高级英语lesson原文及翻译
高级英语lesson2原文及其翻译
“Hiroshima! Everybody off!” That must be what the man in the Japanese stationmaster's uniform shouted, as the fastest train in the world slipped to a stop in Hiroshima Station. I did not understand what he was saying. First of all, because he was shouting in Japanese. And secondly, because I had a lump in my throat and a lot of sad thoughts on my mind that had little to do with anything a Nippon railways official might say. The very act of stepping on this soil, in breathing this air of Hiroshima, was for me a far greater adventure than any trip or any reportorial assignment I'd previously taken. Was I not at the scene of the crime?The Japanese crowd did not appear to have the same preoccupations that I had. From the sidewalk outside the station, things seemed much the same as in other Japanese cities. Little girls and elderly ladies in kimonos rubbed shoulders with teenagers and women in western dress. Serious looking men spoke to one another as if they were oblivious of the crowds about them, and bobbed up and down re-heatedly in little bows, as they exchanged the ritual formula of gratitude and respect: "Tomo aligato gozayimas." Others were using little red telephones that hung on the facades of grocery stores and tobacco shops."Hi! Hi!" said the cab driver, whose door popped open at the very sight of a traveler. "Hi", or something that sounds very much like it, means "yes". "Can you take me to City Hall?" He grinned at me in the rear-view mirror and repeated "Hi!" "Hi! ’ We set off at top speed throug h the narrow streets of Hiroshima. The tall buildings of the martyred city flashed by as we lurched from side to side in response to the driver's sharp twists of the wheel.Just as I was beginning to find the ride long, the taxi screeched to a halt, and the driver got out and went over to a policeman to ask the way. As in Tokyo, taxi drivers in Hiroshima often know little of their city, but to avoid loss of face before foreigners, will not admit their ignorance, and will accept any destination without concern for how long it may take them to find it.At last this intermezzo came to an end, and I found myself in front of the gigantic City Hall. The usher bowed deeply and heaved a long, almost musical sigh, when I showed him the invitation which the mayor had sent me in response to my request for an interview. "That is not here, sir," he said in English. "The mayor expects you tonight for dinner with other foreigners or, the restaurant boat. See? This is where it is.” He sketched a little map for me on the back of my invitation.Thanks to his map, I was able to find a taxi driver who could take me straight to the canalembankment , where a sort of barge with a roof like one on a Japanese house was moored . The Japanese build their traditional houses on boats when land becomes too expensive. The rather arresting spectacle of little old Japan adrift adrift amid beige concrete skyscrapers is the very symbol of the incessant struggle between the kimono and the miniskirt.At the door to the restaurant, a stunning, porcelain-faced woman in traditional costume asked me to remove my shoes. This done, I entered one of the low-ceilinged rooms of the little floating house, treading cautiously on the soft matting and experiencing a twinge of embarrassment at the prospect of meeting the mayor of Hiroshima in my socks.He was a tall, thin man, sad-eyed and serious. Quite unexpectedly, the strange emotion which had overwhelmed me at the station returned, and I was again crushed by the thought that I now stood on the site of the first atomic bombardment, where thousands upon thousands of people had been slain in one second, where thousands upon thousands of others had lingered on to die in slow agony .The introductions were made. Most of the guests were Japanese, and it was difficult for me to ask them just why we were gathered here. The few Americans and Germans seemed just as inhibited as I was. "Gentlemen," said the mayor, "I am happy to welcome you to Hiroshima."Everyone bowed, including the Westerners. After three days in Japan, the spinal column becomes extraordinarily flexible."Gentlemen, it is a very great honor to have you her e in Hiroshima."There were fresh bows, and the faces grew more and more serious each time the name Hiroshima was repeated."Hiroshi ma, as you know, is a city familiar to everyone,” continued the mayor."Yes, yes, of course,” murmured the company, more and more agitated."Seldom has a city gained such world renown, and I am proud and happy to welcome you to Hiroshima, a town known throughout the world for its--- oysters".I was just about to make my little bow of assent, when the meaning of these last words sank in, jolting me out of my sad reverie ."Hiroshima –oysters? What about the bomb and the misery and humanity's most heinous crime?" While the mayor went on with his speech in praise of southern Japanese sea food, I cautiously backed away and headed toward the far side of the room, where a few men were talkingamong themselves and paying little attention to the mayor's speech. "You look puzzled," said a small Japanese man with very large eye-glasses."Well, I must confess that I did not expect a speech about oysters here. I thought that Hiroshima still felt the impact of the atomic impact .""No one talks about it any more, and no one wants to, especially, the people who were born here or who lived through it. "Do you feel the same way, too?""I was here, but I was not in the center of town. I tell you this because I am almost an old man. There are two different schools of thought in this city of oysters, one that would like to preserve traces of the bomb, and the other that would like to get rid of everything, even the monument that was erected at the point of impact. They would also like to demolish the atomic museum.""Why would they want to do that?""Because it hurts everybody, and because time marches on. That is why." The small Japanese man smiled, his eyes nearly closed behind their thick lenses. "If you write about this city, do not forget to say that it is the gayest city in Japan, even it many of the town's people still bear hidden wounds, and burns."Like any other, the hospital smelled of formaldehyde and ethere . Stretchers and wheelchairs lined the walls of endless corridors, and nurses walked by carrying Stretchers instruments, the very sight of which would send shivers down the spine of any healthy visitor. The so-called atomic section was located on the third floor. It consisted of 17 beds."I am a fisherman by trade. I have been here a very long time, more than twenty years, "said an old man in Japanese pajamas. “What is wrong with you?”"Something inside. I was in Hiroshima when it happened. I saw the fire ball. But I had no burns on my face or body. I ran all over the city looking for missing friends and relatives. I thought somehow I had been spared. But later my hair began to fall out, and my belly turned to water. I felt sick, and ever since then they have been testing and treating me. " The doctor at my side explained and commented upon the old man's story, "We still hare a handful of patients here who are being kept alive by constant car e. The other s died as a result of their injuries, or else committed suicide . ""Why did they commit suicide?""It is humiliating to survive in this city. If you bear any visible scars of atomic burns, your children will encounter prejudice on the par t of those who do not. No one will marry the daughter or the niece of an atomic bomb victim. People are afraid of genetic damage from the radiation." The old fisherman gazed at me politely and with interest.Hanging over the patient was a big ball made of bits of brightly colored paper, folded into the shape of tiny birds. "What's that?" I asked."Those are my lucky birds. Each day that I escape death, each day of suffering that helps to free me from earthly cares, I make a new little paper bird, and add it to the others. This way I look at them and congratulate myself of the good fortune that my illness has brought me. Because, thanks to it, I have the opportunity to improve my character."Once again, outside in the open air, I tore into little pieces a small notebook with questions that I'd prepared in advance for inter views with the patients of the atomic ward. Among them was the question: Do you really think that Hiroshima is the liveliest city in Japan? I never asked it. But I could read the answer in every eye.“广岛到了!大家请下车!”当世界上最快的高速列车减速驶进广岛车站并渐渐停稳时，那位身着日本火车站站长制服的男人口中喊出的一定是这样的话。
高级英语第三版第一册课文翻译重点
高级英语第三版第一册课文翻译重点第一篇：高级英语第三版第一册课文翻译重点Lesson 1 Face to Face with Hurricane Camille迎战卡米尔号飓风约瑟夫.布兰克小约翰。
柯夏克已料到，卡米尔号飓风来势定然凶猛。
就在去年8月17日那个星期天，当卡米尔号飓风越过墨西哥湾向西北进袭之时，收音机和电视里整天不断地播放着飓风警报。
柯夏克一家居住的地方一-密西西比州的高尔夫港--肯定会遭到这场飓风的猛烈袭击。
路易斯安那、密西西比和亚拉巴马三州沿海一带的居民已有将近15万人逃往内陆安全地带。
但约翰就像沿海村落中其他成千上万的人一样，不愿舍弃家园，要他下决心弃家外逃，除非等到他的一家人一-妻子詹妮丝以及他们那七个年龄从三岁到十一岁的孩子一一眼看着就要灾祸临头。
为了找出应付这场风灾的最佳对策，他与父母商量过。
两位老人是早在一个月前就从加利福尼亚迁到这里来，住进柯夏克一家所住的那幢十个房间的屋子里。
他还就此征求过从拉斯韦加斯开车来访的老朋友查理?希尔的意见。
约翰的全部产业就在自己家里(他开办的玛格纳制造公司是设计、研制各种教育玩具和教育用品的。
公司的一切往来函件、设计图纸和工艺模具全都放在一楼)。
37岁的他对飓风的威力是深有体会的。
四年前，他原先拥有的位于高尔夫港以西几英里外的那个家就曾毁于贝翠号飓风(那场风灾前夕柯夏克已将全家搬到一家汽车旅馆过夜)。
不过，当时那幢房子所处的地势偏低，高出海平面仅几英尺。
“我们现在住的这幢房子高了23英尺，'他对父亲说，”而且距离海边足有250码远。
这幢房子是1915年建造的。
至今还从未受到过飓风的袭击。
我们呆在这儿恐怕是再安全不过了。
“ 老柯夏克67岁.是个语粗心慈的熟练机械师。
他对儿子的意见表示赞同。
”我们是可以严加防卫。
度过难关的，“他说?”一但发现危险信号，我们还可以赶在天黑之前撤出去。
“ 为了对付这场飓风，几个男子汉有条不紊地做起准备工作来。
高级英语第二册第一课课文翻译对照(修订版)
第一课迎战卡米尔号飓风1小约翰。
柯夏克已料到，卡米尔号飓风来势定然凶猛。
就在去年8月17日那个星期天，当卡米尔号飓风越过墨西哥湾向西北进袭之时，收音机和电视里整天不断地播放着飓风警报。
柯夏克一家居住的地方一—密西西比州的高尔夫港——肯定会遭到这场飓风的猛烈袭击。
路易斯安那、密西西比和亚拉巴马三州沿海一带的居民已有将近15万人逃往内陆安全地带。
但约翰就像沿海村落中其他成千上万的人一样，不愿舍弃家园，要他下决心弃家外逃，除非等到他的一家人一—妻子詹妮丝以及他们那七个年龄从三岁到十一岁的孩子一一眼看着就要灾祸临头。
2为了找出应付这场风灾的最佳对策，他与父母商量过。
两位老人是早在一个月前就从加利福尼亚迁到这里来，住进柯夏克一家所住的那幢十个房间的屋子里。
他还就此征求过从拉斯韦加斯开车来访的老朋友查理?希尔的意见。
3约翰的全部产业就在自己家里(他开办的玛格纳制造公司是设计、研制各种教育玩具和教育用品的。
公司的一切往来函件、设计图纸和工艺模具全都放在一楼)。
37岁的他对飓风的威力是深有体会的。
四年前，他原先拥有的位于高尔夫港以西几英里外的那个家就曾毁于贝翠号飓风(那场风灾前夕柯夏克已将全家搬到一家汽车旅馆过夜)。
不过，当时那幢房子所处的地势偏低，高出海平面仅几英尺。
“我们现在住的这幢房子高了23英尺，，’他对父亲说，“而且距离海边足有250码远。
这幢房子是1915年建造的。
至今还从未受到过飓风的袭击。
我们呆在这儿恐怕是再安全不过了。
”4老柯夏克67岁．是个语粗心慈的熟练机械师。
他对儿子的意见表示赞同。
“我们是可以严加防卫。
度过难关的，”他说?“一但发现危险信号，我们还可以赶在天黑之前撤出去。
”5 为了对付这场飓风，几个男子汉有条不紊地做起准备工作来。
自米水管道可能遭到破坏，他们把浴盆和提俑都盛满水。
飓风也可能造成断电，所以他们检查r手提式收音机和手电筒里的电池以及提灯里的燃料油。
约翰的父亲将一台小发电机搬到楼下门厅里．接上几个灯泡。
高级英语课文翻译(上册)
课文翻译(Translation of the text)第一课超级摇滚巨星——关于我们自己和我们的社会，他们告诉我们些什么？摇滚乐是青少年反叛的音乐。
一—摇滚乐评论家约翰·罗克韦尔由其崇拜的人即可知其人。
——小说家罗伯特·佩恩·沃伦1972年6月中旬的一天，芝加哥圆形露天剧场里观众如潮，群情激昂，狂摇猛摆。
台上，滚石乐队的米克·贾格尔正在演唱“午夜漫步人”。
演唱结束时评论家唐·赫克曼在现场。
他说：“贾格尔抓起一个装有半加伦水的罐子沿着舞台前沿跑动，把里面的水往前几排狂热的听众身上洒。
他们蜂拥地跟随他，热切地希望能淋上几滴这洗礼的圣水。
”1973年12月下旬的一天，大约一万四千名尖声叫喊的歌迷在华盛顿市外的首都中心剧场嘈杂地涌向台前。
美国的恐怖歌星艾利斯·库珀正要结束自己表演。
他借助断头台假装结束自己生命来结束表演。
他的“头”落人一个草篮中。
“啊！”一个穿黑衣服的女孩惊呼道，“啊，太了不起了！”十四岁的迈克·玻利也在场，但他的父母并不在。
“他们觉得他令人恶心，”迈克说，“他们对我说，‘你怎么能忍受那种东西？’”1974年1月下旬的一天，在纽约州尤宁代尔的拿骚体育馆里，鲍勃·狄伦和乐队正在为音乐会上用的乐器调音。
场外瓢泼大雨中，摇滚乐迷克利斯·辛格正等着入场。
“这是朝圣，”克利斯说，“我应该跪着爬进去。
”你是如何看待所有这些溢美之词与英雄崇拜？当米克·贾格尔迷们把他视为至高的神父或神明时，你是赞成他们还是反对他们？你和克利斯·辛格一样对鲍勃·狄伦怀有几乎是宗教般的崇敬吗？你认为他或狄伦步入歧途了吗？你是否嫌艾利斯·库珀表演恶心而不接受他？还是你莫名其妙地被这个怪异的小丑吸引，因为他表现了你最疯狂的幻想？这并非是些随便问问的问题。
有些社会学家认为，你对这些问题的回答，很能说明你在想些什么，社会在想些什么。
00600高级英语课文翻译（全中文）
Lesson 1 摇滚歌星1972年6月的一天，芝加哥圆形剧场挤满了大汗淋漓、疯狂摇摆的人们。
滚石摇滚乐队的迈克•贾格尔正在台上演唱“午夜漫步人”。
演唱结束时评论家唐•赫克曼在现场。
他描述道：“贾格尔抓起一个半加仑的水罐沿舞台前沿边跑边把里面的水洒向前几排汗流浃背的听众。
听众们蜂拥般跟随着他跑，急切地希望能沾上几滴洗礼的圣水。
1973年12月下旬的一天，约1.4万名歌迷在华盛顿市外的首都中心剧场尖叫着，乱哄哄地拥向台前。
美国的恐怖歌星艾利丝•库珀的表演正接近尾声。
他表演的最后一幕是假装在断头台上结束自己的生命。
他的“头”落入一个草篮中。
“哎呀！”一个黑衣女孩子惊呼道：“啊!真是了不起，不是吗？”。
当时，14岁的迈克珀力也在场，但他的父母不在那里。
“他们觉得他恶心，恶心，恶心，”迈克说，“他们对我说，你怎么受得了那些？”1974年1月下旬的一天，在纽约州尤宁谷城拿骚体育场内，鲍勃•狄伦和“乐队”乐队正在为音乐会上要用的乐器调音。
馆外，摇滚歌迷克利斯•辛格在大雨中等待着入场。
“这是朝圣，”克利斯说，“我应该跪着爬进去。
”对于这一切好评及个人崇拜，你怎么看？当米克•贾格尔的崇拜者们把他视为上帝的最高代表或是一个神时，你是赞成还是反对？你也和克利斯•辛格一样对鲍勃•狄伦怀有几乎是宗教般的崇敬吗？你认为他或狄伦是步入歧途吗？你也认为艾利丝•库珀令人恶心而拒不接受吗？难道你会莫名其妙地被这个奇怪的小丑吸引，原因就在于他表达出你最狂热的幻想？这些并不是闲谈。
有些社会学家认为对这些问题的回答可以充分说明你在想些什么以及社会在想些什么——也就是说，有关你和社会的态度。
社会学家欧文•霍洛威茨说：“音乐表现其时代。
” 霍洛威茨把摇滚乐的舞台视为某种辩论的论坛，一个各种思想交锋的场所。
他把它看作是一个美国社会努力为自己的感情及信仰不断重新进行解释的地方。
他说：“重新解释是一项只有青年人才能执行的任务。
只有他们才把创造与夸张、理性与运动、言语与声音、音乐与政治融为一体。
高级英语课文翻译(下册)
�下�L e s s o n O n e T h e C o m p a n y i n W h i c h I w o r k我工作的公司B y J o s e p h H e l l e rI n t h e c o m p a n y i n w h i c h I w o r k,e a c h o f u s i s a f r a i d o f a t l e a s t o n e p e r s o n.6我工作的公司里�每个人都至少害怕一个人。
T h e l o w e r y o u r p o s i t i o n i s,t h e m o r e p e o p l e y o u a r e a f r a i d o f.职位越低�所惧怕的人越多。
A n d a l l t h e p e o p l e a r e a f r a i d o f t h e t w e l v e m e n a t t h e t o p w h o h e l p e d f o u n d a n d b u i l d t h e c o m p a n y a n d n o w o w n a n d d i r e c t i t.所有的人都害怕那十二位顶层上司�他们帮助创建了这个公司�而且现在仍然大权在握。
A l l t h e s e t w e l v e m e n a r e e l d e r l y n o w a n d d r a i n e d b y t i m e歲月滄桑a n d s u c c e s s o f e n e r g y a n d a m b i t i o n.所有这十二位都已经上了年纪�而且岁月的沧桑和对成功的执著追求使他们心力交瘁。
M a n y h a v e s p e n t t h e i r w h o l e l i v e s h e r e.T h e y s e e m f r i e n d l y,s l o w,a n d c o n t e n t w h e n I c o m e u p o n t h e m i n t h e h a l l s a n d a l w a y s c o u r t e o u s(有禮貌的)a n d m u t e沉默不語的�w h e n t h e y r i d e w i t h o t h e r s i n t h e p u b l i c e l e v a t o r s.他们中很多人在这儿干了一辈子。
高级英语第一册课文翻译_张汉熙版
高级英语第一册课文翻译第一课中东的集市中东的集市仿佛把你带回到了几百年、甚至几千年前的时代。
此时此刻显现在我脑海中的这个中东集市，其入口处是一座古老的砖石结构的哥特式拱门。
你首先要穿过一个赤日耀眼、灼热逼人的大型露天广场，然后走进一个凉爽、幽暗的洞穴。
这市场一直向前延伸，一眼望不到尽头，消失在远处的阴影里。
赶集的人们络绎不绝地进出市场，一些挂着铃铛的小毛驴穿行于这熙熙攘攘的人群中，边走边发出和谐悦耳的叮当叮当的响声。
市场的路面约有十二英尺宽，但每隔几码远就会因为设在路边的小货摊的挤占而变窄；那儿出售的货物各种各样，应有尽有。
你一走进市场，就可以听到摊贩们的叫卖声，赶毛驴的小伙计和脚夫们大着嗓门叫人让道的吆喝声，还有那些想买东西的人们与摊主讨价还价的争吵声。
各种各样的噪声此伏彼起，不绝于耳，简直叫人头晕。
随后，当往市场深处走去时，人口处的喧闹声渐渐消失，眼前便是清静的布市了。
