新编大学英语视听说第2册听力U1原文

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*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 lonely With her along, who could be lonely? I reach for her hand, it's always there.

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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, and she'll be there.

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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, \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.

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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.

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A Mother's Love

You 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.

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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 that particular 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 \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.

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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 saying what 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, \

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.

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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.

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Life 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 work and depended on their husbands' incomes for living. Children didn't come home after 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 TV became popular, people talked to each other more. Children didn't have as many toys, and they played more games together. On Saturdays the neighborhood theaters 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 year like they do today. They also lived in the same house for a long time. They didn't move as much.

Services were better in the 1950s. Doctors often came to a sick person's house, especially if you were \fresh dairy products daily to homes. There were no self-service gas stations, and attendants used to wash your car windows and check your oil free of charge.

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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 \

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.

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A man had two large pots for carrying water. One pot had a crack in it, while the other was perfect. At the end of the long walk from the stream to his house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For two years the man had been delivering only one and a half pots full of water everyday to his house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of itself. And the cracked pot felt ashamed and miserable because it was able to do only half of the work. After two years of failure, it spoke to the man one day.

\the pot said. The man felt sorry for it and said, \Indeed, as they went up the hill, the cracked pot saw the sun warming the beautiful flowers on the side of the path. But it still felt bad because half of the water had run away, and again it apologized.

Then the man said to the pot, \

That's because I have always known about you and planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day you've watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the house. Without you, the house would not look so beautiful.\

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Episode 1:

Kevin: Hey, girl, come on. Good to see you. Heather: How are you? Kevin: What happened today? ...

Kevin: That's fine. So what do you want to order? You like the pepperoni, yeah? ... (to the waitress) OK. So two Greek islands, one egg torte and one chilled juice and milk. Thank you.

Heather: Do you realize that we've been together for two months now? Who would have thought that when we happened to sit next to each other in Asian history class it would lead to this! Kevin: Yeah, and this is a real change for me.

Heather: Oh? You didn't date anyone steadily in high school?

Kevin: No, I didn't. I was too busy with sports. My high school was so small that any of us who liked to play and wanted to could be on almost all of the teams. I played football in the fall, basketball in the winter, and baseball in the spring. Heather: But you're not playing football this fall.

Kevin: No, I'm going to try out for baseball in the spring. That's what I like the best. So, when a very interesting and intelligent girl happened to sit next to me in Asian History, I decided it was time to date some if she was interested too. (He smiles broadly.) Heather: I'm glad you did. (She returns a smile.) Kevin: Did you date much in high school?

Heather: Yes, I did. In fact, I had a steady boyfriend for almost two years. Kevin: What happened to him?

Heather: During our senior year we both decided that since we were going to attend college in different parts of the country we should stop dating. I guess we realized that we were really quite different from each other. He wanted to get away from home, so he's in a large university out East. I wanted a small college near home, so here I am. Kevin: Lucky me! So were your parents happy with your steady boyfriend?

Heather: They liked him OK, but I know they thought we spent too much time together. I think they were happy when we broke up. They really didn't say much though. They usually trust my judgment. Kevin: Had you dated much before that?

Heather: A little, for school parties, movies etc., nothing serious. I usually spent more time with the girl friends. My parents didn't think I should date until I was sixteen.

Kevin: Yes, I think some kids do start dating too young these days. My sister, she is fourteen and thinks she has a boyfriend. My parents tell her she's really too young to date, but they think it's OK if she goes out in a group where he's included.

Heather: I guess you were around guys most of the time with all of your sports activities, but you seem comfortable being with me. Kevin: Well, I did date occasionally, but I didn't find anyone really interesting until now. (He smiles meaningfully.) Besides, I usually have to spend most of my money keeping my old car running. Heather: Would it help if we go Dutch tonight?

Kevin: No, after all I invited you. Besides, I had a really good job at the gasoline station near my home last summer and was able to save up quite a bit for nights like this. So, it's my treat! Heather: OK. That's nice of you.

Kevin: After we eat, are you willing to drive around the lake with me and just talk some more? Or would you rather go to a movie? Heather: It's a beautiful night so let's go for a drive. I don't think we'd like the movies that are on anyway. They're all just too silly. Kevin: Fine with me. Oh, here comes the pizza, so let's eat. (to the waitress) Thank you. Thank you. Episode 2:

Xiao Mei: You are late. You've never been late before. What happened to you today?

Da Ming: Oh, Xiao Mei. It's so nice to see you. I can tell you that I would not be here at all if I hadn't jumped down from the second-floor window.

Xiao Mei: You jumped from the window? Tell me exactly what happened? Did you hurt yourself?

Da Ming: No, I am fine, I am fine. Mum shut me up in the room. She wants me to meet her friend's daughter, the girl I mentioned to you before. She is coming and I'm supposed to see her. Mum probably thinks I am still in my room. Xiao Mei: Your mum wants you to make friends with her, then marry her, doesn't she?

Da Ming: Yes, I'm afraid so, but I'm interested only in you. I think about you all the time. I will never agree to meet any other girl. I would rather die than leave you.

Xiao Mei: I love you too, Da Ming. I can't imagine what my life will be like without you.

Da Ming: But I don't have a cent. My family is poor and I'm penniless. I have nothing with me except for a poem I wrote for you. Xiao Mei: You wrote a poem for me? How sweet! Da Ming: Would you like me to read it to you? Xiao Mei: Of course. Please. Da Ming: It's called: \ Listen:

Love is the greatest feeling; Love is like a play;

Love is what I feel for you Each and every day; Love is like a smile; Love is like a song; Love is a great emotion That keeps us going strong. I love you with my heart, My body and my soul.

I love the way I keep loving, Like a love I can't control.

So remember when your eyes meet mine, I love you with all my heart,

And I have poured my entire soul into you, Right from the very start. Do you like it, Xiao Mei?

Xiao Mei: Yes, I like it very much. I don't need anything else as long as you keep writing poems for me. Da Ming: I will write you poems as long as I live. Xiao Mei: Now we have nothing but each other... Da Ming: But we have love. Isn't that enough?

Xiao Mei: As long as we have love we'll manage somehow.

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