爷爷的收音机
Grandpa's radio
Name: ________________ Date: ________
Key words
| Word | Pinyin | Meaning |
|---|---|---|
| 台 | tái | station (radio, TV) |
| 工资 | gōngzī | wages; salary; pay |
| 准时 | zhǔnshí | on time; punctual |
| 赶 | gǎn | to hurry; to rush (as in 赶紧) |
| 客气 | kèqi | polite; courteous; to be polite; to stand on ceremony |
| 解释 | jiěshì | to explain; to interpret; explanation |
| 正式 | zhèngshì | formal; official; officially |
| 主意 | zhǔyi | idea; plan |
| 播放 | bōfàng | to play (audio or video); to broadcast; to air |
| 兴奋 | xīngfèn | excited; excitement |
| 忽然 | hūrán | suddenly; all of a sudden |
| 动作 | dòngzuò | movement; action; move; motion |
English (for the teacher)
Grandpa has an old radio that's older than I am; he bought it with his first month's wages when he was young. Every night at nine on the dot he switches it on to listen to a programme of old stories. The presenter's voice is low and slow. Grandpa says that if he listens for a while, he drifts off to sleep.
After Grandma died, that programme became Grandpa's best friend. He doesn't use a smartphone and hardly watches TV; the only thing he trusts is this radio.
One evening last autumn, Grandpa phoned me, sounding anxious: “The radio's broken! It's nine o'clock and all that's coming out is hiss.”
First thing the next morning I hurried over. The radio wasn't broken. I looked online and found out the programme had been taken off the air. Then I phoned the station, and a member of staff politely explained that the presenter had retired and the programme had officially ended.
For days I hesitated, not knowing how to tell Grandpa. Every night he still switched the radio on at nine, listened to the hiss for a while, and quietly turned it off again.
Later I found the programme's old recordings online, several hundred episodes in all. I came up with a plan: I put the recordings on a tiny player, set it to play automatically at nine every night, and secretly hid it in the back of the radio.
That night Grandpa phoned me, as excited as a child: “It's fixed! I can listen again!”
After that I went to Grandpa's once a week, on the excuse of “checking the radio”, when really I was secretly charging the player. Every time, Grandpa made braised pork specially for me, and watched me busy myself behind the radio without asking a thing.
One day, when I was “checking” again, Grandpa suddenly said: “This programme's wonderful, exactly the same as before. Even the weather forecast's exactly the same.”
My hands stopped.
“Yesterday it said heavy snow tomorrow,” Grandpa said slowly. “But it's over thirty degrees outside.”
My face went red, and I was so embarrassed I didn't know what to say. But Grandpa laughed and put a bowl of braised pork in front of me: “Don't stop. If you don't come to fix it, eating on my own is just no fun.”