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70年代末,一个“四人帮”帮派体系的人物终于下台了。在清算这个以一言堂著称的党委书记的会上,有人嘀咕了一句:“依然他的劣迹昭著,当年和他同在台上的人怎么直至今日才出来讲话呢?”这话正好让会议的主持人听到了,他刚由党委副书记升任书记。“谁在说话?”主持人厉声喝道,“谁?有勇气的站起来说嘛!” 整个会场鸦雀无声。主持人重复问话,四周气氛紧张,会议中人连喘气都不敢大声。少顷,主持人缓和了声调说:“实话告诉大家,当年我跟在座诸位现在的感觉完全一样。”
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After 20 years as a full-time wife and mother, I decided now that my kids were grown, I needed a part-time job to keep me busy. I decided to drive a school bus.
Charlie began riding my bus in September of my fourth year driving. Eight years old, with blond hair and crystalline gray eyes, he got on with a group of children. They all had stories to tell me about their summers. Charlie, though, ignored me. He didnât even answer when I asked his name.
From that day on, Charlie was a trial. If a fight broke out I didnât have to turn my head to know who had started it. If someone was throwing spitballs I could guess the culpritâs name. If a girl was crying, chances were Charlie had pulled her hair. No matter how I spoke to him, gently or firmly, he wouldnât say a word. Heâd just stare at me with those big gray eyes of his.
I asked around some, and found out Charlieâs father was dead and he didnât live with his mother. He deserves my patience, I thought. So I practiced every bit of patience I could muster. To my cheery âGood morning,â he was silent. When I wished him a happy Halloween, he sneered. Many, many times I asked myself how I could reach Charlie. âIâm at my witâs end,â Iâd say. Still I was sure that this child needed to feel some warmth from me. So, when heâd pass by, Iâd ruffle his hair or pat him on the arm.
Toward the end of that year, the kids on my bus gave me a small trophy inscribed âTo the Best Bus Driver Everâ. I propped it up on the dashboard. On top I hung a small tin heart that a little girl had given me. In red paint she had written, âI love Polly and Polly loves me.â
On the next-to-last day of school I was delayed a few minutes talking to the principal. When I got on the bus I realized that the tin heart was gone. âDoes anyone know what happened to the little heart that was up here?â I asked. For once with 39 children, there was silence.
One boy piped up, âCharlie was the first one on the bus. I bet he took it.â Other children joined the chorus, âYeah! Charlie did it! Search him!â
I asked Charlie, âHave you seen the heart?â âI donât know what youâre talking about,â he protested. Standing up, he took a few pennies and a small ball out of his pockets. âSee, I donât have it.â âI bet he does!â insisted the girl who had given me the heart. âCheck his pockets.â
Charlie glowered when I asked him to come forward. His gaze burned into mine. I stuck my hand into one pocket. Nothing. I reached into the other pocket. Then I felt itâthe familiar outline of the small tin heart. Charlie stared at me for a long time. There were no tears in those big gray eyes, no plea for mercy. He seemed to be waiting for what heâd come to expect from the world. I was about to pull the tin heart out of Charlieâs pocket when I stopped myself. Let him keep it, a voice seemed to whisper.
âIt must have fallen off before I got here,â I said to the kids. âIâll probably find it back at the bus depot.â Without a word, Charlie returned to his seat. When he got off at his stop, he didnât so much as glance at me. That summer Charlie moved away...
Eventually I retired. And there my story as a school bus driver ends, except for one more incident. A dozen years after retirement I was in a department store in Kansas City, when someone said tentatively, âPolly?â I turned to see a balding man who was approaching middle age. âYes?â His face didnât look familiar until I noticed his big gray eyes. There was no doubt. It was Charlie.
