综合教程第五册课文翻译
全新版大学英语综合教程5 U5 heat wave 全文翻译
你说你是一个全球变暖的怀疑者？也许你不住在沿着海岸的弗洛里达洲或者希什马瑞芙洲，阿拉斯加州吧：住在那些地区的人们通常都相信全球变暖。
弗洛里达洲在2004年时遭遇了四场魔鬼般的飓风，在一年后，卡特里娜袭击了新奥尔良和密西西比州的沿岸地区。
许多科学家相信，这些飓风时节的超强破坏力应该归因于全球变暖。
大风暴加强了墨西哥州沿岸的暖流，一年一年，这些纬度地区变得越来越暖。
You say you’are a skeptic on global warming?至于，希什马瑞福州的一个小镇（人口600），它是一个因纽皮亚克的爱斯基摩小村庄，坐落于一个细长的屏障岛屿，在安克雷奇北边625英里处。
当《时代》记者Margot Roosevelt 在2004年参观它时，她发现在它正在“融入海洋”。
它已经少了100至300英尺的海岸线，而这数字中的一半发生在1997以后。
在沙滩下的永久冻土开始消融，海面上的冰也正不断减少，这使得居民对于凶猛的暴风雨来说，显得越来越脆弱。
一间房子倒了，18间其他的房子就得带着镇上大量的油桶，搬到更高的地方去。
巨浪冲走了学校的操场，毁灭了价值100000美元的船只，打猎与晒鱼的装备。
“这太可怕了，”村里的官员Luci Eningowuk告诉Roosevelt。
“每一年我们都非常害怕，下一场暴风雨会把我们都冲走。
”由于海面结冰得越来越晚，希什马瑞福州通常开始于10月的冰钓季，现在开始于12月。
浆果采摘开始于7月而非8月。
对于因纽皮亚克人来说最令人绝望的就是稀薄的冰面似的猎捕髯海豹变得非常困难，一种长胡须的海报，那是他们饮食和文化的重要组成部分。
什么正在继续？全球变暖，一部分是由石油和汽油的燃烧造成的，它使墨西哥沿岸甚至极地地区都受到创伤，而在极地地区，复杂的气候进程与雪、永久冻土和冰联系在一起，放大了全球变暖的影响。
2004年，在《科学》上出版的一篇文章发现，南极洲西部的冰川正以二十世纪九十年代两倍的速度消融。
大学英语综合教程5 课文翻译
狱中学习今天，许多在什么地方直接听我讲话的人，或在电视上听我讲话的人，或读过我写的东西的人，都会以为我上学远不止只读到8年级。
这一印象完全归之于我在监狱里的学习。
2 It had really begun back in the Charlestown Prison, when Bimbi first made me fe el envy of his stock of knowledge. Bimbi had always taken charge of any conversati on he was in, and I had tried to emulate him. But every book I picked up had few sentences which didn’t contain anywhere from one to nearly all of the words that might as well hav e been in Chinese[2 … the words that might as well have been in Chinese: … it would have made no difference if the English words had been in Chi nese, because I didn’t have the slightest knowledge of either.]2. When I just skippe d those words, of course, I really ended up with little idea of what the book said. So I had come to the Norfolk Prison Colony still going through only book-reading m otions. Pretty soon, I would have quit even these motions, unless I had received th e motivation that I did.其实这事要从查尔斯顿监狱说起，一开始宾比就让我对他的知识渊博羡慕不已。
大学英语综合教程5 课文翻译
One Writer's Beginnings1 I learned from the age of two or three that any room in our house, at any time of day, was there to read in, or to be read to. My mother read to me. She'd read to me in thebig bedroom in the mornings, when we were in her rocker together, which ticked in rhythm as we rocked, as though we had a cricket accompanying the story. She'd read to me in the dining room on winter afternoons in front of the coal fire, with our cuckoo clock ending the story with "Cuckoo", and at night when I'd got in my own bed. I must have given her no peace. Sometimes she read to me in the kitchen while she sat churning, and the churning sobbed along with any story. It was my ambition to have her read to me while I churned; once she granted my wish, but she read off my story before I brought her butter. She was an expressive reader. When she was reading "Puss in Boots," for instance, it was impossible not to know that she distrusted all cats.作家起步时我从两三岁起就知道，家中随便在哪个房间里，白天无论在什么时间，都可以念书或听人念书。
大学英语综合教程5_课文翻译
