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Unit-8-Two-Truths-to-Live-By课文翻译

1.生活的艺术就是要懂得何时紧抓、何时放手，因为人生就是个矛盾：在令我们依恋于它所赋予的种种恩赐的同时，它也注定我们最终得放弃这些恩赐。

正如古代的犹太学者们所言：“人降世时拳头紧握，但离世时还得松手。

”2.我们当然要紧抓生命，不仅因为它奇妙无比，而且因为它所蕴含的美已散布到了地球的每个角落。

其实，我们都懂得这个道理，然而我们往往只有在回首过去时才会明白这一点，只是在记起它往昔的美丽时，我们却突然发现已时过境迁了。

3.我们铭记褪色的美、消逝的爱。

但是这种记忆却饱含着苦涩，我们痛惜没有在美丽绽放的时候注意它，没有在爱情到来的时候回应它。

4.最近的一次经历再次使我明白了这个道理。

一次严重的心脏病发作之后，我在重症监护病房住了几天。

那不是个令人愉快的地方。

5.一天上午，我得接受几项额外的检查。

由于所需的检查器械在医院另一头的一幢建筑里，所以我得躺在轮床上被推着穿过院落。

6.在我们从病房出来的瞬间，阳光洒在我的身上，我所感觉到的就只有这阳光。

它是多么美丽，多么温暖，多么闪耀，多么辉煌啊！7.我环视四周，看看是否还有其他人也在享受这金色的阳光，然而所有的人都是来去匆匆，且大多数人眼睛只顾盯着地面。

继而我便想到，我也常常陷于琐事，有时甚至陷入俗物之中，对身边每天的美景也是视而不见。

8.我从这次经历所洞悉的灼见，其实与这次经历本身一样平淡无奇：生命的恩赐是珍贵的—只是我们对此从未留心罢了。

9.因此，对我们有着自相矛盾的要求的人生一方面要求我们：不要过于忙碌而错失生活中的美好和庄严;虔诚地迎接每个黎明的到来；拥抱每一个时辰，抓住珍贵的每一分钟。

10.紧紧把握人生……但又不能抓得过死，松不开手。

这是人生这枚硬币的另一面，也正是其矛盾的另一面：我们必须接受失去的现实，学会如何放手。

11.要学会这点并非易事。

尤其当我们年轻时，以为世界在我们的掌控之中，但凡激情满怀的我们一心想得到的东西，都将属于我们。

但是随着生活的继续，我们面临的种种现实让我们慢慢地明白了生活的第二条真理。

Unit_8_Conflicts_in_the_World课文翻译大学体验英语三

Unit8Conflicts in the WorldPassage AReturn from the CageIt was the open space in Austin that initially overwhelmed me. I couldn't adjust to it. The ease with which I could get in a car and drive to any place left me bewildered and confused. Where were the military checkpoints? Where were the armed soldiers asking for my identification papers? Where were the barricades that would force me to turn back?I had just returned to the United States after an absence of 11 years, during which I lived in a refugee camp in Bethlehem, the town where Christ was born. I was not used to freedom of movement, nor to going more than a few miles without encountering military checkpoints.Getting comfortable with my sudden freedom in Austin was going to take time. I had to adjust to no longer feeling like an animal inside a cage. Most days, I felt utterly dazed. I would spend hours sitting on a stone bench at the University of Texas, staring at the squirrels and the birds. The green lawns brought tears to my eyes.My mind would drift to the refugee camp in Bethlehem, and to 3-year-old Marianna, my delightful ex-neighbor. Marianna has never seen a green lawn in her life and has never seen a squirrel. She lives confined to Bethlehem, forced to remain a prisoner behind the checkpoints and the military barricades. The distance between Marianna's house and Jerusalem is no further than the distance from my South Austin home to downtown. Yet Marianna has never been to Jerusalem and is unlikely to go there anytime in the near future, because no Palestinian can venture into the Holy City without a special Israeli-issued permit, and those permits are almost impossible to come by.But adjusting to my sudden freedom paled in comparison to overcoming my fears and my nightmares. When I left Bethlehem, the second Palestinian uprising against Israel's military occupation was already two months under way. The sound of bomb explosions, gunfire and Apache helicopters overhead lingered in my mind. Hard as I tried, I couldn't shake the sounds away. They were always there, ringing inside my head.Now, in Austin, there were nightmares. I would dream either of friends being shot dead, or see pools of blood spilling from human bodies, or that I myself was the target of gunfire. I would wake up in a sweat, terrified of going back to sleep. During the day, the sound of police or ambulance sirens made me jumpy. Helicoptersflying overhead made me uneasy. I had to constantly remind myself that these were most often civilian and not military helicopters. I had to remind myself that the ambulances were not rushing to the wounded demonstrators.I looked around me, and I wondered if anyone realized, or even knew, that the Apache helicopters being used by the Israeli military to shell innocent Palestinian civilians are actually made in this country! As a writer in Palestine, I had regularly visited bombed-out houses in search of stories. The home of a young nurse sticks out in my mind. A few miles away from the stable in Bethlehem where Christ is said to have been born, her house came under attack by Israeli tanks and was completely burned. I held the remains of some of the tank shells in my two bare hands and read the inscription: "Made in Mesa, Arizona."I wanted to stand on a chair and scream this information to everyone walking through the mall. The tear gas civilians inhale in the Palestinian Territories is made in Pennsylvania, and the helicopters and the F-16 fighter planes are also made in the USA. Yet here in this society, no one appears to care that their tax money funds armies that bring death and destruction to civilians, civilians who are no different from civilians in this country.And I worry about the indifference in this country. I worry because someday, young American men will find themselves fighting another Vietnam War - this time possibly in the Middle East - without a notion of what it is they are doing there. And we will have a repetition of history: Mothers will lose sons and wives will lose husbands in an unnecessary war. I have been repeating this warning in all the talks I have been giving in the past nine months. No one took me seriously. I couldn't understand why young Americans, with their whole futures ahead of them, should go to die in a war they will not understand.逃出牢笼刚回到奥斯丁的时候，使我感到无所适从的是这里的广阔自由天地。

