But to a little boy right after World War II ,a father seemed a god with strange strengths and uncanny[离奇的] powers enabling him to do and know things that no mortal could do or know. Amazing things, like putting a bicycle chain back on, just like that. Or building a hamster[仓鼠] cage.Or guiding a jigsaw[拼板玩具] so it forms the letter F;I learned the alphabet[字母表] that way in those pre-television days.
然而,对于一个生活在二战刚刚结束时期的小男孩来说,父亲就像神,他拥有神奇的力量和神秘的能力,他无所不能,无所不知。那些奇妙的事儿有上自行车链条,或是建一个仓鼠笼子,或是教我玩拼图玩具,拼出个字母“F来。在那个电视机还未诞生的年代,我便是通过这种方法学会了字母表的。
There were, of course, rules to learn. First came the handshake. None of those fishy[冷冰冰的] little finger grips, but a good firm squeeze accompanied by an equally strong gaze into the other‘s eyes. “ The first thing anyone knows about you is your handshake, he would say. And we‘d practice it each night on his return from work, the serious toddler in the battered[用旧了的] Cleveland Indian‘s cap running up to the giant father to shake hands again and again until it was firm enough.
当然,还得学些做人的道理。首先是握手。这可不是指那种冷冰冰的手指相握,而是一种非常坚定有力的紧握,同时同样坚定有力地注视对方的眼睛。老爸常说:“人们认识你首先是通过同你握手。每晚他下班回家时,我们便练习握手。年幼的我,戴着顶破克利夫兰印第安帽,一本正经地跌跌撞撞地跑向巨人般的父亲,开始我们的握手。一次又一次,直到握得坚定,有力。
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