One Writer's Beginnings1 I learned from the age of two or three that any room in our house, at any time of day, was there to read in, or to be read to. My mother read to me.She'd read to me in the big bedroom in the mornings, when we were in her rocker together, which ticked in rhythm as we rocked, as though we had a cricket accompanying the story. She'd read to me in the dining room on winterafternoons in front of the coal fire, with our cuckoo clock ending the story with "Cuckoo", and at night when I'd got in my own bed. I must have given herno peace. Sometimes she read to me in the kitchen while she sat churning, and the churning sobbed along with any story. It was my ambition to have her readto me while I churned; once she granted my wish, but she read off my story before I brought her butter. She was an expressive reader. When she was reading "Puss in Boots," for instance, it was impossible not to know that shedistrusted all cats.作家起步时我从两三岁起就知道，家中随便在哪个房间里，白天无论在什么时间，都可以念书或听人念书。
综合教程5课文与课文翻译
THE FOURTH OF JULYAudre Lorde1 The first time I went to Washington D。
C。
was on the edge of the summer when I was supposed to stop being a child。
At least that's what they said to us all at graduation from the eighth grade。
My sister Phyllis graduated at the same time from high school。
I don’t know what she was supposed to stop being。
But as graduation presents for us both, the whole family took a Fourth of July trip to Washington D.C.，the fabled and famous capital of our country.Detailed Reading2 It was the first time I’d ever been on a railroad train during the day。
When I was little, and we used to go to the Connecticut shore，we always went at night on the milk train，because it was cheaper。
3。
Preparations were in the air around our house before school was even over. We packed for a week。
There were two very large suitcases that my father carried，and a box filled with food. In fact，my first trip to Washington was a mobile feast; I started eating as soon as we were comfortably ensconced in our seats, and did not stop until somewhere after Philadelphia。
综合教程5课文与课文翻译
综合教程5课文与课文翻译综合教程5课文与课文翻译THE FOURTH OF JULYAudre Lorde1 The first time I went to Washington D.C. was on the edge of the summer when I was supposed to stop being a child. At least that's what they said to us all at graduation from the eighth grade. My sister Phyllis graduated at the same time from high school.I don’t know what she was supposed to stop being. But as graduation presents for us both, the whole family took a Fourth of July trip to Washington D.C., the fabled and famous capital of our country.Detailed Reading2 It was the first time I'd ever been on a railroad train during the day. When I was little, and we used to go to the Connecticut shore, we always went at night on the milk train, because it was cheaper.3. Preparations were in the air around our house before school was even over. We packedfor a week. There were two very large suitcases that my father carried, and a box filled with food. In fact, my first trip to Washington was a mobile feast; I started eating as soon as we were comfortably ensconced in our seats, and did not stop until somewhere after Philadelphia. I remember it was Philadelphia because I was disappointed not to have passed by the Liberty Bell.4. M y mother had roasted two chickens and cut them up into dainty bite-size pieces. She packed slices of brown bread andbutter, and green pepper and carrot sticks. There were little violently yellow iced cakes with scalloped edges called "marigolds," that came from Cushman's Bakery. There was a spice bun and rock-cakes from Newton's, the West Indian bakery across Lenox