Unit-8-课文翻译

Unit 8 课文翻译P59---3aWhen I first arrived on this island, I had nothing. But I’ve found the ship and made a small boat. I’ve brought back many things I can use---food and drinks, tools, knives and guns.Although I have lost everything, I have not lost my life. So I will not give up and I will wait for another ship. I have already cut down trees and built a house.I go out with my gun almost every day to kill animals and birds for food.I’m even learning to grow fruit and vegetables.当我第一次到达这个岛屿的时候，我一无所有。

但是我发现了这艘大船，然后做了艘小船。

我已经带回来了许多我能够用到的东西---食物，饮料，工具，刀，和枪。

尽管我已经失去了所有，但是我没有失去我的生命。

因此我将不会放弃，我会永远等待另外一艘船。

我已经砍了树，造了房子。

我每天出去几乎都带着我的枪去打动物和鸟来作为食物。

我甚至学习去种水果和蔬菜。

A few weeks ago, I found the marks of another man’s feet on the sand.Who else is on the island? How long have they been here?Not long after that, I saw some cannibals trying to kill two men from a broken ship.One of them died but the other ran towards my house.I helped him killed the cannibals.This man now lives with me and helps me.I named him Friday because that was the day I met him.He is smart and I have already taught him some English.一个星期以前，我发现了另外一个人在沙地上的足迹。

Unit-8-Computers-and-Security课文翻译大学体验英语二

Unit 8 Computers and SecurityPassage A You Are the Weakest Link, Goodbye.Do you remember the good old days? Innocent times spent sharing documents and executable files without a care in the world. Okay, every month or so you might encounter a boot sector virus - but they were easy to deal with even if the anti-virus software didn't pick them up.But those long lazy summers disappeared too fast. Macro viruses made Information Technology (IT) administrators grow up fast as they realized there was a type of virus which could spread very quickly throughout an organization. It wasn't unusual to find hundreds of computers within personal company infected by viruses transmitted via email attachments. The IT staff were amongst the fittest departments in your company, running from Personal Computer (PC) to the next cleaning them up.There had to be a better way. Companies now realize that viruses aren't "urban myths", and can have a serious impact on their operations. They invest in anti-virus software on the desktops, servers and email gateways and even put in place procedures to ensure their anti-virus is up-to-date with the very latest detection routines.It sounds like companies have put in place adequate defenses to protect against viruses. But have they?Anti-virus software detects most of the viruses your users are likely to encounter - often without the user even knowing. However, the software must be updated regularly, preferably daily in any large company. Even then, a very new virus can infect your users. With the rapid transmission of files through networks and the Internet, a virus can spread a considerable distance before it can be identified and protected against. Fortunately, only a few viruses ever do this but the likes of Melissa and the Love Bug can inflict serious damage before their progress is stopped. Whilst employees become suddenly aware during the ensuing media excitement, they soon forget about the virus threat as the stories disappear from the news headlines.This is the danger. Complacency can set in when there is no perceived "action" on the virus front with no global crisis, and the importance of being vigilant about viruses recedes in your users' minds. They forget what the big deal was in the first place - after all, the anti-virus software deals with the viruses, doesn't it? And isn't it the IT department's job to look after this sort of thing?Before you know it your users are opening unsolicited attachments once more, downloading unauthorized software, and putting your company's data and credibility at risk. All because the users think that they are working in a safe environment. Employeessee anti-virus software, firewalls and IT departments as guarantees that their computers will work and will be safe. Of course, there aren't any guarantees. Anti-virus software plays one, albeit important, part in the defense of your company from malicious attack but the security of your computer system is only as strong as the weakest link. And that, more often than not, is the human factor.No employer wants to come across as a killjoy or an ogre. Most will willingly accept that the happiest employees are those who feel that they are respected and trusted by their employer. Many companies accept that employees will send and receive a certain amount of personal email and make the odd personal telephone call.However, the worry comes when employees start risking company security in pursuit of personal amusement. Funny screensavers and games downloaded from the Internet can seem harmless enough but they could easily be harboring a dangerous virus.Software downloaded from the net is often unlicensed and unsupported, and may cause conflicts with existing software in use at your company. Unlicensed, pirated software is an ideal vector for a computer virus. Virus writers and hackers often use such software as the ideal "kick-start" for their virus distribution.It is vitally important that employees be educated about the virus threat but this cannot be a one-off event. The potential threat should always be in the back of an employee's mind and precautionary measures should be taken as a matter of course. There is no harm in reminding people about what could happen if they let their guard down. In the end, education is the key to a virus-free environment and this is a continual process. It may not be the most exciting thing on the agenda but it works.The lesson is simple. You can have the best software in the world protecting your company's defenses; you can even be the biggest IT company in the world; but without your users practicing safe computing they will always be the weakest link.PA 你是最薄弱的环节，再见还记得美好的往日时光吗？在那样的纯真年代，我们共享文档和可执行文件，根本没有半点顾虑。

