The film classic The Last Picture Show was the last movie shown in the old theater. Though the movie is 30 years old, most of the 250 seats were filled with teary-eyed audience wanting to say good-bye to the old building. Theater owner Ed Bradford said he chose the movie because it seemed appropriate. The movie is set in a small town where the only movie theater is preparing to close down.

I always walk to my husband’s office after work, wait for him and then we drive home together every day.

    One day, while I was waiting for him, a beautiful Cadillac（凯迪拉克轿车）  (1)   near me. I was busy   (2)   the car when I noticed the driver.   (3)  , she was probably the most   (4)   woman I had ever seen outside of a movie screen. Her eyes were as blue as the sea, and she had teeth like pearls. Minutes later, a man walked over and they drove off. Sitting there, dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, I wanted to   (5)  . “Why is it so   (6)   that some people have it all?” I thought.

The next week I saw her again, and after that it almost became my   (7)   to see her. I would   (8)   if she and her husband ate out a lot and where they went. I wanted her to get out of the car so that I could see her in   (9)   length.

A few weeks later, this question was   (10)   for me. I was waiting at my usual spot and the lady’s husband came over to their car. He opened the door. The pretty woman   (11)   walked around to the passenger side—leaning on a walking cane. She   (12)   one leg with her hands and then the other. She had an artificial limb（假肢）on her left leg and a brace on her right one.

As they drove away, I began to cry. When my husband arrived, I told him about what had   (13)  . He said that he knew her husband and that, when the lady was twelve years old, she had been   (14)   in a car that got stuck on the railroad tracks. Unfortunately, both her parents were killed. The rail company made a large   (15)   with her because the crossing had no   (16)  . That’s   (17)   she owns such a nice car now.

    For weeks I have   (18)   this woman and her way of life, but now I realize how   (19)   I am. When you meet a person who seems to be much better off than you, don’t be fooled by   (20)  .

For years I have been asked by several people how and why I came to translate a novel by Virginia Woolf in 1945. I graduated from the University of Ankara in 1941 and my four teachers, including Orphan Burian, are members of the Translation Bureau who prepared a list of works to be translated into Turkish and set themselves to translating some of these, besides shouldering the heavy work of correcting or editing the translations submitted to the Bureau. Orphan Burian, now mostly known for his translations of Shakespeare, had started to translate To the Lighthouse for the Translation Bureau, but at the same time he wanted to do something from Shakespeare. So he transferred it to me.

For me, To the Lighthouse was love at first sight or rather at first reading. To translate a book, I first read it from the beginning to the end. Then I started writing each sentence by hand. When I finished the whole book I read my translation from the beginning to the end, checking it with the original, and making corrections. Then I typed it, and read the typed copy, making changes again. All in all that added up to five readings. I started translating the novel in 1943 and submitted it to the Bureau in 1944. It was published in 1945 under the general title of “New English Literature” in the series called “Translations from World Literature” known as the “Classical Series”.

So, the first book by Virginia Woolf in Turkish appeared in 1945, and it was To the Lighthouse. This was eighteen years after its publication in England in 1927. To me the book itself was pure poetry; I read it as if in a dream. Not trying to dive very deeply into it, I sort of swam on it or over it. Now, years later, I swim in it. Even after so many years, in each reading I become conscious of new layers of which I haven’t been aware before. It keeps pace with my experiences in life as years go by, and each reading is a new reading for me.

In 1982 and again in 1989 I revised it for two new editions and I again did it sentence by sentence checking it with the original. In those years I had thought it was necessary to revise my translations every ten years, but now I think I must do it every three or four years. In a country like Turkey, where we work very hard to clear our language from old and new foreign words, we should try to be up to date as to the words we are using, and of the same importance are the studies being made on the methods or techniques of translation, and new approaches in translation.

While translating, I usually have both the writer and the reader in mind. The novels she wrote after 1920 were especially new for most of the readers. She usually uses very short sentences, followed by rather long ones. I remember sentences of more than ten lines which weren’t easy for me to translate as they were. And in Turkish our having only one word, the word “O”, for “he”, “she”, “it” in English, made me repeat the names of the characters more often than Woolf did. And I changed some long indirect sentences in the original into direct sentences in my translation, thinking it would make an easier reading in Turkish.

When translating, I make use of all kinds of dictionaries. A difficult English word for me is the word “vision”. In To the Lighthouse, the artist Lily Briscoe is trying to finish the picture she has been drawing for some time and the novel ends with the following sentences: “Yes, she thought, laying down her brush extremely tired, I’ve had my vision.” And I’m still thinking about how to translate this remark into Turkish.

