I hall long cherih the memory of that delightful evening I pent at home. My wife and I had a imple dinner alone, with a pleaant and intereting converation. Then we at at the piano and ang many of our favorite ong. When our throat grew weary, we turned on the tereo and danced to beatiful muic. When our breath became hort, we trolled, arm-in-arm, through our moonlit yard.
I wa o very happy and I longed for more uch evening.
But ala——early the next morning, a truck pulled into our driveway and hattered my hope. It wa the TV repairman.
我会长久怀念在家度过的那个令人愉快的夜晚。我和我妻子两人，一边谈论着令人愉快的有趣话题，一边吃完了简单的晚餐。然后，我们坐在钢琴旁，唱了好多我们喜欢的歌。唱累了，就打开音响，随着优美的音乐翩翩起舞；跳累了，便手挽着手在月光照耀下的庭院里散步。
这太幸福了，我渴望能有这样的夜晚。
然而，唉，第二天一早，一辆卡车驶进了我们家的车道。我的希望破灭了。来的是一位电视维修员。