Unit5TheDayMotherCried课文翻译大学英语三

Unit5TheDayMotherCriedGeraldMooreAmotherandhersonlearnmoreformamomentofdefeatthantheyevercouldfromavictory.Herexampleofnevergivingupgiveshimcouragefortherestofhislife.Cominghomefromschoolthatdarkwinter'sdaysolongago,Iwasfilledwithanticipation.Ihadanewissueofmyfavoritesportsmagazinetuckedundermyarm,andthehousetomyself.Dadwasatwork,mysisterwasaway,andMotherwouldn'tbehomefromhernewjobforanhour.Iboundedupthesteps,burstintothelivingroomandflippedonalight.IwasshockedintostillnessbywhatIsaw.Mother,pulledintoatightballwithherfaceinherhands,satatthefarendofthecouch.Shewascrying.Ihadneverseenhercry.Iapproachedcautiouslyandtouchedhershoulder.Mother?IsaidWhat'shappened?Shetookalongbreathandmanagedaweaksmile.It'snothing,really.Nothingimportant.JustthanI'mgoingtolosethisnewjob.Ican'ttypefastenough.Butyou'veonlybeentherethreedays,Isaid.You'llcatchon.IwasrepeatingalineshehadspokentomeahundredtimeswhenIwashavingtroublelearningordoingsomethingimportanttome.No.shesaidsadly.IalwayssaidIcoulddoanythingIsetmymindto,andIstillthinkIcaninmostthings.ButIcan'tdothis.Ifelthelplessandoutofplace.Atage16IstillassumedMothercoulddoanything.Someyearsbefore,whenwesoldourranchandmovedtotown,Motherhaddecidedtoopenadaynursery.Shehadhadnotraining,butthatdidn'tstandinherway.Shesentawayforcorrespondencecoursesinchildcare,didthelessonsandinsixmonthsformallyqualifiedherselfforthetask.Itwasn'tlongbeforeshehadafullenrollmentandawaitinglist.IacceptedallthisasaperfectlynormalinstanceofMother'sability.Butneitherthenurserynorthemotelmyparentsboughtlaterhadprovidedenoughincometosendmysisterandmetocollege.IntwoyearsIwouldbereadyforcollege.Inthreemoremysisterwouldwanttogo.Timewasrunningout,andMotherwasfranticforwaystosavemoney.ItwasclearthatDadcoulddonomorethanhewasdoingalready——farming80acresinadditiontoholdingafulltimejob.Afewmonthsafterwe'dsoldthemotel,Motherarrivedhomewithausetypewriter.Itskippedbetweencertainlettersandthekeyboardwassoft.AtdinnerthatnightIpronouncedthemachineapieceofjunk.That'sallwecanafford,mothersaid.It'sgoodenoughtolearnon.Andfromthatdayon,assoonasthetablewasclearedandthedishesweredone,Motherwoulddisappearintohersewingroomtopractice.Theslowtap,tap,tapwentonsomenightsuntilmidnight.ItwasnearlyChristmaswhenIheardMothergotajobattheradiostation.Iwasnottheleastbitsurprised,orimpressed.Butshewasecstatic.Monday,afterherfirstdayatwork,Icouldseethattheexcitementwasgone.Motherlookedtiredanddrawn.Irespondedbyignoringher.Tuesday,Dadmadedinnerandcleanedthekitchen.Motherstayedinhersewingroom,practicing.IsMotherallright?IaskedDad.She'shavingalittletroublewithhertyping,hesaid.Sheneedstopractice.Ithinkshe'dappreciateitifweallhelpedoutabitmore.Ialreadydoalot,Isaid,immediatelyonguard.Iknowyoudo,Dadsaidevenly.Andyoumayhavetodomore.Youmightjustrememberthatsheisworkingprimarilysoyoucangotocollege.Ihonestlydidn'tcare.Iwishedshewouldjustforgetthewholething.MyshockandembarrassmentatfindingMotherintearsonWednesdaywasaperfectindexofhowlittleIunderstoodthepressuresonher.Sittingbesideheronthecouch,Ibeganveryslowlytounderstand.Iguesswealhavetofailsometime,Mothersaidquietly.Icouldsenseherpainandthetensionofholdingbackthestrongemotionsthatwereinterruptedbymyarrival.Suddenly,somethinginsidemeturned.Ireachedoutandputmyarmsaroundher.Shebrokethen.Sheputherfaceagainstmyshoulderandsobbed.Ihelphercloseanddidn'ttrytotalk.IknewIwasdoingwhatIshould,whatIcould,andthatitwasenough.Inthatmoment,feelingMother'sbackrackedwithemotion,Iunderstoodforthefirsttimehervulnerability.Shewasstillmymother,butshewassomethingmore:apersonlikeme,capableoffearandhurtandfailure.IcouldfeelherpainasshemusthavefeltmineonathousandoccasionswhenIhadsoughtcomfortinherarms.AweeklaterMothertookajobsellingdrygoodsathalfthesalarytheradiostationhadoffered.It'sajobIcando,shesaidsimply.Buttheeveningpracticesessionsontheoldgreentypewritercontinued.IhadaverydifferentfeelingnowwhenIpassedherdooratnightandheardhertappingaway.Iknewtherewassomethingmoregoingonintherethanawomanlearningtotype.WhenIleftforcollegetwoyearslater,Motherhadanofficejobwithbetterpayandmoreresponsibility.IhavetobelievethatinsomestrangewayshelearnedasmuchfromhermomentofdefeatasIdid,becauseseveralyearslater,whenIhadfinishedschoolandproudlyacceptedajobasanewspaperreporter,shehadalreadybeenajournalistwithourhometownpaperforsixmonths.Theoldgreentypewritersitsinmyofficenow,unrepaired.Itisamemento,butwhatitrecallsformeisnotquitewhatifrecalledforMother.WhenI'mhavingtroublewithastoryandthinkaboutgivinguporwhenIstarttofeelsorryformyselfandthinkthingsshouldbeeasierforme,Irollapieceofpaperintothatcrankyoldmachineandtype,wordbypainfulword,justthewaymotherdid.WhatIrememberthenisnotherfailure,buthercourage,thecouragetogoahead.It'sthebestmementoanyoneevergaveme.妈妈哭泣的那一天很久以前一个昏暗的冬日，我放学回家时从满了期望。我胳膊下夹着一期新的我喜欢的体育杂志，房子里将会是就我一个人。爸爸上班，妹妹不在家，妈妈找了份工作，一小时内不会回家。我蹦上台阶，冲进起居室，啪地开了灯。眼前的景象把我惊呆了：妈妈身子紧缩成一团，脸埋在手里，坐在沙发上的另一端。她在哭。我以前从没有见过她哭，我小心翼翼地走近些，拍拍她的肩膀。“妈？”我说：“怎么了？”她长舒一口气，挤出一丝笑容。“没什么，真的，没什么大不了的，只是我要失去这份新的工作，我打字不够快！”“但你到那儿才三天，”我说，“你会跟上的。”我再重复妈妈对我说过上百次的一句话。每当我学习上或做一些对我很重要的事情遇到麻烦时，