新概念第二册三单元原文

PreviewChoosing a life-long partner can be one of the most challenging communication tasks for many people. Staying with that partner during sickness and health, in hard times and in good times, takes much skill and patience beyond the initial love that brings two people together. In this unit you will meet Gail and Mark who face the added problems that two different races bring to a marriage. You will observe how both cultures miss understanding each other’s customs when you read about Rich’s first meeting with his girlfriend’s Chinese family. Finally, you will learn some traditional ideas about marriage practiced by different cultures around the world.Gail and I imagined a quiet wedding. During our two years togetherwe had experienced the usual ups and downs of a couplelearning to know, understand, and respect each other. Butthrough it all we had honestly confronted the weaknesses andstrengths of each other's characters.Our racial and cultural differences enhanced our relationshipand taught us a great deal about tolerance, compromise, andbeing open with each other. Gail sometimes wondered why I andother blacks were so involved with the racial issue, and I wassurprised that she seemed to forget the subtler forms of racialhatred in American society.Gail and I had no illusions about what the future held for us as amarried, mixed couple in America. The continual source of ourstrength was our mutual trust and respect.We wanted to avoid the mistake made by many couples ofmarrying for the wrong reasons, and only finding out ten, twenty, orthirty years later that they were incompatible, that they hardly tookthe time to know each other, that they overlooked seriouspersonality conflicts in the expectation that marriage was anautomatic way to make everything work out right. That pointwas emphasized by the fact that Gail's parents, after thirty-fiveyears of marriage, were going through a bitter and painful divorce,which had destroyed Gail and for a time had a negative effect on our budding relationship.When Gail spread the news of our wedding plans to her family shemet with some resistance. Her mother, Deborah, all along had been supportive of our relationship, and even joked about when we were going to get married so she could have grandchildren.Instead of congratulations upon hearing our news, Deborah counseled Gail to be really sure she was doing the right thing. "So it was all right for me to date him, but it's wrong for me tomarry him. Is his color the problem, Mom?" Gail subsequentlytold me she had asked her mother."To start with I must admit that at first I harbored reservationsabout a mixed marriage, prejudices you might even call them. Butwhen I met Mark I found him a charming and intelligent youngguy. Any mother would be proud to have him for a son-in-law. So, color has nothing to do with it. Yes, my friends talk. Some evenexpress shock at what you're doing. But they live in a different world. So you see, Mark's color is not the problem. My biggest worry is that you may be marrying Mark for the same wrong reasons that I married your father. When we met I saw him as mybeloved, intelligent, charming, and caring. It was all so new, all so exciting, and we both thought, on the surface at least, that ourswas an ideal marriage with every indication that it would last forever. I realized only later that I didn't know my beloved, your father, very well when we married.""But Mark and I have been together more than two years," Gail railed. "We've been through so much together. We've seen each other at our worst many times. I'm sure that time will only confirm what we feel deeply about each other.""You may be right. But I still think that waiting won't hurt. You'reonly twenty-five."Gail's father, David, whom I had not yet met personally,approached our decision with a father-knows-best attitude. He basically asked the same questions as Gail's mother: "Why thehaste? Who is this Mark? What's his citizenship status?" Andwhen he learned of my problems with the Citizenship Department,he immediately suspected that I was marrying his daughter in order to remain in the United States."But Dad, that's harsh," Gail said."Then why the rush? Buy time, buy time," he remarkedrepeatedly."Mark has had problems with citizenship before and has always taken care of them himself," Gail defended. " In fact, he made it very clear when we were discussing marriage that if I had any doubts about anything, I should not hesitate to cancel our plans." Her father proceeded to quote statistics showing that mixedcouples had higher divorce rates than couples of the same race and gave examples of mixed couples he had counseled who were having marital difficulties."Have you thought about the hardships your children would gothrough?" he asked."Dad, are you a racist?""No, of course not. But you have to be realistic.""Maybe our children will have some problems, but whose children don't? But one thing they'll always have: our love and devotion." "That's idealistic. People can be very cruel toward children frommixed marriages.""Dad, we'll worry about that when the time comes. If we had toresolve all doubt before we acted, very little would ever get done." "Remember, it's never too late to change your mind."Words: 809After much thought, I came up with a brilliant plan for Rich tomeet my mother and win her over. In fact, I arranged it so my mother would want to cook a meal especially for him.One day, my mother called me, to invite me to a birthday dinner for my father. My brother Vincent was bringing his girlfriend, Lisa Lum. I could bring a friend, too.I knew she would do this, because cooking was how my mother expressed her love, her pride, her power, her proof that she knew more than any one else. "Just be sure to tell her later that hercooking was the best you ever tasted," I told Rich. "Believe me." The eve of the dinner, I sat in the kitchen watching her cook,waiting for the right moment to tell her about our marriage plans, that we had decided to get married next July, about seven months away. She was cubing garlic and slicing cabbage into small piecesand chatting at the same time about Auntie Suyuan: "She can only cook looking at directions. My instructions are in my fingers. Iknow what secret ingredients to put in just by using my nose!" And she was slicing so quickly, seemingly not paying attention toher sharp chopping knife, that I was afraid the tips of her fingerswould become one of the ingredients of the purple vegetable and pork dish.I was hoping she would say something first concerning Rich. Ihad seen her expression when she opened the door, her forced smile as she surveyed him from head to toe, checking her judgment of him against that already given to her by Auntie Suyuan. I triedto anticipate what criticisms she would have.Rich was not only not Chinese, he was also my junior, a few yearsyounger than I was. And unfortunately, he looked much youngerwith his curly red hair, smooth pale skin, and the splash of orange freckles across his nose. He was a bit on the short