创新大学英语综合教程unit1、unit2课文翻译
全新版大学英语(第二版)综合教程3课文原文及翻译Unit1-8
目录Unit1 Text A Mr. Doherty Builds His Dream Life 1Unit1 Text B American Family Life: The Changing Picture 4Unit2 Text A The Freedom Givers 10Unit3 Text A The Land of the Lock 14Unit3 Text B Why I Bought A Gun16Unit4 Text A Was Einstein a Space Alien? 21Unit5 Text A Writing Three Thank-You Letters 25Unit6 Text A The Last Leaf 28Unit7 Text A Life of a Salesman33Unit7 Text B Bricklayer's Boy41Unit8 Text A Human Cloning: A Scientist’s Story47Unit8 Text B Second Thoughts on Cloning 50Unit1 Text A Mr. Doherty Builds His Dream Life多尔蒂先生创建自己的理想生活吉姆·多尔蒂Jim Doherty 1 There are two things I have always wanted to do -- write and live on a farm. Today I'm doing both. I am not in E. B. White's class as a writer or in my neighbors' league as a farmer, but I'm getting by. And after years of frustration with city and suburban living, my wife Sandy and I have finally found contentment here in the country.有两件事是我一直想做的――写作与务农。
全新版大学英语(第二版)综合教程1课文原文课文翻译
Unit 1 Growing UPPart Text A Writing for MyselfⅡWhen we are writing we are often told to keep our readers in mind, to shape what we say to fit their tastes and interests. But there is one reader in particular who should not be forgotten. Can you guess who? Russell Baker surprised himself and everyone else when he discovered the answer.我们写作时常常被告诫，脑子里要有读者，笔者所云一定要符合读者的口味和兴趣。
但有一位读者特别不该忘记。
你能猜出是谁吗？当拉塞尔·贝克找到这个问题的答案时，他自己和别人都感到大为惊讶。
Writing for MyselfRussell Baker1The idea of becoming a writer had come to me off and on since my childhood in Belleville, but it wasn't until my third year in high school that the possibility took hold. Until then I've been bored by everything associated with English courses. I found English grammar dull and difficult. I hated the assignments to turn out long, lifeless paragraphs that were agony for teachers to read and for me to write.为自己而写拉塞尔·贝克从孩提时代，我还住在贝尔维尔时，我的脑子里就断断续续地转着当作家的念头，但直等到我高中三年级，这一想法才有了实现的可能。
全新版大学英语综合教程2 unit1 课文翻译
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学习应通过不间断的精心塑造与引导而得以实现，这一观念同样适用于艺术。我们观看了孩子们在教室里学习艺术的情景，他们的娴熟技艺令我们惊讶。年仅5、6岁的孩子就带着成人的那种技巧与自信在画花、画鱼和动物；9岁、10岁的小书法家写出的作品满可以在博物馆展示。有一次去两位小艺术家的家里参观，我们从孩子的父母处得知，他们每天练习数小时以完善他们的技艺。
我很快意识到，这件小事与我们在中国要做的工作直接相关：考察儿童早期教育 （尤其是艺术教育）的方式，揭示中国人对创造性活动的态度。因此，不久我就在与中国教育工作者讨论时谈起了钥匙槽口一事。
两种不同的学习方式
我的中国同行，除了少数几个人外，对此事的态度与金陵饭店工作人员一样。既然大人知道怎么把钥匙塞进槽口——这是处理槽口一事的最终目的，既然孩子还很年幼，还没有灵巧到可以独自完成要做的动作，让他自己瞎折腾会有什么好处呢？他很有可能会灰心丧气发脾气——这当然不是所希望的结果。为什么不教他怎么做呢？他会高兴，他还能早些学会做这件事，进而去学做更复杂的事，如开门，或索要钥匙——这两件事到时候同样可以（也应该）示范给他看。
我们的房门钥匙系在一块标有房间号的大塑料板上。酒店鼓励客人外出时留下钥匙，可以交给服务员，也可以从一个槽口塞入钥匙箱。由于口子狭小，你得留神将钥匙放准位置才塞得进去。
本杰明爱拿着钥匙走来走去，边走边用力摇晃着。他还喜欢试着把钥匙往槽口里塞。由于他还年幼，不太明白得把钥匙放准位置才成，因此总塞不进去。本杰明一点也不在意。他从钥匙声响中得到的乐趣大概跟他偶尔把钥匙成功地塞进槽口而获得的乐趣一样多。
我和埃伦都满不在乎，任由本杰明拿着钥匙在钥匙的槽口鼓捣。他的探索行为似乎并无任何害处。但我很快就观察到一个有趣的现象。饭店里任何一个中国工作人员若在近旁，都会走过来看着本杰明，见他初试失败，便都会试图帮忙。他们会轻轻握紧本杰明的手，直接将它引向钥匙的槽口，进行必要的重新定位，并帮他把钥匙插入槽口。然后那位“老师”会有所期待地对着我和埃伦微笑，似乎等着我们说声谢谢——偶尔他会微微皱眉，似乎觉得我俩没有尽到当父母的责任。
全新版大学英语综合教程4课后翻译（完整版）
全新版大学英语综合教程4课后翻译Unit 11. Mr. Doherty and his family are currently engaged in getting the autumn harvest in on the farm.多尔蒂先生和他的家人目前正在农场忙于秋收。
2. We must not underestimate the enemy. They are equipped with the most sophisticatedweapons.我们不能低估敌人,他们装备了最先进的武器。
3. Having been cut of a job/Not having had a job for 3months, Phil is getting increasinglydesperate.菲尔已经三个月没有找到工作了,正在变得越来越绝望。
4. Sam, as the project manager, is decisive, efficient, and accurate in his judgment.作为项目经理,山姆办事果断,工作效率高,且判断准确。
5. Since the chemical plant was identified as the source of solution, the village neighborhoodcommittee decided to close it down at the cost of 100 jobs.既然已经证实这家化工厂是污染源,村委会决定将其关闭,为此损失了一百个工作岗位。
Unit 21.There was an unusual quietness in the air, except for the sound of artillery in the distance.空气有一种不寻常的寂静,只有远处响着大炮的声音。
2. The expansion of urban areas in some African countries has been causing a significant fall inliving standards and an increase in social problems.在某些非洲国家城市的扩展已经引起生活水平相当大的下降和社会问题的增多。
全新版大学英语综合教程1课文翻译(Unit1-Unit8)
全新版大学英语综合教程1课文翻译（Unit1-Unit8）Unit 1 Growing Up为自己而写拉塞尔·贝壳从孩提时代，我还住在贝尔维尔时，我的脑子里就断断续续地转着当作家的念头，但直等到我高中三年级，这—想法才有了实现的可能。
在这之前，我对所有跟英文课沾边的事都感到腻味。
我觉得英文语法枯燥难懂。
我痛恨那些长而乏味的段落写作，老师读着受累，我写着痛苦。
弗利格尔先生接我们的高三英文课时，我就准备着在这门最最单调乏味的课上再熬上沉闷的一年。
弗利格尔先生在学生中以其说话干巴和激励学生无术而出名。
据说他拘谨刻板，完全落后于时代。
我看他有六七十岁了，古板之极。
他戴着古板的毫无装饰的眼镜，微微卷曲的头发剪得笔齐，梳得纹丝不乱。
他身穿古板的套装，白衬衣领扣外的领带打得——丝不苟。
他救着古板的尖下巴，古板的直鼻梁，说起话来—本正经，字斟句酌，彬彬有礼，活脱脱一个橱稽的老古董。
我作好准备，打算在弗利格尔先生的班上一无所获地混上—年，不少日子过去了，还真不出所料。
后半学期我们学写随笔小品文。
弗利格尔先生发下一张家庭作业纸，出了不少题供我们选择。
像“暑假二三事”那样傻乎乎的题目倒是一个也没有，但绝大多数—样乏味。
我把作文题带回家，—直没写，直到要交作业的前一天晚上。
我躺在沙发上，最终不得不面对这一讨厌的功课，便从笔记本里抽出作文题目单粗粗—看。
我的目光落在“吃意大利细面条的艺术”这个题目上。
这个题目在我脑海里唤起了一连串不同寻常的图像。
贝尔维尔之夜的清晰的回忆如潮水一般涌来，当时，我们大家—起围坐在晚餐桌旁——艾伦舅舅、我母亲、查理舅舅、多丽丝、哈尔舅舅——帕特舅妈晚饭做的是意大利细面条。
那时意大利细面条还是很少听说的异国食品。
多丽丝和我都还从来没吃过，在座的大人也是经验不足，没有—个吃起来得心应手的。
艾伦舅舅家诙谐有趣的场景全都重现在我的脑海中，我回想起来，当晚我们笑作—团，争论着该如何地把面条从盘子上送到嘴里才算合乎礼仪。
新编大学英语1 unit 2课文翻译
UNIT 2 Remembering and ForgettingSpecial Delivery特种快递到了机场，我才发现我兄弟搭乘的航班延误了一个小时。
通常我在机场等候接人时，会把时间消磨在观看飞机起落上。
可那天晚上我头疼得厉害。
我想喷气发动机发出的噪音会使我头疼更厉害，于是决定在机场内逛一会儿。
当我走过那些店铺时，碰巧看到陈列在那儿的航空箱包，这使我想起了自己的公文包。
我这才意识到公文包没在身上。
我马上努力回忆会把它遗忘在了哪里。
自从离开航空公司票务柜台后，我没有在其他任何地方停留过，所以我推想，我一定是把包留在那里了。
我急忙回去取，可是公文包已无影无踪。
起先我确信一定是有人顺手把它拿走了，但随后又想，也有可能看到包的人已把它交给了柜台，于是便在票务柜台排队等候。
轮到我时，我描述了包的特征，并询问是否有人把它交到了柜台。
那位航空公司代理摇了摇头。
这时我朝他身后的行李输送带瞥了一眼，输送带正把行李从办理登机手续处往下面的装货区传送。
我大声叫道：“我的包在那儿！”然而，当代理回头看时，公文包已传送到输送带的尽头，突然消失了。
“你看到你的包了？”代理问我。
“是的！”我大声说。
“它刚穿过那边那个入口。
这下我怎样才能把它取回来呢？”“这不难，”代理回答说。
“把你的行李领取凭证给我，我想我们能够在装机前截住它。
”“可我没有行李凭证！”我答道。
“我没办托运！我哪儿都不去。
我是来接人的。
