泛读4课文翻译
大英4泛读翻译Book4
创造奇迹的话语“也许等我活到100岁的时候，我会习惯于別人对我做的每件事所釆取的理所当然的态度，” 一位年轻的家庭主妇向她的邻居吐露内心的秘密。
“如果比尔偶尔能对我说儿句好听的话，他会使我的生活更加幸福。
”我们中很少有人1识到我们是络么需更豉励，意识至||我们必须时常感受赞扬的温暖，占则就会失去我们的自信。
我们所有的人都需耍那种被人需耍以及被人仰慕的感觉。
但是除非我们听到别g的赞誉之词，不然我们如何能够知道我们是被他人尊重的朋友或同事呢？任何想改善与他人关系的人仅需表达一种赞同的理• I 解就可以了。
表达这种理解并使他人感到H己的重娈性和价值的方式归结如下：经常在别人身上寻找你可羡慕和赞赏的东西并告知对方。
，我们每个人都有H己的一幅心理图像，一种白我形”,象。
为了获得比较满意的生活，这一H我形象必须是我们能够接受的、能够喜欢的。
当我们对h我形象感到鬥豪时，我们会感到H信并会白由地展示白我。
我们的表现处丁•最佳状态。
而当我们对白我形象感到羞愧时，我们就会设法隐藏它而不是表达它。
我们会变得不友好，难以相处。
诸弋八I“•.敢、、，r f- 一个被唤虚白尊的人的身上会出现奇迹。
他会突然间•更喜欢他人，他会更为善良，与周由的人更容易合作。
•歡:y 1赞扬是上光剂，有助丁•保持他的鬥我形彖明亮闪光。
" 丿=■但这与你赞扬別人有何关系呢？关系多多。
你有能力■让奇迹在另外一个人身上出现。
当你増强他自尊心的时候，你会使他喜欢你.想和你合作。
切斯特菲尔徳爵士向他的儿子提出这样一条不同寻常的建议，耍他效仿徳尼韦奴瓦公爵，“你会发现他是让人们先喜欢他们自己进而才喜欢上他的。
”赞扬的影响确实是巨大的。
一位新牧师戏称教堂为“冰箱”以此来反对批评他的教众对陌生人的冷漠。
相反，他开始欢迎來自讲坛的來访者并吿诉他的教众他们有多么友好。
之后，他提出了他想耍的，能够给人们快乐生活的有好声誉的教会的构想，使教众变得和缓。
他说，“赞扬能使冷情的成员变成热情的人。
新编大学英语四泛读课文翻译
After—class reading 课文翻译(Book 4)Unit 1致命诱惑1英国离奇谋杀案小说的女皇，毫无疑问是阿加莎·克里斯蒂。
虽然作者本人在20多年前就去世了，但她创作的78部侦探小说还是非常畅销。
它们已经被译成了100多种语言，销量超过了20亿册。
2阿加莎的小说无论是在英国还是在其他国家，都如此受人喜爱并不难理解。
她的每本书都构思精巧。
她创造的人物一眼就能辨认出，情节的发展非常规范、准确、流畅。
但最重要的是，她所有的故事都给读者一个谜团。
3克里斯蒂的作品几乎都是以谋杀开场，迫使读者提出这样一个问题：“是谁干的?”，而最后总是水落石出。
读者的乐趣就在于根据故事里隐含的线索顺藤摸瓜，试图在作者揭开谜底之前找到正确答案。
这种模式吸引了人类最强烈的本能——好奇心——而人们对这种模式欢迎的程度没有任何减弱的迹象。
4很多离奇的案子都是由克里斯蒂笔下某个常常出场的侦探破解，例如那个非常自信的比利时人埃居尔·波洛探长，或者是那个显然没有恶意的小老太太马普尔小姐。
她同时也为她的故事创造了一个特有的背景，这一背景，如同她创作的一些人物一样为人们所熟知。
那是处于两次世界大战之间的英国，那儿的小村庄里社区关系紧密，生活安静，或者是城里的阔佬们在乡下的豪宅里度周末。
5这个世界有着严格的社会等级制度。
乡下宅子的主人，很可能是贵族成员，占据着社会的顶层，然后是那些职业阶层：医生、律师和商人。
处于底层的则是一般民众，在书中通常作为仆从、厨师和园丁出场。
当谋杀案发生时，需要调查的嫌疑人不在少数。
6阿加莎-克里斯蒂的世界不是一个完全真实的世界，这就是她的作品还没有过时的原因之一。
这是一个安定、循规蹈矩的世界，然后谋杀案打乱了人们的正常生活。
必须侦破案件，抓住杀人犯，恢复宁静的生活。
7在阿加莎·克里斯蒂一生的大部分时问里，英国的杀人犯都被处以死刑。
因此，她作品中的谋杀案一旦破获，找出了杀人犯，那么他或者她的末日也就到了。
英语泛读教程4unit2ThreeDaystoSee课文和译文
英语泛读教程4unit2ThreeDaystoSee课文和译文第一篇：英语泛读教程4unit 2 Three Days to See课文和译文Three Days to Seeby Helen KellerHelen Keller, blind and deaf from infancy, became a successful lecturer, author and educator with the help of her teacher.In the following essay, she discussed how people should value their ability to see.All of us have read thrilling stories in which the hero had only a limited and specified time to live.Sometimes it was as long as a year;sometimes as short as twenty-four hours.But always we were interested in discovering just how the doomed man chose to spend his last days or his last hours.I speak, of course, of free men who have a choice, not condemned criminals whose sphere of activities is strictly delimited.Such stories set us thinking, wondering what we should do under similar circumstances.What events, what experiences, what associations should we crowd into those last hours as mortal beings? What happiness should we find in reviewing the past, what regrets?Sometimes I have thought it would be an excellent rule to live each day as if we should die tomorrow.Such an attitude would emphasize sharply the values of life.We should live each day with a gentleness, a vigor, and a keenness of appreciation which are often lost when time stretches before us in the constant panorama of more days and months and years to come.There are those, of course, who would adopt the Epicurean motto of “Eat, drink, and be merry;” but most people would be chastened by the certainty of impending death.In stories, the doomed hero is usually saved at the last minute by some stroke of fortune, but almost always his sense of values is changed.Hebecomes more appreciative of the meaning of life and its permanent spiritual values.It has often been noted that those who live, or have lived, in the shadow of death bring a mellow sweetness to everything they do.Most of us, however, take life for granted.We know that one day we must die, but usually we picture that day as far in the future.When we are in buoyant health, death is all but unimaginable.We seldom think of it.The days stretch out in an endless vista.So we go about our petty tasks, hardly aware of our listless attitude toward life.The same lethargy, I am afraid, characterizes the use of all our faculties and senses.Only the deaf appreciate hearing, only the blind realize the manifold blessings that lie in sight.Particularly does this observation apply to those who have lost sight and hearing in adult life.But those who have never suffered impairment of sight or hearing seldom make the fullest use of these blessed faculties.Their eyes and ears take in all sights and sounds hazily, without concentration, and with little appreciation.It is the same old story of not being grateful for what we have until we lose it, of not being conscious of health until we are ill.I have often thought it would be a blessing if each human being were stricken blind and deaf for a few days at some time during his early adult life.Darkness would make him more appreciative of sight;silence would teach him the joys of sound.Now and then I have tested my seeing friends to discover what they see.Recently I was visited by a very good friend who had just returned from a long walk in the woods, and I asked her what she had observed.“Nothing in particular,” she replied.I might havebeen incredulous had I not been accustomed to such responses, for long ago I became convinced that the seeing see little.How was it possible, I asked myself, to walk for an hourthrough the woods and see nothing worthy of note? I who cannot see find hundreds of things to interest me through mere touch.I feel the delicate symmetry of a leaf.I pass my hands lovingly about the smooth skin of a silver birch, or the rough shaggy bark of a pine.In spring I touch the branches of trees hopefully in search of a bud, the first sign of awakening Nature after her winter's sleep.I feel the delightful, velvety texture of a flower, and discover its remarkable convolutions;and something of the miracle of Nature is revealed to me.Occasionally, if I am very fortunate, I place my hand gently on a small tree and feel the happy quiver of a bird in full song.I am delighted to have the cool water of a brook rush through my open fingers.To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug.To me the pageant of seasons is a thrilling and unending drama, the action of which streams through my finger tips.At times my heart cries out with longing to see all these things.If I can get so much pleasure from mere touch, how much more beauty must be revealed by sight.Yet, those who have eyes apparently see little.The panorama of colour and action which fills the world is taken for granted.It is human, perhaps, to appreciate little that which we have and to long for that which