资料《Unit8课文原文与翻译(素材)译林版八年级英语下册》

译林版八年级下册英语课文及翻译UNIT 8英中对照版Comic strip– What are you going to do, Hobo?霍波，你要去做什么？– Plant trees.种树。

– Will more trees be planted this year?今年要种更多的树吗？– Yes. Trees are good for us.是的。

树对我们很有益。

–OK. I’ll go with you, I like digging in the garden.好的。

我跟你一起去。

我喜欢在花园里挖洞。

– Are you serious?你是认真的吗？–Sure, I’ll plant breadfruit trees. Breadfruit … Yummy!当然。

我要种面包果树。

面包果……好吃！Welcome to the unit– What should we do to live a green life, class?同学们，对绿色生活我们应该做些什么呢？– My dad used to drive me to school, but now we take the underground.More and more families own cars and this causes serious air pollution.我的爸爸以前常常开车送我去上学，但是现在我们坐地铁了。

越来越多的家庭拥有汽车，导致严重的空气污染。

–I agree. It’s wise for people to choose public transport or ride bicycles.我同意。

人们选择公共交通或骑自行车是很明智的。

– I think we can take shorter showers to save water.我认为我们应该缩短淋浴时间，以节约用水。

– Yes. And we should remember to turn off the lights when we leave a room.是的。

Unit-8-My-Forever-Valentine-课文翻译-综合教程一

Unit 8 My Forever ValentineThe traditional holidays in our house when I was a child were spent timing elaborate meals around football games. My father tried to make pleasant chitchat and eat as much as he could during half time. At Christmas he found time to have a cup or two of holiday beer and do his holly shaped bow tie. But he didn't truly shine until Valentine's Day.I don't know whether it was because work at the office slowed during February or because the football season was over. But Valentine's Day was the time my father chose to show his love for the special people in his life. Over the years I fondly thought of him as my "Valentine Man."My first recollection of the magic he could bring to Valentine's Day came when I was six. For several days I had been cutting out valentines for my classmates. Each of us was to decorate a "mailbox" and put it on our desk for others to give us cards. That box and its contents ushered in a succession of bittersweet memories of my entrance into a world of popularity contests marked by the number of cards received, the teasing about boyfriends/girlfriends and the tender care I gave to the card from the cutest boy in class.That morning at the breakfast table I found a card and a gift-wrapped package at my chair. The card was signed "Love, Dad," and the gift was a ring with a small piece of red glass to represent my birthstone, a ruby. There is little difference between red glass and rubies to a child of six, and I remember wearing that ring with a pride that all the cards in the world could not surpass.As I grew older, the gifts gave way to heart shaped boxes filled with my favorite chocolates and always included a special card signed "Love, Dad." In those years my thank-yous became more of a perfunctory response. The cards seemed less important, and I took for granted the valentine that would always be there. Long past the days of having a "mailbox" on my desk, I had placed my hopes and dreams in receiving cards and gifts from "significant others," and "Love, Dad" just didn't seem quite enough.If my father knew then that he had been replaced, he never let it show. If he sensed any disappointment over valentines that didn't arrive for me, he just tried that much harder to create a positive atmosphere, giving me an extra hug and doing what he could to make my day a little brighter.My mailbox eventually had a rural address, and the job of hand delivering candy and cards was relegated to the U.S. Postal Service. Never in ten years was my father's package late nor was it on the Valentine's Day eight years ago when I reached into the mailbox to find a card addressed to me in my mother's handwriting.It was the kind of card that comes in an inexpensive assortment box sold by a child going door to door to try to earn money for a school project. It was the kind of card you used to get from a grandmother or an aging aunt or, in this case, a dying father.It was the kind of card that put a lump in your throat and tears in your eyes because you knew the person no longer was able to go out and buy a real valentine. It was a card that signaled this would be the last you would receive from him.The card had a photograph of tulips on the outside, and on the inside my mother had printed "Happy Valentine's Day." Beneath it, scrawled in barely legible handwriting was "Love, Dad."His final card remains on my bulletin board today. It's a reminder of how special fathers can be and how important it has been to me over the years to know that I had a father who continued a tradition of love with a generosity of spirit, simple acts of understanding and an ability to express happiness over the people in his life.Those things never die, nor does the memory of a man who never stopped being my valentine.永远的情人在我的童年记忆中，每逢节假日我们家总会一起踢足球，然后享用精心准备的晚餐。