”我平静了一下情绪，解释了事情的经过，并指出很可能有人把包交到了柜台，而某位代理把它和其他行李一起办了托运并放到了传送带上。
代理告诉我，能找回包的唯一办法是，填写一张认领单，在上面写清公文包的外观特征。
等我填完表格，代理打电话到下面的行李区查询时，包已被装上了一架航班，但不知是哪一架。
代理记下了我的电话号码，并保证他们找到包就给我打电话。
尽管我住在苏城，离机场有一个半小时的车程，他们还是会找到包就立刻送到我家来。
我兄弟的航班到了。
全新版大学英语综合教程2课文原文及翻译.pdf
学海无涯Unit1One way of summarizing the American position is to state that we value originality and independence more than the Chinese do. The contrast between our two cultures can also be seen in terms of the fears we both harbor. Chinese teachers teachers are are fearful that if skills skills are are not acquired acquired early, early, they may never be acquired; there is, on the other hand, no comparable hurry to promote creativity. American educators fear that unless creativity has been acquired early, it may never emerge; on the other hand, skills can be picked up later.However, I do not want to overstate my case. There is enormous creativity to be found in Chinese scientific, technological and artistic innovations past and present. And there is a danger of exaggerating creative breakthroughs in the West. When any innovation is examined closely, its reliance on previous achievements is all too apparent (the "standing on the shoulders of giants" phenomenon).But assuming that the contrast I have developed is valid, and that the fostering of skills and creativity are both worthwhile goals, the the important important important question becomes this: Can question becomes this: Can we gather, from the Chinese and American extremes, a superior way to approach education, perhaps striking a better balance between the poles of creativity and basic skills?Walton set up a college scholarship fund for employees'children, a disaster relief fund to rebuild employee homes damaged by fires, floods, tornadoes, and the like. He believed in cultivating ideas and rewarding success."He'd say, 'That fellow worked hard, let's give him a little extra,'" recalls recalls retired retired retired president president president Ferold F. Ferold F. Arend, who was stunned at such generosity after the stingy employer he left to join Wal-Mart. "I had to change my way of thinking when I came aboard.""The reason for our success," success," says says Walton, in a company handout, handout, "is our people "is our people and the way they're treated treated and and and the the way they feel about their company. They believe things are different here, but they deserve the credit."Adds company lawyer Jim Hendren: "I've never seen anyone yet who worked for him or was around him for any length of time who wasn't better off. And I don't mean just financially, although a lot of people are. It's just something about him -- coming into contact with Sam Walton just makes you a better person." Making the journey from log cabin to White House is part of the American Dream. But when Jimmy Carter was defeated in his attempt to gain a second term as President of the United States he found himself suddenly thrown out of the White House and back in his log cabin. cabin. This This is how he coped.SEAN: If that sort of thing happened only once in a while,it wouldn't be so bad. Overall, I wouldn't want to trade my dad for anyone else's. He loves us kids and Mom too. But I I think that's sometimes the think that's sometimes the problem. problem. He He He wants wants wants to to to do do do things things for us, things he thinks thinks are are good. But he needs needs to to give them more thought because:SEAN, HEIDI and DIANE: (In unison) Father knows better! (The lights quickly fade to black and then come up a second or two later. DIANE stands alone at the Down Right edge of the stage. HEIDI and SEAN enter Down Left and cross to the edge of the stage. )DIANE: Can you imagine how humiliated I was? An honor student, class president. And Father was out asking people to have their sons call and ask me to the prom! But that's dear old dad. Actually, he is a dear. He just doesn't stop to think. And it's not just one of us who've felt the heavy hand of interference. Oh, no, all three of us live in constant constant dread dread knowing that at any time disaster disaster can can strike because: Father knows better.I'd never realized how important daily routine is:dressing for work, sleeping normal hours. I'd never thought I relied so much on co-workers for company. I began to understand why long-term unemployment can be so damaging, why life without an externally supported daily plan can lead to higher rates of drug abuse, crime, suicide.To restore balance to my life, I force myself back into the real world. I call people, arrange to meet with the few remaining friends who haven't fled New York City. I try to at least least get get get to to to the the the gym, gym, gym, so so so as as to set set apart apart apart the the the weekend weekend weekend from from the rest of my week. I arrange interviews for stories, doctor's appointments -- anything to get me out of the house and connected with others.But sometimes being face to face is too much. I see a friend friend and and her ringing laughter laughter is is intolerable intolerable -- -- the noise of conversation in the restaurant, unbearable. I make my excuses and flee. I re-enter my apartment and run to the computer as though it were a place of safety.I click on the modem, the once-annoying sound of the connection now as pleasant as my favorite tune. I enter my password. The real world disappears.Thought you were safe