Avenue from St. Mark's school, and iced tea in a wrapped mayonnaise jar. There were sweet pickles for us and dill pickles for my father, andpeaches with the fuzz still on them, individually wrapped to keep them from bruising. And, for neatness, there were piles of napkins and a little tin box with a washcloth dampened with rosewater and glycerine for wiping sticky mouths.5. I wanted to eat in the dining car becauseI had read all about them, but my mother reminded me for the umpteenth time that dining car food always cost too much money and besides, you never could tell whose hands had been playing all over that food, nor where those same hands had been just before. My mother never mentioned that Black people were not allowed into railroad dining cars headed south in 1947. As usual, whatever my mother did not like and could not change, she ignored. Perhaps it would go away, deprived of her attention.6. I learned later that Phyllis's high school senior class trip had been to Washington, but the nuns had given her back her depositin private, explaining to her that the class, all of whom were white, except Phyllis, would be staying in a hotel where Phyllis "would not be happy," meaning, Daddy explained to her, also in private, that they did not rent rooms to Negroes. "We still take among-you to Washington, ourselves, "my father had avowed, "and not just for an overnight in some measly fleabag hotel."7. I n Washington D.C., we had one large room with twodouble beds and an extra cot for me. It was a back-street hotel that belonged to a friend of my father's who was in real estate, and I spent the whole next day after Mass squinting up at the Lincoln Memorial where Marian Anderson had sung after the D.A.R. refused to allow her to sing in their auditorium because she was Black. Or because she was "Colored", my father said as he told us the story. Except that what he probably said was "Negro", because for his times, my father was quite progressive.。
全新版大学英语综合教程5课文翻译
Unit 3PartⅡTextA The Truth About Lying关于说谎的真相朱迪斯?维奥斯特我一直想写一个令我深感兴趣的话题：关于说谎的问题。
我觉得这个题目很难写。
所有我交谈过的人都对什么事情可以说谎——什么事情绝对不可以说谎——持有强烈的、常常不容别人分说的个人意见。
最后我得出结论，我不能下任何定论，因为这样做就会有太多的人立即反对。
我想我还是提出若干都与说谎有关的道义上的难题吧。
我将向读者阐明我对这些难题的个人看法。
你们觉得对吗？社交性谎言和我交谈过的大多数人都说，他们认为旨在促进社会交际的谎言是可以接受的，也是必要的。
他们认为这是一种文明的行为。
他们说，要不是这类无关紧要的谎言，人与人之间的关系就会变得粗野不快，无法持久。
他们说，如果你要做到十二分正直、十二分无畏，不由自主地用你的诚实使他人陷入不必要的窘境或痛苦之中，这只能说你是傲慢自大。
对此，我基本赞同。
你呢？你会不会跟人说：“我喜欢你的新发型，”“你气色好多了，”“见到你真高兴，”“我玩得很尽兴，”而实际上根本不是这么回事儿？你会不会对令人憎厌的礼物，或相貌平平的孩子称赞有加？你婉辞邀请时会不会说“那天晚上我们正好没空——真对不起，我们不能来，”而实际上你是宁肯呆在家里也不想跟某某夫妇一起进餐？虽然像我那样，你也想用“太丰盛了”这种委婉的托辞，而不是盛赞“那汤味道好极了”(其实味同重新热过的咖啡)，但如果你必须赞美那汤，你会说它鲜美吗?我认识一个人，他完全拒绝说这类社交性谎言。
“我不会那一套，”他说，“我生来就不会那一套。
”讲到对人家说几句好听的话并不失去什么，他的回答是：“不对，当然有损失——那会损害你的诚信度。
”因此你不问他，他不会对你刚买来的画发表意见，但除非你想听老实话，否则你也不会去问他的真实想法。
当我们这些说谎者轻声称赞着“多美啊”的时候，他的沉默往往是极能说明问题的。
我的这位朋友从来不讲他所说的“奉承话、虚假的赞美话和动听话”。
综合英语教程第五册 课文翻译(珍贵资料)
Integrated Skills of English 综合英语教程第五册Subject 1 Family Matters 家庭Reading For FunA Cornucopia of Thanks道不尽的感激之情在我成年后，发现“感恩节”所蕴涵的意味再也不是像从前一样了。
记得年少时，我和大家一样似乎无可避免地要写一篇关于“我要感谢***”的家庭作业。
往往是我花了无数的时间坐在自己的房间里，想弄明白在这世界上到底那些有可能是我要感谢的。
最终，我只能写下我所能想到的一切，从上帝到环境意识。
但自从有了孩子之后，我的选择已是大大的改变了。
孩子未出世时，我对自己能够出生在美利坚这个强大，自由而又民主的国度满怀感激，庆幸不已。
有了孩子之后，我开始感谢有人制造了Velcro网球鞋：不但可以节省宝贵的时间，而且孩子门在车上开始脱鞋的时候，让我能有所察觉，在充足的三秒钟内启动后坐窗的安全锁，这样他们就没法把这些鞋甩到车外的高速公路上了。