新视野大学英语第三版第一册UNIT8课文翻译

新视野大学英语第三版第一册UNIT8课文翻译UNIT8TESTA友情中的性别差异：矛盾还是不矛盾1想到我的好朋友们，我就会用看电影的眼光看待他们。

对男性和女性的拍摄手法是完全不同的。

我对女性朋友的“电影式”记忆是开放的、亲密无间的。

我们交谈着，像磁铁般互相吸引着。

她们直视我的眼睛，她们善解人意，她们用心倾听。

相比较而言，我对男性朋友的记忆是完全不同的另一部影片。

那是一部动作片或者冒险片！对话不多。

习惯性的行动，或者说一系列的动作，弥补了对话及坦诚倾诉方面的不足。

2我回想起我儿时最早的朋友唐纳德。

那时候我还住在欧洲，我家房子附近有一辆战后遗弃的德国旧卡车。

没有轮子，没有挡风玻璃，没有车门。

但是方向盘还完好无损。

我和唐纳德一直开着这辆卡车——也就是我们的“飞机”——“飞往”美国。

即使到现在，我还记得我们每天飞行的那个套路。

我们飞过欧洲，飞越大西洋，去执行救援任务。

那时候的我们单纯，形影不离，有着最好的朋友之间才有的那种高度安全感。

自然，对于我们彼此间显而易见的感情，我们从未吐露过一个字，一切尽付诸行动。

3每天，当我们飞翔在大西洋上空时，总是不可避免地会出现那精彩的时刻：“发动机故障！”我总会对着麦克风大叫，“我们必须跳出去。

”“啊－啊－啊－啊－啊－！”唐纳德发出像发动机出现故障时的声音。

他看了我一眼，说：“我不会游泳啊!”“别怕！我会把你拉上岸的。

”我总是勇敢地回答。

于是，说完这些后，我们两人都从卡车里扑到满是尘土的街道上。

我在尘土中游泳。

唐纳德淹没在尘土中，一边咳嗽，一边大叫：“有鲨鱼！”但我总是会把他救上来。

第二天，我们交换角色，那精心策划的一幕又重复上演。

“我不会游泳啊！”我会喊道，而唐纳德就会来救我。

我俩数百次地把对方从必死的境地中救出，直到最终有一天我家真的要去美国了。

我和唐纳德在火车站呆呆地站着，准备道别。

我们不知道该说些什么，这次我们谁也救不了谁。

于是，当火车驶离时，我俩只是默默地流泪。

研究生英语综合教程UNIT8课文及翻译(含汉译英英译汉)

UNIT81. In the last year, MOOCs have gotten a tremendous amount of publicity. Last November, the New York Times decided that 2012 was “the Year of the MOOC,” and columnists like David Brooks and Thomas Friedman have proclaimed ad nausea that the MOOC “revolution” is a “tsunami” that will soon transform higher education. As a Time cover article on MOOCs put it — in a rhetorical flourish that has become a truly dead cliché — “College is Dead. Long Live College!”2. Where is the hype coming from? On the one hand, higher education is ripe for “disruption” — to use Clayton Christensen’s theory of “disruptive innovation” — because there is a real, systemic crisis in higher education, one that offers no apparent or immanent solution. It’s hard to imagine how the status quo can survive if you extend current trends forward into the future: how does higher education as we know it continue if tuition fees and student debt continue to skyrocket while state funding continues to plunge? At what point does the system simply break down? Something has to give.3.At the same time, the speed at which an obscure form of non-credit-based online pedagogy has gone so massively mainstream demonstrates the level of investment that a variety of powerful people and institutions have made in it. The MOOC revolution, if it comes, will not be the result of a groundswell of dissatisfaction felicitously finding a technology that naturally solves problems, nor some version of the market’s invisible hand. It’s a tsunami powered by the interested speculation of interested parties in a particular industry. MOOCs are, and will be, big business, and the way that their makers see profitability at the end of the tunnel is what gives them their particular shape.4. After all, when the term itself was coined in 2008 — MOOC, for Massively Open Online Course — it described a rather different kind of project. Dave Cormier suggested the name for an experiment in open courseware that George Siemens and Stephen Downes were putting together at the University of Manitoba, a class of 25 students that was opened up to over 1,500 online participants. The tsunami that made land in 2012 bears almost no resemblance to that relatively small — and very differently organized — effort at a blended classroom.For Cormier, Siemens, and Downes, the first MOOC was part of a long-running engagement with connectivist principles of education, the idea that we learn best when we learn collaboratively, in networks, because the process of learning is less about acquiring new knowledge “content” than about building the social and neural connections that will 1. 去年，“大规模在线开放课程”得到了广泛的宣传。

（Unit8）九年级课文翻译及知识点梳理

Unit8你可以帮助清扫城市公园P62 3A《做一名志愿者真好！》七十七中学是三个非常特别的年轻人李慧平，林培，和朱明的家。

这三名学生自愿献出他们的时间来帮助其他人。

这项志愿者工作一个星期要花费他们每个人几个小时，所以这是一个很大的奉献（付出）。

李慧平喜爱阅读，她通过在当地小学的课后关爱（托管）中心工作将这份爱好充分利用起来。

在这儿她帮助孩子们读书。

林培喜爱动物，并计划通过努力学习在毕业后当一名兽医。

他每个星期六早晨都会去一家动物医院工作。

朱明想成为一个职业的歌手。

他要为那些在这个城市生病住院的人们唱歌，让他们开心起来。

“当志愿者真是太棒了！”李慧平说。

“帮助其他人不仅让我感到很快乐（倒装句），而且这也是把时间花在做我喜欢的事情上了。

”林培说他已经学习并掌握了很多动物方面的知识。

朱明说他在医院遇到了一些很令人佩服的人。

这三个学生计划在他们的学校创办一个“学生志愿者计划”。

“不要再犹豫了，”李慧平说。

“现在就来当一名志愿者吧！”本文章的知识点：not only......but （also）P64 3A上个星期，每个人都在想方设法让一个叫Jimmy的男孩开心起来，他是一个“自行车修理能手”。

