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Old Joe and his son Tony were on their way to White River to catch some fish. They started on the trip long before the sun came up. Old Joe drove the car. Tony slept in the back seat. Joe enjoyed looking at the empty city streets in the early morning. The cool wind blew pieces of paper across the dark road. These days he often felt as empty as the streets. As he grew older, loneliness became a close friend who was always with him. Outside the city, Joe drove slowly down the river road. The dark sky began to grow lighter. He looked down at his hands and took a deep breath. Not long ago he had worked hard with those hands, but now they did not do much, just drive the car and hold a fishing stick. Farther on he saw something in the middle of the road, he stopped the car. Tony sat up in the back seat. " What' s wrong?" he asked in a sleepy voice. " What' re we stopping for?" |
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lǎo Joe hé tā de ér zi Tony zhèng zài qù wǎng huái tè hé bǔ yú de lù shàng. tài yáng shēng qǐ zhī qián, tā men jiù zǎo zǎo qǐ chéng le. lǎo Joe kāi zhe chē, Tony shuì zài hòu zuò shàng. Joe xǐ huān xīn shǎng dà qīng zǎo kōng kōng rú yě de chéng shì jiē dào. hūn àn de lù miàn shàng, zhèn zhèn liáng fēng chuī qǐ jǐ piàn shù yè. zhèi xiē tiān, tā gǎn dào wú bǐ kōng xū, jiù rú tóng zhè kōng kōng de jiē dào yì bān. suí zhe zì jǐ yuè lái yuè lǎo, gū dú jiù rú tóng yí gè lǎo péng you yì bān shí kè bàn suí zuǒ yòu. chéng wài, Joe kāi chē yán zhe hé biān de xiǎo dào màn màn xíng shǐ zhe. yè sè zhú jiàn liàng qǐ lái. tā dī tóu kàn kàn zì jǐ de shǒu, shēn shēn dì tàn le yī kǒu qì. jiù zài bù jiǔ qián, tā hái yòng zhè shuāng shǒu nǔ lì gōng zuò zhe. dàn xiàn zài, tā men yǐ jīng zuò bù liǎo xǔ duō le, zhǐ néng kāi kāi chē, zhuā zhuā yú gān le. bù yuǎn chù, tā kàn dào lù zhōng yāng yǒu yī xiē dōng xī. tā tíng xià chē, Tony cóng hòu zuò shàng zuò qǐ lái." zěn me le?" tā yòng kùn fá de shēng yīn wèn dào." wǒ men gàn ma tíng xià lái?" |