（刘长亮）有孩子前：我感谢那些可以保护自然资源和防止垃圾溢出的废物回收利用机制。
有孩子后：我感谢那些有菱形花格的棉麻纺织物，因为每次我的儿子穿着普通的尿不游泳之后，他的屁股总是如同一个微型的新泽西洲小型飞艇。
有孩子前：我感谢新鲜的绿色蔬菜。
有孩子后：我感谢那些可以微波加热的通心粉和奶酪，因为没了这些东西，我的孩子只能吃几口麦片，再咽一口唾液来维持。
有孩子前：我非常感谢我所拥有的接受大学教育机会，也感谢我所拥有的比先辈们更高的生活质量。
有孩子后：如果我在思考的时候不被打断，我就谢天谢地了。
有孩子前：我很感谢整体药疗和草药治疗。
有孩子后：我感谢小儿止咳糖浆，尽管它会让孩子们昏昏欲睡。
有孩子前：我感谢所有在我幼年时期曾经教过我，鼓励过我，并且照顾过我的老师们。
（钦海峰）有了孩子以后，我很感激健身房里的那些教练，因为在那里，他们可以让我每周都可以脱去身上厚重的衣服而只穿着连袜裤，而且这些有远见的教练会让我踏上体重计之前系上一条束缚带。
大学英语综合教程5课文翻译
⼤学英语综合教程5课⽂翻译One Writer's Beginnings1 I learned from the age of two or three that any room in our house, at any time of day, was there to read in, or to be read to. My mother read to me. She'd read to me in the big bedroom in the mornings, when we were in her rocker together, which ticked in rhythm as we rocked, as though we had a cricket accompanying the story. She'd read to me in the dining room on winter afternoons in front of the coal fire, with our cuckoo clock ending the story with "Cuckoo", and at night when I'd got in my own bed. I must have given her no peace. Sometimes she read to me in the kitchen while she sat churning, and the churning sobbed along with any story. It was my ambition to have her read to me while I churned; once she granted my wish, but she read off my story before I brought her butter. She was an expressive reader. When she was reading "Puss in Boots," for instance, it was impossible not to know that she distrusted all cats.作家起步时我从两三岁起就知道，家中随便在哪个房间⾥，⽩天⽆论在什么时间，都可以念书或听⼈念书。
综合教程5课文与课文翻译
THE FOURTH OF JULYAudre Lorde1 The first time I went to Washington D.C. was on the edge of the summer when I was supposed to stop being a child. At least that's what they said to us all at graduation from the eighth grade. My sister Phyllis graduated at the same time from high school. I don’t know what she was supposed to stop being. But as graduation presents for us both, the whole family took a Fourth of July trip to Washington D.C., the fabled and famous capital of our country.Detailed Reading2 It was the first time I'd ever been on a railroad train during the day. WhenI was little, and we used to go to the Connecticut shore, we always went at night on the milk train, because it was cheaper.3. Preparations were in the air around our house before school was even over. We packed for a week. There were two very large suitcases that my father carried, and a box filled with food. In fact, my first trip to Washington was a mobile feast;I started eating as soon as we were comfortably ensconced in our seats, and did not stop until somewhere after Philadelphia. I remember it was Philadelphia because I was disappointed not to have passed by the Liberty Bell.4. My mother had roasted two chickens and cut them up into dainty bite-size pieces. She packed slices of brown bread and butter, and green pepper and carrot sticks. There were little violently yellow iced cakes with scalloped edges called "marigolds," that came from Cushman's Bakery. There was a spice bun and rock-cakes from Newton's, the West Indian bakery across Lenox Avenue from St. Mark's school, and iced tea in a wrapped mayonnaise jar. There were sweet pickles for us and dill pickles for my father, and peaches with the fuzz still on them, individually wrapped to keep them from bruising. And, for neatness, there were piles of