we have not, but it is a great pity that in the world of light the gift of sight is used only as a mere convenience rather than as a means of adding fullness to life.If I were the president of a university I should establish a compulsory course in “How to Use Your Eyes”.The professor would try to show his pupils how they could add joy to their lives by really seeing what passes unnoticed before them.He would try to awake their dormant and sluggish faculties.Suppose you set your mind to work on the problem of how you would use your own eyes if you had onlythree more days to see.If with the oncoming darkness of the third night you knew that the sun would never rise for you again, how would you spend those three precious intervening days? What would you most want to let your gaze rest upon?I, naturally, should want most to see the things which have become dear to me through my years of darkness.You, too, would want to let your eyes rest long on the things that have become dear to you so that you could take the memory of them with you into the night that loomed before you.I should want to see the people whose kindness and gentleness and companionship have made my life worth living.First I should like to gaze long upon the face of my dear teacher, Mrs.Anne Sullivan Macy, who came to me when I was a child and opened the outer world to me.I should want not merely to see the outline of her face, so that I could cherish it in my memory, but to study that face and find in it the living evidence of the sympathetic tenderness and patience with which she accomplished the difficult tasks of my education.I should like to see in her eyes that strength of character which has enabled her to stand firm in the face of difficulties, and that compassion for all humanity which she has revealed to me so often.I do not know what it is to see into the heart of a friend through that “window of the soul”, the eye.I can only “see” through my finger tips the outline of a face.I can detect laughter, sorrow, and many other obvious emotions.I know my friends from the feel of their faces.But I cannot really picture their personalities by touch.I know their personalities, of course, through other means, through the thoughts they express to me, through whatever of their actions are revealed to me.But I am denied that deeper understanding of them which I am sure would come through sight of them throughwatching their reactions to various expressed thoughts and circumstances, through noting the immediate and fleeting reactions of their eyes and countenance.Friends who are near to me I know well, because through the months and years they reveal themselves to me in all their phases;but of causal friends I have only an incomplete impression, an impression gained from a handclasp, from spoken words which I take from their lips with my finger tips, or which they tap into the palm of my hand.How much easier, how much more satisfying it is for you who can see to grasp quickly the essential qualities of another person by watching the subtleties of expression, the quiver of a muscle, the flutter of a hand.But does it ever occur to you to use your sight to see into the inner nature of a friend or acquaintance? Do not most of you seeing people grasp casually the outward features of a face and let it go at that?For instance, can you describe accurately the faces of five good friends? Some of you can, but many cannot.As an experiment, I have questioned husbands of long standing about the color of their wives' eyes, and often they express embarrassed confusion and admit that they do not know.And, incidentally, it is a chronic complaint of wives that their husbands do not notice new dresses, new hats, and changes in household arrangements.The eyes of seeing persons soon become accustomed to the routine of their surroundings, and they actually see only the startling and spectacular.But even in viewing the most spectacular sights the eyes are lazy.Court records reveal every day how inaccurately “eyewitnesses” see.A given event will be “seen” in several different ways by as many witnesses.Some see more than others, but few see everything that is within the range of their vision.Oh, the things that I shouldsee if I had the power of sight for just three days!(1634 words)译文假如我有三天光明海伦·凯勒海伦·凯勒自幼就又盲又聋，在老师的帮助下成为一名成功的讲师、作家及教育家。
泛读4翻译
4.黑人中产阶级的负担作为黑人中产阶级的一员，我备受煎熬。
一方面，白人轻拍着我的脑袋（认为我不过是幸运罢了），另一方面，黑人抽打着我的脸（憎恨或嫉妒我所取得的成功）。
这里有一项令很多人至今感到吃惊的发现：一旦获得了同等的机会从事白领的文书工作，黑人和所有人一样地渴望着生活中相同的事物。
这些包括了人们常说的梦想的豪宅，两辆汽车，良好的教育，以及孩子们能够在迪斯尼乐园度假。
事实上，相较于其他美国人而言，我们恐怕更渴望获得这一切，因为大多数黑人已经太久无法享受到这些了。
同时，在我们的“故土”，通常被人们称为贫民窟的地方，仍有相当多的黑人同胞。
他们当中观念陈旧的好战分子无休止地咒骂我们黑人中产阶级，说我们“忘了本”。
我们被指责抛弃了革命，背叛了民族，变成了“奥利奥”——外表是黑的，内心却已被白人同化。
事实是我们不曾忘本，我们也不敢忘本。
我们只不过是奋斗在不同的阵线，并不是厌倦了战争。
或许，我们可能更加痛心，因为我们知道黑人世界和白人世界其实可以融合在一起，成为一个更美好的世界。
只要那些毒品贩子仍然毫不犹豫地利用儿时的友情来找我的麻烦，我就不可能忘本。
当我怀着恐惧回到以前住过的地方，钱包被人抢走时，我不会忘本;当我享用商务午餐却发现服务员是一位老同学时，我也不会忘本。
我回忆起一位从前和我一起玩洋娃娃的女孩，她现在依靠政府救济款抚养五个子女;还有一个住在教堂里的男孩，现在因谋杀罪而入狱;儿时的密友则服食了过量毒品，尸体被发现于我们曾一起玩捉迷藏的小巷里。
这一切怎能令我忘本!我的生活充满了不和谐。
刚刚精神饱满地从巴黎度假归来，很可能一星期后，我就会坐上长途车行驶在熟悉的路上，去南方腹地的穷乡僻壤参加我那老迈的叔父的葬礼。
叔父是个文盲，他生活的圈子方圆不过50英里。
有时，当我拿着公文包在车站等车去上班时，我会碰到我姑母和其他一些清洁女工从车上下来去给我的邻居清扫地板。
但我从未因此感到羞愧。
黑人的进步已远远超出我们最大的期望;我们从没有抱很大希望，因此这进步委实让我们吃惊。
英语泛读教程4课文翻译英语泛读教程4翻译
英语泛读教程4课文翻译英语泛读教程4翻译一个故事是如何酝酿成的呢？据说，我们从一生中的前二十年，或许前五年起就开始写作。
这可能取决于个人，而写作中的很多事都取决于个人。
无论如何，童年和少年时期的清晰印象，或多或少无条件地存在于我们的记忆中，未被解释，不受约束，而且栩栩如生，永不磨灭。
困惑、徬徨、畏惧、喜悦、辉煌和平庸，在各种程度上以各种形式组合在一起。
这些对往事的印象在心中悸动着。
它们在等待什么？是在等待某种圆满的结果？还是对它们特有的真理的认可？似乎它们的创伤需要切开，隐秘的见解需要表露，发现需要与人分享，苦恼需要承认，这种飘渺的美需要形式。
我们就这样背负着各种任务渡过一生。
时而,一个常常是小小的体验，撬开了记忆之门，抓住了这些虽已年代久远，却依然栩栩如生，呼之欲出的印象。
于是，故事就如种子一般开始萌动。
这种经历人人都有，却鲜为人知。
然而，一旦富有创造力的作家有了这种感受，他就会凝神屏息，专注于此，因为他知道这时故事的种子已经萌发并开始了它自己的生命过程。
3食品大战但是一个国家暂时性的禁止，对另一个国家来说就是保护主义，美国对欧盟的行为表示怀疑。
美国和欧盟之间的紧张关系最近加剧，这是因为欧盟决定继续禁止进口美国荷尔蒙饲养的牛肉，而美国则加收欧盟100%食物出口关税。
在这样的激烈争吵中，对转基因食品的禁止让人感觉既是谨慎又是报复。
并且，如果是如此担心转基因产品，那欧盟自己为什么也在种植呢？法国不仅自己生产转基因玉米，并且使用转基因玉米比其他任何一个欧洲国家都多。
横跨大西洋的食品之战在11月召开的世贸组织大会上也许将成为一个重要议题讨论，这对于像蒙生特这样的公司是个好消息。
两年前，公司首席执行长官罗伯特?夏皮诺在生物科技上下了大赌注，他将公司的化工部独立出来专门研究这新科学。
该举措使蒙生特股一度在华尔街受宠，当然现在投资者对该股不再青睐。
一年前，蒙生特股高居63点，而现在却陷在30大几。
11人名移民们起一个美国化或半美国化的姓是一个典型的现象。
英语泛读教程4第三版翻译
1天才与工匠许多人羡慕作家们的精彩小说，但却很少有人知道作家们是如何辛勤笔耕才使一篇小说问世的。
以下的短文将讨论小说的酝酿过程，以及作家是如何将这小说雕琢成一件精致完美的艺术品。
有一次，我在暮色中来到小树林边一棵鲜花盛开的小桃树前。
我久久站在那里凝视着，直到最后一道光线消逝。
我看不到那树原先的模样，看不见曾穿透果核，能崩碎你的牙齿的力量，也看不到那使它与橡树和绿草相区别的原则。
显现在我面前的，是一种深邃而神秘的魅力。
当读者读到一部杰出的小说时，他也会这样如痴如狂，欲将小说字字句句刻骨铭心，不提出任何问题。
但即使是个初学写作者也知道，除那将小说带到世上的文字之外，还有更多的构成小说生命的因素，小说的生命并不始于写作，而始于内心深处的构思。
要创作出有独创性的作品，并不要求懂得创造的功能。
多少世纪以来的艺术、哲学及科学创造都出自人们的头脑，而创造者也许从未想到去关注创造的内在过程。
然而，在我看来，对创造工作一定程度的了解，至少会使我们通过知道两个事实，增长我们处理正在出现的故事的智慧。