side, compactlybuilt. In his dark business suits, he looked nice but easilyforgettable, like somebody's nephew at a funeral. This was why I didn't notice him the first year we worked together at the firm. But, my mother noticed everything."So what do you think of Rich?" I finally asked, holding my breath. She tossed the garlic in the hot oil which bubbled in a loud, angrysound. "So many spots on his face," she said.I could feel the goose bumps rise on my back. "They're freckles.Freckles are good luck, you know," I felt compelled to defend on his behalf, a bit too heatedly as I raised my voice above the noiseof the kitchen."Oh?" she said innocently."Yes, the more spots the better. Everybody knows that."She considered this a moment and then smiled and spoke in aChinese dialect: "Maybe this is true. When you were young, yougot the chicken pox. So many spots, you had to stay home for tendays. So lucky, you thought."I couldn't save Rich in the kitchen. And I couldn't save him later atthe dinner table either.He had brought a bottle of French wine, something he did notknow my parents could not appreciate. My parents did not evenown appropriate glasses for wine. And then he also made themistake of drinking not one but two frosted glasses full, whileeverybody else had a half-inch "just for taste."But the worst happened when Rich criticized my mother'scooking, and he didn't even have a clue about what he had done.As is the Chinese cook's custom, my mother always madenegative remarks about her own cooking. That night she chose todirect it toward her famous steamed pork and preserved vegetabledish, which she always served with special pride."Ai! This dish not salty enough, no flavor," she complained, aftertasting a small bite. "It is too bad to eat."This was our family's cue to eat some and proclaim it the best shehad ever made. But before we could be so diplomatic, Rich said,"You know, all it needs is a little soy sauce." And he proceededto pour a riverful of the salty black stuff on the china plate, rightbefore my mother's shocked eyes.And even though I was hopeful throughout the dinner that mymother would somehow see Rich's kindness, his sense of humorand charm, I knew he had failed miserably in her eyes.Rich obviously had had a different opinion on how the evening hadgone. When we got home that night, after we put Shoshana to bed,he said modestly, "Well, I think we hit it off A-OK."Words: 792All humans are born into families -- and families begin with the joining together of a man and a woman in marriage. All societies have their own form of marriage. The ideas that we have about marriage are part of our cultural background; they are part of our basic beliefs about right and wrong. As we study marriage, we find that different cultures have solved the problem of finding a spouse in different ways.In traditional Chinese culture, parents made marriage decisions for their children. Parents who wanted to find a spouse for their son or daughter asked a marriage counselor (媒人) to find someone with the right qualities, including age and educational background. Older family members, who understood that the goal of marriage was to produce healthy sons, made the all-important decision of marriage. In traditional Chinese society, sons were important because they would take positions as head of the family and keep the family name alive.As part of our cultural background, beliefs about marriage can be as different as the cultures of the world. The Hopi, a native people of North America, used to have a very different idea about freedom. The Hopi allowed boys to leave their parents' home at age thirteen to live in a kiva, a special home for young males. Here they enjoyed the freedom to go out alone at night and secretly visit young girls. Most boys tried to leave the girl's home before dawn, but a girl's parents usually did not get angry about the night visits. They allowed the visits to continue if they thought the boy was someone who would make a good marriage partner. After a few months of receiving visits, most girls were expecting a baby. At this time they could choose their favorite boy for a husband.The Hopi culture is not the only one that allowed young people to visit each other at night. Some Bavarian people of southern Germany once had a "windowing" custom that took place when young women left their windows open at night so that young men could enter their bedrooms. When a woman was expecting, the man usually asked her to marry him. But women who were not with child after windowing were often unable to find a husband. This was because ability to bear children was a very important requirement for women in this culture, and the windowing custom allowed them to prove their ability to others in the community. Some people are surprised when they learn of this old custom because they think people of southern Germany followed the Catholic (天主教的) religion, which teach marriage is a holy right given by God in order to create children. But the windowing custom is only one example of the surprising views of marriage that have existed around the world.One view of marriage that surprises most of us today was held by John Noyes, a religious man who started the Oneida Community in the state of New York in 1831. Noyes decided that group marriage was the best way formen and women to live together. In this form of marriage, men and women changed partners frequently. They were expected to love all members of the community equally. Children belonged to all members of the community, and all the adults worked hard to support themselves and shared everything they had. Members of the Oneida Community lived together for a while without any serious problems; however, this way of life ended when John Noyes left in 1876. Without his leadership and special way of thinking, members of the community quickly returned to the traditional marriage of one woman and one man.A more famous example of a different style of marriage is found among the Mormons. The group's first leader, Joseph Smith, believed that a man should be allowed to have several wives. As the Mormon church grew, many of the men followed Smith's teaching and married a number of wives. The Mormons believe that it is a woman's duty to marry at a young age and raise as many children as possible. For example, in 1854, one Mormon leader became a father nine times in one week when nine of his wives all had babies. Today the Mormon church teaches that marriage should involve one man and one woman as partners who will be together not only during this life but also forever.Today some men agree with the old custom of having as many wives as desired. Some young lovers today dream of the former freedom of the Hopi, and some wish that a marriage counselor would help them find the perfect mate. Finding a spouse with whom we can spend a lifetime has always been an important concern. Despite all these unusual traditional ways of finding a marriage partner, one idea is the same throughout the world: Marriage is a basic and important part of human life.Words: 818。