napkins and a little tin box with a washcloth dampened with rosewater and glycerine for wiping sticky mouths.5. I wanted to eat in the dining car because I had read all about them, but my mother reminded me for the umpteenth time that dining car food always cost too much money and besides, you never could tell whose hands had been playing all over that food, nor where those same hands had been just before. My mother never mentioned that Black people were not allowed into railroad dining cars headed south in 1947. As usual, whatever my mother did not like and could not change, she ignored. Perhaps it would go away, deprived of her attention.6. I learned later that Phyllis's high school senior class trip had been to Washington, but the nuns had given her back her deposit in private, explaining to her that the class, all of whom were white, except Phyllis, would be staying in a hotel where Phyllis "would not be happy," meaning, Daddy explained to her, also in private, that they did not rent rooms to Negroes. "We still take among-you to Washington, ourselves, "my father had avowed, "and not just for an overnight in some measly fleabag hotel."7. In Washington ., we had one large room with two double beds and an extra cotfor me. It was a back-street hotel that belonged to a friend of my father's who was in real estate, and I spent the whole next day after Mass squinting up at the Lincoln Memorial where Marian Anderson had sung after the refused to allow her to sing in their auditorium because she was Black. Or because she was "Colored", my father said as he told us the story. Except that what he probably said was "Negro", because for his times, my father was quite progressive.8. I was squinting because I was in that silent agony that characterized all of my childhood summers, from the time school let out in June to the end of July, brought about by my dilated and vulnerable eyes exposed to the summer brightness.9. I viewed Julys through an agonizing corolla of dazzling whiteness and I always hated the Fourth of July, even before I came to realize the travesty such a celebration was for Black people in this country.10. My parents did not approve of sunglasses, nor of their expense.11. I spent the afternoon squinting up at monuments to freedom and past presidencies and democracy, and wondering why the light and heat were both so much stronger in Washington D.C., than back home in New York City. Even the pavement on the streets was a shade lighter in color than back home.12. Late that Washington afternoon my family and I walked back down Pennsylvania Avenue. We were a proper caravan, mother bright and father brown, the three of us girls step-standards in-between. Moved by our historical surroundings and the heat of early evening, my father decreed yet another treat. He had a great sense of history, a flair for the quietly dramatic and the sense of specialness of an occasion anda trip.13. "Shall we stop and have a little something to cool off, Lin "14. Two blocks away from our hotel, the family stopped for a dish of vanilla ice cream at a Breyer's ice cream and soda fountain. Indoors, the soda fountain was dim and fan-cooled, deliciously relieving to my scorched eyes.15. Corded and crisp and pinafored, the five of us seated