而就在这个星期，Jimmy终于又开心起来了。

本星期一，他告诉电台记者为了买旧自行车，他已经把钱花光了。

他还张贴了一些告示收集旧自行车，并打电话把这个问题告诉他的朋友们。

他甚至在当地一家超市散发广告传单。

然后他又告诉了学校的老师们有关他的问题，于是他们为家长开设了一部热线。

他想到的这些办法效果非常好。

现在他已有十六辆自行车要修理了，然后把这些车送给没有自行车的孩子们。

P66 SECTION 2 WHILE YOU READ阅读策略：如果你在英语中遇到某些不理解的词或短语，例如，你可以试着问问自己它是什么词性，它可能是个名词，动词，或是一个介词，等等。

知道它是什么可以帮助更好地理解。

理解了它就可以让你在将来正确地使用新的英语单词或者短语。

u8九年级课文翻译

Unit8 SectionB 2b 巨石阵—谁能解释它的纯在？巨石阵，一个岩石圈，不仅是英国的最著名的历史古迹之一，而且是最大的谜团之一。每年，它接待75 万多游客。人们尤其喜欢在六月份去这个地方，因为他们想在一年中最长的一天看日出。许多年来，历史学家认为巨石阵是一座古代领导人试图与神灵沟通的寺庙。然而，历史学家保罗•斯托克认为这不可能是真实的，因为巨石阵建于许多个世纪之前。“这些领导人抵达英国玩得多，”他指出。
Unit8 Section A 2d
妈妈：那么它可能仍然在公园里吗？琳达：是的，我在其他朋友离开之前就早离开了。我认为一定有人捡到了它。现在我将给他们打电话，看看是否有人捡到了它。
Unit8 Section A 3a
发生在我镇的奇事我们住在一个小镇上，并且几乎每个人都彼此认识。它过去一直很安静，这附近未曾发生过什么事。然而，这些天来某件不寻常的事正在我们镇发生。维克托，我的学校的一名教师，非常紧张。城镇报社采访他时，他说：“每天晚上我们都听到窗外有奇怪的噪音。我妻子认为它可能是一种动物，但我和我的朋友们认为那一定是青少年在玩耍。我的父母报了警，但他们没发现任何异常。他们认为那可能是风造成的，我并不这样认为！”
Unit8 It must belong to Carla. Section A 2d 琳达：妈妈，我非常担心。妈妈：为什么？出什么事了？琳达：我找不到我的书包了。妈妈：噢，你最好把它放在哪儿了？琳达：我不记得了！昨天我参加了一个音乐会，所以它可能仍然在音乐大厅里。妈妈：你书包里有什么有价值的东西吗？琳达：没有，只有我的书、粉色发带和一些网球。妈妈：那么它不可能被偷。琳达哦，等等！音乐会后我去野餐了。我记得野餐我还随身携带着书包。

研究生英语课文翻译Unit 8

Is a race of robots possibleA good many technical people become irate when you call a computer a giant brain.They insist that a computer does only what thinking humans have planned to have it do.如果你称一个计算机为“超级大脑”，有很多技术人员会非常生气。

他们坚持认为电脑仅仅会做思考的人们计划让他们做的事情。

Yet one authority states categorically,”A machine can handle information;it can calculate,conclude,and choose;it can perform reasonable operations with information.A machine,therefore,can think.”Famed mathematician Norbert Wiener,of MIT,envisions a machine that can learn and will “in not way be obliged to make such decisions as we should have made,or will be acceptable to us.”Evidently,he thinks machines can think.但一个官方直截了当地表示“一台机器可以处理信息，它可以计算，总结以及选择，它可以用信息进行合理的运算。

因此机器可以思考。

”著名的数学家,麻省理工学院的Norbert Wiener 假象一个机器可以学习，并且“绝不会被迫做出本应由我们做出的或者我们愿意接受的决定”。

很显然，他认为机器可以思考。

人教新版九年级英语Unit8课文翻译以及重难点讲解

P.59 A 3a参考译文我们住在一个小镇上，并且几乎每个人都彼此认识。

它过去一直很安静，这附近未曾发生过什么事。

然而，这些天来某件不寻常的事正在我们镇发生。

维克托，我的学校的一名教师，非常紧张。

城镇报社采访他时，他说：“每天晚上我们都听到窗外有奇怪的噪音。

我妻子认为它可能是一种动物，但我和我的朋友们认为那一定是青少年们在玩耍。

我的父母报了警，但他们没发现任何异常。

他们认为那可能是风造成的，我并不这样认为！“维克托的隔壁邻居海伦也很担心。

“起初，我认为它可能是一只狗，但我没看到狗，也没看见其他任何东西。

所以我猜测它不可能是一只狗。

但它可能是什么呢？”当地的一个妇女看见有个东西逃跑了，但是天黑了，所以她不确定。

“我认为它太大而不可能是一只狗，”她说，“也许它是一只熊或一只狼。

”我们镇的每个人都在感到不安，并且每个人都有他（她）自己的观点。

一定有什么东西闯入了我们社区的住户家中，但它是什么呢？我们不知道。

大多数人希望这个动物或人会径直走开（go away），但我认为它没那么简单。

噪音制造者对于在社区里制造恐惧乐此不疲。

课文重难点讲解：I.must have done sth.表示对过去事情的肯定推测，意为“一定做过某事”，该结构只用于肯定结构e.g.Lily must have done the chores all night,for she looks very sleepy.It must have rained last night,for the ground is wet.I noticed that he did not wear a watch and realized that he must have lost it on his way home.我注意到他没有戴手表,意识到他一定在回家的路上丢了。