这里的泥土地面，被无数双脚板踩踏得硬邦邦的，人走在上面几乎听不到脚步声了，而拱形的泥砖屋顶和墙壁也难得产生什么回音效果。
布店的店主们一个个都是轻声轻气、慢条斯理的样子；买布的顾客们在这种沉闷压抑的气氛感染下，自然而然地也学着店主们的榜样，变得低声细语起来。
中东集市的特点之一是经销同类商品的店家，为避免相互间的竞争，不是分散在集市各处，而是都集中在一块儿，这样既便于让买主知道上哪儿找他们，同时他们自己也可以紧密地联合起来，结成同盟，以便保护自己不受欺侮和刁难。
例如，在布市上，所有那 1些卖衣料、窗帘布、椅套布等的商贩都把货摊一个接一个地排设在马路两边，每一个店铺门面前都摆有一张陈列商品的搁板桌和一些存放货物的货架。
讨价还价是人们习以为常的事。
头戴面纱的妇女们迈着悠闲的步子从一个店铺逛到另一个店铺，一边挑选一边问价；在她们缩小选择范围并开始正儿八经杀价之前，往往总要先同店主谈论几句，探探价底。
对于顾客来说，至关重要的一点是，不到最后一刻是不能让店主猜到她心里究竟中意哪样东西、想买哪样东西的。
大学高级英语课文翻译
第一课救赎 ----兰斯顿.休斯在我快13岁那年，我的灵魂得到了拯救，然而并不是真正意义上的救赎。
事情是这样的。
那时我的阿姨里德所在的教堂正在举行一场盛大的宗教复兴晚会。
数个星期以来每个夜晚，人们在那里讲道，唱诵，祈祷。
连一些罪孽深重的人都获得了耶稣的救赎，教堂的成员一下子增多了。
就在复兴晚会结束之前，他们为孩子们举行了一次特殊的集会——把小羊羔带回羊圈。
里德阿姨数日之前就开始和我提这件事。
那天晚上，我和其他还没有得到主宽恕的小忏悔者们被送去坐在教堂前排,那是为祷告的人安排的座椅。
我的阿姨告诉我说：“当你看到耶稣的时候，你看见一道光，然后感觉心里似乎有什么发生。
从此以后耶稣就进入了你的生命，他将与你同在。
你能够看见、听到、感受到他和你的灵魂融为一体。
”我相信里德阿姨说的，许多老人都这么说，似乎她们都应该知道。
尽管教堂里面拥挤而闷热，我依然静静地坐在那里，等待耶稣的到来。
布道师祷告，富有节奏，非常精彩。
呻吟、喊叫、寂寞的呼喊，还有地狱中令人恐怖的画面。
然后他唱了一首赞美诗。
诗中描述了99只羊都安逸的待在圈里，唯有一个被冷落在外的情形。
唱完后他说道：“难道你不来吗？不来到耶稣身旁吗？小羊羔们，难道你们不来吗？”他向坐在祷告席上的小忏悔者们打开了双臂，小女孩们开始哭了，她们中有一些很快跳了起来，跑了过去。
我们大多数仍然坐在那里。
许多长辈过来跪在我们的身边开始祷告。
老妇人的脸像煤炭一样黑，头上扎着辫子，老爷爷的手因长年的工作而粗糙皲裂。
他们吟唱着“点燃微弱的灯，让可怜的灵魂得到救赎”的诗歌。
整个教堂里到处都是祈祷者的歌声。
最后其他所有小忏悔者们都去了圣坛上，得到了救赎，除了一个男孩和依然静静地坐着等侯的我。
那个男孩是一个守夜人的儿子，名字叫威斯特里。
在我们的周围尽是祈祷的修女执事。
教堂里异常闷热，天色也越来越暗了。
最后威斯特里小声对我说：“去他妈的上帝。
我再也坐不住了，我们站起来吧，就可以得到救赎了。
”于是他就站了起来，也因此得到了救赎。
高级英语下册的课文中英文翻译
（下）Lesson One The Company in Which I work 我工作的公司*In the company in which I work , each of us is afraid of at least one person .我工作的公司里，每个人都至少害怕一个人。
*The lower your position is , the more people you are afraid of . 职位越低，所惧怕的人越多。
*And all the people are afraid of the twelve men at the top who helped found and build the company and now own and direct it .所有的人都害怕那十二位顶层上司，他们帮助创建了这个公司，而且现在仍然大权在握。
*All these twelve men are elderly now and drained by time 歲月滄桑and success of energy and ambition . 所有这十二位都已经上了年纪，而且岁月的沧桑和对成功的执著追求使他们心力交瘁。
*Many have spent their whole lives here .They seem friendly ,slow , and content when I come upon them in the halls and always courteous(有禮貌的) and mute 沉默不語的）when they ride with others in the public elevators . 他们中很多人在这儿干了一辈子。
当我在大厅里遇见他们时，他们看上去非常友善、沉稳而心满意足，而且他们与别人一起乘坐公共电梯时又总是彬彬有礼、沉默不语*Nobody is sure anymore who really runs the company ( not even the people who are credited with running it ) , but the company does run . 没有人知道谁真正经营这家公司（甚至连人们认为现在经营着这家公司的那些人都不知道），然而公司的确在运转。
高级英语第一册（修订本）第课LessonTheLoons原文与翻译
高级英语第一册（修订本）第课LessonTheLoons原文与翻译The LoonsMargarel Laurence1、Just below Manawaka, where the Wachakwa River ran brown and noisy over the pebbles , the scrub oak and grey-green willow and chokecherry bushes grew in a dense thicket 、In a clearing at the centre of the thicket stood the Tonnerre family's shack、The basis at this dwelling was a small square cabin made of poplar poles and chinked with mud, which had been built by Jules Tonnerre some fifty years before, when he came back from Batoche with a bullet in his thigh, the year that Riel was hung and the voices of the Metis entered their long silence、Jules had only intended to stay the winter in the Wachakwa Valley, but the family was still there in the thirties, when I was a child、As the T onnerres had increased, their settlement had been added to, until the clearing at the foot of the town hill was a chaos of lean-tos, wooden packing cases, warped lumber, discarded car types, ramshackle chicken coops , tangled strands of barbed wire and rusty tin cans、2、The Tonnerres were French half breeds, and among themselves they spoke a patois that was neither Cree nor French、Their English was broken and full of obscenities、They did not belong among the Cree of the Galloping Mountain reservation, further north, and they did not belong among the Scots-Irish and Ukrainians of Manawaka, either、They were, as my Grandmother MacLeod would have put it, neither flesh, fowl, nor good salt herring 、When their men were not working at odd jobs or as section hands onthe C、P、R、they lived on relief、In the summers, one of the Tonnerre youngsters, with a face that seemed totally unfamiliar with laughter, would knock at the doors of the town's brick houses and offer for sale a lard -pail full of bruised wild strawberries, and if he got as much as a quarter he would grab the coin and run before the customer had time to change her mind、Sometimes old Jules, or his son Lazarus, would get mixed up in a Saturday-night brawl , and would hit out at whoever was nearest or howl drunkenly among the offended shoppers on Main Street, and then the Mountie would put them for the night in the barred cell underneath the Court House, and the next morning they would be quiet again、3、Piquette T onnerre, the daughter of Lazarus, was in my class at school、She was older than I, but she had failed several grades, perhaps because her attendance had always been sporadic and her interest in schoolwork negligible 、Part of the reason she had missed a lot of school was that she had had tuberculosis of the bone, and had once spent many months in hospital、I knew this because my father was the doctor who had looked after her、Her sickness was almost the only thing I knew about her, however、Otherwise, she existed for me only as a vaguely embarrassing presence, with her hoarse voice and her clumsy limping walk and her grimy cotton dresses that were always miles too long、I was neither friendly nor unfriendly towards her、She dwelt and moved somewhere within my scope of vision, but I did not actually notice her very much until that peculiar summer when I was eleven、4、"I don't know what to do about that kid、" my father said at dinner one evening、"Piquette Tonnerre, I mean、The damn bone's flared up again、I've had her in hospital for quite a whilenow, and it's under control all right, but I hate like the dickens to send her home again、"5、"Couldn't you explain to her mother that she has to resta lot?" my mother said、6、"The mother's not there" my father replied、"She took offa few years back、Can't say I blame her、Piquette cooks for them, and she says Lazarus would never do anything for himself as long as she's there、Anyway, I don't think she'd take much care of herself, once she got back、She's only thirteen, after all、Beth, I was thinking—What about taking her up to Diamond Lake with us this summer? A couple of months rest would give that bone a much better chance、"7、My mother looked stunned、8、"But Ewen -- what about Roddie and Vanessa?"9、"She's not contagious ," my father said、"And it would be pany for Vanessa、"10、"Oh dear," my mother said in distress, "I'll bet anything she has nits in her hair、"11、"For Pete's sake," my father said crossly, "do you think Matron would let her stay in the hospital for all this time like that? Don't be silly, Beth、"12、Grandmother MacLeod, her delicately featured face as rigid as a cameo , now brought her mauve -veined hands together as though she were about to begin prayer、13、"Ewen, if that half breed youngster es along to Diamond Lake, I'm not going," she announced、"I'll go to Morag's for the summer、"14、I had trouble in stifling my urge to laugh, for my mother brightened visibly and quickly tried to hide it、If it came to a choice between Grandmother MacLeod and Piquette, Piquettewould win hands down, nits or not、15、"It might be quite nice for you, at that," she mused、"You haven't seen Morag for over a year, and you might enjoy being in the city for a while、Well, Ewen dear, you do what you think best、If you think it would do Piquette some good, then we' II be glad to have her, as long as she behaves herself、"16、So it happened that several weeks later, when we all piled into my father's old Nash, surrounded by suitcases and boxes of provisions and toys for my ten-month-old brother, Piquette was with us and Grandmother MacLeod, miraculously, was not、My father would only be staying at the cottage for a couple of weeks, for he had to get back to his practice, but the rest of us would stay at Diamond Lake until the end of August、17、Our cottage was not named, as many were, "Dew Drop Inn" or "Bide-a-Wee," or "Bonnie Doon”、The sign on the roadway bore in austere letters only our name, MacLeod、It was not a large cottage, but it was on the lakefront、You could look out the windows and see, through the filigree of the spruce trees, the water glistening greenly as the sun caught it、All around the cottage were ferns, and sharp-branched raspberrybushes, and moss that had grown over fallen tree trunks, If you looked carefully among the weeds and grass, you could find wild strawberry plants which were in white flower now and in another month would bear fruit, the fragrant globes hanging like miniaturescarlet lanterns on the thin hairy stems、The two grey squirrels were still there, gossiping at us from the tall spruce beside the cottage, and by the end of the summer they would again be tame enough to take pieces of crust from my hands、The broad mooseantlers that hung above the back door were a little more bleached and fissured after the winter, but otherwiseeverything was the same、I raced joyfully around my kingdom, greeting all the places I had not seen for a year、My brother, Roderick, who had not been born when we were here last summer, sat on the car rug in the sunshine and examined a brown spruce cone, meticulously turning it round and round in his small and curious hands、My mother and father toted the luggage from car to cottage, exclaiming over how well the place had wintered, no broken windows, thank goodness, no apparent damage from storm felled branches or snow、18、Only after I had finished looking around did I notice Piquette、She was sitting on the swing her lame leg held stiffly out, and her other foot scuffing the ground as she swung slowly back and forth、Her long hair hung black and straight around her shoulders, and her broad coarse-featured face bore no expression -- it was blank, as though she no longer dwelt within her own skull, as though she had gone elsewhere、I approached her very hesitantly、19、"Want to e and play?"20、Piquette looked at me with a sudden flash of scorn、21、"I ain't a kid," she said、22、Wounded, I stamped angrily away, swearing I would not speak to her for the rest of the summer、In the days that followed, however, Piquette began to interest me, and l began to want to interest her、My reasons did not appear bizarre to me、Unlikely as it may seem, I had only just realised that the T onnerre family, whom I had always heard Called half breeds, were actually Indians, or as near as made no difference、My acquaintance with Indians was not expensive、I did not remember ever having seen a real Indian, and my new awareness that Piquette sprang from the people of Big Bear and Poundmaker, of Tecumseh, of theIroquois who had eaten Father Brébeuf's heart--all this gave her an instant attraction in my eyes、I was devoted reader of Pauline Johnson at this age, and sometimes would orate aloud and in an exalted voice, WestWind, blow from your prairie nest, Blow from the mountains, blow from the west--and so on、It seemed to me that Piquette must be in some way a daughter of the forest, a kind of junior prophetess of the wilds, who might impart to me, if I took the right approach, some of the secrets which she undoubtedly knew --where the whippoorwill made her nest, how the coyote reared her young, or whatever it was that it said in Hiawatha、23、I set about gaining Piquette's trust、She was not allowed to go swimming, with her bad leg, but I managed to lure her down to the beach-- or rather, she came because there was nothing else to do、The water was always icy, for the lake was fed by springs, but I swam like a dog, thrashing my arms and legs around at such speed and with such an output of energy that I never grew cold、Finally, when I had enough, I came out and sat beside Piquette on the sand、When she saw me approaching, her hands squashed flat the sand castle she had been building, and she looked at me sullenly, without speaking、24、"Do you like this place?" I asked, after a while, intending to lead on from there into the question of forest lore 、25、Piquette shrugged、"It's okay、Good as anywhere、"26、"I love it, "1 said、"We e here every summer、"27、"So what?" Her voice was distant, and I glanced at her uncertainly, wondering what I could have said wrong、28、"Do you want to e for a walk?" I asked her、"We wouldn't need to go far、If you walk just around the point there, you e to a bay where great big reeds grow in the water, and allkinds of fish hang around there、Want to? e on、"29、She shook her head、30、"Your dad said I ain't supposed to do no more walking than I got to、"I tried another line、31、"I bet you know a lot about the woods and all that, eh?"I began respectfully、32、Piquette looked at me from her large dark unsmiling eyes、33、"I don't know what in hell you're talkin' about," she replied、"You nuts or somethin'? If you mean where my old man, and me, and all them live, you better shut up, by Jesus, you hear?"34、I was startled and my feelings were hurt, but I had a kind of dogged perseverance、I ignored her rebuff、35、"You know something, Piquette? There's loons here, on this lake、You can see their nests just up the shore there, behind those logs、At night, you can hear them even from the cottage, but it's better to listen from the beach、My dad says we should listen and try to remember how they sound, because in a few years when more cottages are built at Diamond Lake and more people e in, the loons will go away、"36、Piquette was picking up stones and snail shells and then dropping them again、37、"Who gives a good goddamn?" she said、38、It became increasingly obvious