ourselves one by one at the counter. There was I between my mother and father, and my two sisters on the other side of my mother. We settled ourselves along the white mottled marble counter, and when the waitress spoke at first no one understood what she was saying, and so the five of us just sat there.16. The waitress moved along the line of us closer to my father and spoke again. "I said I kin give you to take out, but you can't eat here, sorry." Then she dropped her eyes looking very embarrassed, and suddenly we heard what it was she was saying all at the same time, loud and clear.17. Straight-backed and indignant, one by one, my family and I got down from the counter stools and turned around and marched out of the store, quiet and outraged, as if we had never been Black before. No one would answer my emphatic questions with anything other than a guilty silence. "But we hadn't done anything!" This wasn't right or fair! Hadn't I written poems about freedom and democracy for all18. My parents wouldn't speak of this injustice, not because they had contributed to it, but because they felt they should have anticipated it and avoided it. This made me even angrier. My fury was not going to be acknowledged by a like fury. Evenmy two sisters copied my parents' pretense that nothing unusual and anti-American had occurred. I was left to write my angry letter to the president of the United States all by myself, although my father did promise I could type it out on the office typewriter next week, after I showed it to him in my copybook diary.19. The waitress was white, and the counter was white, and the ice cream I never ate in Washington ., that summer I left childhood was white, and the white heat and the white pavement and the white stone monuments of my first Washington summer made me sick to my stomach for the whole rest of that trip and it wasn't much of a graduation present after all.我第一次去华盛顿是在那年刚入夏，这个夏天也是我从此告别孩提时代的开始。
综合教程5课文与课文翻译
THE FOURTH OF JULYAudre Lorde1 The first time I went to Washington D。
C。
was on the edge of the summer when I was supposed to stop being a child。
At least that's what they said to us all at graduation from the eighth grade. My sister Phyllis graduated at the same time from high school。
I don’t know what she was supposed to stop being. But as graduation presents for us both，the whole family took a Fourth of July trip to Washington D.C。
，the fabled and famous capital of our country。
Detailed Reading2 It was the first time I'd ever been on a railroad train during the day。
When I was little, and we used to go to the Connecticut shore, we always went at night on the milk train, because it was cheaper。
3. Preparations were in the air around our house before school was even over. We packed for a week。
There were two very large suitcases that my father carried，and a box filled with food. In fact, my first trip to Washington was a mobile feast；I started eating as soon as we were comfortably ensconced in our seats, and did not stop until somewhere after Philadelphia. I remember it was Philadelphia because I was disappointed not to have passed by the Liberty Bell. 4。
全新版_《大学英语》综合教程5_学生用书_课后翻译
全新版《大学英语》综合教程5 学生用书课后翻译Unit 1 Love of Reading我的祖母不识字，可是她有一箩筐的神话和传奇故事。
小时候我总是缠着她，要她给我讲故事。
而她在忙完家务后，总会把我抱在膝上，一边讲故事一边有节奏地晃动我。