II.T here must be sb/sth+动词ing+地点表示“x处一定有x人/x物正在做x 事”e.g.It is too noisy.There must be some people fighting in that office.There must be a girl singing in the field.III.belong to 属于to是介词, 后接名词(短语)或代词(用宾格形式)作宾语。

Unit 8 Knowledge and Wisdom课文翻译综合教程三

Unit 8 Knowledge and Wisdom课文翻译综合教程三Unit 8: Knowledge and Wisdom (abridged)XXXMost people agree that。

although our age far surpasses all us ages in knowledge。

there has been no corresponding XXX。

agreement XXX "wisdom" and consider means of promoting it。

In this article。

I will first explore what wisdom is and then discuss XXX it.Defining WisdomXXX to define because it passes a broad range of qualities。

Some may define wisdom as the ability to make sound XXX and knowledge。

Others may view wisdom as a state of being that involves a deep understanding of the world and one's place in it.XXX WisdomXXX it involves more than just imparting knowledge。

It requires XXX。

critical thinkingXXX.The Role of nXXX。

XXX of knowledge rather than the development of wisdom。

To promote wisdom。

n should emphasize critical thinking。

人教新目标八年级上册英语Unit 8课文翻译

人教新目标八年级上册英语Unit 8课文翻译Unit 8 Section A 1a 部分翻译Language Goal: Describe a process;Follow instructions语言目标：描述一夺过程；按照说明（做事）drink the milk shake喝奶昔pour the milk into the blender把牛奶倒入搅拌器里cut up the bananas切香蕉peel the bananas给香蕉去皮turn on the blender打开搅拌器put the bananas and ice-cream in the blender把香蕉和冰淇淋放入搅拌器1a Write these words in the blanks in the picture above.1a 把这些词语填在上图的空格处。

turn on打开cut up切碎drink喝peel去皮pour倒put放Unit 8 Section A 1b 部分翻译Listen and put the instructions in order.听录音，把操作说明排序。

Turn on the blender.打开搅拌器。

Cut up the bananas.切香蕉。

Drink the milk shake.喝奶昔。

Pour the milk into the blender.把牛奶倒入搅拌器。

Put the bananas and ice-cream in the blender.把香蕉和冰洪淋放入搅拌器。

Peel three bananas.剥三根香蕉。

Unit 8 Section A 2c部分课文翻译Ask and answer questions about how to make fruit salad. 关于怎样制作水果沙拉提问并回答。