sharing secrets with Internet friends? Wait for the doorbell...The runway felt different this time. It startled himfor a brief moment. Then it all hit him like a wet bale of hay. The bar was set at nine inches higher than his personal best. That's only one inch off the National record, he thought. The intensity of the moment filled his mind with anxiety. He began shaking the tension. It wasn't working. He became more tense. Why was this happening to him now, he thought. He began to get nervous. Afraid would be a more accurate accurate description. description. description. What was What was he he going to do? going to do? He He had never had never experienced these feelings. Then out of nowhere, and from the the deepest deepest deepest depths depths depths of his soul, of his soul, he he pictured pictured pictured his his his mother. Why mother. Why now? What was his mother doing in his thoughts at a time like this? It was simple. His mother always used to tell him when you felt tense, anxious or even scared, take deep breaths.So he did. Along with shaking the tension from his legs, he gently laid his pole at his feet. He began to stretch out his arms and upper body. The light breeze that was once there was now gone. He carefully picked up his pole. He felt his heart pounding. He was sure the crowd did, too. The silence was deafening. When he heard the singing of some distant birds in flight, he knew it was his time to fly.Racing Racing the the clock every day is such an exhausting exhausting effort effortthat when I actually have a few free moments, I tend to collapse. Mostly I sink into a chair and stare into space while I imagine how lovely life would be if only I possessed the organizational skills and the energy of my superheroines. In fact, I waste a good deal of my spare time just worrying about what other women are accomplishing in theirs. Sometimes I think that these modern fairy tales create as many problems for women as the old stories that had us biding our time for the day our prince would come.Yet superwomen tales continue to charm me. Despite my friend's warning against being taken in, despite everything I've learned, I find that I'm not only willing, but positively eager to buy that bridge she mentioned. Why? I suppose it has something to do with the appeal of an optimistic approach to life -- and the fact that extraordinary deeds have been accomplished by determined individuals who refused to believe believe that that "you can't" can't" was was the final word on their dreams. Men have generally been assured that achieving their heart's desires would would be a be a piece of cake. Women, Women, of of of course, course, have always believed that we can't have our cake and eat it too-the old low-dream diet. Perhaps becoming a superwoman is an impossible dream for me, but life without that kind of fantasy is as unappealing as a diet with no treats.1) The young woman described to the policemen the way the man ran up to her and grabbed the bag from her hand.2) All the people working for Sam Walton admire the way he manages Wal-Mart and the way he treats his employees.3) The neighbors were disgusted at the way he talked to his old father. 4) It's amazing the way the eight-year-old boy managed to stay so calm when he faced the emergency.1. You will find yourself penniless in a month.2. He found himself lying in a hospital ward.3. She found herself faced with the toughest job she had ever taken.4. Susan found herself in a trap from which she could not escape.1) Obviously what the speaker wanted to emphasize was the impact of these findings rather than the process that led to these findings.2) It seems that he is never bothered about what people would think about his behavior.3) The CEO never hesitates to let his employees know what he is planning for the company.4) The scientist will show the audience what a tele-operated robot can do for a family.5)Despite all this she manages to get her act together.1、She herself believed in freedom,so much so that she would rather die than live without it.2、Assuming the proposal is accepted,where are we going to get the money?3、Only by rewarding success can you bring out the best in your employess.4、It It’’s amazing the eight-year-old boy managed to stay so calm when he faced the emergency.5、Allen Allen should should should have have have known better known better than to lend such such a large a large sum of money to that untrustworthy cousin of his.。
新编大学英语综合教程课文翻译第一册
Unit 1 Personal Relationships1-1 The gift of life【1】炸弹落在了这个小村庄里。
在可怕的越南战争期间，谁也不知道这些炸弹要轰炸什么目标，而它们却落在了一所由传教士们办的小孤儿院内。
【2】传教士和一、两个孩子已经丧生，还有几个孩子受了伤，其中有一个小女孩，8岁左右，她的双腿被炸伤。
【3】几小时后，医疗救援小组到了。
救援小组由一名年轻的美国海军医生和一名同样年轻的海军护士组成。
他们很快发现有个小女孩伤势严重。
如果不立即采取行动，显然她将因失血过多和休克而死亡。
【4】他们明白必须给小女孩输血，但是他们的医药用品很有限，没有血浆，因此需要一种相配的血型。
快速的血型测定显示两名美国人的血型都不合适。
几个没有受伤的孤儿却有相配的血型。
【5】这位医生会讲一点越南语，护士会讲一点法语，但只有中学的法语水平。
孩子们不会说英语，只会说一点法语。
医生和护士用少得可怜的一点共同语言，结合大量的手势语，努力向这些受惊吓的孩子们解释说，除非他们能输一些血给自己的小伙伴，否则她将必死无疑。
接着问他们是否有人愿意献血来救小女孩。
【6】对医生和护士的请求，孩子们（只是）瞪大眼睛，一声不吭。
此时小病人生命垂危。
然而，只有这些受惊吓的孩子中有人自愿献血，他们才能够得到血。
过了好一会儿，一只小手慢慢地举了起来，然后垂了下去，一会儿又举了起来。
【7】"噢，谢谢。
" 护士用法语说。
"你叫什么名字？"【8】"兴，" 回答道。
【9】兴很快被抱到一张床上，手臂用酒精消毒后，针就扎了进去。
在整个过程中，兴僵直地躺着，没有出声。
【10】过了一会儿，他发出了一声长长的抽泣，但立即用那只可以活动的手捂住了自己的脸。
【11】"兴，疼吗？" 医生问。
【12】兴默默地摇了摇头，但一会儿忍不住又抽泣起来，并又一次试图掩饰自己的哭声。
医生又问是否是插在手臂上的针弄疼了他，兴又摇了摇头。
(全新版)大学英语《综合教程》第一册 Unit 2
you have just said
• Examples: 1) The air fare was a hundred and ninety-nine pounds or something.