The market，which was founded in 1979，sets up its tents every Saturday from 7 a．m. to 1 p．m.，rain or shine，along North Lemon and State streets.Baskets of perfect red strawberries；the red-painted sides of the Java Dawg coffee truck；and most of all，the tomatoes：amazing，large，soft and round red tomatoes.

Disappointed by many a broken，vine-ripened(蔓上成熟的) promise，I’ve refused to buy winter tomatoes for years.No matter how attractive they look in the store，once I get them home they’re unfailingly dry，hard，and tasteless.But I homed in，with uncertainty，on one particular table at the Brown’s Grove Farm’s stand，full of fresh and soft tomatoes the size of my fist.These were the real deal—and at that moment，I realized that the best part of Sarasota in winter was going to be eating things that back home in New York I wouldn’t be experiencing again for months.

Delighted as I was by the tomatoes in sight，my happiness deepened when I learned that Brown’s Grove Farm is one of the suppliers for Jack Dusty，a newly opened restaurant at the Sarasota Ritz Carlton，where—luckily for me—I was planning to have dinner that very night.Without even seeing the menu，I knew I’d be ordering every tomato on it.

When I was twelve years old, my family were the first black people to move into an all-white part of Grand Rapids, Michigan. Many of our new   (1)   werenˈt very welcoming. Some of the adults said   (2)   that we should return where we came   (3)  . The children sometimes threw stones at me or drove me home from   (4)  .

　　Most of my teachers   (5)   took no notice of me, but not Dorothy Bean, my history teacher. Miss Bean was angry at how badly I was being   (6)  , but she didnˈt say this to me. Miss Bean   (7)   her respect for me by teaching me just like   (8)   else. Instead of being unnoticed, I was given a   (9)   to show that I was smart. Miss Bean was the first teacher who ever made me   (10)   myself. She insisted on knowing what I thought about difficult questions. Was Thomas Jefferson   (11)   to buy Louisiana from France?   (12)   ? She expected me to have an opinion and to be able to   (13)   it up. Miss Bean was teaching me that thinking for myself was the real key to   (14)  .

One day, when I was not paying attention in class, Miss Bean suddenly   (15)   an eraser at me. Unbelievably, the eraser hit me right on the hand and   (16)   my pencil flying. The whole class was   (17)   at first, then started laughing. This incident became famous in the school and,    (18)   it happened to me, the students wanted to get to   (19)   me. So thatˈs the story of how Dorothy Bean made me her target, and how I became just another   (20)   in school.

今年夏天你和你的朋友去了海边野营，主要活动有：

1. 在能很好观赏山和海的沙滩上立了帐篷；

2. 晚上燃起了篝火，大家围着篝火聊天、唱歌、跳舞；

3. 后来，你和你的朋友Frank回到帐篷里聊了一晚上的天，因为你们发现你们有很多共同的爱好：喜欢相同的歌手、都对物理很爱好等等。

请你根据这次活动内容，写成一篇简短的记叙文，发到校英语学习报上。

注意：1.词数100个左右；

      2.可适当增加细节，以使行文连贯.

These are some ideas that some people came up with about what the life will be like in the year 2500.

We will have established a base on the moon. School kids can take field trips to the moon weekly. We will have found cures (疗法) for AIDS and cancer. The war will have ended and peace flows freely through the land. Kids will learn more and be smarter than ever before！History will be the main subject at school. Cafeteria (自助餐厅) food will be delicious！You just walk up to a machine, stick out your tongue, and it will scan your taste buds (味蕾) to see what you want to eat.

—Kristen

Here I am in the wonderful year of 2500 and life is so easy. I work in a pet store and it is so hard！I have to wake up at midnight every day and fly my car to the store. It takes so long to get there. It takes me 20 seconds to get to the store in Mississippi from my home in Florida！At work, I have to push 5 buttons and then I go home. It takes 2 seconds and that is like forever.

—Morgan

In the year 2500, I think we will have invented cars that run on things we donˈt need like garbage. Tail gas will smell like whatever you like such as chocolate. I also predict that buildings will be able to go into a different dimension (维) so your car wonˈt hit them. The cars in 2500 donˈt fly, for we havenˈt got that technology yet, but they can hover (盘旋) up to seven feet. These cars are made for speed!

