I. Please read the text after the speaker

                                                   The Winter Man-kindness of strangers

1 On a cold winter morning, an old man sat awkwardly against a wall at Sydney’s Circular Quay Station.① I glanced his way for a moment but took him for a beggar and walked on along with the crowds of people hurrying to work.

2② On my way home that afternoon, I saw the same man in the same place, lying on the ground. Two ambulance attendants were kneeling down beside him. This time I stopped. He wasn’t a beggar at all. He was old certainly, but he wore a nice suit and was clean-shaven. And he was seriously ill.

3 What a shame!③This sick, old man must have suffered from the cold for the whole day while sitting on the hard, uncomfortable ground. He probably reached out to passersby for help. But no one stopped; no one cared.

4 In a different season, I again came across an old man half lying on the footpath, not far from where the Winter Man had been. The morning heat was unbearable. ④Caught up in the familiar flow of people, I barely glanced at him. However, the memory of the old Winter Man came back to me vividly. I walked back to the man on the ground. I knelt down to ask if he was OK and his kind eyes looked at me.

5 Beside him, a takeaway cup of coffee and a small sugar packet lay open. A flow of people kept walking by. ⑤He regained consciousness, though weakly, and told me he was diabetic and it might be a good idea to call an ambulance, which I did — it was only a few minutes away.

6 In barely a whisper, he said to me, “Nobody stopped. Thank you.” Fighting back tears, I asked him his name. “Greg,” he said.⑥ Looking into his eyes, I read the mind of a proud man who didn’t like what was happening to him. The ambulance soon arrived, and the old man was sent to the hospital. Still, I felt my heart aching for the Winter Man and for the shame that I had almost walked past another person in need. I was amazed that it had been so easy to be helpful.

II. Text analysis

Test analysis

①I glanced his way for a moment but took him for a beggar and walked on along with  the crowds of people hurrying to work.

我朝他的方向瞥了一眼，以为他是个乞丐，就随着行色匆匆的上班族一起走开了。

②On my way home that afternoon, I saw the same man in the same place, lying on the ground. Two ambulance attendants were kneeling down beside him.

那天下午，我在回家的路上又看见了那位老人，他躺在地上。

③This sick, old man must have suffered from the cold for the whole day while sitting on the hard, uncomfortable ground.

这位生病的老人一定是整日都坐在这坚硬、不舒服的地上，在严寒中忍受着煎熬。

④Caught up in the familiar flow of people, I barely glanced at him.

人群像往常一样川流不息，我几乎没有看他。

⑤He regained consciousness, though weakly, and told me he was diabetic and it mightbe a good idea to call an ambulance, which I did — it was only a few minutes away.

他很虚弱，不过恢复了意识。他告诉我他患有糖尿病，最好叫救护车来。我照做了，救护车到这里仅有几分钟的路程。

⑥ Looking into his eyes, I read the mind of aproud man who didn’t like what was happening to him.

我凝视着他的眼睛，看得出来这个充满自尊的男人内心是不愿意这样的事发生在他身上的。

III. Test

1 On a cold winter morning, an old man sat awkwardly against a wall at Sydney’s Circular Quay Station.① I glanced his way for a moment but took him for a beggar and walked on along with the crowds of people hurrying to work.

2② On my way home that afternoon, I saw the same man in the same place, lying on the ground. Two ambulance attendants were kneeling down beside him. This time I stopped. He wasn’t a beggar at all. He was old certainly, but he wore a nice suit and was clean-shaven. And he was seriously ill.

3 What a shame!③This sick, old man must have suffered from the cold for the whole day while sitting on the hard, uncomfortable ground. He probably reached out to passersby for help. But no one stopped; no one cared.

4 In a different season, I again came across an old man half lying on the footpath, not far from where the Winter Man had been. The morning heat was unbearable. ④Caught up in the familiar flow of people, I barely glanced at him. However, the memory of the old Winter Man came back to me vividly. I walked back to the man on the ground. I knelt down to ask if he was OK and his kind eyes looked at me.

5 Beside him, a takeaway cup of coffee and a small sugar packet lay open. A flow of people kept walking by. ⑤He regained consciousness, though weakly, and told me he was diabetic and it might be a good idea to call an ambulance, which I did — it was only a few minutes away.

6 In barely a whisper, he said to me, “Nobody stopped. Thank you.” Fighting back tears, I asked him his name. “Greg,” he said.⑥ Looking into his eyes, I read the mind of a proud man who didn’t like what was happening to him. The ambulance soon arrived, and the old man was sent to the hospital. Still, I felt my heart aching for the Winter Man and for the shame that I had almost walked past another person in need. I was amazed that it had been so easy to be helpful.