这些故事加上她丰富的表情，深深地吸引住了我。
我父母发现了我对故事的浓厚兴趣，不失时机地引导我进行阅读。
他们给我买了许多带插图的故事书，有空的时候就一遍遍地读给我听。
慢慢地我认识了很多字，能自行阅读了。
直到今天，我还要感谢祖母和双亲。
没有他们，我今天不可能成为一名作家。
Although my grandmother was illiterate, she had a good stack of myths and legends. When I was young I gave her no peace, constantly asking her to tell me stories. After she had finished her housework, she would lift me onto her lap and tell stories, all the while rocking me in rhythm. These stories and her expressive face appealed profoundly to me.Having noticed my interest in stories, my parents lost no time in initiating me into reading. They bought many storybooks with illustations, and whenever free, they would read these stories to me over and over again. By and by I had a vocabulary large to read on my own .Today, I still live in gratitude to my grandmother and my parents. Without them, I could never have become a writer.Unit 2 Diet一项又一项的研究发现，食物和一些慢性病之间有密切关系。
大学英语综合教程5课文翻译
One Wr iter's Beg innin gs 1 Ilearn ed fr om th e age of t wo or thre e tha t any room in o ur ho use,at an y tim e ofday,was t hereto re ad in, orto be read to.My mo therreadto me. She'd re ad to me i n the bigbedro om in themorni ngs,whenwe we re in herrocke r tog ether, whi ch ti ckedin rh ythmas we rock ed, a s tho ugh w e had a cr icket acco mpany ing t he st ory.She'd read to m e inthe d ining room on w inter afte rnoon s infront of t he co al fi re, w ith o ur c uckoo cloc kend ing t he st ory w ith "Cucko o", a nd at nigh t whe n I'd gotin my ownbed.I mus t hav egiv en he r nopeace. Som etime s she read to m e inthe k itche n whi le sh e sat chur ning, andthe c hurni ng so bbedalong with anystory. Itwas m y amb ition to h ave h er re ad tome w hileI chu rned; once shegrant ed my wish, but shereadoff m y sto ry be foreI bro ughther b utter. She wasan ex press ive r eader. Whe n she wasreadi ng "P uss i n Boo ts,"for i nstan ce, i t was impo ssibl e not to k now t hat s he di strus ted a ll ca ts.作家起步时我从两三岁起就知道，家中随便在哪个房间里，白天无论在什么时间，都可以念书或听人念书。
全新版大学英语综合教程第五册-英语课文翻译
Take This Fish and Look at It1 It was more than fifteen years ago that I entered the laboratory of Professor Agassiz, and told him I had enrolled my name in the Scientific School as a student of natural history . He asked me a few questions about my object in coming, my antecedents generally, the mode in which I afterwards proposed to use the knowledge I might acquire, and, finally, whether I wished to study any special branch. To the latter I replied that while I wished to be well grounded in all departments of zoology, I purposed to devote myself especially to insects.把这条鱼拿去好好看看我是在15余年前进入阿加西兹教授的实验室的，告诉他我已在科学学院注册读博物学。
他略略询问了我来此的目的、我大致的经历、以后准备如何运用所学知识，最后问我是否希望修习某一特别学科。
对最后一个问题我回答说，我希望自己在动物学各个领域都具有一定的基础，但特别想研究昆虫。
2 "When do you wish to begin?" he asked.“你想什么时候开始呢？”他问。
3 "Now," I replied.“就现在，”我回答说。
英语专业综合教程5课文翻译
英语专业综合教程5课文翻译综合教程第五册课文翻译Unit1TheFourthofJuly我第一次到华盛顿的时候是初夏那时我想我不应该再当一个孩子。
至少这是他们在八年级的毕业典礼上对我们说的。
我的姐姐菲利斯在同一时间从高中毕业。
我不知道她应该不再当一个什么。
但当作是送给我们俩的毕业礼物,我们全家在国庆日前往华盛顿旅游,那是传奇而著名的我国首都。
这是我第一次真正意义上在白天时乘坐火车。
当我还小的时候我们总是在夜晚乘坐运奶火车去康涅狄格海岸,因为它更便宜。
学期还没结束前家里就开始忙着准备旅行的事。
我们准备了两个星期。
父亲拿了两个大箱子和一个装满食物的盒子。
事实上,我第一次到华盛顿的旅途可以说是一个移动盛宴一在位子上安顿下来我就开始吃东西直到我们到了费城往后的某个地方才停下来。
我记得那是费城,是因为我们没有经过自由之钟对此我很失望。
母亲烤了两只鸡,然后把它们切成恰好一口一片的大小。
她打包了黑面包和黄油切片,青椒和胡萝卜条。