首先，天赋不是掌握了技艺的艺术家独有的特性，而是人脑的创造性功能。
不仅所有对技艺的掌握都含有天赋，而且每个人都具有天赋，无论他的天赋发展是何等不充分。
对技艺的掌握是天赋的显现，是经过培养的，发展了的和受过训练的天赋。
你的天赋在最原始的层面上起作用。
它的任务就是创造。
它是你的故事的创造者。
第二，将你的小说带进世界的文字是艺术家的工作，它就和一个泥瓦匠的工作一样，有意识、谨慎而实实在在。
天赋正如理解力、记忆力和想象力一样是我们的精神禀赋中的天然部分，而技艺却不是。
它必须通过实践才能学到，并要通过实践才能掌握。
如果要使在我们内心深处浮现的故事跃然纸上，光彩照人，那么，每个故事都须有感染力极强的优雅文笔。
只有健全的技艺才能使我们做到这一点。
一个故事是如何酝酿成的呢？据说，我们从一生中的前二十年，或许前五年起就开始写作。
这可能取决于个人，而写作中的很多事都取决于个人。
大学英语泛读教程第四册全文翻译
Unit 1Text天才与工匠许多人羡慕作家们的精彩小说，但却很少有人知道作家们是如何辛勤笔耕才使一篇小说问世的。
以下的短文将讨论小说的酝酿过程，以及作家是如何将这小说雕琢成一件精致完美的艺术品。
1.有一次，我在暮色中来到小树林边一棵鲜花盛开的小桃树前。
我久久站在那里凝视着，直到最后一道光线消逝。
我看不到那树原先的模样，看不见曾穿透果核，能崩碎你的牙齿的力量，也看不到那使它与橡树和绿草相区别的原则。
显现在我面前的，是一种深邃而神秘的魅力。
2. 当读者读到一部杰出的小说时，他也会这样如痴如狂，欲将小说字字句句刻骨铭心，不提出任何问题。
3.但即使是个初学写作者也知道，除那将小说带到世上的文字之外，还有更多的构成小说生命的因素，小说的生命并不始于写作，而始于内心深处的构思。
4. 要创作出有独创性的作品，并不要求懂得创造的功能。
多少世纪以来的艺术、哲学及科学创造都出自人们的头脑，而创造者也许从未想到去关注创造的内在过程。
然而，在我看来，对创造工作一定程度的了解，至少会使我们通过知道两个事实，增长我们处理正在出现的故事的智慧。
5. 首先，天赋不是掌握了技艺的艺术家独有的特性，而是人脑的创造性功能。
不仅所有对技艺的掌握都含有天赋，而且每个人都具有天赋，无论他的天赋发展是何等不充分。
对技艺的掌握是天赋的显现，是经过培养的，发展了的和受过训练的天赋。
你的天赋在最原始的层面上起作用。
它的任务就是创造。
它是你的故事的创造者。
6. 第二，将你的小说带进世界的文字是艺术家的工作，它就和一个泥瓦匠的工作一样，有意识、谨慎而实实在在。
天赋正如理解力、记忆力和想象力一样是我们的精神禀赋中的天然部分，而技艺却不是。
它必须通过实践才能学到，并要通过实践才能掌握。
如果要使在我们内心深处浮现的故事跃然纸上，光彩照人，那么，每个故事都须有感染力极强的优雅文笔。
英语泛读教程4__课文翻译
第一单元第一篇"Good words cost nothing, but are worth much,"said Thomas Fuller,the 17th century British scholar.“良言不费分文,但价值甚大,”托马斯说丰满,17th世纪英国学者。
They serve to give encouragement and smooth away differences and misunderstandings, as this article explains.他们服役给予鼓励和克服差异和误解,因为这篇文章解释了。
"Maybe when I'm a hundred,I'll get used to having everything I do taken for granted,"a young homemaker confided to her neighbor.“也许当我一百岁时,我就会习惯吃我做的一切视为理所当然,”一个年轻的家庭主妇被任命她的邻居。
"If Bill would compliment me once in a while, he'd make my life much happier."“如果法案恭维我,偶尔也好,他会使我的生活更幸福。
”Few of us realize how much we need encouragement.我们很少有人意识到我们是多么需要鼓励的。
Yet we must bask in the warmth of approval now and then or lose our self-confidence.但是我们仍然必须沐浴在温暖的批准,否则现在失去自己的自信。
All of us need to feel needed and admired.我们都需要去感觉需要和赞赏。
泛读第四册课文翻译
1.天才与工匠许多人羡慕作家们的精彩小说，但却很少有人知道作家们是如何辛勤笔耕才使一篇小说问世的。
以下的短文将讨论小说的酝酿过程，以及作家是如何将这小说雕琢成一件精致完美的艺术品。
有一次，我在暮色中来到小树林边一棵鲜花盛开的小桃树前。
我久久站在那里凝视着，直到最后一道光线消逝。
我看不到那树原先的模样，看不见曾穿透果核，能崩碎你的牙齿的力量，也看不到那使它与橡树和绿草相区别的原则。
显现在我面前的，是一种深邃而神秘的魅力。
当读者读到一部杰出的小说时，他也会这样如痴如狂，欲将小说字字句句刻骨铭心，不提出任何问题。
但即使是个初学写作者也知道，除那将小说带到世上的文字之外，还有更多的构成小说生命的因素，小说的生命并不始于写作，而始于内心深处的构思。
要创作出有独创性的作品，并不要求懂得创造的功能。
多少世纪以来的艺术、哲学及科学创造都出自人们的头脑，而创造者也许从未想到去关注创造的内在过程。
然而，在我看来，对创造工作一定程度的了解，至少会使我们通过知道两个事实，增长我们处理正在出现的故事的智慧。
首先，天赋不是掌握了技艺的艺术家独有的特性，而是人脑的创造性功能。
不仅所有对技艺的掌握都含有天赋，而且每个人都具有天赋，无论他的天赋发展是何等不充分。
对技艺的掌握是天赋的显现，是经过培养的，发展了的和受过训练的天赋。
你的天赋在最原始的层面上起作用。
它的任务就是创造。
它是你的故事的创造者。
第二，将你的小说带进世界的文字是艺术家的工作，它就和一个泥瓦匠的工作一样，有意识、谨慎而实实在在。
天赋正如理解力、记忆力和想象力一样是我们的精神禀赋中的天然部分，而技艺却不是。
它必须通过实践才能学到，并要通过实践才能掌握。
如果要使在我们内心深处浮现的故事跃然纸上，光彩照人，那么，每个故事都须有感染力极强的优雅文笔。
只有健全的技艺才能使我们做到这一点。
一个故事是如何酝酿成的呢？据说，我们从一生中的前二十年，或许前五年起就开始写作。
这可能取决于个人，而写作中的很多事都取决于个人。
英语泛读教程4unit-2-Three-Days-to-See课文和译文
Three Days to Seeby Helen KellerHelen Keller, blind and deaf from infancy, became a successful lecturer, author and educator with the help of her teacher. In the following essay, she discussed how people should value their ability to see.All of us have read thrilling stories in which the hero had only a limited and specified time to live. Sometimes it was as long as a year; sometimes as short as twenty-four hours. But always we were interested in discovering just how the doomed man chose to spend his last days or his last hours. I speak, of course, of free men who have a choice, not condemned criminals whose sphere of activities is strictly delimited.Such stories set us thinking, wondering what we should do under similar circumstances. What events, what experiences, what associations should we crowd into those last hours as mortal beings? What happiness should we find in reviewing the past, what regrets? Sometimes I have thought it would be an excellent rule to live each day as if we should die tomorrow. Such an attitude would emphasize sharply the values of life. We should live each day with a gentleness, a vigor, and a keenness of appreciation which are often lost when time stretches before us in the constant panorama of more days and months and yea rs to come. There are those, of course, who would adopt the Epicurean motto of “Eat, drink, and be merry;” but most people would be chastened by the certainty of impending death.In stories, the doomed hero is usually saved at the last minute by some stroke of fortune, but almost always his sense of values is changed. He becomes more appreciative of the meaning of life and its permanent spiritual values. It has often been noted that those who live, or have lived, in the shadow of death bring a mellow sweetness to everything they do.Most of us, however, take life for granted. We know that one day we must die, but usually we picture that day as far in the future. When we are in buoyant health, death is all but unimaginable. We seldom think of it. The days stretch out in an endless vista. So we go about our petty tasks, hardly aware of our listless attitude toward life.The same lethargy, I am afraid, characterizes the use of all our faculties and senses. Only the deaf appreciate hearing, only the blind realize the manifold blessings that lie in sight. Particularly does this observation apply to those who have lost sight and hearing in adult life. But those who have never suffered impairment of sight or hearing seldom make the fullest use of these blessed faculties. Their eyes and ears take in all sights and sounds hazily, without concentration, and with little appreciation. It is the same old story of not being grateful for what we have until we lose it, of not being conscious of health until we are ill.I have often thought it would be a blessing if each human being were stricken blind and deaf for a few days at some time during his early adult life. Darkness would make him more appreciative of sight; silence would teach him the joys of sound.Now and then I have tested my seeing friends to discover what they see. Recently I was visited by a very good friend who had just returned from a long walk in the woods, and I asked her what she had observed. “Nothing in particular,” she replied. I might havebeen incredulous had I not been accustomed to such responses, for long ago I became convinced that the seeing see little.How was it possible, I asked myself, to walk for an hour through the woods and see nothing worthy of note? I who cannot see find hundreds of things to interest me through mere touch. I feel the delicate symmetry of a leaf. I