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2) Here's some money. Get yourself a sandwich
• A surprising ending is usually adopted in stories. Many great writers have tried this writing method. The most typical one is O.Henry, American writer of short stories. He was best known for his ironic plot twists and surprise endings. His style of storytelling later became a model not only for short fiction, but also for American motion pictures and television programs.
Halloween
Halloween is celebrated annually. It is on the night of 31 October, when people once believed that ghosts could been seen. Now, in Britain and America, it is a time when children have parties, dress up as witches, make lanterns out of pumpkins from which the inside has been removed, and play “trick and cheat”.
(完整版)全新版大学英语综合教程2课文原文翻译
Unit1Howard Gardner, a professor of education at Harvard University, reflects on a visit to China and gives his thoughts on different approaches to learning in China and the West.哈佛大学教育学教授霍华德·加德纳回忆其中国之行，阐述他对中西方不同的学习方式的看法。
Learning, Chinese-StyleHoward Gardner 1 For a month in the spring of 1987, my wife Ellen and I lived in the bustling eastern Chinese city of Nanjing with our 18-month-old son Benjamin while studying arts education in Chinese kindergartens and elementary schools. But one of the most telling lessons Ellen and I got in the difference between Chinese and American ideas of education came not in the classroom but in the lobby of the Jinling Hotel where we stayed in Nanjing.中国式的学习风格霍华德·加德纳1987年春，我和妻子埃伦带着我们18个月的儿子本杰明在繁忙的中国东部城市南京住了一个月，同时考察中国幼儿园和小学的艺术教育情况。
然而，我和埃伦获得的有关中美教育观念差异的最难忘的体验并非来自课堂，而是来自我们在南京期间寓居的金陵饭店的大堂。
全新版大学英语综合教程1、2的课文背诵段落及翻译(对应到句子)
But sometimes being face to face is too much. . 但有时面对面地与人相处实在难以忍受。 I see a friend and her ringing laughter is intolerable -- the noise of conversation in the restaurant, unbearable. 我与一位朋友见面，她那种响亮的笑声让人忍无可忍——饭店里的噪杂谈话声也让 人受不了。 I make my excuses and flee.我找了个藉口逃之夭夭。 I re-enter my apartment and run to the computer as though it were a place of safety我重新回到我的公寓，冲向电脑，似乎那儿才是一个安全的地方。 I click on the modem, the once-annoying sound of the connection now as pleasant as my favorite tune.我点击鼠标，打开调制解调器，曾经听了 就烦的连接声此刻听起来就如同最心爱的曲子那么悦耳。 I enter my password. The real world disappears. 我键入密码。真实世界转 瞬便消逝了。
others drifted west toward the gentler climates of Europe.
一些人向东迁徙形成了印度和巴基斯坦的各种语言，有些人则向西漂泊，来到欧洲气候较 为温暖的地区。 Some who made the earliest move westward became known as the Celts, whom Caesar's armies found in Britain. 最早西移的一些人后来被称作凯尔特人，亦即 凯撒的军队在不列颠发现的民族。
大学体验英语3综合教程课文翻译Unit1-2
Unit 1> Caring for Our EarthPassage AFrog Story 蛙的故事A couple of odd things have happened lately.最近发生了几桩怪事儿。
I have a log cabin in those woods of Northern Wisconsin. I built it by hand and also added a greenhouse to the front of it. It is a joy to live in. In fact, I work out of my home doing audio production and environmental work. As a tool of that trade I have a computer and a studio. 我在北威斯康星州的树林中有一座小木屋。
是我亲手搭建的，前面还有一间花房。
住在里面相当惬意。
实际上我是在户外做音频制作和环境方面的工作——作为干这一行的工具，我还装备了一间带电脑的工作室。
I also have a tree frog that has taken up residence in my studio.还有一只树蛙也在我的工作室中住了下来。
How odd, I thought, last November when I first noticed him sitting atop my sound-board over my figured that he(and I say he,though I really don’t have a clue if she is a he or vice versa) would be more comfortable in the greenhouse. So I put him in the greenhouse. Back he came. And stayed. After a while I got quite used to the fact that as I would check my morning email and online news, he would be there with me surveying the world.去年十一月，我第一次惊讶地发现他（只是这样称呼罢了，事实上我并不知道该称“他”还是“她”）坐在电脑的音箱上。
大学创新英语1 综合教程 Unit1 课文及翻译
① Millennials already make up more than a third of the work force. By 2020, they will make up half. The sheer size of this cohort makes them a focus point for all employers. Where do they want to work? And what matters to them when they choose their dream employers?
谷歌凭借其 良 好 的工作环境在千禧一代中占据榜首。“多样性对我们的业务和文 化至关重要，”谷歌全球人事主管凯尔·尤因说， “员工必须反映我们的用户。 这意味着雇佣那些思想、背景、信仰和种族多样化的人。但正是这项具有挑战性 的工作吸引了这么多人来到谷歌。”
⑤ Facebook, the world's most popular social network, has gained more and more popularity among young job seekers. One likely reason is the attractiveness of its mission. "It's not enough to have purpose yourself. You have to create a sense of purpose for others," says Mark Zuckerberg, the founder and CEO of Facbook, " To give people the power to build community and bring the world closer together, that is our mission. For this, more and more people start joining us."