that, as an Indian, Piquette was a dead loss、That evening I went out by myself, scrambling through the bushes that overhung the steep path, my feet slipping on the fallen spruce needles that covered the ground、When I reached the shore, I walked along the firm damp sand to the small pier that my father had built, and sat downthere、I heard someone else crashing through the undergrowth and the bracken, and for a moment I thought Piquette had changed her mind, but it turned out to be my father、He sat beside me on the pier and we waited, without speaking、38、At night the lake was like black glass with a streak of amber which was the path of the moon、All around, the spruce trees grew tall and close-set, branches blackly sharp against the sky, which was lightened by a cold flickering of stars、Then the loons began their calling、They rose like phantom birds from the nests on the shore, and flew out onto the dark still surface of the water、40、No one can ever describe that ululating sound, the crying of the loons, and no one who has heard it can ever forget it、Plaintive , and yet with a qualityof chilling mockery , those voices belonged to a world separated by aeon from our neat world of summer cottages and the lighted lamps of home、41、"They must have sounded just like that," my father remarked, "before any person ever set foot here、" Then he laughed、"You could say the same, of course, about sparrows or chipmunk, but somehow it only strikes you that way with the loons、"42、"I know," I said、43、Neither of us suspected that this would be the last time we would ever sit here together on the shore, listening、We stayed for perhaps half an hour, and then we went back to the cottage、My mother was reading beside the fireplace、Piquette was looking at the burning birch log, and not doing anything、44、"You should have e along," I said, although in fact I was glad she had not、45、"Not me", Piquette said、"You wouldn’ catch me walkin' way down there jus' for a bunch of squawkin' birds、"46、Piquette and I remained ill at ease with one another、felt I had somehow failed my father, but I did not know what was the matter, nor why she Would not or could not respond when I suggested exploring the woods or Playing house、I thought it was probably her slow and difficult walking that held her back、She stayed most of the time in the cottage with my mother, helping her with the dishes or with Roddie, but hardly ever talking、Then the Duncans arrived at their cottage, and I spent my days with Mavis, who was my best friend、I could not reach Piquette at all, and I soon lost interest in trying、But all that summer she remained as both a reproach and a mystery to me、47、That winter my father died of pneumonia, after less thana week's illness、For some time I saw nothing around me, being pletely immersed in my own pain and my mother's、When I looked outward once more, I scarcely noticed that Piquette Tonnerre was no longer at school、I do not remember seeing her at all until four years later, one Saturday night when Mavis and I were having Cokes in the Regal Café、The jukebox was booming like tuneful thunder, and beside it, leaning lightly on its chrome and its rainbow glass, wasa girl、48、Piquette must have been seventeen then, although she looked about twenty、I stared at her, astounded that anyone could have changed so much、Her face, so stolidand expressionless before, was animated now with a gaiety that was almost violent、She laughed and talked very loudly with the boys around her、Her lipstick was bright carmine, and her hair was cut Short and frizzily permed 、She had not been pretty as a child,and she was not pretty now, for her features were still heavy and blunt、But her dark and slightlyslanted eyes were beautiful, and her skin-tight skirt and orange sweater displayed to enviable advantage a soft and slender body、49、She saw me, and walked over、She teetered a little, but it was not due to her once-tubercular leg, for her limp was almost gone、50、"Hi, Vanessa," Her voice still had the same hoarseness 、"Long time no see, eh?"51、"Hi," I said "Where've you been keeping yourself, Piquette?"52、"Oh, I been around," she said、"I been away almost two years now、Been all over the place--Winnipeg, Regina, Saskatoon、Jesus, what I could tell you! I e back this summer, butI ain't stayin'、You kids go in to the dance?"53、"No," I said abruptly, for this was a sore point with me、I was fifteen, and thought I was old enough to go to the Saturday-night dances at the Flamingo、My mother, however, thought otherwise、54、"Y'oughta e," Piquette said、"I never miss one、It's just about the on'y thing in this jerkwater55、town that's any fun、Boy, you couldn' catch me stayin' here、I don' givea shit about this place、It stinks、"56、She sat down beside me, and I caught the harsh over-sweetness of her perfume、57、"Listen, you wanna know something, Vanessa?" she confided , her voice only slightly blurred、"Your dad was the only person in Manawaka that ever done anything good to me、"58、I nodded speechlessly、I was certain she was speaking the truth、I knew a little more than I had that summer at Diamond Lake, but I could not reach her now any more than I had then, I was ashamed, ashamed of my own timidity, the frightened tendency to look the other way、Yet I felt no real warmth towards her-- I only felt that I ought to, because of that distant summer and because my father had hoped she would be pany for me, or perhaps that I would be for her, but it had not happened that way、At this moment, meeting her again, I had to admit that she repelled and embarrassed me, and I could not help despising the self-pity in her voice、I wished she would go away、I did not want to see her did not know what to say to her、It seemed that we had nothing to say to one another、59、"I'll tell you something else," Piquette went on、"All the old bitches an' biddies in this town will sure be surprised、I'm gettin' married this fall -- my boy friend, he's an English fella, works in the stockyards in the city there, a very tall guy, got blond wavy hair、Gee, is he ever handsome、Got this real Hiroshima name、Alvin Gerald Cummings--some handle, eh? They call him Al、"60、For the merest instant, then I saw her、I really did see her, for the first and only time in all the years we had both lived in the same town、Her defiant face, momentarily, became unguarded and unmasked, and in her eyes there was a terrifying hope、61、"Gee, Piquette --" I burst out awkwardly, "that's swell、That's really wonderful、Congratulations—good luck--I hope you'll be happy--"62、As l mouthed the conventional phrases, I could only guess how great her need must have been, that she had beenforced to seek the very things she so bitterly rejected、63、When I was eighteen, I left Manawaka and went away to college、At the end of my first year, I came back home for the summer、I spent the first few days in talking non-stop with my mother, as we exchanged all the news that somehow had not found its way into letters-- what had happened in my life and what had happened here in Manawaka while I was away、My mother searched her memory for events that concerned peopleI knew、64、"Did I ever write you about Piquette Tonnerre, Vanessa?" she asked one morning、65、"No, I don't think so," I replied、"Last I heard of her, she was going to marry some guy in the city、Is she still there?"66、My mother looked Hiroshima , and it was a moment before she spoke, as though she did not know how to express what she had to tell and wished she did not need to try、67、"She's dead," she said at last、Then, as I stared at her, "Oh, Vanessa, when it happened, I couldn't help thinking of her as she was that summer--so sullen and gauche and badly dressed、I couldn't help wondering if we could have done something more at that time--but what could we do? She used to be around in the cottage there with me all day, and honestly it was all I could do to get a word out of her、She didn't even talk to your father very much, althoughI think she liked him in her way、"68、"What happened?" I asked、69、"Either her husband left her, or she left him," my mother said、"I don't know which、Anyway, she came back here with two youngsters, both only babies--they must have been born very close together、She kept house, I guess, for Lazarus and herbrothers, down in the valley there, in the old T onnerre place、I used to see her on the street sometimes, but she never spoke to me、She'd put on an awful lot of weight, and she looked a mess, to tell you the truth, a real slattern , dressed any old how、She was up in court a couple of times--drunk and disorderly, of course、One Saturday night last winter, during the coldest weather, Piquette was alone in the shack with the children、The Tonnerres made home brew all the time, so I've heard, and Lazarus saidlater she'd been drinking most of the day when he and the boys went out that evening、They had an old woodstove there--you know the kind, with exposed pipes、The shack caught fire、Piquette didn't get out, and neither did the children、"70、I did not say anything、As so often with Piquette, there did not seem to be anything to say、There was a kind of silence around the image in my mind of the fire and the snow, and I wished I could put from my memory the look thatI had seen once in Piquette's eyes、71、I went up to Diamond Lake for a few days that summer, with Mavis and her family、The MacLeod cottage had been sold after my father's death, and I did not even go to look at it, not wanting to witness my long-ago kingdom possessed now by strangers、But one evening I went clown to the shore by myself、72、The small pier which my father had built was gone, and in its place there was a large and solid pier built by the government, for Galloping Mountain was now a national park, and Diamond Lake had been re-named Lake , for it was felt that an Indian name would have a greater appeal to tourists、The one store had bee several dozen, and the settlement had all the attributes of a flourishing resort--hotels, a dance-hall, cafes withneon signs, the penetrating odoursof potato chips and hot dogs、73、I sat on the government pier and looked out across the water、At night the lake at least was the same as it had always been, darkly shining and bearing within its black glass the streak of amber that was the path of the moon、There was no wind that evening, and everything was quiet all around me、It seemed too quiet, and then I realized that the loons were no longer here、I listened for some time, to make sure, but never once did I hear that long-drawn call, half mocking and half plaintive, spearing through the stillness across the lake、74、I did not know what had happened to the birds、Perhaps they had gone away to some far place of belonging、Perhaps they had been unable to find such a place, and had simply died out, having ceased to care any longer whether they lived or not、75、I remembered how Piquette had scorned to e along, when my father andI sat there and listened to the lake birds、It seemed to me now that in some unconscious and totally unrecognized way, Piquette might have been the only one, after all, who had heard the crying of the loons、第十二课潜水鸟玛格丽特劳伦斯马纳瓦卡山下有一条小河,叫瓦恰科瓦河,浑浊得河水沿着布满鹅卵石得河床哗哗地流淌着,河边谷地上长着无数得矮橡树、灰绿色柳树与野樱桃树,形成一片茂密得丛林。
高级英语lesson 1 A trip for Mrs. Taylor 单词+课后翻译
Lesson 1Do yourself up: to make yourself look neat and attractive:Sue spent ages doing herself up.Do up:1 to fasten something, or to be fastened in a particular wayDo up your coat or you‟ll get cold.a skirt which does up at the back2 to repair an old building or car, or to improve its appearance:They did up an old cottage in the Scottish Highlands.3 to decorate something in a particular way:The apartment was done up in English style.4to wrap something in paperWeigh:verb1 to consider something carefully so that you can make a decision about it:It is my job to weigh the evidence.weigh something against something:We have to weigh the benefits of the scheme against the costs.2 to influence someone‟s opinion and the decision that they make:Weigh againstThis unfortunate experience will weigh heavily against further investment in the area.Weigh in somebody/something’s favorThese facts will weigh in your favor.Weigh withHer evidence weighed strongly with the judge.3 weigh your words to think very carefully about what you say because you donot want to say the wrong thing:He was weighing his words carefully.Be weighed down with something: if a problem weighs you down, it makes youfeel worried and upsetBe weighed down by/with somethingHe felt weighed down by his responsibilities.The whole family was weighed down with grief.Prompt:1 to make someone decide to do somethingWhat prompted you to buy that suit?News of the scandal prompted a Senate investigation.2 to remind an actor of the next words in a speechHis job is to prompt the actors when they forget their lines.Most of the children knew their lines so the director didn‟t need to prompt very much. hustle and bustle: busy and noisy activityI was tired of the hustle and bustle of New York.Life was terribly hectic in the city, she thought, all hustle and bustle.The people in the cities seem always tired and exhausted for all the hustle and bustle around them.Take/seek refuge in: gain shelter or protection from someone or something During the frequent air-raids, people took refuge in their cellars.During the storm, tourists huddled in darkened hotels and hundreds of locals sought refuge in emergency shelters overnight.Cooped up: having to stay for a period of time in a place that is too small: It isn‟t good