Unit One Love

Unit 1 LoveUseful InformationWhether it is a mother’s nurturing love for her child, a son’s loyal love for his father, the love between husband and wife, or the love between friends, love is a universal emotion that expresses itself in every culture. To love is to be human. To need love is also to be human. Children, for example, need loving care in order to be emotionally healthy.Love is a deep feeling of fondness, affection and friendship that grows between two people. Romantic love usually begins as passion and evolves with time to a more lasting sense of attachment. Many of the famous romantic love stories in various cultures end in the tragedies of death or betrayal. The loss of love is a favorite musical theme and the subject of countless stories, operas, songs, and ballads.The verb “like” is not as strong as the verb “love” and generally does not imply deep emotions. “Like” means to find pleasure or satisfaction in something or someone: I like eating at the restaurant; My son likes his teacher. In English, the word “love” is often used informally instead of “like” in an intensified sense: He loves music; Children love ice-cream; She loves her new job. However, “love” and “like” are not totally interchangeable. It is often the context that indica tes the strength of the word “love”. The verb “love” should not be used in the first person, when speaking to another person, except in romantic situations (I love you). When in doubt as to which verb to use, it is better to use “like” with an adverb: I li ke your dress a lot; I really like my professor; His boss liked his proposal immensely.Part One Preparation2. Can You Tell the Difference?Sample 1It’s true that motherly love is unconditional. I believe what I’ve got from my mother is the deepest love I’ve ever received. When I was at home, mother took good care of me and did what she could to meet my needs. For example, she remembered all my birthdays and bought nice birthday gifts for me, but she never celebrated hers. At home she woke me up in the morning after she had prepared breakfast. Sometimes she even combed my hair while I was having breakfast so that I could get to school on time. She treated my classmates kindly when they were with me. I know that’s because they were my good friends. Now I’m away from home, she calls me every two or three days asking about my college life and what she can do for me. It seems that my life is much more important than hers.As for fa therly love, I’m not sure if his love is conditional, but obviously it’s different from mother’s love. Father also loves me very much. He pays more attention to my education and what I’m going to be in future. He doesn’t care much about my daily life, but asks me to keep him informed of my study and progress. During my last year in high school, he was unusually patient with me. He encouraged me when I wasn’t doing well at school and helped me when I had difficulties. Father must have been a math wizard in his school days. He seemed to know all the solutions to my math problems and could point out my weaknesses. Following his instructions, I began to feel interested in math myself.Sample 2I think there’s something in his statements, although it’s hard for m e to identify whose love is fatherly and whose love is motherly in the case of my parents. Unlike most mothers in the world, my mother has been very strict with me. Maybe she thinks a boy should develop a strong, tough and persistent personality to be able to get around in this competitive world. She pays a lot of attention to my study and has been concerned with my progress. Although she didn’t receive higher education herself, she believes it is essential to me and hopes I can continue my study after I finish the undergraduateprogram. When I didn’t do well in school, mother would ask me to reflect on my failure and see how I could do better the next time. Mother would be very angry if I argued for my problem or covered any of my wrong doings. Several times when I was in my junior high school, I doubted that I was her biological son.On the other hand, my father has been very kind to me. He knows my needs and does his best to satisfy them. When mother criticized me, father would comfort me afterwards. When father had something good, he would ask me if I needed it. I still remember father bought me a lot of toys in my childhood, such as toy vehicles and robots. And he bought me a lot of books during my school years. Father even made a few of his business trips during my vacations so that he could take me with him to see the places. Now father always looks forward to my going back home before holidays. Each time he would offer me the nice things he has bought or received since I last saw him and feel very happy if I take any of them. I also enjoy his company very much, feeling secure and relaxed. That’s why I often think I have the best father in the world.3. Someone You Love MostSample 1I love my mother most, because she’s always very kind to me, unlike my father who will scold me or slap me if I make mistakes or if I am naughty. My mother is an ordinary-looking woman, but in my eyes she is very beautiful. She is very hard-working, and does almost all the housework. When I was working for the entrance examination, she was very thoughtful and never let me do any housework. When I didn’t do a good job in school, she would encourage me and hope I would do better next time. When I was