Sir可用于有爵士称号者的名字或姓名前，但不用于姓氏前。
madam：女士，夫人Mr.：先生-----mister：加在男性的姓氏前面Mrs.：夫人（已婚的）----mistressMiss：小姐，一般用于指末婚女子，不过在不知道对方是否已婚时也可使用（两种发音：[mis] 已婚未婚均可；[miz]即不愿意被称为已婚，又不愿意被称为未婚）gentleman 绅士，对男性比较有礼貌的称呼，在公众场合最得体的称呼lady 女士ladies and gentlemenmale 男性female 女性man 男人woman 妇女【Text】My coat and my umbrella, please. Here is my ticket.Thank you, sir. Number five.Here's your umbrella and your coat.This is not my umbrella.Sorry sir. Is this your umbrella?No, it isn't.Is this it?Yes, it is.Thank you very much.【Useful Expressions】•1．My coat and my umbrella please.•请把我的大衣和伞拿给我,这是一个省略形式的祈使句，倒背如流新概念一上•完整的句子应为：Give me my coat and my umbrella, please.•口语中，在语境明确的情况下通常可省略,•如：(Show me your) Ticket, please. 请出示你的票。