pass my hands lovingly about the smooth skin of a silver birch, or the rough shaggy bark of a pine. In spring I touch the branches of trees hopefully in search of a bud, the first sign of awakening Nature after her winter's sleep. I feel the delightful, velvety texture of a flower, and discover its remarkable convolutions; and something of the miracle of Nature is revealed to me. Occasionally, if I am very fortunate, I place my hand gently on a small tree and feel the happy quiver of a bird in full song. I am delighted to have the cool water of a brook rush through my open fingers. To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug. To me the pageant of seasons is a thrilling and unending drama, the action of which streams through my finger tips. At times my heart cries out with longing to see all these things. If I can get so much pleasure from mere touch, how much more beauty must be revealed by sight. Yet, those who have eyes apparently see little. The panorama of colour and action which fills the world is taken for granted. It is human, perhaps, to appreciate little that which we have and to long for that which we have not, but it is a great pity that in the world of light the gift of sight is used only as a mere convenience rather than as a means of adding fullness to life.If I were the president of a university I should establish a compulsory course in “How to Use Your Eyes”. The professor would try to show his pupils how they could add joy to their lives by really seeing what passes unnoticed before them. He would try to awake their dormant and sluggish faculties.Suppose you set your mind to work on the problem of how you would use your own eyes if you had only three more days to see. If with the oncoming darkness of the third night you knew that the sun would never rise for you again, how would you spend those three precious intervening days? What would you most want to let your gaze rest upon?I, naturally, should want most to see the things which have become dear to me through my years of darkness. You, too, would want to let your eyes rest long on the things that have become dear to you so that you could take the memory of them with you into the night that loomed before you.I should want to see the people whose kindness and gentleness and companionship have made my life worth living. First I should like to gaze long upon the face of my dear teacher, Mrs. Anne Sullivan Macy, who came to me when I was a child and opened the outer world to me. I should want not merely to see the outline of her face, so that I could cherish it in my memory, but to study that face and find in it the living evidence of the sympathetic tenderness and patience with which she accomplished the difficult tasks of my education. I should like to see in her eyes that strength of character which has enabled her to stand firm in the face of difficulties, and that compassion for all humanity which she has revealed to me so often.I do not know what it is to see into the heart of a friend through that “window of the soul”, the eye. I can only “see” through my finger tips the outline of a face. I can detect laughter, sorrow, and many other obvious emotions. I know my friends from the feel of their faces. But I cannot really picture their personalities by touch. I know their personalities, of course, through other means, through the thoughts they express to me, through whatever of their actions are revealed to me. But I am denied that deeper understanding of them which I am sure would come through sight of them through watching their reactions to various expressed thoughts and circumstances, through noting the immediate and fleeting reactions of their eyes and countenance.Friends who are near to me I know well, because through the months and years they reveal themselves to me in all their phases; but of causal friends I have only an incomplete impression, an impression gained from a handclasp, from spoken words which I take from their lips with my finger tips, or which they tap into the palm of my hand.How much easier, how much more satisfying it is for you who can see to grasp quickly the essential qualities of another person by watching the subtleties of expression, the quiver of a muscle, the flutter of a hand. But does it ever occur to you to use your sight to see into the inner nature of a friend or acquaintance? Do not most of you seeing people grasp casually the outward features of a face and let it go at that?For instance, can you describe accurately the faces of five good friends? Some of you can, but many cannot. As an experiment, I have questioned husbands of long standing about the color of their wives' eyes, and often they express embarrassed confusion and admit that they do not know. And, incidentally, it is a chronic complaint of wives that their husbands do not notice new dresses, new hats, and changes in household arrangements. The eyes of seeing persons soon become accustomed to the routine of their surroundings, and they actually see only the startling and spectacular. But even in viewing the most spectacular sights the eyes are lazy. Court records reveal every day how inaccurately “eyewitnesses” see. A given event will be “seen” in several different ways by as many witnesses. Some see more than others, but few see everything that is within the range of their vision.Oh, the things that I should see if I had the power of sight for just three days!(1634 words)译文假如我有三天光明海伦·凯勒海伦·凯勒自幼就又盲又聋，在老师的帮助下成为一名成功的讲师、作家与教育家。
泛读第四单元课文翻译revised(1)
老北京的传统庙会据说北京庙会第一次出现是在辽朝，但是根据历史记载，在元朝白云道观举办的庙会是北京地区史上第一个庙会。
北京庙会在明朝得到繁荣发展，在随后的清朝达到全盛时期，成了北京人民最主要的休闲娱乐方式之一。
北京庙会拥有很长的历史，很大程度上是因为她的地理位置和政治地位。
作为五个朝代的首都和维系中原汉族和长城外的游牧部落的重要战略重镇，北京历来是多个民族人民的聚居地；因而多个民族的风俗和传统给北京庙会增添了的多元性和丰富性。
在20世纪70年代末在改革开放之前，由于政治原因，庙会在北京被禁止了十几年。
在1985年，地坛庙会因为保持流行的民间传统同时摒弃迷信陋习而重新举办。
在近几年，北京庙会规模发展更大，其中最受欢迎最有特色的庙会有地坛庙会，颐和园庙会，大观园庙会，厂甸庙会和龙潭湖公园庙会。
地坛庙会，始于1985年，以文化为主题特色。
在保留了传统习俗例如展示供奉品，秀绝技，说评书，美食街和购物街的同时，地坛庙会以老北京民俗文化和北京传统吸引了众多游客。
在春节期间，许多著名老艺人、民俗艺术家、以北京本土文化为创作主题的作家以及相声演员们给大家展示有趣的民俗文化，以他们渊博的知识吸引了边吃边玩的游客们。
在颐和园的苏州街庙会，着重表现了宫廷的传统。
除了宫灯，彩旗和中国结，在苏州街挂上大小不同和形态各异的剪纸作品，让人眼花缭乱。
这个庙会是在乾隆皇帝统治年间首次为皇室家族特地举办的庙会，也被称作“宫廷博览会”。
如今苏州街庙会是因为它综合展示了皇家的传统，江南水乡美景和老北京的民间文化而闻名的。
厂甸庙会有你所期待的庙会的一切，揉合传统和现代的元素。
表演包括武术，杂技，京剧，流行音乐和民族舞蹈。
远近而来的摊主开商卖货，卖书，杂志，油画，玩具，美味的小吃和干鲜水果。
那里有大量美食如插在一米高稻草杆头上的冰糖葫芦，烤红薯和煎年糕诱惑你，你还能发现传统的中国工艺品，例如风筝，彩绘京剧脸谱。
杂技演员和其它表演者在那全天候现场表演吸引着游人。
英语泛读教程4unit_2_Three_Days_to_See课文和译文
