大学英语精读：第一册 UNIT 106000字 I first heard this story a few years ago from a girl I had met in New Yorks Greenwich Village. Probably the story is one of those mysterious bits of folklore that reappear every few year, to be told anew in one form or another. However, I still like to think that it really did happen, somewhere, sometime. Going Home 开题报告 /html/lunwenzhidao/kaitibaogao/ They were going to Fort Lauderdale three boys and three girls and when they boarded the bus, they were carrying sandwiches and wine in paper bags, dreaming of golden beaches and sea tides as the gray, cold spring of Now York vanished behind them. 开题报告 /html/lunwenzhidao/kaitibaogao/As the bus passed through New Jersey, they began to notice Vingo. He sat in front of them, dressed in a plain, ill-fitting suit, never moving, his dusty face masking his age. He kept chewing the inside of his lip a lot, frozen into complete silence. 论文代写Deep into the night, outside Washington, the bus pulled into Howard Johnsons, and everybody got off except Vingo. He sat rooted in his seat, and the young people began to wonder about him, trying to imagine his life: perhaps he was a sea captain, a runaway from his wife, an old soldier going home. When they went back to the bus, one of the girls sat beside him and introduced herself. 作文 /zuowen/Were going to Florida, she said brightly. I hear its really beautiful. 简历大全 /html/jianli/It is, he said quietly, as if remembering something he had tried to forget. 总结大全 /html/zongjie/Want some wine? she said. He smiled and took a swig from the bottle. He thanked her and retreated again into his silence. After a while, she went back to the others, and Vingo nodded in sleep.In the morning, they awoke outside another Howard Johnsons, and this time Vingo went in. The girl insisted that he join them. He seemed very shy, and ordered black coffee and smoked nervously as the young people chattered about sleeping on beaches. When they returned to the bus, the girl sat with Vingo again, and after a while, slowly and painfully, he began go tell his story. He had been in jail in New York for the past four years, and now he was going home. 总结大全 /html/zongjie/Are you married? 简历大全 /html/jianli/I dont know. 毕业论文You dont know? she said. 毕业Well, when I was in jail I wrote to my wife, he said. I told her that I was going to be away a long time, and that if she couldnt stand it, if the kids kept askin questions, if it hurt her too much, well, she could jus forget me. Id understand. Get a new guy , I said shes a wonderful woman, really something and forget about me. I told her she didnt have to write me. And she didnt. Not for three and a half years. 论文代写And youre going home now, not knowing? 思想汇报 /sixianghuibao/Yeah, he said shyly. Well, last week, when I was sure the parole was coming through, I wrote the again. We used to live in Brunswick, just Before Jacksonville, and theres a big oak tree just as you come into town, I told her that if she didnt have a new guy and if shed take me back, she should put a yellow handkerchief on the tree, and Id get off and come home. If she didnt want me, forget it no handkerchief, and Id go on through. 思想汇报 /sixianghuibao/Wow, the girl exclaimed. Wow. 思想汇报 /sixianghuibao/She told the others, and soon all of them were in it, caught up in the approach of Brunswick, looking at the pictures Vingo showed them of his wife and three children the woman handsome in a plain way, the children still unformed in the much-handled snapshots.Now they were 20 miles from Brunswick, and the young people took over window seats on the right side, waiting for the approach of the great oak tree. Vingo stopped looking, tightening his face, as id fortifying himself against still another disappointment. 论文代写 Then Brunswick was 10 miles, and then five. Then, suddenly, all of the young people were up out of their seats, screaming and shouting and crying, doing small dances of joy. All except Vingo. 论文代写Vingo sat there stunned, looking at the oak tree. It was covered with yellow handkerchiefs 20 of them, 30 of them, maybe hundreds, a tree that stood like a banner of welcome billowing in the wind. As the young people shouted, the old con slowly rose from his seat and made his way to the front of the bus to go home. NEW WORDS 毕业 mysterious 论文代写a. strange 神密的 毕业论文mystery 毕业n. 毕业folklore 毕业论文 n. 民间传说 论文代写reappear 思想汇报 /sixianghuibao/vi. appear again after an absence 再（出）现 毕业anew 简历大全 /html/jianli/ad. in a new or different way; again 重新；再 毕业论文sometimead. at some uncertain or unstated time 某个时候 作文 /zuowen/tide 作文 /zuowen/ n. 潮汐 作文 /zuowen/vanish 毕业论文vi. disappear 毕业论文ill-fitting 论文