hungry at night, she would fix a snack for me. She is a good cook, now it’s a pity that I am not able to have what she cooks because I am far away from home.Sample 2I spent my childhood with my grandfather because my parents were too busy to take care of me at that time. Now I often visit him, especially in holidays. He’s a very kind and knowledgeable person. He reads a lot and knows so much about the history of our country. Before I could read, he told me many interesting stories: stories about Monkey King, heroes in The Three Kingdoms and Water Margins, etc. When I was in the e lementary school, he began to buy books for me and that’s why reading is always my hobby.I believe I owe a great deal to my grandfather for my growth, physical and intellectual. He’s been taking good care of me and I often feel I’m lucky to have such a ki nd, thoughtful, intelligent and generous grandfather.Part Two Reading-Centered ActivitiesIn-Class ReadingI.Pre-Reading1. I feel pity towards those who are disabled. I wonder how they can manage in their daily life and whether they have a job. I feel lucky that I’m not disabled.2. Yes. My aunt is deaf and dumb. She has been like this since her childhood. My grandmother said that she became deaf because of taking the wrong medicine. She is now more than seventy years old and she has never been married. She was very kind to me. In fact it was she who brought me up. She often felt it was unfair because she couldn’t hear. But she is very intelligent, and she is good at sewing. She sometimes kidded me with gestures that she wanted to cut off her ears becaus e they didn’t work.II. Passage ReadingNotes:1. There are five districts in N.Y. They are also called five boroughs. They are: Manhattan, Brooklyn, the Bronx, Queens, and Staten Island. Central Park and Harlem are both located in Manhattan. Brooklyn is located just across the river from Manhattan.2. The subway station uses tokens and they cost about 50 cents each.3. Baseball is an outdoor game between two teams of nine players, in which players try to get points by hitting a ball and running around four bases. It is one of the most popular games in the United States.Words, Phrases and Grammatical Points1. …I was embarrassed to be seen with my father(l.1)This can be paraphrased as “I was embarrassed when the others saw me together with my father”.2. despite (l.9)e.g. Despite all our efforts to save the school, the County decided to close it.She went to Spain despite the fact that the doctor had told her to rest.同义词组：in spite ofe.g. We went out in spite of the rain.Kelly loved her husband in spite of the fact that he drank too much.3. ice-free 类似的词有：a salt-free diet, a trouble-free journey, duty-free, rent-free 等(l.14)4. …nor did he show any envy of the more fortunate or able. (l.20)这是一句用“nor”引导的倒装句。

Part tweListening1Love story*Where do I begin to tell the story of how great love can be,The sweet love story that is older than the sea,The simple truth about the love she brings to me?Where do I start?With her first hello, she gave a meaning to this empty world of mine.There'll never be another love another time.She came into my life and made the living fine.She fills my heart, she fills my heart,With very special things, with angel's songs, with wild imaginings.She fills my soul with so much love,That anywhere I go, I'm never lonelyWith her along, who could be lonely?I reach for her hand, it's always there.(Repeat the part marked with “*”.)How long does it last?Can love be measured by the hours in a day?I have no answers now but this much I can say.I know I need her till the stars all burn away,And she'll be there.Listening2Traditionally the heart is the part of the body where emotions come from. If you are a warm-hearted person, for example, you are kind and thoughtful towards others. If you have a heart of gold, you are a very generous person. But if you are heartless, you are cruel and unfeeling.Of all the emotions, it is love that is the most associated with the heart. In love songs, all over the world, love almost always goes together with the heart. As the song from Titanic says, “You are here in my heart and my heart will go on and on. Love can touch us one time and last for a lifetime, and never let go till we're gone.” Perhaps the role of the heart in love comes from what happens to it when you feel really attracted to someone. The strong feelings of attraction make your breathing speed up and your heart beat faster.Listening3In past generations, the challenge of dating was different. Men and women wanted a partner who could fulfill their basic needs for security and survival. Women lookedfor a strong man who would be a good bread-winner; men searched for a nurturing woman to make a home. This practice that worked for thousands of years has suddenly changed.The new challenge of dating is to find a partner who not only will be supportive of our physical needs for survival and security but will support our emotional and spiritual needs. Today we want more from our relationships. Millions of men and women around the world are searching for a soul mate to experience lasting love, happiness, and romance.It is no longer enough to just find someone who is willing to marry us, and we want partners who will love us more as they get to know us: We want to live happily ever after. To find and recognize partners who can fulfill our new needs for increased closeness, good communication, and a great love