A:Let's make fruit salad.A:让我们制作水果沙拉吧。

【良心出品】Unit 8 Love and Resentment 课文翻译

Unit 8LOVE AND RESENTMENTBarbara Bick1. I straightened up from my weeding as the frenzied mutterings of anger reached me from the house. My muscles tightened. The screams were so muffled I could barely hear them. "Get away from me, you filthy slut. Leave me alone."2. I moved cautiously through the overgrown bushes, up against the bathroom window, straining to catch the exact words. I want to understand my daughter. "Shut up! Shut up! You always do everything wrong. Incompetent bitch?" The flushing toilet drowned out the rest. I moved away quickly, shaken once again by her wild outbursts. Sometimes she frightens me when she is clearly out of control. But this time I was reassured; she didn't want me to hear. I bent to my weeding as she opened the screen door. She sat down. Her face was calm and impassive.3. "Can I help you, mother?" she asked as she lighted her umpteenth cigarette of the morning and was shaken by her usual barking cough.4. "Sure. Why don't you pull up some of the weeds between the bricks on the path."5. "Oh, that's too hard," she said and she settled deeper into the deck chair.6. "Damn it, Kathy, why is everything too hard for you? Go ahead, get the stool and do what you can." I snapped at her.7. Damn it yourself, I said to myself. Why did I bring her up here? Why, why, why? Yesterday had been rough. She had hurled accusation after accusation at me. "Why do you always say I'm crazy?" she had yelled. "Don't you EVER tell me I'm a paranoid schizophrenic again. That's all you ever do -- call me crazy and I'm not."8. "Kathy," my voice quieter and quieter as hers rose in crescendo, "I have never called you crazy. Please, Kathy, keep your voice down. Kathy, stop it. Stop it right now!"9. I shook away that memory and rose laboriously. I had just come to the island and so I was eager to clean up my burgeoning garden after a winter's neglect. This is the fourth year I have had this tiny treasure of a house. It was to be my retreat from theharassing city, the social and political commitments I take on each year, the needs of family and friends.10. For three summers I have brought my 40-year-old daughter to the island to spend two weeks with me. Surely, I can live for two weeks with the tension and outbursts. Her life is so limited and mine is so full. A short span of days, really, for me to take care of her; to give her some joy. I have so many days, just for me, after she goes back to the city.11. But I can't. I resent the tension. I lose patience. Sometimes I hate her. What is wrong with me? I am strong and healthy; she is vulnerable and ill. It is always my choice to have her here. But I count the days until she is gone and there are moments when I think, no, not another summer. Why do this to myself? Most of the time I know that these weeks are too important to her; I cannot take them away.12. She doesn't sleep well. Before I came up, I discussed the sleeping problem with her psychiatrist so that he could prescribe some medication. I couldn't bring myself to tell him that I am afraid to be deep in sleep while she is awake. She is not physically violent. In all the 24 years of her illness, she has attacked me only three times. But they remain with me. Each time, her adrenaline-induced strength had overwhelmed me. And no matter how intimate one is with this illness, the primordial fear of madness lurks deep within. The medication the doctor suggested doesn't work and my bedroom here is an open room without a door to lock. So, I sleep lightly these nights. I sense the lights blazing downstairs. I listen to her cough as she smokes and mutters through the long hours. I try to imagine — out of my own healthy body — what it is like to be Kathy.13. Physically, she always feels unwell. The antipsychotic medication has many unpleasant side effects. More than that, she has no empathy with her own body, cannot take care of it. She eats badly, drinks coffee constantly, smokes incessantly, does no exercise. She has perpetual headaches and frequent stomachaches.14. For years she suffered from Crohn's disease, a deep inflammation of the colon, leaving her little or no control of her bowels. She has been plagued and humiliated by accidents in public. People have responded to this affliction by yelling at her, calling her filthy. She has silently accepted the appellation, taken it within her. "Filthy bitch!" she yells at herself. "Go away!"15. I lie awake, my throat tight and aching as I remember the years when her illness was more active, filled with agonizing hallucinations that most of us, during a lifetime, experience for only seconds in our worst, most searing nightmares.16. She had been a normal, beautiful child. The changes began in high school. Kathy started a diary when she was 16 years old. She wrote: "This morning I feel as though someone took a file and sandpaper and scratched off all my epidermis. I feel raw and sore and ugly and dirty and loathsome. I also have a headache and coffee makes it worse. I escape thru dreams and the pressure of returning reality gives me a headache.17. "Something inside me is going thru this funny, alien state, a sense of being at the mercy of some strange force, and this pathetic scarecrow figure inside me at the mercy of other forces. My stomach is empty and gnawing and uneasy as if anything could fall in and break the superstructure I hold up with all my force."18. Kathy did go off to college. The trauma of her breakdown there was followed by the deadening travail of the long search for a psychiatric solution. Then, a decade of daily life in the huge psychiatric hospital, the "crazy house" as she always called it. In those years, she has never been able to draw a deep breath full of good life.19. The daughter I would have had — were it not for this evil illness — exists in embryo in the daughter I do have. After an outburst, she will come and tell me quietly: "I am sorry, mother. I don't want to fight with you."20. "Thank you," she will say: "for giving me a good day."21. To admit the truth, sometimes I trigger her outburst. Like Tuesday, when I came upon her pouring coffee straight from the jar, half filling her cup with the powder and splattering grains over the counter. I ordered her, peremptorily: "Get a spoon, Kathy. Can't you do things normally once in a while!"22. She whirled and, in a shrill tone, screamed: "I am sick of you always telling me what to do. I am an adult and I don't need you to tell me when to go to bed and when to get up." Hysteria building up, she shouted: "You drive everyone to the edge of hemophiliac absurdity!" Magnetic waves of burning energy rushed from her, hit me and I lashed back, "Get out of this house, Kathy. RIGHT NOW, get out!"23. Later, in the evening, she almost whispers to me: "I've washed my hair, done my nails, and I've cleaned up the dinner dishes. I feel much better now." And I feel sad and ashamed. I know her greatest wish is to live with me all of the time, to have me take care of her, cook her good meals every day as I do these two weeks on the island.24. That I will not do. I must live my own life. But I will give her the small chunks of time: the island for two weeks in summer; at home with me at Christmas; a trip to Florida to see her grandparents. I will also allow myself to resent it sometimes. Like my daughter, like all other human beings, I am not spun of one thread. I love and hate the same person.I am responsible and irresponsible. I will do the best I can with the worst I have to live with.爱与恨1. 癫狂愤怒的喃喃自语声从屋子里传出来，我停止除草，站起身来。

Unit8课文原文与翻译(素材)译林版九年级英语上册

译林版八年级上册英语课文及翻译UNIT 8英中对照版UNIT 8Comic stripWhy are you dressed like that, Eddie?艾迪，你为什么穿成这样？I'm a detective.我是侦探。

What's a detective?什么是侦探？A Detective is someone who looks for clues to something important.侦探就是寻找某个重大事件线索的人。

Wow! How cool! What happened? A murder?太酷了！发生谋杀案了吗？No. This is much more serious. My food has gone missing.没有。

这也太严重了。

我只是在找我丢失的食物。

Welcome to the unitThey all say that they're not guilty. Who do you think is nottelling the truth?他们都说自己是无辜的。

你认为谁说了谎话？I guess Jimmy White is lying. He might be the murderer because he lives in Sun Town.我认为吉米·怀特在说谎。

因为他就住在阳光小镇，所以他很有可能是凶手。

I don't think so. Jimmy is helpful, and he was in another place when the murder happened. Perhaps Frank Johnson killed the young man.我不这么认为。

吉米很乐于助人，而且案发的时候他并不在现场。

可能弗兰卡·约翰逊杀了那个男人。

Who's Frank Johnson?谁是弗兰克·约翰逊？He's an office worker of medium height. He looks untidy and nervous.他是一名上班族，中等身高。

