Adventures in the second grade
At high school,mike’s homespun humour was the cause of much laughter. If truth be known,though, many of his oft repeated stories soon began to ring a little hollow.Still, the lack of respect shown by his classmates did not hinder mike frompersisting with telling his woeful tales. He was one of those people who simplycannot take a hint and would often go on talking until he was hoarse. What therest of us found quite boring, mike thought hilariously funny.
Mikewas different from the rest of our fairly homogeneous group in more ways thanone. Born to a poor family, he would turn up to school in a suit of homespuncloth and consume his lunch of homemade pretzels, washed down with a bottle ofhomogenized milk. Rumour said that his father had died in the holocaust —as somany other victims of mass homicide, this was probably true, as mike was fond ofpaying homage to his ancestors in a little town in centraleurope.
One day in the second grade, our class went on a weekendramble in the countryside. Hitherto, we had never been on such a long excursion,and we were all very much excited as we set out for the hilly expanse of thehinterland behind the river, up and down we walked all day, from hill to hollow.Pleasant as the scenery was, the area was economically backward, with nothingmore than little homesteads, where small-time farmers would still be doingthings like mend the hinges on their barn doors, hoe the soil, hollow out somepiece of wood to make a simple tool or hoist the hay onto their carts byhand.
Hollow adj.空心的，凹隐的 空洞的。Vt.形成空洞，挖空n.洞，山谷