life, we need to update our dating skills.Part threePractice oneA Mother's LoveYou can see it in her eyes— in her gaze and in her sighs. It is a mother's love.You can feel it in her touch— in her tender hugs and such. It is a mother's love. You can hear it in her words—in her praises and bywords.It is a mother's love.She cares. She understands.She lends an ear and holds our hands. She gives us a mother's love.Practive twoTalk to kidsMy son's primary school celebrates Valentine's Day in a wonderful way. Each day throughout the month of February, the school honors each student in informalceremonies. At the ceremony, classmates, teachers and parents get together todeliver compliments to that particular child. They believe that a child's emotionaland social skills should be developed alongside their intellectual skills. Learning to acknowledge qualities and strengths in others—and receiving that acknowledgment gracefully—is a very important learning lesson.I know I compliment my son frequently, and certainly try to make sure he knows heis loved. But I realize that I have never actually pointed out, one by one, specificqualities that make him unique and so special to me. And how infrequently we reallypoint out what is special in others. Sure, we say “I love you” or “thanks” regularly,but when do we take the opportunity to really and truly examine what makes aperson special? What is unique and different about them?This year, the time was scheduled for my son to receive more than 40 complimentsfrom his peers, teachers, parents, and himself. Each child had their day at the centerof the circle, their friends coming up one by one to give a gift of powerful words.This year, my son heard that his thoughtfulness was appreciated, his ideasimportant, his expressions inspiring. He was also expected to write and deliver a compliment to each of his classmates.Practice threeTalk to kidsIn the end, I had to ask my husband to read my Valentine compliment to our son. Iwas simply crying too hard to get the words out. Witnessing the tenderness ofschool-age children saying what they thought was special about my little boyproved too much for me. But I was not alone. When I warned my son I might getemotional, he said, “That's OK. Lots of parents cry.” He was right.This is what my husband read to our son on my behalf:Dear Cole:Your love of language and information has always amazed me. I love learning fromyou and with you. I admire how new words are so easily incorporated into yourvocabulary. I think you are fresh and eager and loving.I admire that relationships are important to you. I like to listen to the connectionsyou make with past experiences. I think you are good at remembering.I love how you are proud of yourself when you try something new. I feel proud, too.I like how your whole body tells a story, and your expressions make me feel good.I am proud of your willingness to express your fears and appreciate the reminderthat you will grow at the pace that suits you best. I love your jokes and yourfondness for telling them over and over—so I will laugh. I think you are fun to bewith.I love that you are my son.I am really grateful to this school for creating a learning environment. Theseexercises benefit the parents as well as the kids. That, to me, is a Valentine worthgiving.Practice fourMy familyI grew up in a family with six sisters. In my lifetime I have seen all of them abusedby various men in their lives. Even my mother has the scars from two unsuccessfulmarriages.When I was a teenager, my mother shared some insights into all of their failedrelationships. She explained that they really weren't expecting to be treated asqueens, but they did desire two things from the men in their lives: to be toldfrequently that they are loved and to be shown often that they are special. It was atthat point that I decided I would be the sort of husband my mom and sisters haddreamed of but never had.When I was dating my wife-to-be I remembered those two points my mothershared with me years earlier. I admit that I struggled trying to be able to express mylove in words and in action. For most men, it isn't natural for us to be romantics. Butthen again, it isn't natural for us to be millionaires or sports superstars. It does takeeffort, practice and diligence. But the rewards are there.Now we've been married for nine years. I really, truly, deeply love my wife and lether know it every day by what I say and what I do. Our friends and family membersall admire us and want to know our secret.Part fourSection 1Good old daysLife was very different in the 1950s than it is today. Divorce was not common. Husbands went out to work to support the whole family. Most women didn't workand depended on their husbands' incomes for living. Children didn't come homeafter school to an empty house as many do today. Families did more things together.One of the favorite family pastimes was a drive in the country. Gas was cheap.People had big cars, and the whole family could ride comfortably. Before TVbecame popular, people talked to each other more. Children didn't have as manytoys, and they played more games together. On Saturdays the neighborhoodtheaters had special movies for children. The shows cost only 25 cents. People stayed at one job for most of their lives. They didn't change jobs every yearlike they do today. They also lived in the same house for a long time. They didn'tmove as much.Services were better in the 1950s. Doctors