PETS3_Unit1文章

Unit 1 Personal Identification and people个人情况与人们

1. Dialogues & Monologue

① Daisy is introducing sally to smith

Daisy: Good morning, Smith. Could I take a few minutes of your time?

Smith: Oh, it’s you daisy！What can I do for you?

Daisy: May I introduce my friend sally to you, smith? She’s an outstanding student in our college, she speaks good English. And also she is good at operating computer.

Sally: How do you do, Smith?

Smith: Pleased to meet you, Sally. I have a little about you from daisy. Would you like to work for two months in my company?

Sally: Of course I’d love to. I really want to get some real experience through my work here

Smith: Ok, please come work at 8:00 tomorrow morning

Sally: See you tomorrow, goodbye!

戴西： 早上好，史密夫。我能占用你几分钟吗？

史密斯： 哦，是你，戴西，什么事？

戴西： 史密夫先生，我可以介绍我的朋友sally给你吗？她在我们学校里很出色。

他的英语讲得不错，还能熟练操作电脑。

Sally： 你好，史密夫

史密斯： 很高兴见到你，sally，我挺戴西偶尔谈起过你，你愿意到我公司工作两个月吗？

Sally： 当然愿意。我很想通过在这里工作获得一些实际经验。

史密斯： 那你名明天早上8点来上班吧

Sally： 明天见，再见

② Alice receives Jack in a morning.

Alice: Good morning.

Jack: Good morning. Is this Mr. Brown's office?

Alice: Yes, that's right. Can I help you?

Jack: I have an appointment with Mr. Brown at 10 o'clock.

Alice: Your name, please, sir?

Jack: Jack Clark.

Alice: Just a moment. Oh, yes, Mr. Clark from Universal Trade Corporation.

Would you please take a seat, Mr. Clark? I'll tell Mr. Brown you are here.

Jack: Thank you.

Alice: (To Mr. Brown on his extension) Hello, Mr. Brown, Mr. Clark is here for his appointment...OK. (To Mr. Clark) Mr. Brown will come down to see you in a minute.

Jack: Thank you very much.

Alice: You're welcome.

爱丽丝： 早上好。

杰克： 早上好。这是布朗先生的办公室吗？

爱丽丝： 是的，什么事？

杰克： 我和布朗先生10点钟有个约会。

爱丽丝： 先生，你的名字是？

杰克： 杰克.克拉克

爱丽丝： 请稍等。噢，对，环球贸易公司的克拉克先生。请坐，克拉克先生，我去告诉

布朗先生你来了。

杰克： 谢谢。

爱丽丝： （拨布朗先生的分机）喂，布朗先生，克拉克先生前来赴约…好的。

（对克拉克先生说）布朗先生一会儿下来见你。

杰克： 多谢。

爱丽丝： 不用谢。

③A couple are talking about their neighbour, Mr. Wang.

Wife: Darling, do you know anything about our new neighbour, Mr. Wang?

Husband: Nothing except that he goes to work at 7:30 every morning.

Wife: He is quite special.

Husband: Special? What's special about him?

Wife: Well, for one thing, he is Wang Li's boyfriend. Mrs. Li has told me that.

Husband: What else?

Wife: He's from a distant village three years ago with only 20 yuan in his pocket but now...

Husband: What has happened?

Wife: He has set up his company with about 200 employees.

It's reported that he has built a new school for his poor hometown.

Husband: A rags-to-riches story!

Who is Mr. Wang?

Where does Mr. Wang come from?

What does Mr. Wang do?