He told me he was living in Montana and doing well. Then, to my surprise, he hugged me. After he let go, he pulled something from his pocket and held it up for me to see. An old key chain...bent out of shape, the lettering faded. You can probably guess what it wasâthe little tin heart that said, âI love Polly and Polly loves me.â
âYou were the only one who kept trying,â he explained. We hugged again, and went our separate ways. I am so happy Iâd done a good job.
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After 20 years as a full-time wife and mother, I decided now that my kids were grown, I needed a part-time job to keep me busy. I decided to drive a school bus.
Charlie began riding my bus in September of my fourth year driving. Eight years old, with blond hair and crystalline gray eyes, he got on with a group of children. They all had stories to tell me about their summers. Charlie, though, ignored me. He didnât even answer when I asked his name.
From that day on, Charlie was a trial. If a fight broke out I didnât have to turn my head to know who had started it. If someone was throwing spitballs I could guess the culpritâs name. If a girl was crying, chances were Charlie had pulled her hair. No matter how I spoke to him, gently or firmly, he wouldnât say a word. Heâd just stare at me with those big gray eyes of his.
I asked around some, and found out Charlieâs father was dead and he didnât live with his mother. He deserves my patience, I thought. So I practiced every bit of patience I could muster. To my cheery âGood morning,â he was silent. When I wished him a happy Halloween, he sneered. Many, many times I asked myself how I could reach Charlie. âIâm at my witâs end,â Iâd say. Still I was sure that this child needed to feel some warmth from me. So, when heâd pass by, Iâd ruffle his hair or pat him on the arm.
Toward the end of that year, the kids on my bus gave me a small trophy inscribed âTo the Best Bus Driver Everâ. I propped it up on the dashboard. On top I hung a small tin heart that a little girl had given me. In red paint she had written, âI love Polly and Polly loves me.â
On the next-to-last day of school I was delayed a few minutes talking to the principal. When I got on the bus I realized that the tin heart was gone. âDoes anyone know what happened to the little heart that was up here?â I asked. For once with 39 children, there was silence.
One boy piped up, âCharlie was the first one on the bus. I bet he took it.â Other children joined the chorus, âYeah! Charlie did it! Search him!â
I asked Charlie, âHave you seen the heart?â âI donât know what youâre talking about,â he protested. Standing up, he took a few pennies and a small ball out of his pockets. âSee, I donât have it.â âI bet he does!â insisted the girl who had given me the heart. âCheck his pockets.â
Charlie glowered when I asked him to come forward. His gaze burned into mine. I stuck my hand into one pocket. Nothing. I reached into the other pocket. Then I felt itâthe familiar outline of the small tin heart. Charlie stared at me for a long time. There were no tears in those big gray eyes, no plea for mercy. He seemed to be waiting for what heâd come to expect from the world. I was about to pull the tin heart out of Charlieâs pocket when I stopped myself. Let him keep it, a voice seemed to whisper.
âIt must have fallen off before I got here,â I said to the kids. âIâll probably find it back at the bus depot.â Without a word, Charlie returned to his seat. When he got off at his stop, he didnât so much as glance at me. That summer Charlie moved away...
Eventually I retired. And there my story as a school bus driver ends, except for one more incident. A dozen years after retirement I was in a department store in Kansas City, when someone said tentatively, âPolly?â I turned to see a balding man who was approaching middle age. âYes?â His face didnât look familiar until I noticed his big gray eyes. There was no doubt. It was Charlie.
He told me he was living in Montana and doing well. Then, to my surprise, he hugged me. After he let go, he pulled something from his pocket and held it up for me to see. An old key chain...bent out of shape, the lettering faded. You can probably guess what it wasâthe little tin heart that said, âI love Polly and Polly loves me.â
âYou were the only one who kept trying,â he explained. We hugged again, and went our separate ways. I am so happy Iâd done a good job.
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第1个回答 2010-05-11
??故事呢?要是不长 比较有趣 可以帮你哈·
第2个回答 2010-05-11
你总要说是什么故事啊 老大?
第3个回答 2010-05-11
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