often came to a sick person's house, especially if you were “sick in bed”. Milkmen delivered fresh dairy products daily to homes. There were no self-service gas stations, and attendants used to wash yourcar windows and check your oil free of charge.Scetion 2East Meets West and Loves ItHisham and I will have been married for twenty years this February. Everybodysaid it would not work. He is Jordanian, Muslim, and I am Italian, Catholic. We met in Florida twenty-two years ago. What we had in common was nothing except youth.He could barely speak the English language, and I thought Arabs were from India. Within a year I found out where J ordan was exactly and he could say “I love you” in broken English.When we got married people actually placed bets at our small wedding in myfamily's dining room. They thought our relationship would not last a year. Hishamdid not tell his parents he was married for almost five years. He felt that if he failedat school his family would blame the marriage. Of course everybody, from Arabs to Americans, thought he married me to get a green card. I knew he didn't.I lived in his country for six years after graduation and had a son there. Through Hisham's eyes I saw the beauty of his culture and religion and the simple ways of his people. Being from New York and living in Amman, Jordan, I still had my Christmastree each year, my Easter eggs and even a Halloween pumpkin in the window. I alsotook some of their ways—cooking, methods of mothering, socializing—and it enhanced my own character in the long run.Throughout the years, I was not the Italian girl from New York, not the Americanmarried to the Arab; I was a beautiful blended person with two children and a manwho loves me.Section IIILove Y ou and Love Y our WeaknessA man had two large pots for carrying water. One pot had a crack in it, while theother was perfect. At the end of the long walk from the stream to his house, thecracked pot arrived only half full. For two years the man had been delivering onlyone and a half pots full of water everyday to his house. Of course, the perfect potwas proud of itself. And the cracked pot felt ashamed and miserable because it wasable to do only half of the work. After two years of failure, it spoke to the man oneday.“I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you. I have been able to deliveronly half my load because of this crack in my side,” t he pot said. The man felt sorry for it and said, “As we return to the house, I want you to look at the beautiful flowersalong the path.” Indeed, as they went up the hill, the cracked pot saw the sunwarming the beautiful flowers on the side of the path. But it still felt bad becausehalf of the water had run away, and again it apologized.Then the man said to the pot, “Did you see that there were flowers only on yourside of the path, but not on the other pot's side? That's because I have alwaysknown about you and planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every dayyou've watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowersto decorate the house. Without you, the house would not look so beautiful.”。

Unit 1 Love of readingText A One Writer's Beginnings1 I learned from the age of two or three that any room in our house, at any time of day, was there to read in, or to be read to. My mother read to me. She'd read to me in the big bedroom in the mornings, when we were in her rocker together, which ticked in rhythm as we rocked, as though we had a cricket accompanying the story. She'd read to me in the dining room on winter afternoons in front of the coal fire, with our cuckoo clock ending the story with "Cuckoo", and at night when I'd got in my own bed. I must have given her no peace. Sometimes she read to me in the kitchen while she sat churning, and the churning sobbed along with any story. It was my ambition to have her read to me while I churned; once she granted my wish, but she read off my story before I brought her butter. She was an expressive reader. When she was reading "Puss in Boots," for instance, it was impossible not to know that she distrusted all cats.2 It had been startling and disappointing to me to find out that story books had been written by people, that books were not natural wonders, coming up of themselves like grass. Yet regardless of where they came from, I cannot remember a time when I was not in love with them —with the books themselves, cover and binding and the paper they were printed on, with their smell and their weight and with their possession in my arms, captured and carried off to myself. Still illiterate, I was ready for them, committed to all the reading I could give them.3 Neither of my parents had come from homes that could afford to buy many books, but though it must have been something of a strain on his salary, as the youngest officer in a young insurance company, my father was all the while carefully selecting and ordering away for what he and Mother thought we children should grow up with. They bought first for the future .4 Besides the bookcase in the living room, which was always called "the library", there were the encyclopedia tables and dictionary stand under windows in our dining room. Here to help us grow up arguing around the dining room table were the Unabridged Webster, the Columbia Encyclopedia, Compton's Pictured Encyclopedia, the Lincoln Library of Information, and later the Book of Knowledge. In "the library", inside the bookcase were