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随着我国旅游业的发展，旅游管理硕士的需求和热度也不断增加。旅游管理硕士旨在培养具有责任感和职业精神并且理论和技能并存、有国际化思维的人才，因此希望每一位考生认识到这一点并努力备考。新东方在线编辑为大家提供各种复习资料以及备考指导。下文是和大家分享的2015年旅游管理硕士英语阅读专训，并且附有新的词汇点拨，希望对大家有所帮助。
2015年旅游管理硕士英语阅读专训（六）
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They say that blood is thicker than water, that our relatives are more
important to us than others. Everyone was so kind to the old lady on her
birthday. Surely her daughter would make an even bigger effort to please he?
The Present
It was the old lady's birthday.
She got up early to be ready for the post. From the second floor flat she
could see the postman when he came down the street, and the little boy from the
ground floor brought up her letters on the rare occasions when anything
came.
Today she was sure the would be something. Myra wouldn't forget her
mother's birthday, even if she seldom wrote at other times. Of course Myra was
busy. Her husband had been made Mayor, and Myra herself had got a medal for her
work the aged.
The old lady was proud of Myra, but Enid was the daughter she loved. Enid
had never married, but had seemed content to live with her mother, and teach in
a primary school round the corner.
One evening, however, Enid said, "I've arranged for Mrs. Morrison to look
after you for a few days, Mother. Tomorrow I have to go into hospital--just a
minor operation, I'll soon be home."
In the morning she went, but never came back--she died on the operating
table. Myra came to the funeral, and in her efficient way arranged for Mrs.
Morrison to come in and light the fire and give the old lady her breakfast.
Two years ago that was, and since then Myra had been to see her mother
three times, but her husband never.
The old lady was eight today. She had put on her best dress.
Perhaps--perhaps Myra might come. After all, eighty was a special birthday,
another decade lined or endured just as you chose to look at it.
Even if Myra did not come, she would send a present. The old lady was sure
of that. Two spots of colour brightened her cheeks. She was excited--like a
child. She would enjoy her day.
Yesterday Mrs. Morrison had given the flat an extra clean, and today she
had brought a card and a bunch of marigolds when she came to do the breakfast.
Mrs. Grant downstairs had made a cake, and in the afternoon she was going down
there to tea. The little boy, Johnnie, had been up with a packet of mints, and
said he wouldn't go out to play until the post had come.
"I guess you'll get lots and lots of presents," he said, "I did last were
when I was six."
What would she like? A pair of slippers perhaps. Or a new cardigan. A
cardigan would be lovely. Blue's such a pretty colour. Jim had always liked her
in blue. Or a table lamp. Or a book, a travel book, with pictures, or a little
clock, with clear black numbers. So many lovely things.
She stood by the window, watching. The postman turned round the corner on
his bicycle. Her heart beat fast. Johnnie had seen him too and ran to the
gate.
Then clatter, clatter up the stairs. Johnnie knocked at her door.
"Granny, granny," he shouted, "I've got your post."
He gave her four envelopes. Three were unsealed cards from old friends. The
fourth was sealed, in Myra's writing. The old lady felt a pang of
disappointment.
"No parcel, Johnnie?"
"No, granny."
Maybe the parcel was too large to come by letter post. That was it. It
would come later by parcel post. She must be patient.
Almost reluctantly she tore the envelope open. Folded in the card was a
piece of paper. Written on the card was a message under the printed Happy
Birthday -- Buy yourself something nice with the cheque, Myra and Harold.
The cheque fluttered to the floor like a bird with a broken wing. Slowly
the old lady stooped to pick it up. Her present, her lovely present. With
trembling fingers she tore it into little bits.
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发表于 2017-8-6 20:52:34