Three Days to Seeby Helen KellerHelen Keller, blind and deaf from infancy, became a successful lecturer, author and educator with the help of her teacher. In the following essay, she discussed how people should value their ability to see.All of us have read thrilling stories in which the hero had only a limited and specified time to live. Sometimes it was as long as a year; sometimes as short as twenty-four hours. But always we were interested in discovering just how the doomed man chose to spend his last days or his last hours. I speak, of course, of free men who have a choice, not condemned criminals whose sphere of activities is strictly delimited.Such stories set us thinking, wondering what we should do under similar circumstances. What events, what experiences, what associations should we crowd into those last hours as mortal beings? What happiness should we find in reviewing the past, what regrets? Sometimes I have thought it would be an excellent rule to live each day as if we should die tomorrow. Such an attitude would emphasize sharply the values of life. We should live each day with a gentleness, a vigor, and a keenness of appreciation which are often lost when time stretches before us in the constant panorama of more days and months and years to come. There are those, of course, who would adopt the Epicurean motto of "Eat, drink, and be merry;" but most people would be chastened by the certainty of impending death.In stories, the doomed hero is usually saved at the last minute by some stroke of fortune, but almost always his sense of values is changed. He becomes more appreciative of the meaningof life and its permanent spiritual values. It has often been noted that those who live, or have lived, in the shadow of death bring a mellow sweetness to everything they do.Most of us, however, take life for granted. We know that one day we must die, but usually we picture that day as far in the future. When we are in buoyant health, death is all but unimaginable. We seldom think of it. The days stretch out in an endless vista. So we go about our petty tasks, hardly aware of our listless attitude toward life.The same lethargy, I am afraid, characterizes the use of all our faculties and senses. Only the deaf appreciate hearing, only the blind realize the manifold blessings that lie in sight. Particularly does this observation apply to those who have lost sight and hearing in adult life. But those who have never suffered impairment of sight or hearing seldom make the fullest use of these blessed faculties. Their eyes and ears take in all sights and sounds hazily, without concentration, and with little appreciation. It is the same old story of not being grateful for what we have until we lose it, of not being conscious of health until we are ill.I have often thought it would be a blessing if each human being were stricken blind and deaf for a few days at some time during his early adult life. Darkness would make him more appreciative of sight; silence would teach him the joys of sound.Now and then I have tested my seeing friends to discover what they see. Recently I was visited by a very good friend who had just returned from a long walk in the woods, and I asked her what she had observed. "Nothing in particular," she replied. I might have been incredulous had I not been accustomed to such responses, for long ago I became convinced that the seeing see little.How was it possible, I asked myself, to walk for an hour through the woods and see nothing worthy of note? I who cannot see find hundreds of things to interest me through mere touch.I feel the delicate symmetry of a leaf. I pass my hands lovingly about the smooth skin of a silver birch, or the rough shaggy bark of a pine. In spring I touch the branches of trees hopefully in search of a bud, the first sign of awakening Nature after her winter's sleep. I feel the delightful, velvety texture of a flower, and discover its remarkable convolutions; and something of the miracle of Nature is revealed to me. Occasionally, if I am very fortunate, I place my hand gently on a small tree and feel the happy quiver of a bird in full song. I am delighted to have the cool water of a brook rush through my open fingers. To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug. To me the pageant of seasons is a thrilling and unending drama, the action of which streams through my finger tips.At times my heart cries out with longing to see all these things. If I can get so much pleasure from mere touch, how much more beauty must be revealed by sight. Yet, those who have eyes apparently see little. The panorama of colour and action which fills the world is taken for granted. It is human, perhaps, to appreciate little that which we have and to long for that which we have not, but it is a great pity that in the world of light the gift of sight is used only as a mere convenience rather than as a means of adding fullness to life.If I were the president of a university I should establish a compulsory course in "How to Use Your Eyes". The professor would try to show his pupils how they could add joy to their lives by really seeing what passes unnoticed before them. He would try to awake their dormant and sluggish faculties.Suppose you set your mind to work on the problem of how you would use your own eyes if you had only three more days to see. If with the oncoming darkness of the third night you knew that the sun would never rise for you again, how would you spend those three precious intervening days? What would you most want to let your gaze rest upon?I, naturally, should want most to see the things which have become dear to me through my years of darkness. You, too, would want to let your eyes rest long on the things that have become dear to you so that you could take the memory of them with you into the night that loomed before you.I should want to see the people whose kindness and gentleness and companionship have made my life worth living. First I should like to gaze long upon the face of my dear teacher, Mrs. Anne Sullivan Macy, who came to me when I was a child and opened the outer world to me. I should want not merely to see the outline of her face, so that I could cherish it in my memory, but to study that face and find in it the living evidence of the sympathetic tenderness and patience with which she accomplished the difficult tasks of my education. I should like to see in her eyes that strength of character which has enabled her to stand firm in the face of difficulties, and that compassion for all humanity which she has revealed to me so often.I do not know what it is to see into the heart of a friend through that "window of the soul", the eye. I