books I could soon begin on —and I did, reading them all alike and as they came, straight down their rows, top shelf to bottom. My mother read secondarily for information; she sank as a hedonist into novels. She read Dickens in the spirit in which she would have eloped with him. The novels of her girlhood that had stayed on in her imagination, besides those of Dickens and Scott and Robert Louis Stevenson, wereJane Eyre, Trilby, The Woman in White, Green Mansions, King Solomon's Mines.5 To both my parents I owe my early acquaintance with a beloved Mark Twain. There was a full set of Mark Twain and a short set of Ring Lardner in our bookcase, and those were the volumes that in time united us all, parents and children.6 Reading everything that stood before me was how I came upon a worn old book that had belonged to my father as a child. It was called Sanford and Merton. Is there anyone left who recognizes it, I wonder? It is the famous moral tale written by Thomas Day in the 1780s, but of him no mention is made on the title page of this book; here it is Sanford and Merton in Words of One Syllable by Mary Godolphin. Here are the rich boy and the poor boy and Mr. Barlow, their teacher and interlocutor, in long discourses alternating with dramatic scenes —anger and rescue allotted to the rich and the poor respectively. It ends with not one but two morals, both engraved on rings: "Do what you ought, come what may," and "If we would be great, we must first learn to be good."7 This book was lacking its front cover, the back held on by strips of pasted paper, now turned golden, in several layers, and the pages stained, flecked, and tattered around the edges; its garish illustrations had come unattached but were preserved, laid in. I had the feeling even in my heedless childhood that this was the only book my father as a little boy had had of his own. He had held onto it, and might have gone to sleep on its coverless face: he had lost his mother when he was seven. My father had never made any mention to his own children of the book, but he had brought it along with him from Ohio to our house and shelved it in our bookcase.8 My mother had brought from West Virginia that set of Dickens: those books looked sad, too — they had been through fire and water before I was born, she told me, and there they were, lined up — as I later realized, waiting for me.9 I was presented, from as early as I can remember, with books of my own, which appeared on my birthday and Christmas morning. Indeed, my parents could not give me books enough. They must have sacrificed to give me on my sixth or seventh birthday — it was after I became a reader for myself-the ten-volume set of Our Wonder World. These were beautifully made, heavy books I would lie down with on the floor in front of the dining room hearth, and more often than the rest volume 5, Every Child's Story Book, was under my eyes. There were the fairy tales —Grimm, Andersen, the English, the French, "Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves"; and there was Aesop and Reynard the Fox; there were the myths and legends, Robin Hood, King Arthur, and St. George and the Dragon, even the history of Joan of Arc; a whack of Pilgrim's Progress and a long piece of Gulliver. They all carried their classic illustrations. I located myself in these pages andcould go straight to the stories and pictures I loved; very often "The Yellow Dwarf" was first choice, with Walter Crane's Yellow Dwarf in full color making his terrifying appearance flanked by turkeys. Now that volume is as worn and backless and hanging apart as my father's poor Sanford and Merton. One measure of my love for Our Wonder World was that for a long time I wondered if I would go through fire and water for it as my mother had done for Charles Dickens; and the only comfort was to think I could ask my mother to do it for me.10 I believe I'm the only child I know of who grew up with this treasure in the house.I used to ask others, "Did you have Our Wonder World?" I'd have to tell them The Book of Knowledge could not hold a candle to it.11 I live in gratitude to my parents for initiating me —as early as I begged for it, without keeping me waiting — into knowledge of the word, into reading and spelling, by way of the alphabet. They taught it to me at home in time for me to begin to read before starting to school.12 Ever since I was first read to, then started reading to myself, there has never beena line read that I didn't hear. As my eyes followed the sentence, a voice was saying it silently to me. It isn't my mother's voice, or the voice of any person I can identify, certainly not my own. It is human, but inward, and it is inwardly that I listen to it. It is to me the voice of the story or the poem itself. The cadence, whatever it is that asks you to believe, the feeling that resides in the printed word, reaches me through the reader-voice: I have supposed, but never found out, that this is the case with all readers — to read as listeners — and with all writers, to write as listeners. It may be part of the desire to write. The sound of what falls on the page begins the process of testing it for truth , for me. Whether I am right to trust so far I don't know. By now I don't know whether I could do either one, reading or writing, without the other.13 My own words, when I am at work on a story, I hear too as they go, in the same voice that I hear when I read in books. When I write and the sound of it comes back to my ears, then I act to make my changes. I have always trusted this voice.作家起步时我从两三岁起就知道，家中随便在哪个房间里，白天无论在什么时间，都可以念书或听人念书。