Unit-8-The-Discus-Thrower课文翻译综合教程四

Unit 8The Discus ThrowerRichard Selzer1 I spy on my patients. Ought not a doctor to observe his patients by any meansand from any stance that he might take for the more fully assemble evidence? So I stand in the doorways of hospital rooms and gaze. Oh, it is not all that furtive an act.Those in bed need only look up to discover me. But they never do.2 From the doorway of Room 542 the man in the bed seems deeply tanned. Blueeyes and close-cropped white hair give him the appearance of vigor and good health.But I know that his skin is not brown from the sun. It is rusted, rather, in the last stage of containing the vile repose within. And the blue eyes are frosted, looking inward like the windows of a snowbound cottage. This man is blind. This man is also legless ― the right leg missing from midthigh down, the left from just below the knee.It gives him the look of a bonsai, roots and branches pruned into the dwarfed facsimile of a great tree.3 Propped on pillows, he cups his right thigh in both hands. Now and then heshakes his head as though acknowledging the intensity of his suffering. In all of this he makes no sound. Is he mute as well as blind?4 The room in which he dwells is empty of all possessions ― no get-well cards,small, private caches of food, day-old flowers, slippers, all the usual kickshaws of the sick room. There is only the bed, a chair, a nightstand, and a tray on wheels that can be swung across his lap for meals.5 “What time is it?” he asks.“Three o’clock.”“Morning or afternoon?”“Afternoon.”He is silent. There is nothing else he wants to know.“How are you?” I say.“Who are you?” he asks.“It’s the doctor. How do you feel?”He does not answer right away.“Feel?” he says.“I hope you feel better,” I say.I press the button at the side of the bed.“Down you go,” I say.“Yes, down,” he says.6 He falls back upon the bed awkwardly. His stumps, unweighted by legs and feet,rise in the air, presenting themselves. I unwrap the bandages from the stumps, and begin to cut away the black scabs and the dead, glazed fat with scissors and forceps.A shard of white bone comes loose. I pick it away. I wash the wounds withdisinfectant and redress the stumps. All this while, he does not speak. What is he thinking behind those lids that do not blink? Is he remembering a time when he was whole? Does he dream of feet? Or when his body was not a rotting log?7 He lies solid and inert. In spite of everything, he remains impressive, as thoughhe were a sailor standing athwart a slanting deck.“Anything more I can do for you?” I ask.For a long moment he is silent.“Yes,” he says at last and without the least irony. “You can bring me a pair of shoes.”In the corridor, the head nurse is waiting for me.“We have to do something about him,” she says. “Every morning he orders scrambled eggs for breakfast, and, instead of eating them, he picks up the plate and throws it against the wall.”“Throws his plate?”“Nasty. That’s what he is. No wonder his family doesn’t come to visit. They probably can’t stand him any more than we can.”She is waiting for me to do something.“Well?”“We’ll see,” I say.8 The next morning I am waiting in the corridor when the kitchen delivers hisbreakfast. I watch the aide place the tray on the stand and swing it across his lap. She presses the button to raise the head of the bed. Then she leaves.9 In time the man reaches to find the rim of the tray, then on to find the dome ofthe covered dish. He lifts off the cover and places it on the stand. He fingers across the plate until he probes the eggs. He lifts the plate in both hands, sets it on the palm of his right hand, centers it, balances it. He hefts it up and down slightly, getting the feel on it. Abruptly, he draws back his right arm as far as he can.10 There is the crack of the plate breaking against the wall at the foot of his bed andthe small wet sound of the scrambled eggs dropping to the floor.11 And then he laughs. It is a sound you have never heard. It is something newunder the sun. It could cure cancer.Out in the corridor, the eyes of the head nurse narrow.“Laughed, did he?”She writes something down on her clipboard.12 A second aide arrives, brings a second breakfast tray, puts it on the nightstand,out of his reach. She looks over at me shaking her head and making her mouth go. I see that we are to be accomplices.13 “I’ve got to feed you,” she says to the man.“Oh, no, you don’t,” the man says.“Oh, yes, I do,” the aide says, “after the way you just did. Nurse says so.”“Get me my shoes,” the man says.“Here’s the oatmeal,” the aide says. “Open.” And she touches the spoon to his lower lip.“I ordered scrambled eggs,” says the man.“That’s right,” the aide says.I step forward.“Is there anything I can do?” I say.“Who are you?” the man asks.14 In the evening I go once more to that ward to make my rounds. The head nursereports to me that Room 542 is deceased. She has discovered this by accident, she says. No, there had been no sound. Nothing. It’s a bl essing, she says.15 I go into his room, a spy looking for secrets. He is still there in his bed. His faceis relaxed, grave, dignified. After a while, I turn to leave. My gaze sweeps the wall at the foot of the bed, and I see the place where it has been repeatedly washed, where the wall looks very clean and white.掷铁饼者理查德·塞尔泽1 我窥探我的病人。

Unit 8 Honesty 课文翻译

• 中、小学学生过去都知道亚伯拉罕·林肯步行五英里把多收的一分钱还给顾客的故事。我们已经把这类故事看成了神话。但就林肯来说，这故事却是真实的……而不像乔治·华盛顿和樱桃树的故事那样是杜撰的。
• Washington’s first biographer invented the tale of little George saying to his father, “I cannot tell a lie. I did it with my ax.” What is important in both stories, however, is that honesty was seen as an important part of the American character.
• 越来越多的州要求学生通过能力测试以取得中学毕业文凭。很多教育学家担心，更多地利用州级考试将会导致作弊的相应增加。
• A case in point is students in New York State who faced criminal misdemeanor charges for possessing and selling advance copies of state Regents examinations.
• 根据最近的一次民意测验，百分之六十一的美国学生承认曾在考试中至少作过一次弊。人们可以争论说，这样一种回答也许没有多大意义。
• After all, most students have been faced with the temptation to peek at a neighbor’s test paper. And students can be hard on themselves in judging such behavior. However, there are other indications that high school cheating may be on the rise.