全新版大学英语(第二版)综合教程1课文原文课文翻译
Unit 1 Growing UPPart Text A Writing for MyselfⅡWhen we are writing we are often told to keep our readers in mind, to shape what we say to fit their tastes and interests. But there is one reader in particular who should not be forgotten. Can you guess who? Russell Baker surprised himself and everyone else when he discovered the answer.我们写作时常常被告诫，脑子里要有读者，笔者所云一定要符合读者的口味和兴趣。
但有一位读者特别不该忘记。
你能猜出是谁吗？当拉塞尔·贝克找到这个问题的答案时，他自己和别人都感到大为惊讶。
Writing for MyselfRussell Baker1The idea of becoming a writer had come to me off and on since my childhood in Belleville, but it wasn't until my third year in high school that the possibility took hold. Until then I've been bored by everything associated with English courses. I found English grammar dull and difficult. I hated the assignments to turn out long, lifeless paragraphs that were agony for teachers to read and for me to write.为自己而写拉塞尔·贝克从孩提时代，我还住在贝尔维尔时，我的脑子里就断断续续地转着当作家的念头，但直等到我高中三年级，这一想法才有了实现的可能。
全新大学英语综合教程1第二课文原文
Unit 1The idea of becoming a writer had come to me off and on since my childhood in Belleville, but it wasn't until my third year in high school that the possibility took hold. Until then I'd been bored by everything associated with English courses. I found English grammar dull and difficult. I hated the assignments to turn out long, lifeless paragraphs that were agony for teachers to read and for me to write.When our class was assigned to Mr. Fleagle for third-year English I anticipated another cheerless year in that most tedious of subjects. Mr. Fleagle had a reputation among students for dullness and inability to inspire. He was said to be very formal, rigid and hopelessly out of date. To me he looked to be sixty or seventy and excessively prim. He wore primly severe eyeglasses, his wavy hair was primly cut and primly combed. He wore prim suits with neckties set primly against the collar buttons of his white shirts. He had a primly pointed jaw, a primly straight nose, and a prim manner of speaking that was so correct, so gentlemanly,that he seemed a comic antique.I prepared for an unfruitful year with Mr. Fleagle and for a long time was not disappointed. Late in the year we tackled the informal essay. Mr. Fleagle distributed a homework sheet offering us a choice of topics. None was quite so simple-minded as "What I Did on My Summer Vacation," but most seemed to be almost as dull. I took the list home and did nothing until the night before the essay was due. Lying on the sofa, I finally faced up to the unwelcome task, took the list out of my notebook, and scanned it. The topic on which my eye stopped was "The Art of Eating Spaghetti."This title produced an extraordinary sequence of mental images. Vivid memories came flooding back of a night in Belleville when all of us were seated around the supper table —Uncle Allen, my mother, Uncle Charlie, Doris, Uncle Hal — and Aunt Pat served spaghetti for supper. Spaghetti was still a little known foreign dish in those days. Neither Doris nor I had ever eaten spaghetti, and none of the adults had enough experience to be good at it. All the good humor of Uncle Allen's house reawoke in my mind as I recalled the laughingarguments we had that night about the socially respectable method for moving spaghetti from plate to mouth.Suddenly I wanted to write about that, about the warmth and good feeling of it, but I wanted to put it down simply for my own joy, not for Mr. Fleagle. It was a moment I wanted to recapture and hold for myself. I wanted to relive the pleasure of that evening. To write it as I wanted, however, would violate all the rules of formal composition I'd learned in school, and Mr. Fleagle would surely give it a failing grade. Never mind.I would write something else for Mr. Fleagle after I had written this thing for myself.When I finished it the night was half gone and there was no time left to compose a proper, respectable essay for Mr. Fleagle. There was no choice next morning but to turn in my tale of the Belleville supper. Two days passed before Mr. Fleagle returned the graded papers, and he returned everyone's but mine. I was preparing myself for a command to report to Mr. Fleagle immediately after school for discipline when I saw him lift my paper from his desk and knock for the class'sattention."Now, boys," he said. "I want to read you an essay. This is titled, 'The Art of Eating Spaghetti.'"And he started to read. My words! He was reading my words out loud to the entire class. What's more, the entire class was listening. Listening attentively. Then somebody laughed, then the entire class was laughing, and not in contempt and ridicule, but with open-hearted enjoyment. Even Mr. Fleagle stopped two or three times to hold back a small prim smile.I did my best to avoid showing pleasure, but what I was feeling was pure delight at this demonstration that my words had the power to make people laugh. In the eleventh grade, at the eleventh hour as it were, I had discovered a calling. It was the happiest moment of my entire school career. When Mr. Fleagle finished he put the final seal on my happiness by saying, "Now that, boys, is an essay, don't you see. It's —don't you see —it's of the very essence of the essay, don't you see. Congratulations, Mr. Baker."(797 words)Unit 2He must have been completely lost in something he was reading because I had to tap on the windshield to get his attention."Is your cab available" I asked when he finally looked up at me. He nodded, then said apologetically as I settled into the back seat, "I'm sorry, but I was reading a letter." He sounded as if he had a cold or something."I'm in no hurry," I told him. "Go ahead and finish your letter."He shook his head. "I've read it several times already.I guess I almost know it by heart.""Letters from home always mean a lot," I said. "At least they do with me because I'm on the road so much." Then, estimating that he was 60 or 70 years old, I guessed: "From a child or maybe a grandchild""This isn't family," he replied. "Although," he went on, "come to think of it", it might just as well have been family. Old Ed was my oldest friend. In fact, we used to call each other 'Old Friend' —when we'd meet, that is. I'm not much of a hand at writing.""I don't think any of us keep up our correspondence toowell," I said. "I know I don't. But I take it he's someone you've