新编大学英语（第三版）视听说第二册答案+原文Unit One LovePart 1 Listening, Understanding and SpeakingListening IExercise 1 1)gaze 2)sighs 3)touch 4)hugs 5)such 6)words 7)praises 8)understands 9)lends 10)holdsScripts:A Mother's LoveYou can see it in her eyes—in her gaze and in her sighs.It is a mother's love.You can feel it in her touch—in her tender hugs and such.It is a mother's love.You can hear it in her words—in her praises and bywords.It is a mother's love.She cares. She understands.She lends an ear and holds our hands.She gives us a mother's love.Listening IIExercise 1 1)B 2)B 3)A 4)D 5)CExercise 2a lot of garbage; came up all over the city; raw sewage and it smelled; became suburban sprawl with very little planning; the NRDC; Board of Trustees; New England; join the cause of protecting the environmentScripts:For more than four decades, John Adams has fought to defend the environment and empowered individuals in the U.S. and around the world to join the cause. Adams is cofounder of the National Resources Defense Council, the NRDC, the nation’s first law firm for the environment.“Defending the environment,” John Adams says, “is personal.”“When you care about something, like the environment, it does become a passion,” he says. “It becomes your life. I grew up on a small-town farm in the Catskill Mountains of New York. It was a wonderful place to grow up. I loved it.”But by the 1960s, he didn’t love what he saw happening to the environment.“We were a major industrial force with no pollution controls. So if you were in Pittsburgh or New York or the factory areas of New Jersey or California, you would be hit with air pollution that had virtually no pollution controls,” says Adams. “In New York, we burned a lot of our garbage right in the buildings. Fly ash would come up and it was really all over the city. The Hudson River was filled with raw sewage and it smelled because there were no requirements for sewage control.”He also worried about the disappearing farmland around the big cities which became suburban sprawl with very little planning.Adams turned his love for nature into action, leaving his job with the U.S. Attorney’s Office in New York in 1970 to help establish the Natural Resources Defense Council. The 33-year-old lawyer became its first director.In their new book, A Force for Nature, John Adams and his wife, Patricia, also an environmental activist, chronicle the evolution of the NRDC from a homegrown advocacy group to a 1.3-million-member organization with international reach.Adams led the NRDC for 36 years, and remains on its Board of Trustees. Today, he is chairman of the Open Space Institute, working to purchase scenic and natural land in New England to protect it from development.Exercise 1 DExercise 2 1)unsuccessful marriages 2)failed relationships 3)dreamed of 4)words; action 5)men; naturalScripts:I grew up in a family with six sisters. In my lifetime I have seen all of them abused by various men in their lives. Even my mother has the scars from two unsuccessful marriages.When I was a teenager, my mother shared some insights into all of their failed relationships. She explained that they really weren't expecting to be treated as queens, but they did desire two things from the men in their lives: to be told frequently that they are loved and to be shown often that they are special. It was at that point that I decided I would be the sort of husband my mom and sisters had dreamed of but never had.When I was dating my wife-to-be I remembered those two points my mother shared with me years earlier. I admit that I struggled trying to be able to express my love in words and in action. For most men, it isn't natural for us to be romantics. But then again, it isn't natural for us to be millionaires or sports superstars. It does take effort, practice and diligence. But the rewards are there.Now we've been married for nine years. I really, truly, deeply love my wife and let her know it every day by what I say and what I do. Our friends and family members all admire us and want to know our secret.Exercise 1 BExercise 21)the challenge of dating 2)security and survival 3)a good breadwinner 4)a nurturing woman 5)practice 6)supportive of 7)emotional and spiritual needs 8)a soul mate 9)no longer enough 10)increased closenessScripts:In past generations, the challenge of dating was different. Men and women wanted a partner who could fulfill their basic needs for security and survival. Women looked for a strong man who would be a good bread-winner; men searched for a nurturing woman to make a home. This practice that worked for thousands of years has suddenly changed.The new challenge of dating is to find a partner who not only will be supportive of our physical needs for survival and security but will support our emotional and spiritual needs. Today we want more from our relationships. Millions of men and women around the world are searching for a soul mate to experience lasting love, happiness, and romance.It is no longer enough to just find someone who is willing to marry us, and we want partners who will love us more as they get to know us: We want to live happily ever after. To find and recognize partners who can fulfill our new needs for increased closeness, good communication, and a great love life, we need to update our dating skills.Part 