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美文阅读赢高考（三十三） Born in America, I spoke English, not Chinese, the language of my ancestors. When I was three, my parents flashed cards with Chinese 1 at my face, but I pushed them aside. My mom believed I would learn 2 I was ready. But the time never came. On a Chinese New Year’s Eve, my uncle spoke to me in Chinese, 3 all I could do was stare at him, confused, scratching my head. “Still can’t speak Chinese?” He laughed at me, “You can’t even buy a fish in Chinatown.” “Hey, this is America, not China. I’ll get some right now with or without Chinese.” I replied and turned to my mom for 4 . “Remember to ask for 5 fish, Xin Xian Yu,” she said, handing over a $20 bill．I　 6 the words, running downstairs into the streets of Chinatown. I found the fish stand surrounded in a sea of customers. “I’d like to buy some fresh fish,” I shouted to the fishman. But he 7 my English words and turned to serve the next customer. The laugh of the people behind increased with their impatience. With every second, the breath of the dragons（龙）on my back grew stronger—my blood boiling— forcing me to cry out, “Xian Sheng Yu, please.” “Very Xian Sheng,” I repeated. The crowd erupted into 8 . My face turned 9 and I ran back home 10 , except for the $20 bill I held tightly in my pocket. Should I laugh or cry? They’re Chinese. I’m Chinese. I should feel right at home. Instead, I was the joke, a disgrace（丢脸）to the language. Sometimes, I laugh at my fish incident, but, in the end, the joke is on me. Every laugh is a culture lost; every laugh is my heritage（传统）fading away. 美文阅读赢高考（三十四） When Alice started to cycle home from Jenny’s house, she wasn’t nervous, she was certainly not afraid of the dark.．1 , it was only a 15-minute ride home. But halfway there, she began to wish that she hadn’t been so 2 . As she rounded a sharp bend, it suddenly grew cold-very cold. Alice’s breath become puffs of white cloud and her legs were so cold that it became ha