for you to be cooped up in the house all day.Sinking:(情绪低落;心情沉闷) the unpleasant feeling that you get when you suddenlyrealize that something bad is going to happen:I had a sinking feeling inside as I realized I was going to fail yet again.With a sinking at heart, Katherine rearranged the items in her satchel.Stock:1 a supply of a particular type of thing that a shop has available to sell:We have a huge stock of quality carpets on sale.out of stock/in stock (=unavailable or available in a particular shop)I'm sorry, that swimsuit is completely out of stock in your size.2 take stock of something: to think carefully about the things that havehappened in a situation in order to decide what to do next: While in hospital, Jeremy took stock of his life.He paused outside the doors, taking stock of his men, careful not to give any sign of his thoughts.He walked back inside and took stock of the situation.Play hooky/truant: to stay away from school without permissionA boy playing hooky in Texas is not a criminal who is put away for study. Harness: verb1 to control and use the natural force or power of something:We can harness the power of the wind to generate electricity.2 to fasten two animals together, or to fasten an animal to something using a harness3 to put a harness on a horseHarness:noun1 a set of leather bands used to control a horse or to attach it to a vehicle it is pulling2 a set of bands used to hold someone in a place or to stop them from falling3 in harness British English doing your usual work:I felt glad to be back in harness.4 in harness (with somebody)British English working closely with anotherperson or groupOverride: verb1 to use your power or authority to change someone else's decision:The EU commission exercised its power to override British policy.Congress has the power to override the President's veto.2 to be regarded as more important than something else:The needs of the mother should not override the needs of the child.3 to stop a machine doing something that it does by itself:Can you override the automatic locking system?Starve for or be starved for: long for; be anxious forThe poor kid‟s just starved for attention.He was away in the Army and always starved for news for his girlfriend. Engross: if something engrosses you, it interests you so much that you do not notice anything else:The scene was stunning, and for a time engrossed all our attention.Take your mind off it by engrossing yourself in a good book.Dad was engrossed in the paper.Who‟s that guy Jane‟s been engrossed in conversation with all night?Set: ready [not before noun]set forAre you all set for the trip?The songwriter was all set for the interview with the director on the appointed day.set to do somethingI was just set to go when the phone rang.Intrude into/on/upon:1 to interrupt someone or become involved in their private affairs in anannoying and unwanted way:Would I be intruding if I came with you?Employers should not intrude into the private lives of their employees.2 to come into a place or situation, and have an unwanted effectIt is to be hoped that TV cameras never intrude on this peaceful place.Synonym: interfere • meddle • poke/stick your nose into • put/shove/stick your oar inGet the better/best of somebody:1 if your feelings or wishes get the better of you, they make you behave in away you would not normally behave:My curiosity finally got the better of me and I opened the letter.I think her nerves got the better of her.2 to defeat someone or deal successfully with a problemSo mortals learned that it is not possible to get the better of Zeus or ever deceive him.David wanted to study till midnight, but sleepiness got the best of him Enthrall: verb to make someone very interested and excited, so that they listen or watch something very carefullybe enthralled by/with somebody/somethingThe children were enthralled by the story she was tellingsimilar words:intrigued, curious, absorbed, very interested, fascinated, engrossed, spellboundToss and turn: to keep changing your position in bed because you cannot sleep: I‟ve been tossing and turning all night.Recurring thoughts about her conversation with her boss had kept her tossing and turning most of the night.翻译：1.我不能想象他到了这般年纪怎么会想攻读研究生的。
高级英语第一册课文翻译及习题(1,2,4,5,6)
高级英语第一册课文翻译及词汇第一课中东的集市中东的集市仿佛把你带回到了几百年、甚至几千年前的时代。
此时此刻显现在我脑海中的这个中东集市，其入口处是一座古老的砖石结构的哥特式拱门。
你首先要穿过一个赤日耀眼、灼热逼人的大型露天广场，然后走进一个凉爽、幽暗的洞穴。
这市场一直向前延伸，一眼望不到尽头，消失在远处的阴影里。
赶集的人们络绎不绝地进出市场，一些挂着铃铛的小毛驴穿行于这熙熙攘攘的人群中，边走边发出和谐悦耳的叮当叮当的响声。
市场的路面约有十二英尺宽，但每隔几码远就会因为设在路边的小货摊的挤占而变窄；那儿出售的货物各种各样，应有尽有。
你一走进市场，就可以听到摊贩们的叫卖声，赶毛驴的小伙计和脚夫们大着嗓门叫人让道的吆喝声，还有那些想买东西的人们与摊主讨价还价的争吵声。
各种各样的噪声此伏彼起，不绝于耳，简直叫人头晕。
随后，当往市场深处走去时，人口处的喧闹声渐渐消失，眼前便是清静的布市了。
这里的泥土地面，被无数双脚板踩踏得硬邦邦的，人走在上面几乎听不到脚步声了，而拱形的泥砖屋顶和墙壁也难得产生什么回音效果。
布店的店主们一个个都是轻声轻气、慢条斯理的样子；买布的顾客们在这种沉闷压抑的气氛感染下，自然而然地也学着店主们的榜样，变得低声细语起来。
中东集市的特点之一是经销同类商品的店家，为避免相互间的竞争，不是分散在集市各处，而是都集中在一块儿，这样既便于让买主知道上哪儿找他们，同时他们自己也可以紧密地联合起来，结成同盟，以便保护自己不受欺侮和刁难。
例如，在布市上，所有那1些卖衣料、窗帘布、椅套布等的商贩都把货摊一个接一个地排设在马路两边，每一个店铺门面前都摆有一张陈列商品的搁板桌和一些存放货物的货架。
讨价还价是人们习以为常的事。
头戴面纱的妇女们迈着悠闲的步子从一个店铺逛到另一个店铺，一边挑选一边问价；在她们缩小选择范围并开始正儿八经杀价之前，往往总要先同店主谈论几句，探探价底。
对于顾客来说，至关重要的一点是，不到最后一刻是不能让店主猜到她心里究竟中意哪样东西、想买哪样东西的。
高级英语原文及翻译
高级英语原文及翻译第一课 1 John Koshak, Jr.,knew that Hurricane Camille would be bad. Radio and television warnings had sounded throughout that Sunday, last August 17, as Camille lashed northwestward across the Gulf of Mexico. It was certain to pummel Gulfport, Miss., where the Koshers lived. Along the coasts of Louisiana, Mississippi and Alabama, nearly 150,000 people fled inland to safer 8round. But, like thousands of others in the coastal communities, john was reluctant to abandon his home unless the family -- his wife, Janis, and their seven children, abed 3 to 11 -- was clearly endangered.2 Trying to reason out the best course of action, he talked with his father and mother, who had moved into the ten-room house with the Koshaks a month earlier from California. He also consulted Charles Hill, a long time friend, who had driven from Las Vegas for a visit.3 John, 37 -- whose business was right there in his home ( he designed and developed educational toys and supplies, and all of Magna Products' correspondence, engineering drawings and art work were there on the first floor) -- was familiar with the power of a hurricane. Four years earlier, Hurricane Betsy had demolished undefined his former home a few miles west of Gulfport (Koshak had moved his family to a motel for the night). But that house had stood only a few feet above sea level. "We' re elevated 2a feet," he told his father, "and we' re a good 250 yards from the sea. The place has been here since 1915, and no hurricane has ever bothered it. We' II probably be as safe here as anyplace else."4 The elder Koshak, a gruff, warmhearted expert machinist of67, agreed. "We can batten down and ride it out," he said. "If we see signs of danger, we can get out before dark."5 The men methodically prepared for the hurricane. Since water mains might be damaged, they filled bathtubs and pails. A power failure was likely, so they checked out batteries for the portable radio and flashlights, and fuel for the lantern. John's father moved a small generator into the downstairs hallway, wired several light bulbs to it and prepared a connection to the refrigerator.6 Rain fell steadily that afternoon; gray clouds scudded in from the Gulf on the rising wind. The family had an early supper.A neighbor, whose husband was in Vietnam, asked if she and her two children could sit out the storm with the Koshaks. Another neighbor came by on his way in-land — would the Koshaks mind taking care of his dog?7 It grew dark before seven o' clock. Wind and rain now whipped the house. John sent his oldest son and daughter upstairs to bring down mattresses and pillows for the younger children. He wanted to keep the group together on one floor. "Stay away from the windows," he warned, concerned about glass flying from storm-shattered panes. As the wind mounted to a roar, the house began leaking- the rain seemingly driven right through the walls. With mops, towels, pots and buckets the Koshaks began a struggle against the rapidly spreading water. At 8:30, power failed, and Pop Koshak turned on the generator.8 The roar of the hurricane now was overwhelming. The house shook, and the ceiling in the living room was falling piece by piece. The French doors in an upstairs room blew in with an explosive sound, and the group heard gun- like reports as other upstairs windows disintegrated. Water rose above their ankles.9 Then the front door started to break away from its frame. John and Charlie put their shoulders against it, but a blast of water hit the house, flinging open the door and shoving them down the hall. The generator was doused, and the lights went out. Charlie licked his lips and shouted to John. "I think we' re in real trouble. That water tasted salty." The sea had reached the house, and the water was rising by the minute!10 "Everybody out the back door to the oars!" John yelled. "We' II pass the children along between us. Count them! Nine!"11 The children went from adult to adult like buckets in a fire brigade. But the cars wouldn't start; the electrical systems had been killed by water. The wind was too Strong and the water too deep to flee on foot. "Back to the house!" john yelled. "Count the children! Count nine!"12 As they scrambled back, john ordered, "Every-body on the stairs!" Frightened, breathless and wet, the group settled on the stairs, which were protected by two interior walls. The children put the oat, Spooky, and a box with her four kittens on the landing. She peered nervously at her litter. The neighbor's dog curled up and went to sleep.13 The wind sounded like the roar of a train passing a few yards away. The house shuddered and shifted on its foundations. Water inched its way up the steps as first- floor outside walls collapsed. No one spoke. Everyone knew there was no escape; they would live or die in the house.14 Charlie Hill had more or less taken responsibility for the neighbor and her two children. The mother was on the verge of panic. She clutched his arm and kept repeating, "I can't swim, I can't swim."15 "You won't have to," he told her, with outward calm. "It'sbound to end soon."16 Grandmother Koshak reached an arm around her husband's shoulder and put her mouth close to his ear. "Pop," she said, "I love you." He turned his head and answered, "I love you" -- and his voice lacked its usual gruffness.17 John watched the water lap at the steps, and felt a crushing guilt. He had underestimated the ferocity of Camille. He had assumed that what had never happened could not happen. He held his head between his hands, and silently prayed: "Get us through this mess, will You?"18 A moment later, the hurricane, in one mighty swipe, lifted the entire roof off the house and skimmed it 40 feet through the air. The bottom steps of the staircase broke apart. One wall began crumbling on the marooned group.19 Dr. Robert H. Simpson, director of the National Hurricane Center in Miami, Fla., graded Hurricane Camille as "the greatest recorded storm ever to hit a populated area in the Western Hemisphere." in its concentrated breadth of some 70 miles it shot out winds of nearly 200 m.p.h. and raised tides as high as 30 feet. Along the Gulf Coast it devastated everything in its swath: 19,467 homes and 709 small businesses were demolished or severely damaged. it seized a 600, 000-gallon Gulfport oil tank and dumped it 3 ~ miles away. It tore three large cargo ships from their moorings and beached them. Telephone poles and 20-inch-thick pines cracked like guns as the winds snapped them.20 To the west of Gulfport, the town of Pass Christian was virtually wiped out. Several vacationers at the luxurious Richelieu Apartments there held a hurricane party to watch the storm from their spectacular vantage point. Richelieu Apartments were smashed apart as if by a gigantic fist, and 26 people perished.21 Seconds after the roof blew off the Koshak house, john yelled, "Up the stairs -- into our bedroom! Count the kids." The children huddled in the slashing rain within the circle of adults. Grandmother Koshak implored, "Children, let's sing!" The children were too frightened to respond. She carried on alone fora few bars; then her voice trailed away.22 Debris flew as the living-room fireplace and its chimney collapsed. With two walls in their bedroom sanctuary beginning to disintegrate, John ordered, "Into the television room!" This was the room farthest from the direction of the storm.23 For an instant, John put his arm around his wife. Janis understood. Shivering from the wind and rain and fear, clutching two children to her, she thought, Dear Lord, give me the strength to endure what I have to. She felt anger against the hurricane. We won't let it win.24 Pop Koshak raged silently, frustrated at not being able to do anything to fight Camille. Without reason, he dragged a cedar chest and a double mattress from a bed-room into the TV room. At that moment, the wind tore out one wall and extinguished the lantern. A second wall moved, wavered, Charlie Hill tried to support it, but it toppled on him, injuring his back. The house, shuddering and rocking, had moved 25 feet from its foundations. The world seemed to be breaking apart.25 "Let's get that mattress up!" John shouted to his father. "Make it a lean-to against the wind. Get the kids under it. We can prop it up with our heads and shoulders!"26 The larger children sprawled on the