can only "see" through my finger tips the outline of a face. I can detect laughter, sorrow, and many other obvious emotions. I know my friends from the feel of their faces. But I cannot really picture their personalities by touch. I know their personalities, of course,through other means, through the thoughts they express to me, through whatever of their actions are revealed to me. But I am denied that deeper understanding of them which I am sure would come through sight of them through watching their reactions to various expressed thoughts and circumstances, through noting the immediate and fleeting reactions of their eyes and countenance.Friends who are near to me I know well, because through the months and years they reveal themselves to me in all their phases; but of causal friends I have only an incomplete impression, an impression gained from a handclasp, from spoken words which I take from their lips with my finger tips, or which they tap into the palm of my hand.How much easier, how much more satisfying it is for you who can see to grasp quickly the essential qualities of another person by watching the subtleties of expression, the quiver of a muscle, the flutter of a hand. But does it ever occur to you to use your sight to see into the inner nature of a friend or acquaintance? Do not most of you seeing people grasp casually the outward features of a face and let it go at that?For instance, can you describe accurately the faces of five good friends? Some of you can, but many cannot. As an experiment, I have questioned husbands of long standing about the color of their wives' eyes, and often they express embarrassed confusion and admit that they do not know. And, incidentally, it is a chronic complaint of wives that their husbands do not notice new dresses, new hats, and changes in household arrangements.The eyes of seeing persons soon become accustomed to the routine of their surroundings, and they actually see only the startling and spectacular. But even in viewing the most spectacular sights the eyes are lazy. Court records reveal every day how inaccurately"eyewitnesses" see. A given event will be "seen" in several different ways by as many witnesses. Some see more than others, but few see everything that is within the range of their vision.Oh, the things that I should see if I had the power of sight for just three days!<1634 words> 译文假如我有三天光明海伦·凯勒海伦·凯勒自幼就又盲又聋,在老师的帮助下成为一名成功的讲师、作家及教育家。
英语泛读教程4__课文翻译
第一单元第一篇"Good words cost nothing, but are worth much,"said Thomas Fuller,the 17th century British scholar.“良言不费分文,但价值甚大,”托马斯说丰满,17th世纪英国学者。
They serve to give encouragement and smooth away differences and misunderstandings, as this article explains.他们服役给予鼓励和克服差异和误解,因为这篇文章解释了。
"Maybe when I'm a hundred,I'll get used to having everything I do taken for granted,"a young homemaker confided to her neighbor.“也许当我一百岁时,我就会习惯吃我做的一切视为理所当然,”一个年轻的家庭主妇被任命她的邻居。
"If Bill would compliment me once in a while, he'd make my life much happier."“如果法案恭维我,偶尔也好,他会使我的生活更幸福。
”Few of us realize how much we need encouragement.我们很少有人意识到我们是多么需要鼓励的。
Yet we must bask in the warmth of approval now and then or lose our self-confidence.但是我们仍然必须沐浴在温暖的批准,否则现在失去自己的自信。
All of us need to feel needed and admired.我们都需要去感觉需要和赞赏。
【刘乃银】英语泛读教程4第三版课文翻译
【刘乃银】英语泛读教程4第三版课文翻译英语泛读教程4 第三版主编:刘乃银Unit1天才与工匠许多人羡慕作家们的精彩小说，但却很少有人知道作家们是如何辛勤笔耕才使一篇小说问世的。
以下的短文将讨论小说的酝酿过程，以及作家是如何将这小说雕琢成一件精致完美的艺术品。
有一次，我在暮色中来到小树林边一棵鲜花盛开的小桃树前。
我久久站在那里凝视着，直到最后一道光线消逝。
我看不到那树原先的模样，看不见曾穿透果核，能崩碎你的牙齿的力量，也看不到那使它与橡树和绿草相区别的原则。
显现在我面前的，是一种深邃而神秘的魅力。
当读者读到一部杰出的小说时，他也会这样如痴如狂，欲将小说字字句句刻骨铭心，不提出任何问题。
但即使是个初学写作者也知道，除那将小说带到世上的文字之外，还有更多的构成小说生命的因素，小说的生命并不始于写作，而始于内心深处的构思。
要创作出有独创性的作品，并不要求懂得创造的功能。
多少世纪以来的艺术、哲学及科学创造都出自人们的头脑，而创造者也许从未想到去关注创造的内在过程。
然而，在我看来，对创造工作一定程度的了解，至少会使我们通过知道两个事实，增长我们处理正在出现的故事的智慧。
首先，天赋不是掌握了技艺的艺术家独有的特性，而是人脑的创造性功能。
不仅所有对技艺的掌握都含有天赋，而且每个人都具有天赋，无论他的天赋发展是何等不充分。
对技艺的掌握是天赋的显现，是经过培养的，发展了的和受过训练的天赋。
你的天赋在最原始的层面上起作用。
它的任务就是创造。
它是你的故事的创造者。
第二，将你的小说带进世界的文字是艺术家的工作，它就和一个泥瓦匠的工作一样，有意识、谨慎而实实在在。
天赋正如理解力、记忆力和想象力一样是我们的精神禀赋中的天然部分，而技艺却不是。
它必须通过实践才能学到，并要通过实践才能掌握。
如果要使在我们内心深处浮现的故事跃然纸上，光彩照人，那么，每个故事都须有感染力极强的优雅文笔。
只有健全的技艺才能使我们做到这一点。
一个故事是如何酝酿成的呢,据说，我们从一生中的前二十年，或许前五年起就开始写作。
英语泛读教程4第三版翻译（全）
1天才与工匠天才与工匠许多人羡慕作家们的精彩小说，但却很少有人知道作家们是如何辛勤笔耕才使一篇小说问世的。
问世的。
以下的短文将讨论小说的酝酿过程，以下的短文将讨论小说的酝酿过程，以下的短文将讨论小说的酝酿过程，以及作家是如何将这小说雕琢成一件精致以及作家是如何将这小说雕琢成一件精致完美的艺术品完美的艺术品 。
有一次，我在暮色中来到小树林边一棵鲜花盛开的小桃树前。
我久久站在那里凝视着，直到最后一道光线消逝。
我看不到那树原先的模样，看不见曾穿透果核，能崩碎你的牙齿的力量，也看不到那使它与橡树和绿草相区别的原则。
显现在我面前的，是一种深邃而神秘的魅力。
而神秘的魅力。
当读者读到一部杰出的小说时，他也会这样如痴如狂，欲将小说字字句句刻骨铭心，不提出任何问题。
提出任何问题。
但即使是个初学写作者也知道，但即使是个初学写作者也知道，除那将小说带到世上的文字之外，还有更多的构成小说除那将小说带到世上的文字之外，还有更多的构成小说生命的因素，小说的生命并不始于写作，而始于内心深处的构思。
生命的因素，小说的生命并不始于写作，而始于内心深处的构思。
要创作出有独创性的作品，并不要求懂得创造的功能。
多少世纪以来的艺术、哲学及科学创造都出自人们的头脑，而创造者也许从未想到去关注创造的内在过程。
然而，在我看来，对创造工作一定程度的了解看来，对创造工作一定程度的了解 ，至少会使我们通过知道两个事实，增长我们处理正在出现的故事的智慧。
正在出现的故事的智慧。
首先，天赋不是掌握了技艺的艺术家独有的特性，而是人脑的创造性功能。
不仅所有对技艺的掌握都含有天赋，而且每个人都具有天赋，无论他的天赋发展是何等不充分。
对技艺的掌握是天赋的显现，是技艺的掌握是天赋的显现，是 经过培养的，发展了的和受过训练的天赋。
你的天赋在最原始的层面上起作用。
它的任务就是创造。
它是你的故事的创造者。
最原始的层面上起作用。
它的任务就是创造。
它是你的故事的创造者。
第二，将你的小说带进世界的文字是艺术家的工作，它就和一个泥瓦匠的工作一样第二，将你的小说带进世界的文字是艺术家的工作，它就和一个泥瓦匠的工作一样 ，有意识、谨慎而实实在在。
泛读4天才与工匠的翻译
Many people admire writers for their exquisite stories, but few of them know with what painstaking efforts writers work to bring a story into the world. The following essay discusses the process of conceiving a story and developing it into a perfect work of art.许多人羡慕作家们的精彩小说，但却很少有人知道作家们是如何辛勤笔耕才使一篇小说问世的。
以下的短文将讨论小说的酝酿过程，以及作家是如何将这小说雕琢成一件精致完美的艺术品。
Once on the edge of a woods at twilight I came upon a small peach tree in flower. I stayed there watching until the light was gone. I saw nothing of the tree's origin, nothing of the might which had forced open a pit you could break your teeth on, and nothing of the principle which held it separate from the oaks and the grasses. All that appeared to me was a profound and eerie grace.有一次，我在暮色中来到小树林边一棵鲜花盛开的小桃树前。
我久久站在那里凝视着，直到最后一道光线消逝。
我看不到那树原先的模样，看不见曾穿透果核，能崩碎你的牙齿的力量，也看不到那使它与橡树和绿草相区别的原则。
英语泛读教程4unit-2-Three-Days-to-See课文和译文
