高级英语lesson2原文及翻译.pdfVIP

word “Hiroshima! Everybody off! 〞 That must be what the man in the Japanese stationmasters uniform shouted, as the fastest train in the world slipped to a stop in Hiroshima Station. I did not understand what he was saying. First of all, because he was shouting in Japanese. And secondly, because I had a lump in my throat and a lot of sad thoughts on my mind that had little to do with anything a Nipponrailways official might say. The very act of stepping on this soil, in breathing this air of Hiroshima, was for me a far greater adventure than any trip or any reportorialassignment Id previously taken. Was I not at the scene of the crime? The Japanese crowd did not appear to have the same preoccupations that I had. From the sidewalk outside the station, things seemed much the same as in other Japanese cities. Little girls and elderly ladies inkimonos rubbed shoulders with teenagers and women in western dress. Serious looking men spoke to one another as if they were oblivious of the crowds about them, and bobbed up and down re-heatedly in little bows, as they exchanged the ritual formula of gratitude and respect: Tomo aligato gozayimas. Others were using little red telephones that hung on the facades of grocery stores and tobacco shops. Hi! Hi! said the cab driver, whose doorpopped open at the very sight of a traveler. Hi, or something that sounds very much like it, means yes. Can you take me to City Hall? He grinned at me in the rear-view mirror and repeated Hi! Hi! ’ We set off at top speed through the narrow streets of Hiroshima. The tall buildings of the martyred city flashed by as welurched from side to side in response to the drivers sharp twists of the wheel. Just as I was beginning to find the ride long, the taxi screeched to a halt, and the driver got out and went over to