floor, with the smaller ones in a layer on top of them, and the adults bent over all nine. The floor tilted. The box containing the litter of kittens slid off a shelf and vanished in the wind. Spooky flew off the top of asliding bookcase and also disappeared. The dog cowered with eyes closed. A third wall gave way. Water lapped across the slanting floor. John grabbed a door which was still hinged to one closet wall. "If the floor goes," he yelled at his father, "let's get the kids on this."27 In that moment, the wind slightly diminished, and the water stopped rising. Then the water began receding. The main thrust of Camille had passed. The Koshaks and their friends had survived.28 With the dawn, Gulfport people started coming back to their homes. They saw human bodies -- more than 130 men, women and children died along the Mississippi coast- and parts of the beach and highway were strewn with dead dogs, cats, cattle. Strips of clothing festooned the standing trees, and blown down power lines coiled like black spaghetti over the roads.29 None of the returnees moved quickly or spoke loudly; they stood shocked,trying to absorb the shattering scenes before their eyes. "What do we dot" they asked. "Where do we go?"30 By this time, organizations within the area and, in effect, the entire population of the United States had come to the aid of the devastated coast. Before dawn, the Mississippi National Guard and civil-defense units were moving in to handle traffic, guard property, set up communications centers, help clear the debris and take the homeless by truck and bus to refugee centers. By 10 a.m., the Salvation Army's canteen trucks and Red Cross volunteers and staffers were going wherever possible to distribute hot drinks, food, clothing and bedding.31 From hundreds of towns and cities across the country came several million dollars in donations; household and medicalsupplies streamed in by plane, train, truck and car. The federal government shipped 4,400,000 pounds of food, moved in mobile homes, set up portable classrooms, opened offices to provide low-interest, long-term business loans.32 Camille, meanwhile, had raked its way northward across Mississippi, dropping more than 28 inches of rain into West Virginia and southern Virginia, causing rampaging floods, huge mountain slides and 111 additional deaths before breaking up over the Atlantic Ocean.33 Like many other Gulfport families, the Koshaks quickly began reorganizing their lives, John divided his family in the homes of two friends. The neighbor with her two children went to a refugee center. Charlie Hill found a room for rent. By Tuesday, Charlie's back had improved, and he pitched in with Seabees in the worst volunteer work of all--searching for bodies. Three days after the storm, he decided not to return to Las Vegas, but to "remain in Gulfport and help rebuild the community."34 Near the end of the first week, a friend offered the Koshaks his apartment, and the family was reunited. The children appeared to suffer no psychological damage from their experience; they were still awed by the incomprehensible power of the hurricane, but enjoyed describing what they had seen and heard on that frightful night, Janis had just one delayed reaction.A few nights after the hurricane, she awoke suddenly at 2 a.m. She quietly got up and went outside. Looking up at the sky and, without knowing she was going to do it, she began to cry softly.35 Meanwhile, John, Pop and Charlie were picking through the wreckage of the home. It could have been depressing, but it wasn't: each salvaged item represented a little victory over the wrath of the storm. The dog and cat suddenly appeared at thescene, alive and hungry.36 But the blues did occasionally afflict all the adults. Once, in a low mood, John said to his parents, "I wanted you here so that we would all be together, so you could enjoy the children, and look what happened."37 His father, who had made up his mind to start a welding shop when living was normal again, said, "Let's not cry about what's gone. We' II just start all over."38 "You're great," John said. "And this town has a lot of great people in it. It' s going to be better here than it ever was before."39 Later, Grandmother Koshak reflected: "We lost practically all our possessions, but the family came through it. When I think of that, I realize we lostnothing important."第二课1 As the corpse went past the flies left the restaurant table ina cloud and rushed after it, but they came back a few minutes later.2 The little crowd of mourners -- all men and boys, no women--threaded their way across the market place between the piles of pomegranates and the taxis and the camels, walling a short chant over and over again. What really appeals to the flies is that the corpses here are never put into coffins, they are merely wrapped in a piece of rag and carried on a rough wooden bier on the shoulders of four friends. When the friends get to the burying-ground they hack an oblong hole a foot or two deep, dump the body in it and fling over it a little of the dried-up, lumpy earth, which is like broken brick. No gravestone, no name, no identifying mark of any kind. The burying-ground is merely a huge waste of hummocky earth, like a derelict building-lot. Aftera month or two no one can even be certain where his own relatives are buried.3 When you walk through a town like this -- two hundred thousand inhabitants of whom at least twenty thousand own literally nothing except the rags they stand up in-- when you see how the people live, and still more how easily they die, it is always difficult to believe that you are walking among human beings. All colonial empires are in reality founded upon this fact. The people have brown faces--besides, there are so many of them! Are they really the same flesh as your self? Do they even have names? Or are they merely a kind of undifferentiated brown stuff, about as individual as bees or coral insects? They rise out of the earth，they sweat and starve for a few years, and then they sink back into the nameless mounds of the graveyard and nobody notices that they are gone. And even the graves themselves soon fade back into the soil. Sometimes, out for a walk as you break your way through the prickly pear, you notice that it is rather bumpy underfoot, and only a certain regularity in the bumps tells you that you are walking over skeletons.4 I was feeding one of the gazelles in the public gardens.5 Gazelles are almost the only animals that look good to eat when they are still alive, in fact, one can hardly look at their hindquarters without thinking of a mint sauce. The gazelle I was feeding seemed to know that this thought was in my mind, for though it took the piece of bread I was holding out it obviously did not like me. It nibbled nibbled rapidly at the bread, then lowered its head and tried to butt me, then took another nibble and then butted again. Probably its idea was that if it could drive me away the bread would somehow remain hanging in mid-air.6 An Arab navvy working on the path nearby lowered hisheavy hoe and sidled slowly towards us. He looked from the gazelle to the bread and from the bread to the gazelle, with a sort of quiet amazement, as though he had never seen anything quite like this before. Finally he said shyly in French: "1 could eat some of that bread."7 I tore off a piece and he stowed it gratefully in some secret place under his rags. This man is an employee of the municipality.8 When you go through the Jewish Quarters you gather some idea of what the medieval ghettoes were probably like. Under their Moorish Moorishrulers the Jews were only allowed to own land in certain restricted areas, and after centuries of this kind of treatment they have ceased to bother about overcrowding. Many of the streets are a good deal less than six feet wide, the houses are completely windowless, and sore-eyed children cluster everywhere in unbelievable numbers, like clouds of flies. Down the centre of the street there is generally runninga little river of urine.9 In the bazaar huge families of Jews, all dressed in the long black robe and little black skull-cap, are working in dark fly-infested booths that look like caves. A carpenter sits crosslegged at a prehistoric lathe, turning chairlegs at lightning speed. He works the lathe with a bow in his right hand and guides the chisel with his left foot, and thanks to a lifetime of sitting in this position his left leg is warped out of shape. At his side his grandson, aged six, is already starting on the simpler parts of the job.10 I was just passing the coppersmiths' booths when somebody noticed that I was lighting a cigarette. Instantly, from the dark holes all round, there was a frenzied rush of Jews, many of them old grandfathers with flowing grey beards, all clamouring for a cigarette. Even a blind man somewhere at theback of one of the booths heard a rumour of cigarettes and came crawling out, groping in the air with his hand. In about a minute I had used up the whole packet. None of these people, I suppose, works less than twelve hours a day, and every one of them looks on a cigarette as a more or less impossible luxury.11 As the Jews live in self-contained communities they follow the same trades as the Arabs, except for agriculture. Fruitsellers, potters, silversmiths, blacksmiths, butchers, leather-workers, tailors, water-carriers, beggars, porters -- whichever way you look you see nothing but Jews. As a matter of fact there are thirteen thousand of them, all living in the space of a few acres. A good job Hitlet wasn't here. Perhaps he was on his way, however. You hear the usual dark rumours about Jews, not only from the Arabs but from the poorer Europeans.12 "Yes vieux mon vieux, they took my job away from me and gave it to a Jew. The Jews! They' re the real rulers of this country, you know. They’ve got all the money. They control the banks, finance -- everything."13 "But", I said, "isn't it a fact that the average Jew is a labourer working for about a penny an hour?"14 "Ah, that's only for show! They' re all money lenders really. They' re cunning, the Jews."15 In just the same way, a couple of hundred years ago, poor old women used to be burned for witchcraft when they could not even work enough magic to get themselves a square meal. square meal16 All people who work with their hands are partly invisible, and the more important the work they do, the less visible they are. Still, a white skin is always fairly conspicuous. In northern Europe, when you see a labourer ploughing a field, you probablygive him a second glance. In a hot country, anywhere south of Gibraltar or east of Suez, the chances are that you don't even see him. I have noticed this again and again. In a tropical landscape one's eye takes in everything except the human beings.。
高级英语上册翻译部分1-6课
Lesson01 (page26)1.我不能想象他到了这般年纪怎么会想攻读研究生的。
I can’t imagine what prompted him to pursue a graduate program at his age.2.他六点钟就出发了，比他通常上班早了一小时。
He set out at six, an hour ahead of his usual time for going to office.3.我看得出吉米急着告诉我他面试的情况，他笑着说：当我走到写字台旁边，那位经理抬起头来打量了我一番，问了我几个问题，便说了声“OK”。
I could see Jimmy was eager to tell me about the interview. Laughingly, he said,” When I walked to the desk, themanager looked up, took stock of me, then asked me a few questions and said ‘OK’.”4.将军实际上被软禁在家，他以国画书法为寄托，在水墨中找到了平静和安慰。
Virtually under house arrest, the general took refuge in traditional Chinese painting and calligraphy and found peace and solace in ink and water.5.由于上海到北京的火车17:25开车，我只得乘出租车。
我上了火车，找到铺位后不久火车就开动了。
As the Shanghai-Beijing train was due to leave at 17:25, I had to take a taxi .Shortly after I boarded the train and found my berth, it started to move.6.格林太太像泰勒太太一样，靠微博的养老金过着孤独的生活，日复一日，关闭在一间阴郁狭小的房间里，她非常渴望能有人和她在一起。
高级英语一课文翻译
高级英语一课文翻译高级英语一课文翻译高级英语是高等教育自学考试英语专业高级阶段（本科）的精读课，属于必考课程。
下面小编收集了高级英语课文翻译，供大家阅读。
我为什么写作Lesson 12： Why I Write从很小的时候，大概五、六岁，我知道长大以后将成为一个作家。
From a very early age，perhaps the age of five or six，I knew that when I grew up I should be a writer.从15到24岁的这段时间里，我试图打消这个念头，可总觉得这样做是在戕害我的天性，认为我迟早会坐下来伏案著书。
Between the ages of about seventeen and twenty-four I tried to adandon this idea， but I did so with the consciousness that I was outraging my true nature and that sooner or later I should have to settle down and write books.三个孩子中，我是老二。
老大和老三与我相隔五岁。
8岁以前，我很少见到我爸爸。
由于这个以及其他一些缘故，我的性格有些孤僻。
我的举止言谈逐渐变得很不讨人喜欢，这使我在上学期间几乎没有什么朋友。
I was the middle child of three， but there was a gap of five years on either side， and I barely saw my father before I was eight- For this and other reasons I was somewhat lonely， and I soon developed disagreeable mannerisms which made me unpopular throughout my schooldays.我像一般孤僻的孩子一样，喜欢凭空编造各种故事，和想像的人谈话。
高级英语第三版第一册课文 翻译和词汇1-6
高级英语（第三版）第一册课文译文和词汇张汉熙版Lesson 1 Face to Face with Hurricane Camille迎战卡米尔号飓风约瑟夫.布兰克小约翰。
柯夏克已料到，卡米尔号飓风来势定然凶猛。
就在去年8月17日那个星期天，当卡米尔号飓风越过墨西哥湾向西北进袭之时，收音机和电视里整天不断地播放着飓风警报。
柯夏克一家居住的地方一-密西西比州的高尔夫港--肯定会遭到这场飓风的猛烈袭击。
路易斯安那、密西西比和亚拉巴马三州沿海一带的居民已有将近15万人逃往内陆安全地带。
但约翰就像沿海村落中其他成千上万的人一样，不愿舍弃家园，要他下决心弃家外逃，除非等到他的一家人一-妻子詹妮丝以及他们那七个年龄从三岁到十一岁的孩子一一眼看着就要灾祸临头。
为了找出应付这场风灾的最佳对策，他与父母商量过。
两位老人是早在一个月前就从加利福尼亚迁到这里来，住进柯夏克一家所住的那幢十个房间的屋子里。
他还就此征求过从拉斯韦加斯开车来访的老朋友查理?希尔的意见。
约翰的全部产业就在自己家里(他开办的玛格纳制造公司是设计、研制各种教育玩具和教育用品的。
公司的一切往来函件、设计图纸和工艺模具全都放在一楼)。
37岁的他对飓风的威力是深有体会的。
四年前，他原先拥有的位于高尔夫港以西几英里外的那个家就曾毁于贝翠号飓风(那场风灾前夕柯夏克已将全家搬到一家汽车旅馆过夜)。
不过，当时那幢房子所处的地势偏低，高出海平面仅几英尺。
"我们现在住的这幢房子高了23英尺，，'他对父亲说，"而且距离海边足有250码远。
这幢房子是1915年建造的。
至今还从未受到过飓风的袭击。
我们呆在这儿恐怕是再安全不过了。
"老柯夏克67岁.是个语粗心慈的熟练机械师。
他对儿子的意见表示赞同。
"我们是可以严加防卫。
度过难关的，"他说?"一但发现危险信号，我们还可以赶在天黑之前撤出去。