2 Viewing, Understanding and SpeakingExercise 1 1)A 2)A 3)D 4)C 5)C 6)C 7)B 8)DExercise 2 1)football; basketball; baseball 2)steady boyfriend 3)guess; realized 4)broke up5)in a group 6)save up 7)here comes 8)happened to 9)not; at all 10)except forPart 3 Video Appreciation and Singing for FunExercise 11)happened 2)talking 3)girls 4)next 5)date 6)romance 7)a thousand 8)end 9)went out 10)point Exercise 21)She feels it inappropriate and awkward to meet her boyfriend’s family when she looks so dirty and clumsy.2)Very surprised. At first she cannot believe he lives here.3)His father owned a brake shop.4)His father actually owns hundreds of brake shops.5)She comes back early.Part 4 Further ListeningListening I 1)T 2)F 3)T 4)T 5)F 6)T 7)T 8)FScripts:My son's primary school celebrates Valentine's Day in a wonderful way. Each day throughout the month of February, the school honors each student in informal ceremonies. At the ceremony, classmates, teachers and parents get together to deliver compliments to thatparticular child. They believe that a child's emotional and social skills should be developed alongside their intellectual skills. Learning to acknowledge qualities and strengths in others—and receiving that acknowledgment gracefully—is a very important learning lesson.I know I compliment my son frequently, and certainly try to make sure he knows he is loved. But I realize that I have never actually pointed out, one by one, specific qualities that make him unique and so special to me. And how infrequently we really point out what is special in others. Sure, we say “I love you” or “thanks” regularly, but when do we take the opportunity to really and truly examine what makes a person special? What is unique and different about them? This year, the time was scheduled for my son to receive more than 40 compliments from his peers, teachers, parents, and himself. Each child had their day at the center of the circle, their friends coming up one by one to give a gift of powerful words. This year, my son heard that his thoughtfulness was appreciated, his ideas important, his expressions inspiring. He was also expected to write and deliver a compliment to each of his classmates.Listening II1)learning 2)admire 3)vocabulary 4)loving 5)relationships 6)connections 7)experiences 8)remembering 9)proud 10)try 11)body 12)expressions 13)willingness 14)fears 15)pace 16)best 17)jokes 18)fondness 19)laugh 20)withScripts:In the end, I had to ask my husband to read my Valentine compliment to our son. I was simply crying too hard to get the words out. Witnessing the tenderness of school-age children sayingwhat they thought was special about my little boy proved too much for me. But I was not alone. When I warned my son I might get emotional, he said, “That's OK. Lots of parents cry.” He was right.This is what my husband read to our son on my behalf:Dear Cole:Your love of language and information has always amazed me. I love learning from you and with you. I admire how new words are so easily incorporated into your vocabulary. I think you are fresh and eager and loving.I admire that relationships are important to you. I like to listen to the connections you make with past experiences. I think you are good at remembering.I love how you are proud of yourself when you try something new. I feel proud, too.I like how your whole body tells a story, and your expressions make me feel good. I am proud of your willingness to express your fears and appreciate the reminder that you will grow at the pace that suits you best. I love your jokes and your fondness for telling them over and over—so I will laugh. I think you are fun to be with.I love that you are my son.I am really grateful to this school for creating a learning environment. These exercises benefit the parents as well as the kids. That, to me, is a Valentine worth giving.Listening III1)C 2)B 3)A 4)B 5)D 6)B 7)CScripts:Hisham and I will have been married for twenty years this February. Everybody said it would not work. He is Jordanian, Muslim, and I am Italian, Catholic. We met in Florida twenty-two years ago. What we had in common was nothing except youth. He could barely speak the English language, and I thought Arabs were from India. Within a year I found out where Jordan was exactly and he could say “I love you” in broken English.When we got married people actually placed bets at our small wedding in my family's dining room. They thought our relationship would not last a year. Hisham did not tell his parents he was married for almost five years. He felt that if he failed at school his family would blame the marriage. Of course everybody, from Arabs to Americans, thought he married me to get a green card. I knew he didn't.I lived in his country for six years after graduation and had a son there. Through Hisham's eyes I saw the beauty of his culture and religion and the simple ways of his people. Being from New York and living in Amman, Jordan, I still had my Christmas tree each year, my Easter eggs and even a Halloween pumpkin in the window. I also took some of their ways—cooking, methods of mothering, socializing—and it enhanced my own character in the long run. Throughout the years, I was not the Italian girl from New York, not the American married to the Arab; I was a beautiful blended person with two children and a man who loves me.Listening IV1)kind 2)gold 3)heartless 4)love 5)songs 6)says 7)touch 8)lifetime 9)gone 10)happens 11)feelings 