Three Days to Seeby Helen KellerHelen Keller, blind and deaf from infancy, became a successful lecturer, author and educator with the help of her teacher. In the following essay, she discussed how people should value their ability to see.All of us have read thrilling stories in which the hero had only a limited and specified time to live. Sometimes it was as long as a year; sometimes as short as twenty-four hours. But always we were interested in discovering just how the doomed man chose to spend his last days or his last hours. I speak, of course, of free men who have a choice, not condemned criminals whose sphere of activities is strictly delimited.Such stories set us thinking, wondering what we should do under similar circumstances. What events, what experiences, what associations should we crowd into those last hours as mortal beings? What happiness should we find in reviewing the past, what regrets? Sometimes I have thought it would be an excellent rule to live each day as if we should die tomorrow. Such an attitude would emphasize sharply the values of life. We should live each day with a gentleness, a vigor, and a keenness of appreciation which are often lost when time stretches before us in the constant panorama of more days and months and yea rs to come. There are those, of course, who would adopt the Epicurean motto of “Eat, drink, and be merry;” but most people would be chastened by the certainty of impending death.In stories, the doomed hero is usually saved at the last minute by some stroke of fortune, but almost always his sense of values is changed. He becomes more appreciative of the meaning of life and its permanent spiritual values. It has often been noted that those who live, or have lived, in the shadow of death bring a mellow sweetness to everything they do.Most of us, however, take life for granted. We know that one day we must die, but usually we picture that day as far in the future. When we are in buoyant health, death is all but unimaginable. We seldom think of it. The days stretch out in an endless vista. So we go about our petty tasks, hardly aware of our listless attitude toward life.The same lethargy, I am afraid, characterizes the use of all our faculties and senses. Only the deaf appreciate hearing, only the blind realize the manifold blessings that lie in sight. Particularly does this observation apply to those who have lost sight and hearing in adult life. But those who have never suffered impairment of sight or hearing seldom make the fullest use of these blessed faculties. Their eyes and ears take in all sights and sounds hazily, without concentration, and with little appreciation. It is the same old story of not being grateful for what we have until we lose it, of not being conscious of health until we are ill.I have often thought it would be a blessing if each human being were stricken blind and deaf for a few days at some time during his early adult life. Darkness would make him more appreciative of sight; silence would teach him the joys of sound.Now and then I have tested my seeing friends to discover what they see. Recently I was visited by a very good friend who had just returned from a long walk in the woods, and I asked her what she had observed. “Nothing in particular,” she replied. I might havebeen incredulous had I not been accustomed to such responses, for long ago I became convinced that the seeing see little.How was it possible, I asked myself, to walk for an hour through the woods and see nothing worthy of note? I who cannot see find hundreds of things to interest me through mere touch. I feel the delicate symmetry of a leaf. I pass my hands lovingly about the smooth skin of a silver birch, or the rough shaggy bark of a pine. In spring I touch the branches of trees hopefully in search of a bud, the first sign of awakening Nature after her winter's sleep. I feel the delightful, velvety texture of a flower, and discover its remarkable convolutions; and something of the miracle of Nature is revealed to me. Occasionally, if I am very fortunate, I place my hand gently on a small tree and feel the happy quiver of a bird in full song. I am delighted to have the cool water of a brook rush through my open fingers. To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug. To me the pageant of seasons is a thrilling and unending drama, the action of which streams through my finger tips. At times my heart cries out with longing to see all these things. If I can get so much pleasure from mere touch, how much more beauty must be revealed by sight. Yet, those who have eyes apparently see little. The panorama of colour and action which fills the world is taken for granted. It is human, perhaps, to appreciate little that which we have and to long for that which we have not, but it is a great pity that in the world of light the gift of sight is used only as a mere convenience rather than as a means of adding fullness to life.If I were the president of a university I should establish a compulsory course in “How to Use Your Eyes”. The professor would try to show his pupils how they could add joy to their lives by really seeing what passes unnoticed before them. He would try to awake their dormant and sluggish faculties.Suppose you set your mind to work on the problem of how you would use your own eyes if you had only three more days to see. If with the oncoming darkness of the third night you knew that the sun would never rise for you again, how would you spend those three precious intervening days? What would you most want to let your gaze rest upon?I, naturally, should want most to see the things which have become dear to me through my years of darkness. You, too, would want to let your eyes rest long on the things that have become dear to you so that you could take the memory of them with you into the night that loomed before you.I should want to see the people whose kindness and gentleness and companionship have made my life worth living. First I should like to gaze long upon the face of my dear teacher, Mrs. Anne Sullivan Macy, who came to me when I was a child and opened the outer world to me. I should want not merely to see the outline of her face, so that I could cherish it in my memory, but to study that face and find in it the living evidence of the sympathetic tenderness and patience with which she accomplished the difficult tasks of my education. I should like to see in her eyes that strength of character which has enabled her to stand firm in the face of difficulties, and that compassion for all humanity which she has revealed to me so often.I do not know what it is to see into the heart of a friend through that “window of the soul”, the eye. I can only “see” through my finger tips the outline of a face. I can detect laughter, sorrow, and many other obvious emotions. I know my friends from the feel of their faces. But I cannot really picture their personalities by touch. I know their personalities, of course, through other means, through the thoughts they express to me, through whatever of their actions are revealed to me. But I am denied that deeper understanding of them which I am