known quite a while""All my life, practically. We were kids together, so we go way back.""Went to school together""All the way through high school. We were in the same class, in fact, through both grade and high school." "There are not too many people who've had such a long friendship," I said."Actually," the driver went on, "I hadn't seen him more than once or twice a year over the past 25 or 30 years because I moved away from the old neighborhood and you kind of lose touch even though you never forget. He was a great guy.""You said 'was'. Does that mean —"He nodded. "Died a couple of weeks ago.""I'm sorry," I said. "It's no fun to lose any friend — and losing a real old one is even tougher."He didn't reply to that, and we rode on in silence for a few minutes. But I realized that Old Ed was still on his mind when he spoke again, almost more to himself than to me: "I should have kept in touch. Yes," herepeated, "I should have kept in touch.""Well," I agreed, "we should all keep in touch with old friends more than we do. But things come up and we just don't seem to find the time."He shrugged. "We used to find the time," he said. "That's even mentioned in the letter." He handed it over to me. "Take a look.""Thanks," I said, "but I don't want to read your mail. That's pretty personal."The driver shrugged. "Old Ed's dead. There's nothing personal now. Go ahead," he urged me.The letter was written in pencil. It began with the greeting "Old Friend," and the first sentence reminded me of myself. I've been meaning to write for some time, but I've always postponed it. It then went on to say that he often thought about the good times they had had together when they both lived in the same neighborhood. It had references to things that probably meant something to the driver, such as the time Tim Shea broke the window, the Halloween that we tied Old Mr. Parker's gate, and when Mrs. Culver used to keep us after school."You must have spent a lot of time together," I said to him."Like it says there," he answered, "about all we had to spend in those days was time." He shook his head: "Time."I thought the next paragraph of the letter was a little sad: I began the letter with "Old Friend" because that's what we've become over the years — old friends. And there aren't many of us left."You know," I said to him, "when it says here that there aren't many of us left, that's absolutely right. Every time I go to a class reunion, for example, there are fewer and fewer still around.""Time goes by," the driver said."Did you two work at the same place" I asked him. "No, but we hung out on the same corner when we were single. And then, when we were married, we used to go to each other's house every now and then. But for the last 20 or 30 years it's been mostly just Christmas cards. Of course there'd be always a note we'd each add to the cards — usually some news about our families, you know, what the kids were doing, who moved where,a new grandchild, things like that — but never a real letter or anything like that.""This is a good part here," I said. "Where it says Your friendship over the years has meant an awful lot to me, more than I can say because I'm not good at saying things like that. " I found myself nodding in agreement. "That must have made you feel good, didn't it"The driver said something that I couldn't understand because he seemed to be all choked up, so I continued: "I know I'd like to receive a letter like that from my oldest friend."We were getting close to our destination so I skipped to the last paragraph. So I thought you'd like to know that I was thinking of you. And it was signed，Your Old Friend, Tom.I handed back the letter as we stopped at my hotel. "Enjoyed talking with you," I said as I took my suitcase out of the cab. Tom The letter was signed Tom"I thought your friend's name was Ed," I said. "Why did he sign it Tom""The letter was not from Ed to me," he explained. "I'm Tom. It's a letter I wrote to him before I knew he'ddied. So I never mailed it."He looked sort of sorrowful, or as if he were trying to see something in the distance. "I guess I should have written it sooner."When I got to my hotel room I didn't unpack right away. First I had to write a letter — and mail it. (1093 words)Unit 3Whether we like it or not, the world we live in has changed a great deal in the last hundred years, and it is likely to change even more in the next hundred. Some people would like to stop these changes and go back to what they see as a purer and simpler age. But as history shows, the past was not that wonderful. It was not so bad for a privileged minority, though even they had to do without modern medicine, and childbirth was highly risky for women. But for the vast majority of the population, life was nasty, brutish, and short. Anyway, even if one wanted to, one couldn't put the clock back to an earlier age. Knowledge and techniques can't just be forgotten. Nor can one prevent further advances in the future. Even if all government moneyfor research were cut off (and the present government is doing its best), the force of competition would still bring about advances in technology. Moreover, one cannot stop inquiring minds from thinking about basic science, whether or not they are paid for it. The only way to prevent further developments would be a global state that suppressed anything new, and human initiative and inventiveness are such that even this wouldn't succeed. All it would do is slow down the rate of change.If we accept that we cannot prevent science and technology from changing our world, we can at least try to ensure that the changes they make are in the right directions. In a democratic society, this means that the public needs to have a basic understanding of science, so that it can make informed decisions and not leave them in the hands of experts. At the moment, the public is in two minds about science. It has come to expect the steady increase in the standard of living that new developments in science and technology have brought to continue, but it also distrusts science because it doesn't understand it. This distrust isevident in the cartoon figure of the mad scientist working in his laboratory to produce a Frankenstein. It is also an important element behind support for the Green parties. But the public also has a great interest in