12)speedScripts:Traditionally the heart is the part of the body where emotions come from. If you are a warm-hearted person, for example, you are kind and thoughtful towards others. If you have a heart of gold, you are a very generous person. But if you are heartless, you are cruel and unfeeling.Of all the emotions, it is love that is the most associated with the heart. In love songs, all over the world, love almost always goes together with the heart. As the song from Titanic says, “You are here in my heart and my heart will go on and on. Love can touch us one time and last for a lifetime, and never let go till we're gone.”Perhaps the role of the heart in love comes from what happens to it when you feel really attracted to someone. The strong feelings of attraction make your breathing speed up and your heart beat faster.。

Unit 1 LoveA Good Heart to Lean OnAugustus J. BullockMore than I realized, Dad has helped me keep my balance.[1] When I was growing up, I was embarrassed to be seen with my father. He was severely crippled and very short, and when we would walk together, his hand on my arm for balance, people would stare. I would be ashamed of the unwanted attention. If he ever noticed or was bothered, he never let on.[2] It was difficult to coordinate our steps—his halting, mine impatient—and because of that, we did n't say much as we went along. But as we started out, he always said, “You set the pace. I will try to adjust to you. ”[3] Our usual walk was to or from the subway, which was how he got to work. He went to work sick, and despite nasty weather. He almost never missed a day, and would make it to the office even if others could not. It was a matter of pride for him.[4] When snow or ice was on the ground, it was impossible for him to walk, even with help. At such times my sisters or I would pull him through the streets of Brooklyn , N.Y. , on a child's sleigh to the subway entrance. Once there, he would cling to the handrail until he reached the lower steps that the warmer tunnel air kept ice-free. In Manhattan the subway station was the basement of his office building, and he would not have to go outside again until we met him in Brooklyn on his way home.[5] When I think of it now, I marvel at how much courage it must have taken for a grown man to subject himself to such indignity and stress. And I marvel at how he did it—without bitterness or complaint.[6] He never talked about himself as an object of pity, nor did he show any envy of the more fortunate or able. What he looked for in others was a “good heart”, and if he found one, the owner was good enough for him.[7] Now that I am older, I believe that is a proper standard by which to judge people, even though I still don't know precisely what a “good heart” is. But I know the times I don't have one myself.[8] Unable to engage in many activities, my father still tried to participate in some way. When a local baseball team found itself without a manager, he kept it going. He was a knowledgeable baseball fan and often took me to Ebbets Field to see the Brooklyn Dodgers play. He liked to go to dances and parties, where he could have a good time just sitting and watching.[9] On one memorable occasion a fight broke out at a beach party, with everyone punching and shoving. He wasn't content to sit and watch, but he couldn't stand unaided on the soft sand. In frustration he began to shout, “I'll fight anyone who will sit down with me! I'll fight anyone who will sit down with me! ”[10] Nobody did. But the next day people kidded him by saying it was the first time any fighter was urged to take a dive even before the bout began.[11] I now know he participated in some things vicariously through me, his only son. When I played ball (poorly), he “played” too. When I joined the Navy, he “joined” too. And when I came home on leave, he saw to it that I visited his office. Introducing me, he was really saying, “This is my son, but it is also me, and I could have done this, too, if things had been different. ” Those words were never said aloud.[12] He has been gone many years now, but I think of him often. I wonder if he sensed my reluctance to be seen with him during our walks. If he did, I am sorry I never told him how sorry I was, how unworthy I was, how I regretted it. I think of him when I complain about trifles, when I am envious of another's good fortune, when I don't have a “good heart”.[13] At such times I put my hand on his arm to regain my balance, and say, “You set the pace. I will try to adjust to you.”善良之心，久久相依当时我没有意识到，是爸爸帮我保持平衡奥古斯塔斯• J •布洛克1 随着我渐渐长大，当别人看见我和爸爸在一起，我会觉得很尴尬。

Love and logic: The story of fallacy爱情与逻辑：谬误的故事I had my first date with Polly after I made the trade with my roommate Rob. That year every guy on campus had a leather jacket, and Rob couldn't stand the idea of being the only football player who didn't, so he made a pact that he'd give me his girl in exchange for my jacket. He wasn't the brightest guy. Polly wasn't too shrewd, either.在我和室友罗伯的交易成功之后，我和波莉有了第一次约会。

那一年校园里每个人都有件皮夹克，而罗伯是校足球队员中唯一一个没有皮夹克的，他一想到这个就受不了，于是他和我达成了一项协议，用他的女友换取我的夹克。

他可不那么聪明，而他的女友波莉也不太精明。

But she was pretty, well-off, didn't dye her hair strange colors or wear too much makeup. She had the right background to be the girlfriend of a dogged, brilliant lawyer. If I could show the elite law firms I applied to that I had a radiant, well-spoken counterpart by my side, I just might edge past the competition.但她漂亮而且富有，也没有把头发染成奇怪的颜色或是化很浓的妆。