sure would come through sight of them through watching their reactions to various expressed thoughts and circumstances, through noting the immediate and fleeting reactions of their eyes and countenance.Friends who are near to me I know well, because through the months and years they reveal themselves to me in all their phases; but of causal friends I have only an incomplete impression, an impression gained from a handclasp, from spoken words which I take from their lips with my finger tips, or which they tap into the palm of my hand.How much easier, how much more satisfying it is for you who can see to grasp quickly the essential qualities of another person by watching the subtleties of expression, the quiver of a muscle, the flutter of a hand. But does it ever occur to you to use your sight to see into the inner nature of a friend or acquaintance? Do not most of you seeing people grasp casually the outward features of a face and let it go at that?For instance, can you describe accurately the faces of five good friends? Some of you can, but many cannot. As an experiment, I have questioned husbands of long standing about the color of their wives' eyes, and often they express embarrassed confusion and admit that they do not know. And, incidentally, it is a chronic complaint of wives that their husbands do not notice new dresses, new hats, and changes in household arrangements. The eyes of seeing persons soon become accustomed to the routine of their surroundings, and they actually see only the startling and spectacular. But even in viewing the most spectacular sights the eyes are lazy. Court records reveal every day how inaccurately “eyewitnesses” see. A given event will be “seen” in several different ways by as many witnesses. Some see more than others, but few see everything that is within the range of their vision.Oh, the things that I should see if I had the power of sight for just three days!(1634 words)译文假如我有三天光明海伦·凯勒海伦·凯勒自幼就又盲又聋，在老师的帮助下成为一名成功的讲师、作家及教育家。
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Unit?1?普通人的胜出之道?在大学里，Jim似乎是一个非常优秀的快速成功者。
他用很少的努力取得很好的等第，他的同学评选他是“最可能成功的人”。
毕业后，他有几个工作可选。
?Jim进入一家大型保险公司的销售部门并且在工作之初表现很好。
但他很快陷入一种停滞不前的状态，随后跳到一家更小的公司，情况同样如此。
厌倦了销售工作，他开始尝试销售管理。
然而之前的模式又发生了：他深受喜爱，被认为是一个能快速成功的人，但他很快就只能像哑炮一样只能发出微弱的嘶嘶声了。
现在他为另外一家公司卖保险，并且疑惑他为什么不能做得更好。
?Joseph?D'Arrigo是另外一个例子。
“我总把我自己看作是一个普通人，”D'Arrigo告诉我。
“我进入寿险这一行，做得还算不错。
我有幸与几个最棒的寿险推销员一起被指任为一委员会委员。
一时间我吓得要命。
”?当他开始了解这些成功者时，D'Arrigo意识到了什么：“他们并没有比我有更高的天赋。
他们也是普通人，只是他们把眼光放高一些，然后找到了实现他们目标的途径。
”他还意识到了更多的东西：“如果其他普通人可以梦想远大的梦想，我也可以。
”现在他自己拥有一个市值数百万美元的专营员工福利的公司。
?为什么像D'Arrigo这样的普通人似乎经常能比像Jim一样的人取得更多的成功呢？为了找出其中的原因，在我作为公司咨询者的工作中，我与超过190个人进行了面谈。
非正式调查的结果为我证实了Theodore?Roosevelt曾经说过的话：“成功的普通人不是天才，他仅仅拥有平凡品质，但他将他的那些平凡品质发展到超出常人的水平。
”?我坚信那些胜出的普通人有以下特点：?懂得自律。
“你不需要成功的天赋，”科罗拉多州丹佛市Porter纪念医院的首席执行官，因扭转经营不善的医院而获得名望的Irwin?C.?Hansen?强调“你的全部所需是一大罐胶水。
你在你的椅子上涂上一些，在裤子的臀部涂上一些，然后坐在上面，坚持做每一件事直到你做到了你自己的最好。
”?一般的成功人士为了将来的收获，甘坐冷板凳且推迟享受。
反观诸多快速成功者，他们期望太多且渴望一蹴而就。
当回报不能立刻兑现时，他们就会变得灰心丧志，愁苦不堪。
?五十年前，一组研究人员开始了一个雄心勃勃的长期研究，他们分析了268个男性大学生的即将走上的人生轨迹。
在这些现在已经年近古稀的老人中，研究人员发现在校表现与工作能力的联系很小。
而一些品质比如“沉着稳重和可以信赖”与“实践能力和组织能力”更为重要。
根据现在主持研究工作的心理医生George?E.?Vaillant?的说法，一个决定性的精神习惯是他所说的“延缓而非放弃满足欲望的能力”。
?财务策划者Frances?Johansen在她的工作上也从人们管理他们的金钱以及事业的方法中领悟到了这个的原则。
她讲述了两对与她商议过的夫妇。
一对是从事专业性工作的夫妇，两人都是大学学历的快速成功者。
“他们每年能赚超过140000美元”Johansen?说“但是他们现在欠债60000美元，并且除了一大堆抵押物和账单之外没有什么能够作为他们努力工作的成果展示。
然后是另外一对40多岁的夫妇，”她继续说道“他们牺牲了他们早先的几年，以最快的速度置办了一个家，之后他们做了些投资并且拥有了很多股票。
现在他们住在一个温馨的家中，也再也不用过那些精打细算的日子了。
”这家的男主人是一个蓝领，“只有一个中学文凭，”Johansen?提到。
“但他十分努力地工作，用自律和耐心一步一步的建立他的事业。
”?表现人们最好的一面。
曾经的南加州大学洛杉矶分校校长，后任《镜报》首席执行官的Franklin?Murphy直率地说：他的成功是建立在别人天赋的基础上的。
“我一直在寻找那些有天赋，能自律的人。
然后培养他们的爱心和忠诚。
我招募他们，激励他们，每当我们取得什么成绩时，我与他们一起分享荣誉。
?Unit?3?乳腺癌幸存者?在今天，由于已经实现和将要实现的医疗技术进步，被确诊患有乳腺癌的女性有很大的机会延续生命。
甚至是那些症状复发的女性也有比以往任何时候更长的生命。
这些成功丝毫不能抵消女性在接受手术化疗放疗时所经历的那可怕的生理与心理的双重挑战。
?作为一个乳腺癌患者，我曾经历过手术化疗和放疗，并且现在十分开心地又活了四年。
这种经历的意义在于它迫使你停下脚步去反思并分析你至今已走过的岁月。
癌症不是闹着玩的，但是那经历带给你了许多许多收获。
通常这些收获只会在人生道路上的一小段中被视为弥足珍贵但是那些确实给生活一种前所未有的衡量快乐的方式。
?当一个一直都很健康的人走到哪都被告知自己患上癌症的时候，她怎么能接受生活中将发生的这一切呢？怎么会呢？你感觉良好看上去也健康而且十分享受生活。
你不可能有癌症！我花了很长一段时间才开始了解这种状况。
转折点就是当我的头发大把掉下的时候。
那时我才真正意识到每个人对我说的每件事情都是真的。
我确实患上癌症。
?现在问题来了，我该做什么呢？对于治疗选择有很多问题需要回答：是否取走医学疗程（我去了），做标准的化疗或有危害的理疗（我选了），等等。
我其中一位肿瘤大夫告诉我，我应该感谢之前那些选择此种疗法的女性，因为剂量选择基于之前的经验。
她说：“今天的幸存者是踩在那些未能幸免的的女性悲伤才活下来的。
”这样看来我下面的推断似乎正确，那就是无论代价如何，我都希望我的经历能够为未来患上乳腺癌的女性带来好处。
?我丈夫和我在网上查了我们能找的所有有关于乳腺癌的东西。
我么浏览了大量的网站，阅读了有关当前最新疗法的文章，每次去看医生钱都带着若干问题。
大夫们要提前准备因为他们无法知道我们将要问些什么。
当医生们看到他们的病人如此积极地配合治疗时他们的反应简直是惊讶。
我们得到了信任，并且这将帮助我们感到可控性因为我们可以理智的讨论治疗方案并更能够作出较为专业的决定。
在整个过程中，我们都是积极的参与者。
?对像你一样的被确诊者，要是这保持乐观，虽然你出本能的害怕。
尽一切可能让自己放得开，大笑，保持自己的外在活力。
所有的这些都将让这充满挑战的情况变得能忍受些。
这对让自身变得善于反思和在人生道路上大踏步的前进都将是绝佳的机遇。
也要找找一直爱我们只是这次可能带给我们点难以置信的礼物的上帝帮忙。
为那些正与乳腺癌作斗争的女性的无限祈祷。
对所有像这样被折磨的人的希望。
?万一你或你的爱人朋友因为乳腺癌将要进行放疗，下面的信息供你参考。
乳腺癌的放射治疗大都是六周，虽然有时候会长一点。
最佳情形是在整个过程中不间断的接受治疗。
很为难的是，射线会灼伤皮肤让它变得干燥，破裂出油。
当这种情况发生的时候通常的解决办法是暂停放射知道皮肤全遇到可以恢复治疗的程度。
作为在医疗领域工作了大半辈子的我本人，我想证明我始终保持皮肤完好以使治疗不会中断，从而收到了最佳效果。
?我知道潮湿伤口愈合法是医学界在一个皮肤康复方面众所周知且公认的概念。
想到到我的病状，我想结合这个概念找到一个解决办法。
羊毛脂似乎是不错之选而事实上确实如此。
在放疗过程中你可以考虑用如下的方法来保养你的皮肤。
?在七周的放射治疗期里，我不再戴文胸而开始穿我丈夫的棉体恤。
每晚睡前我都把羊毛脂放在胸口并把我丈夫的面体恤点在底下睡。
早上我会淋浴，然后接受治疗，而接受完治疗穿衣服前立即把羊毛脂垫在一件干净体恤里面，再套上外罩。
在我整个治疗期中我都坚持这样做。
?这办法十分奏效让我在整个治疗其皮肤都保持完好无损。
我的治疗从未中断。
在放疗中心俄每个人都对我的皮肤能对放射耐受如此感到惊讶不已。
如果你将要接受放疗，你可以考虑用凯尔蓝去保养皮肤。
凯尔蓝像油一样摸起来很粘，但他在实施治疗的放射环境中对保持你身体湿润确实有效。
??Unit?4?White-collar?Sweatshops?Batter?Young?Workers?南希科林斯记得当初她处于生活低谷的日子。
当时她在澳洲为摩根大通做投资银行工作，正在力图同时促成两桩交易。
?她认为自己可以对付这种压力。
毕竟，她的同事给她之前的老板起绰号叫“暗夜王子”，因为他让大家工作到凌晨三点。
她知道自己对手头上的事做得很给力。
然而在有一天夜里，在历经了每天工作18个小时并一直出差的几周后，她踉踉跄跄的在早上7点到了家门。
不是睡觉，而是洗澡。
当她站在水中的时候她自己哭了起来。
在一个25岁的年纪，她正饱尝中年危机。
“我开始思考，生活应该比现在这些多得多。
”她说。
?摩根大通并非唯一一家把自己年轻员工逼疯的公司。
一些高端的咨询机构诸如麦肯锡和波士顿咨询集团以及许多高科技企业都是如此。
他们雇佣从常春藤毕业的最顶尖的学生并与他们达成协议：我们给你每年不低于6万美金的年薪并让你见识公司的奢侈生活，，比如住豪华宾馆乘直升飞机等等。
作为回报，你们必须用生命中精力最旺盛的几十年为公司每周工作70到100个小时。
?别算这笔帐了，这是白领血汗工厂是美国企业最成功的骗局。
假如一个孩子拿到契约奖金和一瓶500美元的香槟，那他是不会觉察到自己每小时只赚了12美元。
这么多年来，只顾自己的公司用压榨员工血汗的方式节省人力成本。
这不是采矿。
这些年轻人对自己即将做的事情心知肚明。
但是他们也足够聪明去考虑这种生活方式是否值得付出那些代价。
由于大量裁员，人们不得不回答这个问题，其答案也许会动摇公司的底线，公司统计专家定会感到不寒而栗。
?自从上个月搬到纽约以来，，我就对华尔街和咨询公司里面工作到累到的态度感到惊讶不已。
一个晚上十点半还在开会的朋友问我是否可以从新安排茶点的时间。
一个周五的宴会从上午九点调到晚上十点只为了能让那些工作很晚的人参与进来。
?人们会抱怨。
好吧，让他们抱怨。
你这周工作了80小时？我工作了90个钟头好吧。
?你睡了四个小时？我在办公室睡的连澡都是在那洗的。
而一个恶心的秘密是，事实上这些苦劳力中有很多人喜欢这样。
这一代人在学校通过攀比完成的任务来竞争地位。
他们中的许多人像旅鼠跳下悬崖一样的投奔美国大公司。
高强度的工作满足了你那种如宗教信仰般的高于自身的需要，每天十六小时的工作让你不必打点凌乱的生活。
?于是在整个经济繁荣期人们纷纷涌向其中。
他们为了节省时间把爱情神码的统统忽视，在周六从海滩上打的回来只因为客户需要那份报表。
Ryan看到人们把睡袋带到办公室，而她的亚马逊网同事甚至不得不提醒对方吃饭。
假期里他要在仓库每12小时倒班值守，然后去做他真正的工作。
老板告诉亚马逊人，他们已经不是刚起步的小公司所以不用每周工作90小时，只要70个小时就可以接受了。
65个小时就谢天谢地了。
?我永远不会领教到每周工作65小时的滋味。
我认为这是可行的，假如你认为你能在公司平步青云，不久就会享受到丰盛的午宴。
你把你的20多岁的年华献给了公司，那么相信这会使你以后变得富有而有地位。
?也可能不是。