science, particularly astronomy, as is shown by the large audiences for television series such as The Sky at Night and for science fiction.What can be done to harness this interest and give the public the scientific background it needs to make informed decisions on subjects like acid rain, the greenhouse effect, nuclear weapons, and genetic engineering Clearly, the basis must lie in what is taught in schools. But in schools science is often presented in a dry and uninteresting manner. Children learn it by rote to pass examinations, and they don't see its relevance to the world around them. Moreover, science is often taught in terms of equations. Although equations are a brief and accurate way of describing mathematical ideas, they frighten most people. When I wrote a popular book recently, I was advised that each equation I included would halve the sales. I included one equation, Einstein's famous equation, E=mc2. MaybeI would have sold twice as many copies without it. Scientists and engineers tend to express their ideas in the form of equations because they need to know the precise values of quantities. But for the rest of us, a qualitative grasp of scientific concepts is sufficient, and this can be conveyed by words and diagrams, without the use of equations.The science people learn in school can provide the basic framework. But the rate of scientific progress is now so rapid that there are always new developments that have occurred since one was at school or university.I never learned about molecular biology or transistors at school, but genetic engineering and computers are two of the developments most likely to change the way we live in the future. Popular books and magazine articles about science can help to put across new developments, but even the most successful popular book is read by only a small proportion of the population. Only television can reach a truly mass audience. There are some very good science programmes on TV, but others present scientific wonders simply as magic, without explaining them or showing how they fit into theframework of scientific ideas. Producers of television science programmes should realize that they have a responsibility to educate the public, not just entertain it.The world today is filled with dangers, hence the sick joke that the reason we have not been contacted by an alien civilization is that civilizations tend to destroy themselves when they reach our stage. But I have sufficient faith in the good sense of the public to believe that we might prove this wrong.(812 words)Unit 4He came from a rocky farm in Italy, somewhere south of Rome. How or when he got to America, I don't know. But one evening I found him standing in the driveway, behind my garage. He was about five-foot-seven or eight, and thin."I mow your lawn," he said. It was hard to comprehend his broken English.I asked him his name. "Tony Trivisonno," he replied. "I mow your lawn." I told Tony that I couldn't afford a gardener."I mow your lawn," he said again, then walked away. I went into my house unhappy. Yes, these Depression days were difficult, but how could I to turn away a person who had come to me for helpWhen I got home from work the next evening, the lawn had been mowed, the garden weeded, and the walks swept.I asked my wife what had happened."A man got the lawn mower out of the garage and worked on the yard," she answered. "I assumed you had hired him."I told her of my experience the night before. We thought it strange that he had not asked for pay.The next two days were busy, and I forgot about Tony. We were trying to rebuild our business and bring some of our workers back to the plants. But on Friday, returning home a little early, I saw Tony again, behind the garage. I complimented him on the work he had done. "I mow your lawn," he said.I managed to work out some kind of small weekly pay, and each day Tony cleaned up the yard and took care of any little tasks. My wife said he was very helpful whenever there were any heavy objects to lift or thingsto fix.Summer passed into fall, and winds blew cold. "Mr. Craw, snow pretty soon," Tony told me one evening. "When winter come, you give me job clearing snow at the factory."Well, what do you do with such determination and hope Of course, Tony got his job at the factory.The months passed. I asked the personnel department for a report. They said Tony was a very good worker.One day I found Tony at our meeting place behind the garage. "I want to be 'prentice," he said.We had a pretty good apprentice school that trained laborers. But I doubted whether Tony had the capacity to read blueprints and micrometers or do precision work. Still, how could I turn him downTony took a cut in pay to become an apprentice. Months later, I got a report that he had graduated as a skilled grinder. He had learned to read the millionths of an inch on the micrometer and to shape the grinding wheel with an instrument set with a diamond. My wife and I were delighted with what we felt was a satisfying end of the story.A year or two passed, and again I found Tony in his usual waiting place. We talked about his work, and I asked him what he wanted."Mr. Craw," he said, "I like a buy a house." On the edge of town, he had found a house for sale, a complete wreck.I called on a banker friend. "Do you ever loan money on character" I asked. "No," he said. "We can't afford to. No sale.""Now, wait a minute," I replied. "Here is a hard-working man, a man of character, I can promise you that. He's got a good job. You're not getting a damn thing from your lot. It will stay there for years. At least he will pay your interest."Reluctantly, the banker wrote a mortgage for $2,000 and gave Tony the house with no down payment. Tony was delighted. From then on, it was interesting to see that any discarded odds and ends around our place —a broken screen, a bit of hardware, boards from packing — Tony would gather and take home.After about two years, I found Tony in our familiar meeting spot. He seemed to stand a little straighter. He was heavier. He had a look of confidence."Mr. Craw, I sell my house!" he said with pride. "I got $8,000."I was amazed. "But, Tony, where are you going to live without a house""Mr. Craw, I buy a farm."We sat down and talked. Tony told me that to own a farm was his dream. He loved the tomatoes and peppers and all the