Unit-8-My-Forever-Valentine-课文翻译-综合教程一.docVIP

Unit 8 My Forever Valentine The traditional holidays in our house when I was a child were spent timing elaborate meals around football games. My father tried to make pleasant chitchat and eat as much as he could during half time. At Christmas he found time to have a cup or two of holiday beer and do his holly shaped bow tie. But he didnt truly shine until Valentines Day. ??? I dont know whether it was because work at the office slowed during February or because the football season was over. But Valentines Day was the time my father chose to show his love for the special people in his life. Over the years I fondly thought of him as my Valentine Man. ? ?? My first recollection of the magic he could bring to Valentines Day came when I was six. For several days I had been cutting out valentines for my classmates. Each of us was to decorate a mailbox and put it on our desk for others to give us cards. That box and its contents ushered in a succession of bittersweet memories of my entrance into a world of popularity contests marked by the number of cards received, the teasing about boyfriends/girlfriends and the tender care I gave to the card from the cutest boy in class. ??? That morning at the breakfast table I found a card and a gift-wrapped package at my chair. The card was signed Love, Dad, and the gift was a ring with a small piece of red glass to represent my birthstone, a ruby. There is little difference between red glass and rubies to a child of six, and I remember wearing that ring with a pride that all the cards in the world could not surpass. ??? As I grew older, the gifts gave way to heart shaped boxes filled with my favorite chocolates and always included a special card signed Love, Dad. In those years my thank-yous became more of a perfunctory response. The cards seemed less important, and I took for granted the valentine that would always be there. Long past the days of having a mailbox on my desk, I had placed my hopes and dreams in receiving cards and