I. Please read the text after the speaker.                                                                          9. One night, shortly after my first child was born, my mother called to tell me my father was ill. “A heart problem,” she said. “Now, don’t come. Three hundred miles. It would upset your father. We will just have to wait. I’ll let you know.”

       10. My father’s tests showed some heart disease, but a proper diet restored him back to good health. Then little things followed: a problem with his back, more heart trouble, a minor operation on his eyes. Yet his dancing did not stop. My mother wrote that they had joined a dance club. “You remember how your father loves to dance.”

       11. Yes, I remembered. My eyes filled up with tears remembering those times when we danced together.

       12. After my father retired, we mended our relationship. Hugs and kisses were common when we visited each other. But my father did not ask me to dance. He danced instead with his grandchildren; my daughters knew how to waltz before they could read.

        13. “One, two, three, and one, two, three,” my father would count. “Won’t you come and waltz with me?” Sometimes my heart would ache to hear him say those words to my daughters. I knew my father was waiting for an apology from me, and I could never find the right words.  

       14. As the time for my parents’ 50th anniversary came, my brothers and I met to plan the party. My older brother said, “Do you remember that night you wouldn’t dance with him? Boy, was he mad! I couldn’t believe he’d get so mad about a thing like that. ①I’ll bet you haven’t danced with him since.” I did not tell him he was right.

       15. My younger brother promised to get the band.

       16. “Make sure they can play waltzes and polkas,” I told him.

       17. “Dad can dance to anything,” he said.

       18. ②I did not tell him that all I wanted to do was dance once more with my father.

       19. ③When the band began to play after dinner, my parents took the floor. They danced around the room, inviting the others to join them. The guests rose to their feet, clapping for the golden couple. My father danced with his granddaughters, and then the band began to play the “Beer Barrel Polka”.

     20. “Roll out the barrel,” I heard my father sing. Then I knew it was time. I knew the words I must say to my father before he would dance with me once more. ④I moved my way through a few couples and tapped my daughter on the shoulder.

      21. “Excuse me,” I said, almost choking on my words. “But I believe this is my dance.” ⑤My father stood rooted to the spot. Our eyes met and traveled back to that night when I was 15.

       22. In a trembling voice, I sang, “Let’s get those blues on the run.”

       23. My father bowed and said, “Oh, yes. I’ve been waiting for you.

       24. ⑥Then he started to laugh, and we moved into each other’s arms, pausing for a moment so we could catch once more the rhythm of the dance.

II. Text analysis

①I’ll bet you haven’t danced with him since.” (Line 3-4, Para. 14)

翻译：我敢肯定从那以后，你没和他跳过舞吧。

②I did not tell him that all I wanted to do was dance once more with my father. (Line 1, Para. 18)

翻译：我没有告诉他，我只是想和父亲再跳一次舞。

③When the band began to play after dinner, my parents took the floor. (Line 1, Para. 19)

翻译：晚餐过后，乐队开始演奏，父母开始跳舞。

④I moved my way through a few couples and tapped my daughter on the shoulder. (Line 2-3, Para. 20)

翻译：我穿过人群，拍了拍女儿的肩膀。

⑤My father stood rooted to the spot. Our eyes met and traveled back to that night when I was 15. (Line 2-3, Para. 21)

翻译：父亲呆了一样站在那里。我们都注视着对方，思绪飞回到我十五岁的那个夜晚。

⑥Then he started to laugh, and we moved into each other’s arms, pausing for a moment so we could catch once more the rhythm of the dance. (Line 1-2, Para. 24)

翻译：说完，他大笑起来。我们挽着彼此的胳膊，停了一下，以便再次跟上舞曲的节奏。

III.Test    

        9. One night, shortly after my first child was born, my mother called to tell me my father was ill. “A heart problem,” she said. “Now, don’t come. Three hundred miles. It would upset your father. We will just have to wait. I’ll let you know.”

       10. My father’s tests showed some heart disease, but a proper diet restored him back to good health. Then little things followed: a problem with his back, more heart trouble, a minor operation on his eyes. Yet his dancing did not stop. My mother wrote that they had joined a dance club. “You remember how your father loves to dance.”

        11. Yes, I remembered. My eyes filled up with tears remembering those times when we danced together.

        12. After my father retired, we mended our relationship. Hugs and kisses were common when we visited each other. But my father did not ask me to dance. He danced instead with his grandchildren; my daughters knew how to waltz before they could read.

        13. “One, two, three, and one, two, three,” my father would count. “Won’t you come and waltz with me?” Sometimes my heart would ache to hear him say those words to my daughters. I knew my father was waiting for an apology from me, and I could never find the right words.

        14. As the time for my parents’ 50th anniversary came, my brothers and I met to plan the party. My older brother said, “Do you remember that night you wouldn’t dance with him? Boy, was he mad! I couldn’t believe he’d get so mad about a thing like that. ①I’ll bet you haven’t danced with him since.” I did not tell him he was right.

       15. My younger brother promised to get the band.

       16. “Make sure they can play waltzes and polkas,” I told him.

       17. “Dad can dance to anything,” he said.

       18. ②I did not tell him that all I wanted to do was dance once more with my father.

       19. ③When the band began to play after dinner, my parents took the floor. They danced around the room, inviting the others to join them. The guests rose to their feet, clapping for the golden couple. My father danced with his granddaughters, and then the band began to play the “Beer Barrel Polka”.

      20. “Roll out the barrel,” I heard my father sing. Then I knew it was time. I knew the words I must say to my father before he would dance with me once more. ④I moved my way through a few couples and tapped my daughter on the shoulder.

    21. “Excuse me,” I said, almost choking on my words. “But I believe this is my dance.” ⑤My father stood rooted to the spot. Our eyes met and traveled back to that night when I was 15.

       22. In a trembling voice, I sang, “Let’s get those blues on the run.”

       23. My father bowed and said, “Oh, yes. I’ve been waiting for you.

       24. ⑥Then he started to laugh, and we moved into each other’s arms, pausing for a moment so we could catch once more the rhythm of the dance.