other vegetables important to his Italian diet. He had sent for his wife and son and daughter back in Italy. He had hunted around the edge of town until he found a small, abandoned piece of property with a house and shed. Now he was moving his family to his farm. Sometime later. Tony arrived on a Sunday afternoon, neatly dressed. He had another Italian man with him. He told me that he had persuaded his childhood friend to move to America. Tony was sponsoring him. With an amused look in his eye, he told me that when they approached the little farm he now operated, his friend stood in amazement and said, "Tony, you are a millionaire!"Then, during the war, a message came from my company. Tony had passed away.I asked our people to check on his family and see that everything was properly handled. They found the farm green with vegetables, the little house livable and homey. There was a tractor and a good car in the yard. The children were educated and working, and Tony didn't owe a cent.After he passed away, I thought more and more about Tony's career. He grew in stature in my mind. In the end, I think he stood as tall, and as proud, as the greatest American industrialists.They had all reached their success by the same route and by the same values and principles: vision, determination, self-control, optimism, self-respect and, above all, integrity.Tony did not begin on the bottom rung of the ladder. He began in the basement. Tony's affairs were tiny; the greatest industrialists' affairs were giant. But, after all, the balance sheets were exactly the same. The only difference was where you put the decimal point. Tony Trivisonno came to America seeking the American Dream. But he didn't find it —he created it for himself. All he had were 24 precious hours a day, and he wastednone of them. (1110 words)。
全新版大学英语综合教程(第二版)第一册_课文翻译与课后问题详解[1]
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Unit 1 Growing Up为自己而写——拉塞尔·贝克从孩提时代，我还住在贝尔维尔时，我的脑子里就断断续续地转着当作家的念头，但直等到我高中三年级，这一想法才有了实现的可能。
在这之前，我对所有跟英文课沾边的事都感到腻味。
我觉得英文语法枯燥难懂。
我痛恨那些长而乏味的段落写作，老师读着受累，我写着痛苦。
弗利格尔先生接我们的高三英文课时，我就准备着在这门最最单调乏味的课上再熬上沉闷的一年。
弗利格尔先生在学生中以其说话干巴和激励学生无术而出名。
据说他拘谨刻板，完全落后于时代。
我看他有六七十岁了，古板之极。
他戴着古板的毫无装饰的眼镜，微微卷曲的头发剪得笔齐，梳得纹丝不乱。
他身穿古板的套装，领带端端正正地顶着白衬衣的领扣。
他长着古板的尖下巴，古板的直鼻梁，说起话来一本正经，字斟句酌，彬彬有礼，活脱脱一个滑稽的老古董。
我作好准备，打算在弗利格尔先生的班上一无所获地混上一年，不少日子过去了，还真不出所料。
后半学期我们学写随笔小品文。
弗利格尔先生发下一家庭作业纸，出了不少题目供我们选择。
像"暑假二三事"那样傻乎乎的题目倒是一个也没有，但绝大多数一样乏味。
我把作文题带回家，一直没写，直到要交作业的前一天晚上。
我躺在沙发上，最终不得不面对这一讨厌的功课，便从笔记本里抽出作文题目单粗粗一看。
我的目光落在"吃意大利细面条的艺术"这个题目上。
这个题目在我脑海里唤起了一连串不同寻常的图像。
贝尔维尔之夜的清晰的回忆如潮水一般涌来，当时，我们大家一起围坐在晚餐桌旁——艾伦舅舅、我母亲、查理舅舅、多丽丝、哈尔舅舅——帕特舅妈晚饭做的是意大利细面条。
那时意大利细面条还是很少听说的异国食品。
多丽丝和我都还从来没吃过，在座的大人也是经验不足，没有一个吃起来得心应手的。
艾伦舅舅家诙谐有趣的场景全都重现在我的脑海中，我回想起来，当晚我们笑作一团，争论着该如何地把面条从盘子上送到嘴里才算合乎礼仪。
全新版大学英语综合教程 1 Unit2 课文注释电子书及翻译
All the Cabbie Had Was a LetterFoster Furcolo1 He must have been completely lost in something he was reading because I had to tap on the windshield to get his attention. 出租车司机拥有的就剩一封信福斯特?弗克洛他准是完全沉浸在所读的东西里了，因为我不得不敲挡风玻璃来引起他的注意。
2 "Is your cab available?" I asked when he finally looked up at me. He nodded, then said apologetically as I settled into the back seat, "I'm sorry, but I was reading a letter." He soundedas if he had a cold or something. 他总算抬头看我了。
“你出车吗？”我问道。
他点点头，当我坐进后座时，他抱歉地说：“对不起，我在读一封信。
”听上去他像是得了感冒什么的。
3 "I'm in no hurry," I told him. "Go ahead and finish your letter." “我不着急，”我对他说，“你接着把信读完吧。
”4 He shook his head. "I've read it several times already. I guess I almost know it by heart." 他摇了摇头。
“我已经读了好几遍了。
我想我都能背出来了。
”5 "Letters from home always mean a lot," I said. " At least they do with me because I'm on the road so much." Then, estimating that he was 60 or 70 years old, I guessed: "From a child or maybea grandchild?" “家书抵万金啊，”我说。
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P10冒险是我的天性。
无论是暑假还是中学毕业，只要有可能，我都喜欢把冒险融入生活。
当我听说有个家伙独自徒步了阿巴拉契亚山间的崎岖小道，我就开始琢磨我也要独自来一次非同一般的旅行。
由于在挪威和瑞典有亲戚，我计划去那边旅行，并为此激动不已。
我打开地图，大致勾画了我从挪威最北端到瑞典最南部的旅行路线，全程1500英尺。
随着学期最后一天的临近，我越来越难集中精力到最后的作业上。
我的心已经飞过了半个地球，想象正等待着我的这次冒险。
毕业三天后，我的人也飞向了那里。
我从芝加哥飞往瑞典斯德哥尔摩的旅程一帆风顺。
一到斯德哥尔摩我就赶乘了飞往挪威奥斯陆的航班，然后乘另一短程航班到了一个名叫特罗姆索的小镇。
在一家廉价旅馆
住了一夜后，我又乘12小时的渡船到了洪宁斯瓦格。
过去的两天里，由于时差的关系，加上缺乏睡眠，我已经疲惫不堪。
而此时我尚未到达计划旅程的起点。
我还得再走20英里才能到达欧洲的最北端——北角。
从洪宁斯瓦格离船上岸后，我组装了自行车，调整好了背包。
一切都准备就绪后，我意识到自己根本不知道走哪条路。
我看不懂路标，周围也无人可询。
由于坡陡，在那片草木不生的冰冻荒原上，我花了12个小时才蹬完那20英里路。
到达北角时，我筋疲力尽，倍感孤独。
好在，周围的美景让我为之倾倒。
从我骑车的地方，能看到巴伦支海。
我离家仅仅3天，内心就斗争开了。
一方面，我思家心切，怀疑自己是否真能完成这次旅行；另一方面，我急不可待地向自己和国内的家人证明，我具备所需的一切实力。
在北角，我遇到一个骑行者他年纪比我大很多。
他从挪威南部出发刚刚结束他的孤军之旅。
我能看出他有着极大的满足感。
这鼓励了我坚持到底。
从北角到基律纳的一段旅程，山峦起伏，路途艰难。
虽然我平均日行约60英里，但那段旅程我用了整整7天。
我离开伊利诺伊州时，天气潮湿、炎热，可挪威北部的北极气候截然不同，只有30多华氏度。
我对那里的寒冷天气毫无准备。
每晚在我支起轻便的帐篷、打开轻薄的睡袋时，我都纳闷自己之前想些什么了。
我只带了一件风衣和一件防雨薄夹克。
真够笨的，我想。
我没带厚袜子，没带手套，甚至连帽子都没带一顶。
虽然感觉像早先一样又冷又沮丧，但我庆幸刚到挪威时就买了一个便宜手机。
借助欧洲便宜的无线网络，我每天都能和家人联络。
我一面听着mp3里面自己钟爱的音乐，一面用脚蹬车。
方圆数英里之内除了我没有其他人，但有蚊子——成千上万的蚊子。
我的两个胳膊被叮地斑痕累累，看上去就像我五年级老师上地理课时用的那张地图。
由于蚊虫叮咬加上基律纳到乌默奥这带偏僻——有些危险的居民和吉普赛人可能埋伏途中——我决定乘一段火车，几百英里后再骑车上路。
到达乌默奥后，我重新上了自行车道。
令人惊奇的是，天气变化很大。
当气温升到90多华氏度时，我扔掉了我的皮衣。
听说这是当地200年来遭遇的最强劲的热浪。
超乎想象的高湿度和高温度使我精疲力竭。
在那段日子里，要保持平均日行60英里真够呛。
我穿月斯堪的纳维亚荒原的六个星期充满了孤独和艰难的挑战。
但我坚持下来了。
第40天，我如期抵达了卡尔斯科罗娜。
这座美丽的城市座落在波罗的海之滨。
虽然我证明了自己具备坚持不懈和恪守计划的品性，但我怀念有熟人相伴的感觉。
我听说了这样一句瑞典格言：“与人分享的快乐是双倍的快乐。
”独处时，我发现这真是千真
万确。
P39在一个频繁分化与组合的社会，我们希望被他人接受的无限需求阻碍着我们保持个性。
多丽丝莱辛在《群体心理》一文中指出：“当我们处于一个群体时，我们趋向于象群体那样去思考——我们还发现，有了对群体的归属感，我们的思考也由此改变。
”大多数人非常渴望归属群体，以至到了害怕落单的程度，这就导致了典型的“群体心理”。
我很赞同这一观点。
的确，我们经常置自身信仰、是非观于不顾和屈服于群体的服从机制。
虽然我们有必要加入不同的团体，但由于不解社交规则，我们任
其扼杀我们自身的独立性。
对群体心理浑然不觉的人们注定要深受其害。
我们都像被接纳，有归属，被他人需要，但要以什么为代价呢？如果我们能利用我们获取的有关自身的大量信息，以进一步领会特定群体的含意与规则，那我们就能在互相交流的同时仍然保持自己的判断力。
但是，如果缺乏上述认识，要坚持自己的观点就相当困难。
可以想象，大多数生活在西方世界的人都在人生某个阶段有过这样的经历。
以下就是因群体压力而放弃个人意见的两个事例。
据莱辛描述，很多心理学家和社会学家做过一个典型实验：即要求一组人来估计和比较两截木头的长度或大小。
这两截木头非常相似，但可见细微差别。
研究者将实验安排告知大多数人，并要求他们一口咬定这两截木头大小一样。
不知情的少数一两个人会认定这两截木头有细微差别。
但大多数人坚称它们是一模一样的，这使得少数的受
试者感到茫然、甚至生气，但最终，往往还是就范，承认这块木头一样。
当事人可能会想，“好吧，这两截木头一定是一样的，要不为什么其他人都如此坚决地这么说呢？”一如莱辛感叹的那样：“世上最困难的事莫过于在群体中坚持自己的意见”。
据我说见，坚持已见对于青少年而言更具挑战性。
作为一所中学的助教，我每天都看到这样的事发生。
我有一个特别的学生叫比利，他就是屈服于群体压力而做了一些糟糕的决定。
1999年9月，当我第一次遇见比利时，他看起来不清楚自己该如何行为举止。
当时他努力成为一名好学生，不吸烟、不喝酒，也不吸毒。
形式对他相当有利。
后来，他遇到迈克和乔，这两个孩子不怎么规矩。
比利立马同他们混在了一起。
其实，把他争取过去的就是群众心理。
如此看来，我们作为群体的一份子，都受到群体的极大影响，这种影响强大得让我们难以置信。
正如上述两个事例所探讨的那样，我们都受害于群体服从机制。
问题在于，我们目前对这种现象还没有察觉。
不管是受群体影响做出有悖自我判断的选择，还是自己明白事理时却被说服，以致指黑为白，很少有人能够逃脱群体心理。
总之，莱
辛竭力强调，“我们仍是群体动物，这点无可厚非。
但危险并不在于我们归属一个或多个群体，而在于我们不理解那些掌控群体也掌控着我们的社交规则。
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