2024届高考英语读后续写题源素材精读分析 我父亲的穿着 讲义

WHAT MY FATHER WORE ——From Chicken soup for the soul What my father wore embarrassed me as a young man, I wanted him to dress like a doctor or lawyer, but on those muggy① mornings when he rose before dawn to fry eggs for my mother and me, he always dressed like my father. We lived in south Texas, and my father wore tattered jeans with the imprint of his pocket knife on the seat. He liked shirts that snapped more than those that buttoned, and kept his pencils, cigars, glasses, wrenches and screwdrivers in his breast pocket. My father's boots were government-issues② with steel toes that made them difficult to pull off his feet, which I sometimes did when he returned from repairing air conditioners, his job that also shamed me. I blamed the way he dressed for my social failures. When boys bullied③ me, I thought they'd seen my father wearing his cowboy hat but no shirt while walking our dog. I felt that girls snickered④ at me because they'd glimpsed him mowing the grass ⑴ in cut-offs and black boots The girls' families paid men (and I believed better-dressed ones) to landscape their lawns⑤, while their fathers yachted⑥ in the bay wearing lemon-yellow sweaters and expensive sandals. My father only bought two suits in his life. He preferred clothes that allowed him the freedom to move under cars and squeeze behind broken Maytags, where he felt most content. But the day before my parents' twentieth anniversary, he and I went to Sears, and he tried on suits all afternoon. With each one, he stepped to the mirror, smiled and nodded, then asked about the price and reached for another. He probably tried ten suits before we drove to a discount store and bought one without so much as approaching a fitting room. That night my mother said she'd never seen a more handsome man. Later, he donned the same suit for my eighth-grade awards banquet⑦, and I wished he'd stayed home. After the ceremony, he lauded my award and my character while changing into a faded red sweatsuit. He was st