④ The following monologue is about the life of a famous American Benjamin

\"If you would not be forgotten as soon as you are dead and rotten, either write things worth reading, or do things worth writing.\" America has never forgotten Benjamin Franklin because he did both. He became famous for being a scientist, an inventor, a statesman, a printer, a philosopher, a musician, and an economist. Today, we honor Ben Franklin as one of our Founding Fathers and as one of

America's greatest citizens. He was born in 1706 in Boston, Massachusetts. His mother and father were of Puritan religion. They left England and moved to the English colony of Massachusetts to escape persecution for their religion. Franklin left school when he was ten and worked for his father for two years. Then he went to work on his brother's newspaper. He became the editor of this paper when he was sixteen. He went to Philadelphia then and bought his own newspaper. He worked hard and by the age of 24 he was one of the most successful men there. In 1732 Franklin published a book \"Poor Richard's Almanac.\" Most almanacs contained information for farmers, such as information about the days and weeks of the year and about the weather. To his almanac, Franklin added wise sayings of observations about life; some of these sayings are still famous today. For example, \"Early to bed, early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise,\" and \"Waste not, want not, \"and\" A penny saved is a penny earned.\"

Why has Franklin never forgotten by America?

Why did Franklin's parents leave England?

Did Franklin receive high education?

What's his book \"Poor Richard's Almanac\" about?

Passage

Ambulance Girl

When I became a volunteer EMT, my friends were puzzled. They knew me to be deeply terrified of sick and dying people. If there was an accident on the road, I tucked my head in my hands to avoid seeing blood or broken glass.

My husband and I had been married 30 years. We loved to travel, read and write. But at age 52,I felt stuck in a midlife funk, cut off from others. Passing the local firehouse one day, I saw a sign: \"Volunteers wanted: Fire/EMT.\" The EMT part pointed to everything cowardly in me--my fear of death and disease. Maybe I could help others if I did this and could also save myself by facing what scared me most.

As time goes by, I was able to work through my fears. Now I understand that the closest I have ever felt to God is in the back of an ambulance. When I rush out to help sick strangers, I am part of something larger than myself. Sometimes I truly connect with someone who I would never have met otherwise--as I did with Nellie.

One midnight, the AIDS hospice needed help. A colleague and I were shown to a bedroom.

Lying there was a thin black woman with wild hair. When I was given a printout of her medical history, I thought, this lady should be dead over ten times. She had AIDS, hepatitis and TB. She had had brain surgery. Tonight she had a seizure.

\"Hello, I'm Clarissa, are you in pain?\" I asked. She replied by cursing at me. I didn't take offense.

When I rode alone with her in the back of the ambulance as another EMT

drove, I reread the printout. Nellie was 33 years old. No previous address. No family members. No next of kin. Her whole life as presented here was just a list of medicines, symptoms and illnesses. One line caught my attention: Hobbies. Nellie's hobbies were sewing and gospel singing. I could not sew, but I loved gospel music. \"Nellie, it says here that you like gospel music,\" I asked. I expected another curse, but it didn't come. \"I really like Shirley Caesar,\" I continued, thinking of the singer's heartbreaking song about a mother's love for her ungrateful son, pouring her soul into every word.

Suddenly Nellie's eyes moved back and forth. \"I like her too,\" Nellie said weakly. I was stunned she could speak. I started naming other gospel singers. With each one, Nellie nodded back, and I saw her try to smile. I was not a singer, but I decided to pretend that I was. It was not unthinkable that Nellie might die during this ride to the hospital, that I would be the last face she ever saw, the last voice she ever heard. I wanted to say something meaningful to her, something other than \"Where does it hurt?\" So I started singing, and I held Nellie’s hand as I sang.

We reached the hospital, and she was wheeled to one of the ER rooms. I touched her thin shoulder. \"Nellie,\" I said. She fixed her eyes on me. \"Take care of yourself.\" She gave me one long last look, and then turned her face to the wall.

When I climbed back into the ambulance, there was no more trace of Nellie. The driver had cleaned and sanitized everything. \"Lets go,\" I told him. As the ambulance pulled out, I felt like crying. But my eyes remained dry, like Nellie's. Hobbies: sewing and gospel music, I thought as we glided in the darkness of the night toward home.