" 为了对付这场飓风，几个男子汉有条不紊地做起准备工作来。
高级英语第一册(修订本)第课Lesson The Loons原文与翻译
The LoonsMargarel Laurence1、Just below Manawaka, where the Wachakwa River ran brown and noisy over the pebbles , the scrub oak and grey-green willow and chokecherry bushes grew in a dense thicket 、In a clearing at the centre of the thicket stood the Tonnerre family's shack、The basis at this dwelling was a small square cabin made of poplar poles and chinked with mud, which had been built by Jules Tonnerre some fifty years before, when he came back from Batoche with a bullet in his thigh, the year that Riel was hung and the voices of the Metis entered their long silence、Jules had only intended to stay the winter in the Wachakwa Valley, but the family was still there in the thirties, when I was a child、As the Tonnerres had increased, their settlement had been added to, until the clearing at the foot of the town hill was a chaos of lean-tos, wooden packing cases, warped lumber, discarded car types, ramshackle chicken coops , tangled strands of barbed wire and rusty tin cans、2、The Tonnerres were French half breeds, and among themselves they spoke a patois that was neither Cree nor French、Their English was broken and full of obscenities、They did not belong among the Cree of the Galloping Mountain reservation, further north, and they did not belong among the Scots-Irish and Ukrainians of Manawaka, either、They were, as my Grandmother MacLeod would have put it, neither flesh, fowl, nor good salt herring 、When their men were not working at odd jobs or as section hands onthe C、P、R、they lived on relief、In the summers, one of the Tonnerre youngsters, with a face that seemed totally unfamiliar with laughter, would knock at the doors of the town's brick houses and offer for sale a lard -pail full of bruised wild strawberries, and if he got as much as a quarter he would grab the coin and run before the customer had time to change her mind、Sometimes old Jules, or his son Lazarus, would get mixed up in a Saturday-night brawl , and would hit out at whoever was nearest or howl drunkenly among the offended shoppers on Main Street, and then the Mountie would put them for the night in the barred cell underneath the Court House, and the next morning they would be quiet again、3、Piquette Tonnerre, the daughter of Lazarus, was in my class at school、She was older than I, but she had failed several grades, perhaps because her attendance had always been sporadic and her interest in schoolwork negligible 、Part of the reason she had missed a lot of school was that she had had tuberculosis of the bone, and had once spent many months in hospital、I knew this because my father was the doctor who had looked after her、Her sickness was almost the only thing I knew about her, however、Otherwise, she existed for me only as a vaguely embarrassing presence, with her hoarse voice and her clumsy limping walk and her grimy cotton dresses that were always miles too long、I was neither friendly nor unfriendly towards her、She dwelt and moved somewhere within my scope of vision, but I did not actually notice her very much until that peculiar summer when I was eleven、4、"I don't know what to do about that kid、" my father said at dinner one evening、"Piquette Tonnerre, I mean、The damn bone's flared up again、I've had her in hospital for quite a while now, and it's under control all right, but I hate like the dickens to send her home again、"5、"Couldn't you explain to her mother that she has to rest a lot?" my mother said、6、"The mother's not there" my father replied、"She took off a few years back、Can't say I blame her、Piquette cooks for them, and she says Lazarus would never do anything for himself as long as she's there、Anyway, I don't think she'd take much care of herself, once she got back、She's only thirteen, after all、Beth, I was thinking—What about taking her up to Diamond Lake with us this summer? A couple of months rest would give that bone a much better chance、"7、My mother looked stunned、8、"But Ewen -- what about Roddie and Vanessa?"9、"She's not contagious ," my father said、"And it would be pany for Vanessa、"10、"Oh dear," my mother said in distress, "I'll bet anything she has nits in her hair、"11、"For Pete's sake," my father said crossly, "do you think Matron would let her stay in the hospital for all this time like that? Don't be silly, Beth、"12、Grandmother MacLeod, her delicately featured face as rigid as a cameo , now brought her mauve -veined hands together as though she were about to begin prayer、13、"Ewen, if that half breed youngster es along to Diamond Lake, I'm not going," she announced、"I'll go to Morag's for the summer、"14、I had trouble in stifling my urge to laugh, for my mother brightened visibly and quickly tried to hide it、If it came to a choice between Grandmother MacLeod and Piquette, Piquette would win hands down, nits or not、15、"It might be quite nice for you, at that," she mused、"You haven't seen Morag for over a year, and you might enjoy being in the city for a while、Well, Ewen dear, you do what you think best、If you think it would do Piquette some good, then we' II be glad to have her, as long as she behaves herself、"16、So it happened that several weeks later, when we all piled into my father's old Nash, surrounded by suitcases and boxes of provisions and toys for my ten-month-old brother, Piquette was with us and Grandmother MacLeod, miraculously, was not、My father would only be staying at the cottage for a couple of weeks, for he had to get back to his practice, but the rest of us would stay at Diamond Lake until the end of August、17、Our cottage was not named, as many were, "Dew Drop Inn" or "Bide-a-Wee," or "Bonnie Doon”、The sign on the roadway bore in austere letters only our name, MacLeod、It was not a large cottage, but it was on the lakefront、You could look out the windows and see, through the filigree of the spruce trees, the water glistening greenly as the sun caught it、All around the cottage were ferns, and sharp-branched raspberrybushes, and moss that had grown over fallen tree trunks, If you looked carefully among the weeds and grass, you could find wild strawberry plants which were in white flower now and in another month would bear fruit, the fragrant globes hanging like miniaturescarlet lanterns on the thin hairy stems、The two grey squirrels were still there, gossiping at us from the tall spruce beside the cottage, and by the end of the summer they would again be tame enough to take pieces of crust from my hands、The broad mooseantlers that hung above the back door were a little more bleached and fissured after the winter, but otherwise everything was the same、I raced joyfully around my kingdom, greeting all the places I had not seen for a year、My brother, Roderick, who had not been born when we were here last summer, sat on the car rug in the sunshine and examined a brown spruce cone, meticulously turning it round and round in his small and curious hands、My mother and father toted the luggage from car to cottage, exclaiming over how well the place had wintered, no broken windows, thank goodness, no apparent damage from storm felled branches or snow、18、Only after I had finished looking around did I notice Piquette、She was sitting on the swing her lame leg held stiffly out, and her other foot scuffing the ground as she swung slowly back and forth、Her long hair hung black and straight around her shoulders, and her broad coarse-featured face bore no expression -- it was blank, as though she no longer dwelt within her own skull, as though she had gone elsewhere、I approached her very hesitantly、19、"Want to e and play?"20、Piquette looked at me with a sudden flash of scorn、21、"I ain't a kid," she said、22、Wounded, I stamped angrily away, swearing I would not speak to her for the rest of the summer、In the days that followed, however, Piquette began to interest me, and l began to want to interest her、My reasons did not appear bizarre to me、Unlikely as it may seem, I had only just realised that the Tonnerre family, whom I had always heard Called half breeds, were actually Indians, or as near as made no difference、My acquaintance with Indians was not expensive、I did not remember ever having seen a real Indian, and my new awareness that Piquette sprang from the people of Big Bear and Poundmaker, of Tecumseh, of the Iroquois who had eaten Father Brébeuf's heart--all this gave her an instant attraction in my eyes、I was devoted reader of Pauline Johnson at this age, and sometimes would orate aloud and in an exalted voice, WestWind, blow from your prairie nest, Blow from the mountains, blow from the west--and so on、It seemed to me that Piquette must be in some way a daughter of the forest, a kind of junior prophetess of the wilds, who might impart to me, if I took the right approach, some of the secrets which she undoubtedly knew --where the whippoorwill made her nest, how the coyote reared her young, or whatever it was that it said in Hiawatha、23、I set about gaining Piquette's trust、She was not allowed to go swimming, with her bad leg, but I managed to lure her down to the beach-- or rather, she came because there was nothing else to do、The water was always icy, for the lake was fed by springs, but I swam like a dog, thrashing my arms and legs around at such speed and with such an output of energy that I never grew cold、Finally, when I had enough, I came out and sat beside Piquette on the sand、When she saw me approaching, her hands squashed flat the sand castle she had been building, and she looked at me sullenly, without speaking、24、"Do you like this place?" I asked, after a while, intending to lead on from there into the question of forest lore 、25、Piquette shrugged、"It's okay、Good as anywhere、"26、"I love it, "1 said、"We e here every summer、"27、"So what?" Her voice was distant, and I glanced at her uncertainly, wondering what I could have said wrong、28、"Do you want to e for a walk?" I asked her、"We wouldn't need to go far、If you walk just around the point there, you e to a bay where great big reeds grow in the water, and all kinds of fish hang around there、Want to? e on、"29、She shook her head、30、"Your dad said I ain't supposed to do no more walking than I got to、"I tried another line、31、"I bet you know a lot about the woods and all that, eh?" I began respectfully、32、Piquette looked at me from her large dark unsmiling eyes、33、"I don't know what in hell you're talkin' about," she replied、"You nuts or somethin'? If you mean where my old man, and me, and all them live, you better shut up, by Jesus, you hear?"34、I was startled and my feelings were hurt, but I had a kind of dogged perseverance、I ignored her rebuff、35、"You know something, Piquette? There's loons here, on this lake、You can see their nests just up the shore there, behind those logs、At night, you can hear them even from the cottage, but it's better to listen from the beach、My dad says we should listen and try to remember how they sound, because in afew years when more cottages are built at Diamond Lake and more people e in, the loons will go away、"36、Piquette was picking up stones and snail shells and then dropping them again、37、"Who gives a good goddamn?" she said、38、It became increasingly obvious that, as an Indian, Piquette was a dead loss、That evening I went out by myself, scrambling through the bushes that overhung the steep path, my feet slipping on the fallen spruce needles that covered the ground、When I reached the shore, I walked along the firm damp sand to the small pier that my father had built, and sat down there、I heard someone else crashing through the undergrowth and the bracken, and for a moment I thought Piquette had changed her mind, but it turned out to be my father、He sat beside me on the pier and we waited, without speaking、38、At night the lake was like black glass with a streak of amber which was the path of the moon、All around, the spruce trees grew tall and close-set, branches blackly sharp against the sky, which was lightened by a cold flickering of stars、Then the loons began their calling、They rose like phantom birds from the nests on the shore, and flew out onto the dark still surface of the water、40、No one can ever describe that ululating sound, the crying of the loons, and no one who has heard it can ever forget it、Plaintive , and yet with a qualityof chilling mockery , those voices belonged to a world separated by aeon from our neat world of summer cottages and the lighted lamps of home、41、"They must have sounded just like that," my father remarked, "before any person ever set foot here、" Then he laughed、"You could say the same, of course, about sparrows or chipmunk, but somehow it only strikes you that way with the loons、"42、"I know," I said、43、Neither of us suspected that this would be the last time we would ever sit here together on the shore, listening、We stayed for perhaps half an hour, and then we went back to the cottage、My mother was reading beside the fireplace、Piquette was looking at the burning birch log, and not doing anything、44、"You should have e along," I said, although in fact I was glad she had not、45、"Not me", Piquette said、"You wouldn’ catch me walkin' way down there jus' for a bunch of squawkin' birds、"46、Piquette and I remained ill at ease with one another、felt I had somehow failed my father, but I did not know what was the matter, nor why she Would not or could not respond when I suggested exploring the woods or Playing house、I thought it was probably her slow and difficult walking that held her back、She stayed most of the