—Carly

Instead of cars, we may have hovering devices that float around. We could also have electric cars instead of gas­powered cars. Food might be more healthy. What I believe is that the environment will change the most. The environmental changes will also determine many other changes. If more people try to help the environment, then perhaps in 2500 we will have more forests and wildlife. If people wonˈt help the environment, then we will have no forests and little wildlife left.

—Roberta

 I was on my way to work on a two-wheeler one day when a truck rammed (撞上) into me and completely crushed my leg. It wasn’t the driver’s fault----there was a pillar that blocked his view.

 People around immediately took me to the hospital and even though it happened around 9:30 am I was only operated on at 5:30 pm. The doctors tried to save my leg, but after a few days it got infected and it had to be amputated (截肢). When the doctor told me, I asked him,“Why did you take so long? I knew for a while that this would happen.”

 What got me through all this suffering was acceptance ---- that this is my fate, and now I can either choose to cry about it, or take it positively and push myself…I chose the latter. In fact, when people used to come to visit me in the hospital and get emotional, I would tell them jokes to make them laugh!

 So I took the physiotherapy (物理疗法), and began to learn how to walk all over again. My biggest fear was that I wouldn’t be able to play badminton, which has been my passion since childhood ---- but somehow even while I was facing difficulty in walking…I could still play.

 I began winning corporate badminton tournaments, and on the suggestion of one of my amputee friends, I decided to try out a national level. I went on to win several medals at the national level, and this year I won silver in the Para Badminton World Championship held in England. I’ve trained for five hours a day, while doing my job as a software engineer, almost completed my training in scuba diving and travelled pretty much all over India.

 When people ask me,“How do you do so much?”I just ask one question,“What’s stopping you?”

A homeless man walked up to me and asked me for some small change（零钱）,“I’ll give you a quarter(25美分) if you tell me your story,” I said. He laughed, “You’ll give me a quarter for my story?” I laid the  (1)  in front of him and  (2)  myself—“No, here’s the quarter but it would be nice to hear your story.” Seeing him lost in  (3)  , I sat down next to him and  (4)  .

“I was once a sniper(狙击兵)in the army.” he said.“I was  (5)  to shoot down the enemy from the distance.” I listened attentively. He told me how he  (6)  to hunt with his family. He had his own way of  (7)  animals by not killing more than be needed. When the  (8)  came knocking on his door, he felt  (9)  and joined up. All those years of developing his hunting skills could now serve a larger  (10)  —to defend us from the bad guys. He set out to  (11)  at the front（前线）.

“I was a sniper but I never really killed anyone.” he continued. “One day they asked me to  (12)  a lady from the distance. I saw the kids near her and my hands were on the trigger(扳机). But I couldn’t  (13)  it. She wasn’t doing anything to anyone and she was  (14)  the kids.”

The story went on as he described  (15)  being put into prison for 180 days for  (16)  to follow orders（听从命令）. “I have no  (17)  ,” he said. “I may be homeless now,  (18)  I never killed that lady.” He continued, “I can  (19)  being homeless, but I wouldn’t be able to stand killing innocent（无辜的） people.”

I met a hero. It just never  (20)  to me that a hero could be a smelly old sniper.

An old man wanted to retire because of his poor health. The　  (1)  　was deciding which son would take his place. As his children gathered to　  (2)  　his birthday, the father announced his　  (3)  　.The old man took out two boxes and said to his two sons. “ Each of you take one. I want each of you to　  (4)  　it with what you believe to be the most　  (5)  　thing for our successful business.　  (6)  　your choices, I will decide who will take　  (7)  　my business,” father said. The next days the family and employees could sense the spirit of　  (8)  　between the boys.

It was January 1^st and the family　  (9)  　to celebrate again. “ Please　  (10)  　with me what’s in your box! ” father said. The first son said, “ It’s outside on the back of truck. The box you gave me was much too　  (11)  　. ” father walked to the window and from that distance could see all. With a deep tone of　  (12)  　, he asked the other son, “ What do you have to give? ” The son　  (13)  　his father the box. The old man looked inside and with great　  (14)  　looked up at his son. “ It’s　  (15)  　! ” father said. “Are you telling me that you have found nothing of value in our business?

“　  (16)  　, ” he said. “ What I sound most valuable I could not place in a box. How does one measure the value of quality and honesty? What size box would　  (17)  　the loyalty of our employees and customers? How big of a room would I need for our workers who have　  (18)  　from our generous pay and health plan? Finally, father, the most valuable possessions I　  (19)  　hold are the love of you and mother.”

It was　  (20)  　what decision was made that day. There will come a time when each of us will be asked by our father to share what we value most. I hope your box is empty.