Seek the translation of Oxford senior high school English module 3 unit 1 Reading Fog.

When Polly left home that morning, the city was shrouded in a gray mist. At lunch, the radio weatherman reported that the fog would turn into dense fog in the afternoon. At four o'clock, Polly got off work and walked into the fog. She doesn't know whether the bus is still running. There is no bus to King Street.

As soon as she walked into the street, she quickly walked to her original parking station.

"How far are you going?" The bus conductor asked her.

"King Street." Polly replied.

"excuse me, miss." The man replied, "In fact, the fog is too thick for the bus to go that far." Take the subway to the Green Park, where the weather may be better, and maybe you can get a taxi somewhere. "A tall man.

When Polly observed the passengers on the subway, she noticed that she was stared at by a tall man in a black coat. Finally, the train arrived at the Green Park Station. When other passengers got off the bus, she scanned the faces of people around her, but she couldn't find the tall man anywhere. footfall

Polly arrived at the exit of the station, which was empty. The fog outside is like a thick gray cloud. There is no one in the sphere of influence. Polly set out for Park Street. When she walked along the street, she heard footsteps, but when she reached the corner of the street, the footsteps disappeared. Suddenly, Polly felt a rough hand brushing her face. She heard a man's voice say in her ear, "I'm sorry." The man is gone. She could feel her heart beating with fear. A helpful stranger

Then she heard the sound again-soft footsteps behind her. A minute ago, she wanted someone to accompany her. Now she wants to run, but fear keeps her still. Now the footsteps seem to be approaching. Then a man's voice came from the darkness: "Hello?"

Polly paused, and finally she said, "Hello, I think I'm lost."

A few minutes later, a hand reached out and touched her arm. Polly found herself staring at a standing man with his hand on her arm. What she saw was an old man's face.

"Maybe I can help you. Where are you going? " He asked.

"I live at 86 King Street." Polly replied.

"Hold my hand." The man said, "Come with me. You will be all right. " He grabbed Polly's hand and said, "Watch the steps here."

In his other hand, the man is holding a crutch. Polly heard crutches banging on the steps. "I remember some terrible foggy days, but maybe that was before you were born. I can't see your face, but your voice sounds young. How old are you? "

"Just turned 20." Polly said.

"Well, 20 years old! A beautiful era. I was young once. Now we are at the corner. Turn left from here. "

"I'm lost now. Are you sure you know the way? " Polly began to feel afraid again.

"Of course, you really don't have to worry." He held her hand tighter. A grateful helper

"Here we are, King Street." He stopped.

"Thank you very much." Polly said, "Do you want to come in and have a rest?"

"That's very kind of you." The man said, "But I have to go." Maybe more people will get lost today. I am going to help them. You see, such a bad fog is rare. It gave us a reward for helping us on a sunny day. A blind man like me can't cross the road without help except in foggy days like this. "