time in the cottage with my mother, helping her with the dishes or with Roddie, but hardly ever talking、Then the Duncans arrived at their cottage, and I spent my days with Mavis, who was my best friend、I could not reach Piquette at all, and I soon lost interest in trying、But all that summer she remained as both a reproach and a mystery to me、47、That winter my father died of pneumonia, after less than a week's illness、For some time I saw nothing around me, being pletely immersed in my own pain and my mother's、When I looked outward once more, I scarcely noticed that Piquette Tonnerre was no longer at school、I do not remember seeing her at all until four years later, one Saturday night when Mavis and I were having Cokes in the Regal Café、The jukebox was booming like tuneful thunder, and beside it, leaning lightly on its chrome and its rainbow glass, wasa girl、48、Piquette must have been seventeen then, although she looked about twenty、I stared at her, astounded that anyone could have changed so much、Her face, so stolidand expressionless before, was animated now with a gaiety that was almost violent、She laughed and talked very loudly with the boys around her、Her lipstick was bright carmine, and her hair was cut Short and frizzily permed 、She had not been pretty as a child, and she was not pretty now, for her features were still heavy and blunt、But her dark and slightlyslanted eyes were beautiful, and her skin-tight skirt and orange sweater displayed to enviable advantage a soft and slender body、49、She saw me, and walked over、She teetered a little, but it was not due to her once-tubercular leg, for her limp was almost gone、50、"Hi, Vanessa," Her voice still had the same hoarseness 、"Long time no see, eh?"51、"Hi," I said "Where've you been keeping yourself, Piquette?"52、"Oh, I been around," she said、"I been away almost two years now、Been all over the place--Winnipeg, Regina, Saskatoon、Jesus, what I could tell you! I e back this summer, but I ain't stayin'、You kids go in to the dance?"53、"No," I said abruptly, for this was a sore point with me、I was fifteen, and thought I was old enough to go to the Saturday-night dances at the Flamingo、My mother, however, thought otherwise、54、"Y'oughta e," Piquette said、"I never miss one、It's just about the on'y thing in this jerkwater55、town that's any fun、Boy, you couldn' catch me stayin' here、I don' givea shit about this place、It stinks、"56、She sat down beside me, and I caught the harsh over-sweetness of her perfume、57、"Listen, you wanna know something, Vanessa?" she confided , her voice only slightly blurred、"Your dad was the only person in Manawaka that ever done anything good to me、"58、I nodded speechlessly、I was certain she was speaking the truth、I knew a little more than I had that summer at Diamond Lake, but I could not reach her now any more than I had then, I was ashamed, ashamed of my own timidity, the frightened tendency to look the other way、Yet I felt no real warmth towards her-- I only felt that I ought to, because of that distant summer and because my father had hoped she would be pany for me, or perhaps that I would be for her, but it had not happened that way、At this moment, meeting her again, I had to admit that she repelled and embarrassed me, and I could not help despising the self-pity in her voice、I wished she would go away、I did not want to see her did not know what to say to her、It seemed that we had nothing to say to one another、59、"I'll tell you something else," Piquette went on、"All the old bitches an' biddies in this town will sure be surprised、I'm gettin' married this fall -- my boy friend, he's an English fella, works in the stockyards in the city there, a very tall guy, got blond wavy hair、Gee, is he ever handsome、Got this real Hiroshima name、Alvin Gerald Cummings--some handle, eh? They call him Al、"60、For the merest instant, then I saw her、I really did see her, for the first and only time in all the years we had both lived in the same town、Her defiant face, momentarily, became unguarded and unmasked, and in her eyes there was a terrifying hope、61、"Gee, Piquette --" I burst out awkwardly, "that's swell、That's really wonderful、Congratulations—good luck--I hope you'll be happy--"62、As l mouthed the conventional phrases, I could only guess how great her need must have been, that she had been forced to seek the very things she so bitterly rejected、63、When I was eighteen, I left Manawaka and went away to college、At the end of my first year, I came back home for the summer、I spent the first few days in talking non-stop with my mother, as we exchanged all the news that somehow had not found its way into letters-- what had happened in my life and what had happened here in Manawaka while I was away、My mother searched her memory for events that concerned people I knew、64、"Did I ever write you about Piquette Tonnerre, Vanessa?" she asked one morning、65、"No, I don't think so," I replied、"Last I heard of her, she was going to marry some guy in the city、Is she still there?"66、My mother looked Hiroshima , and it was a moment before she spoke, as though she did not know how to express what she had to tell and wished she did not need to try、67、"She's dead," she said at last、Then, as I stared at her, "Oh, Vanessa, when it happened, I couldn't help thinking of her as she was that summer--so sullen and gauche and badly dressed、I couldn't help wondering if we could have done something more at that time--but what could we do? She used to be around in the cottage there with me all day, and honestly it was all I could do to get a word out of her、She didn't even talk to your father very much, althoughI think she liked him in her way、"68、"What happened?" I asked、69、"Either her husband left her, or she left him," my mother said、"I don't know which、Anyway, she came back here with two youngsters, both only babies--they must have been born very close together、She kept house, I guess, for Lazarus and her brothers, down in the valley there, in the old Tonnerre place、I used to see her on the street sometimes, but she never spoke to me、She'd put on an awful lot of weight, and she looked a mess, to tell you the truth, a real slattern , dressed any old how、She was up in court a couple of times--drunk and disorderly, of course、One Saturday night last winter, during the coldest weather, Piquette was alone in the shack with the children、The Tonnerres made home brew all the time, so I've heard, and Lazarus saidlater she'd been drinking most of the day when he and the boys went out that evening、They had an old woodstove there--you know the kind, with exposed pipes、The shack caught fire、Piquette didn't get out, and neither did the children、"70、I did not say anything、As so often with Piquette, there did not seem to be anything to say、There was a kind of silence around the image in my mind of the fire and the snow, and I wished I could put from my memory the look thatI had seen once in Piquette's eyes、71、I went up to Diamond Lake for a few days that summer, with Mavis and her family、The MacLeod cottage had been sold after my father's death, and I did not even go to look at it, not wanting to witness my long-ago kingdom possessed now by strangers、But one evening I went clown to the shore by myself、72、The small pier which my father had built was gone, and in its place there was a large and solid pier built by the government, for Galloping Mountain was now a national park, and Diamond Lake had been re-named Lake , for it was felt that an Indian name would have a greater appeal to tourists、The one store had bee several dozen, and the settlement had all the attributes of a flourishing resort--hotels, a dance-hall, cafes with neon signs, the penetrating odoursof potato chips and hot dogs、73、I sat on the government pier and looked out across the water、At night the lake at least was the same as it had always been, darkly shining and bearing within its black glass the streak of amber that was the path of the moon、There was no wind that evening, and everything was quiet all around me、It seemed too quiet, and then I realized that the loons were no longer here、I listened for some time, to make sure, but never once did I hear that long-drawn call, half mocking and half plaintive, spearing through the stillness across the lake、74、I did not know what had happened to the birds、Perhaps they had gone away to some far place of belonging、Perhaps they had been unable to find such a place, and had simply died out, having ceased to care any longer whether they lived or not、75、I remembered how Piquette had scorned to e along, when my father andI sat there and listened to the lake birds、It seemed to me now that in some unconscious and totally unrecognized way, Piquette might have been the only one, after all, who had heard the crying of the loons、第十二课潜水鸟玛格丽特劳伦斯马纳瓦卡山下有一条小河,叫瓦恰科瓦河,浑浊得河水沿着布满鹅卵石得河床哗哗地流淌着,河边谷地上长着无数得矮橡树、灰绿色柳树与野樱桃树,形成一片茂密得丛林。
高级英语lesson原文及翻译
“Hiroshima! Everybody off!” That must be what the man in the Japanese stationmaster's uniform shouted, as the fastest train in the world slipped to a stop in Hiroshima Station. I did not understand what he was saying. First of all, because he was shouting in Japanese. And secondly, because I had a lump in my throat and a lot of sad thoughts on my mind that had little to do with anything a Nippon railways official might say. The very act of stepping on this soil, in breathing this air of Hiroshima, was for me a far greater adventure than any trip or any reportorial assignment I'd p r e v i o u s l y t a k e n.W a s I n o t a t t h e s c e n e o f t h e c r i m e?The Japanese crowd did not appear to have the same preoccupations that I had. From the sidewalk outside the station, things seemed much the same as in other Japanese cities. Little girls and elderly ladies in kimonos rubbed shoulders with teenagers and women in western dress. Serious looking men spoke to one another as if they were oblivious of the crowds about them, and bobbed up and down re-heatedly in little bows, as they exchanged the ritual formula of gratitude and respect: "Tomo aligato gozayimas." Others were using little red telephones that hung on the f a c a d e s o f g r o c e r y s t o r e s a n d t o b a c c o s h o p s."Hi! Hi!" said the cab driver, whose door popped open at the very sight of a traveler. "Hi", or something that sounds very much like it, means "yes". "Can you take me to City Hall?" He grinned at me in the rear-view mirror and repeated "Hi!" "Hi! ’ We set off at top speed through the narrow streets of Hiroshima. The tall buildings of the martyred city flashed by as we lurched from side to side in response to the driver's sharp twists of the wheel.Just as I was beginning to find the ride long, the taxi screeched to a halt, and the driver got out and went over to a policeman to ask the way. As in Tokyo, taxi drivers in Hiroshima often know little of their city, but to avoid loss of face before foreigners, will not admit their ignorance, and will accept any destination without concern for how long it m a y t a k e t h e m t o f i n d i t.At last this intermezzo came to an end, and I found myself in front of the gigantic City Hall. The usher bowed deeply and heaved a long, almost musical sigh, when I showed him the invitation which the mayor had sent me in response to my request for an interview. "That is not here, sir," he said in English. "The mayor expects you tonight for dinner wi th other foreigners or, the restaurant boat. See? This is where it is.” He sketched a little map for me on theb ac k o f m y i n v i t a t i o n.Thanks to his map, I was able to find a taxi driver who could take me straight to the canal embankment , where a sort of barge with a roof like one on a Japanese house was moored . The Japanese build their traditional houses on boats when land becomes too expensive. The rather arresting spectacle of little old Japan adrift adrift amid beige concrete skyscrapers is the very symbol of the incessant struggle between the kimono and the miniskirt.At the door to the restaurant, a stunning, porcelain-faced woman in traditional costume asked me to remove my shoes. This done, I entered one of the low-ceilinged rooms of the little floating house, treading cautiously on the soft matting and experiencing a twinge of embarrassment at the prospect of meeting the mayor of Hiroshima in my socks.He was a tall, thin man, sad-eyed and serious. Quite unexpectedly, the strange emotion which had overwhelmed me at the station returned, and I was again crushed by the thought that I now stood on the site of the first atomic bombardment, where thousands upon thousands of people had been slain in one second, where thousands upon t h o u s a n d s o f o t h e r s h a d l i n g e r e d o n t o d i e i n s l o w a g o n y.The introductions were made. Most of the guests were Japanese, and it was difficult for me to ask them just why we were gathered here. The few Americans and Germans seemed just as inhibited as I was. "Gentlemen," said the m a y o r,"I a m h a p p y t o w e l c o m e y o u t o H i r o s h i m a."Everyone bowed, including the Westerners. After three days in Japan, the spinal column becomes e x t r a o r d i n a r i l y f l e x i b l e."G e n t l e m e n,i t i s a v e r y g r e a t h o n o r t o h a v e y o u h e r e i n H i r o s h i m a."There were fresh bows, and the faces grew more and more serious each time the name Hiroshima was repeated. "H i r o s h i m a,a s y o u k n o w,i s a c i t y f a m i l i a r t o e v e r y o n e,”c o n t i n u e d