這是一篇英文初級閱讀，故事描述不會英文的主角到西雅圖的第一天。他搭上計程車，到了他租的公寓。公寓很舊，而且沒有家具。不過，對她來說，現在最重要的是食物。尷尬的是，他不會說其他單字，只知道「咖啡」。
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Key Words
| Word | 中文 |
|---|---|
| tired | 累的 |
| heavy | 重的 |
| raining | 下雨 |
| umbrella | 雨傘 |
| taxi | 計程車 |
| driver | 司機 |
| mirror | 鏡子 |
| address | 地址 |
| key | 鑰匙 |
| hallway | 走廊 |
| quiet | 安靜的 |
| hungry | 餓的 |
| outside | 外面 |
| street | 街道 |
| wet | 濕的 |
| counter | 櫃台 |
| menu | 菜單 |
| wallet | 錢包 |
| screen | 螢幕 |
| card | 卡片 |
| minute | 分鐘 |
| cup | 杯子 |
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Key Phrases
| Phrase | 中文 |
|---|---|
| First time in Seattle? | 第一次來西雅圖嗎？ |
| What can I get you? | 您要點什麼？ |
| Small, medium, or large? | 小、中還是大杯？ |
| That’ll be four fifty. | 總共四塊五。 |
| I’ll have that ready in a minute. | 馬上幫您準備好。 |
| Here you go! | 給您！ |
| Enjoy! | 請慢用！ |
翻譯
我在西雅圖。我很累。我的包包很重。
外面在下雨。我沒有帶傘。
我在計程車裡。司機說了什麼。我聽不懂。他又說了一次。「第一次來西雅圖嗎？」第一次。我認識這幾個字。第一次。
「是的，」我說。「是的。第一次。」
他微笑。我在後視鏡裡看到他的臉。他又說了別的什麼。我聽不懂。
我看著窗外。外面在下雨。
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這就是那棟大樓。是棕色的。很舊。我的手機裡有地址。我手上拿著鑰匙。我沒有食物。我在這裡沒有朋友。
走廊很安靜。有一盞小燈。我看著一扇扇門。
這就是我的門。
很小。這間公寓很小。一扇窗。一張桌子。一把椅子。
我坐在地板上。我看著窗外。
我餓了。我需要食物。我需要出去。
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街道是濕的。街上有人。他們走得很快。沒有人看我。那邊——有燈光。有一家店。
聞起來很香。
櫃台後面有一個女人。她看著我。「嗨！你要點什麼？」你要點什麼。你⋯⋯要⋯⋯點⋯⋯什麼。
她在問——你想要什麼？
喔。我看著牆上的菜單。好多字。太多字了。我看到一個我認識的字。咖啡。「咖啡，」我說。
她微笑。「好的！小杯、中杯還是大杯？」小杯。中杯。大杯。
「中杯，」我說。「中杯。麻煩你。」
她笑得更開心了。「選得很好。總共四塊五。」四塊五。我拿出錢包。她指著一個小螢幕。我把卡放上去。
「好了！馬上幫你準備！」一分鐘。好。我等著。
「給你！請慢用！」她把杯子遞給我。
到西雅圖的第一天
I am in Seattle.
I am tired. My bag is heavy.
It is raining.
I have no umbrella.
I am in a taxi. The driver says something. I don’t understand. He says it again.
“First time in Seattle?”
First time. I know these words. First. Time.
“Yes,” I say. “Yes. First time.”
He smiles. I see his face in the mirror. He says something else. I don’t understand.
I look at the window. It’s raining.
This is the building. It is brown. It is old.
I have the address on my phone. I have the key in my hand. I have no food. I have no friends here.
The hallway is quiet.
There is a small light.
I look at the doors.
This is my door.
Small. The apartment is small.
One window. One table. One chair.
I sit on the floor. I look at the window.
I am hungry. I need food.
I need to go outside.
The street is wet. There are people. They walk fast. Nobody looks at me.
There — a light. A shop.
It smells good.
A woman behind the counter. She looks at me.
“Hi! What can I get you?”
What can I get you.
What… can… I… get… you.
She is asking — what do you want?
Oh.I look at the menu on the wall. Many words. Too many words.
I see one word I know.
Coffee.
“Coffee,” I say.
She smiles. “Sure! Small, medium, or large?”
Small. Medium. Large.
“Medium,” I say. “Medium. Please.”
She smiles more. “Good choice. That’ll be four fifty.”
Four fifty. I take out my wallet.
She points at a small screen. I put my card there.
“Perfect. I’ll have that ready in a minute!”
A minute. One minute. Okay. I wait.
“Here you go! Enjoy!”
She gives me the cup.