t h e m a y o r."Y e s,y e s,o f c o u r s e,”m u r m u r e d t h e c o m p a n y,m o r e a n d m o r e a g i t a t e d."Seldom has a city gained such world renown, and I am proud and happy to welcome you to Hiroshima, a townk n o w n t h r o u g h o u t t h e w o r l d f o r i t s---o y s t e r s".I was just about to make my little bow of assent, when the meaning of these last words sank in, jolting me out of m y s a d r e v e r i e."Hiroshima –oysters? What about the bomb and the misery and humanity's most heinous crime?" While the mayor went on with his speech in praise of southern Japanese sea food, I cautiously backed away and headed toward the far side of the room, where a few men were talking among themselves and paying little attention to the mayor's s p e e c h."Y o u l o o k p u z z l e d,"s a i d a s m a l l J a p a n e s e m a n w i t h v e r y l a r g e e y e-g l a s s e s."Well, I must confess that I did not expect a speech about oysters here. I thought that Hiroshima still felt the i m p a c t o f t h e a t o m i c i m p a c t.""No one talks about it any more, and no one wants to, especially, the people who were born here or who lived t h r o u g h i t."D o y o u f e e l t h e s a m e w a y,t o o?""I was here, but I was not in the center of town. I tell you this because I am almost an old man. There are two different schools of thought in this city of oysters, one that would like to preserve traces of the bomb, and the other that would like to get rid of everything, even the monument that was erected at the point of impact. They would also l i k e t o d e m o l i s h t h e a t o m i c m u s e u m.""W h y w o u l d t h e y w a n t t o d o t h a t?""Because it hurts everybody, and because time marches on. That is why." The small Japanese man smiled, his eyes nearly closed behind their thick lenses. "If you write about this city, do not forget to say that it is the gayest city i n J a p a n,e v e n i t m a n y o f t h e t o w n's p e o p l e s t i l l b e a r h i d d e n wo u n d s,a n d b u r n s."Like any other, the hospital smelled of formaldehyde and ethere . Stretchers and wheelchairs lined the walls of endless corridors, and nurses walked by carrying Stretchers instruments, the very sight of which would send shivers down the spine of any healthy visitor. The so-called atomic section was located on the third floor. It consisted of 17 b e d s."I am a fisherman by trade. I have been here a very long time, more than twenty years, "said an old man in J a p a n e s e p a j a m a s.“W h a t i s w r o n g w i t h y o u?”"Something inside. I was in Hiroshima when it happened. I saw the fire ball. But I had no burns on my face or body. I ran all over the city looking for missing friends and relatives. I thought somehow I had been spared. But later my hair began to fall out, and my belly turned to water. I felt sick, and ever since then they have been testing and treating me. " The doctor at my side explained and commented upon the old man's story, "We still hare a handful of patients here who are being kept alive by constant car e. The other s died as a result of their injuries, or else c o m m i t t e d s u i c i d e.""W h y d i d t h e y c o m m i t s u i c i d e?""It is humiliating to survive in this city. If you bear any visible scars of atomic burns, your children will encounter prejudice on the par t of those who do not. No one will marry the daughter or the niece of an atomic bomb victim. People are afraid of genetic damage from the radiation." The old fisherman gazed at me politely and with i n t e r e s t.Hanging over the patient was a big ball made of bits of brightly colored paper, folded into the shape of tiny birds. "W h a t's t h a t?"I a s k e d."Those are my lucky birds. Each day that I escape death, each day of suffering that helps to free me from earthly cares, I make a new little paper bird, and add it to the others. This way I look at them and congratulate myself of the good fortune that my illness has brought me. Because, thanks to it, I have the opportunity to improve my character."Once again, outside in the open air, I tore into little pieces a small notebook with questions that I'd prepared in advance for inter views with the patients of the atomic ward. Among them was the question: Do you really think that Hiroshima is the liveliest city in Japan? I never asked it. But I could read the answer in every eye.“广岛到了!大家请下车!”当世界上最快的高速列车减速驶进广岛车站并渐渐停稳时，那位身着日本火车站站长制服的男人口中喊出的一定是这样的话。
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“Hiroshima! Everybody off!” That must be what the man in the Japanese stationmaster's uniform shouted, as the fastest train in the world slipped to a stop in Hiroshima Station.I did not understand what he was saying. First of all, because he was shouting in Japanese. And secondly, because I had a lump in my throat and a lot of sad thoughts on my mind that had little to do with anything a Nippon railways official might say. The very act of stepping on this soil, in breathing this air of Hiroshima, was for me a far greater adventure than any trip or any reportorial assignment I'd previously taken. Was I not at the scene of t h e c r i m e?The Japanese crowd did not appear to have the same preoccupations that I had. From the sidewalk outside the station, things seemed much the same as in other Japanese cities. Little girls and elderly ladies in kimonos rubbed shoulders with teenagers and women in western dress. Serious looking men spoke to one another as if they were oblivious of the crowds about them, and bobbed up and down re-heatedly in little bows, as they exchanged the ritual formula of gratitude and respect: "Tomo aligato gozayimas." Others were using little red telephones that hung on the facades of grocery stores and tobacco shops."Hi! Hi!" said the cab driver, whose door popped open at the very sight of a traveler. "Hi", or something that sounds very much like it, means "yes". "Can you take me to City Hall?" He grinned at me in the rear-view mirror and repeated "Hi!" "Hi! ’ We set off at top speed through the narrow streets of Hiroshima. The tall buildings of the martyred city flashed by as we lurched from side to side in response to the driver's sharp twists of t h e w h e e l.Just as I was beginning to find the ride long, the taxi screeched to a halt, and the driver got out and went over to a policeman to ask the way. As in Tokyo, taxi drivers in Hiroshima often know little of their city, but to avoid loss of face before foreigners,will not admit their ignorance, and will accept any destination without concern for how l o n g i t m a y t a k e t h e m t o f i n d i t.At last this intermezzo came to an end, and I found myself in front of the gigantic City Hall. The usher bowed deeply and heaved a long, almost musical sigh, when I showed him the invitation which the mayor had sent me in response to my request for an interview. "That is not here, sir," he said in English. "The mayor expects you tonight for dinner wi th other foreigners or, the restaurant boat. See? This is where it is.” He sketched a l i t t l e m a p f o r m e o n t h e b a c k o f m y i n v i t a t i o n.Thanks to his map, I was able to find a taxi driver who could take me straight to the canal embankment , where a sort of barge with a roof like one on a Japanese house was moored . The Japanese build their traditional houses on boats when land becomes too expensive. The rather arresting spectacle of little old Japan adrift adrift amid beige concrete skyscrapers is the very symbol of the incessant struggle between the kimono and the m i n i s k i r t.At the door to the restaurant, a stunning, porcelain-faced woman in traditional costume asked me to remove my shoes. This done, I entered one of the low-ceilinged rooms of the little floating house, treading cautiously on the soft matting and experiencing a twinge of embarrassment at the prospect of meeting the mayor of Hiroshima in my socks.He was a tall, thin man, sad-eyed and serious. Quite unexpectedly, the strange emotion which had overwhelmed me at the station returned, and I was again crushed by the thought that I now stood on the site of the first atomic bombardment, where thousands upon thousands of people had been slain in one second, where thousands upon thousands of others had lingered o n t o d i e i n s l o w a g o n y.The introductions were made. Most of the guests were Japanese, and it was difficultfor me to ask them just why we were gathered here. The few Americans and Germans seemed just as inhibited as I was. "Gentlemen," said the mayor, "I am happy to welcome you to H i r o s h i m a."Everyone bowed, including the Westerners. After three days in Japan, the spinal column b e c o m e s e x t r a o r d i n a r i l y f l e x i b l e."Gentlemen, it is a very great honor to have you her e in Hiroshima."There were fresh bows, and the faces grew more and more serious each time the name H i r o s h i m a w a s r e p e a t e d. "Hiroshima, as you know, is a city familiar to everyone,” continued the mayor."Yes, yes, of course,” murmured the company, more and more agitated."Seldom has a city gained such world renown, and I am proud and happy to welcome you t o H i r o s h i m a,a t o w n k n o w n t h r o u g h o u t t h e w o r l d f o r i t s---o y s t e r s".I was just about to make my little bow of assent, when the meaning of these last words s a n k i n,j o l t i n g m e o u t o f m y s a d r e v e r i e."Hiroshima –oysters? What about the bomb and the misery and humanity's most heinous crime?" While the mayor went on with his speech in praise of southern Japanese sea food, I cautiously backed away and headed toward the far side of the room, where a few men were talking among themselves and paying little attention to the mayor's speech. "You look p u z z l e d,"s a i d a s m a l l J a p a n e s e m a n w i t h v e r y l a r g e e y e-g l a s s e s."Well, I must confess that I did not expect a speech about oysters here. I thought t h a t H i r o s h i m a s t i l l f e l t t h e i m p a c t o f t h e a t o m i c i m p a c t.""No one talks about it any more, and no one wants to, especially, the people who were b o r n h e r e o r w h o l i v e d t h r o u g h i t."D o y o u f e e l t h e s a m e w a y,t o o?""I was here, but I was not in the center of town. I tell you this because I am almostan old man. There are two different schools of thought in this city of oysters, one that would like to preserve traces of the bomb, and the other that would like to get rid of everything, even the monument that was erected at the point of impact. They would also l i k e t o d e m o l i s h t h e a t o m i c m u s e u m.""W h y w o u l d t h e y w a n t t o d o t h a t?""Because it hurts everybody, and because time marches on. That is why." The small Japanese man smiled, his eyes nearly closed behind their thick lenses. "If you write about this city, do not forget to say that it is the gayest city in Japan, even it many of the t o w n's p e o p l e s t i l l b e a r h i d d e n w o u n d s,a n d b u r n s."Like any other, the hospital smelled of formaldehyde and ethere . Stretchers and wheelchairs lined the walls of endless corridors, and nurses walked by carrying Stretchers instruments, the very sight of which would send shivers down the spine of any healthy visitor. The so-called atomic section was located on the third floor. It consisted of 17 b e d s."I am a fisherman by trade. I have been here a very long time, more than twenty years, "s a i d a n o l d m a n i n J a p a n e s e p a j a m a s.“W h a t i s w r o n g w i t h y o u?”"Something inside. I was in Hiroshima when it happened. I saw the fire ball. But I had no burns on my face or body. I ran all over the city looking for missing friends and relatives. I thought somehow I had been spared. But later my hair began to fall out, and my belly turned to water. I felt sick, and ever since then they have been testing and treating me. " The doctor at my side explained and commented upon the old man's story, "We still hare a handful of patients here who are being kept alive by constant car e. The other s died as a result of their injuries, or else committed suicide . ""W h y d i d t h e y c o m m i t s u i c i d e?""It is humiliating to survive in this city. If you bear any visible scars of atomic burns, your children will encounter prejudice on the par t of those who do not. No one will marry the daughter or the niece of an atomic bomb victim. People are afraid of genetic damage from the radiation." The old fisherman gazed at me politely and with interest.Hanging over the patient was a big ball made of bits of brightly colored paper, folded i n t o t h e s h a p e o f t i n y b i r d s."W h a t's t h a t?"I a s k e d."Those are my lucky birds. Each day that I escape death, each day of suffering that helps to free me from earthly cares, I make a new little paper bird, and add it to the others. This way I look at them and congratulate myself of the good fortune that my illness has brought me. Because, thanks to it, I have the opportunity to improve my character."Once again, outside in the open air, I tore into little pieces a small notebook with questions that I'd prepared in advance for inter views with the patients of the atomic ward. Among them was the question: Do you really think that Hiroshima is the liveliest city in Japan? I never asked it. But I could read the answer in every eye.“广岛到了!大家请下车!”当世界上最快的高速列车减速驶进广岛车站并渐渐停稳时，那位身着日本火车站站长制服的男人口中喊出的一定是这样的话。