有来自Cushman面包店的亮黄色的周围有一圈扇贝形状的小冰蛋糕叫做“金盏花“。
有来自牛顿面包店的香辛小面包和岩皮饼,还有包裹着蛋黄酱的冰茶那是一家雷诺克斯大街上圣马可学校对面的西印度面包店。
还有母亲为我们准备的蜜桃和给父亲准备的莳萝腌菜,桃子上还有绒毛,单独包装,以免它们碰伤。
为了干净,母亲还准备了成堆的餐巾纸和一个小锡盒子里面装有浸了玫瑰水和甘油的毛巾,可以用来擦拭发粘的嘴巴。
我想要在餐车吃饭,因为我已经从书上读到过关于它们的一切,但母亲提醒了我无数次,餐车食品太贵,而且,你根本没法辨别那些食物上有谁的手在上面动过,也不知道,之前他们的手碰过什么地方。
我的母亲从未提及过直到1947年黑人还是不被允许进入前往南部的火车餐车。
通常,无论母亲是不喜欢的或无法改变的事她都会忽视。
可能她觉得如果把注意力转开事情就会过去。
后来我知道菲利斯的高中班级旅行去的就是华盛顿,但老师们私底下又把费用还回给了她,跟她解释说,班上的孩子除了菲利斯都是白人他们将住的那家旅馆会让菲利斯不高兴。
(完整word版)综合教程5何兆熊unit1-4课文翻译
Unit1The Fourth of JulyThe first time I went to Washington D.C. was on the edge of the summer when I was supposed to stop being a child. At least that’s what they said to us all at graduation from the eighth grade. My sister Phyllis graduated at the same time from high school. I don’t know what she was supposed to stop being. But as graduation presents for us both, the whole family took a Forth of July trip to Washington D.C., the fabled and famous capital of our country.我第一次到华盛顿的时候是初夏那时我想我不应该再当一个孩子。
至少这是他们在八年级的毕业典礼上对我们说的。
我的姐姐菲利斯在同一时间从高中毕业。
我不知道她应该不再当一个什么。
但当作是送给我们俩的毕业礼物,我们全家在国庆日前往华盛顿旅游,那是传奇而著名的我国首都。
It was the first time I’d ever been on a railroad train during the day. When I was little, and we used to go to the Connecticut shore, we always went at night on the milk train, because it was cheaper.这是我第一次真正意义上在白天时乘坐火车。
全新版大学英语综合教程5课文翻译
全新版大学英语综合教程5课文翻译1Unit1 One Writer's Beginnings作家起步时1.我从两三岁起就知道，家中随便在哪个房间里，白天无论在什么时间，都可以念书或听人念书。
母亲念书给我听。
上午她都在那间大卧室里给我念，两人一起坐在她那把摇椅里，我们摇晃时，椅子发出有节奏的滴答声，好像有只唧唧鸣叫的蟋蟀在伴着读故事。
冬日午后，她常在餐厅里烧着煤炭的炉火前给我念，布谷鸟自鸣钟发出“咕咕”声时，故事便结束了;晚上我在自己床上睡下后她也给我念。
想必我是不让她有一刻清静。
有时她在厨房里一边坐着搅制黄油一边给我念，故事情节就随着搅制黄油发出的抽抽搭搭的声响不断展开。
我的奢望是她念我来搅拌;有一次她满足了我的愿望，可是我要听的故事她念完了，她要的黄油我却还没弄好。
她念起故事来富有表情。
比如，她念《穿靴子的猫》时，你就没法不相信她对猫一概怀疑。
2 当我得知故事书原来是人写出来的，书本原来不是什么大自然的奇迹，不像草那样自生自长时，真是又震惊又失望。
不过，姑且不论书本从何而来，我不记得自己有什么时候不爱书——书本本身、封面、装订、印着文字的书页，还有油墨味、那种沉甸甸的感觉，以及把书抱在怀里时那种将我征服、令我陶醉的感觉。
还没识字，我就想读书了，一心想读所有的书。
3 我的父母都不是来自那种买得起许多书的家庭。
然而，虽然买书准得花去他不少薪金，作为一家成立不久的保险公司最年轻的职员，父亲一直在精心挑选、不断订购他和母亲认为儿童成长应读的书。
他们购书首先是为了我们的前程。
4 除了客厅里有一向被称作“图书室”的书橱，餐厅的窗子下还有几张摆放百科全书的桌子和一个字典架。
这里有伴随我们在餐桌旁争论着长大的《韦氏大词典》、《哥伦比亚百科全书》、《康普顿插图百科全书》、《林肯资料文库》，以及后来的《知识库》。
“图书馆”书橱里的书没过多久我就能读了——我的确读了，全都读了，按着顺序，一排接着一排读，从最上面的书架一直读到最下面的书架。
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Unit1The Fourth of July我第一次到华盛顿的时候是初夏，届时我将结束我的孩提时代。
至少这是他们在八年级的毕业典礼上对我们说的。
我的姐姐菲利斯在同一时间从高中毕业。
我不知道她应该结束什么时期。
但当作是送给我们俩的毕业礼物,我们全家在国庆日前往华盛顿旅游,那是传奇而著名的我国首都。
这是我第一次真正意义上在白天时乘坐火车。
当我还小的时候我们总是在夜晚乘坐运奶火车去康涅狄格海岸,因为它更便宜。
学校还没放假，家里就开始忙着准备旅行的事。
我们一周前就开始打包。
父亲拿了两个大箱子和一个装满食物的盒子。
事实上,我第一次华盛顿之旅可以说是一个移动的盛宴一在位子上安顿下来我就开始吃东西直到过了费城之后的某个地方才停下来。
我记得那是费城,是因为我们没有经过自由之钟对此我很失望。
母亲烤了两只鸡,然后把它们切成恰好一口一片的大小。
她打包了黑面包和黄油切片,青椒和胡萝卜条。
有来自Cushman面包店的亮黄色的周围有一圈扇贝形状的小冰蛋糕叫做“金盏花“。
有来自牛顿面包店的香辛小面包和岩皮饼,还有包裹着蛋黄酱的冰茶那是一家雷诺克斯大街上圣马可学校对面的西印度面包店。
还有母亲为我们准备的蜜桃和给父亲准备的茴香腌菜,桃子上还有绒毛,每个都单独包装,以免它们碰伤。
为了干净,母亲还准备了成堆的餐巾纸和一个小锡盒子里面装有浸了玫瑰水和甘油的毛巾,可以用来擦拭发粘的嘴巴。
我想要在餐车吃饭,因为我已经从书上读到过关于它们的一切,但母亲提醒了我无数次,餐车食品太贵,而且,你根本没法辨别那些食物上有谁的手在上面动过,也不知道, 之前他们的手又碰过什么地方。
我的母亲从未提及过1947年黑人还是不被允许进入前往南部的火车餐车。
通常,母亲都会忽视她不喜欢的或无法改变的事。
可能她觉得如果把注意力转开事情就会过去。
后来我知道菲利斯的高中班级旅行去的就是华盛顿,但老师们私底下又把费用还回给了她,跟她解释说,班上的孩子除了菲利斯都是白人他们将住的那家旅馆会让菲利斯不高兴。
这句话后来父亲对她私下里解释的意思就是,他们不租房间给黑人。
父亲承诺说“我们仍然会带着你们到华盛顿去,就我们自己。
而不是只是在便宜破旧的小旅馆里住一晚。
“在华盛顿,我们住一间有两张双人床的房间我还有一张额外的小床。
这是一家后街的旅馆是我父亲的一个从事房地产的朋友的。
次日弥撒过后我花了整个一天的时间眯着眼看林肯纪念堂。
在D.A.R.因玛丽安?安德森是个黑人而拒绝她在他们的礼堂唱歌后她曾在林肯纪念堂唱过歌。
父亲在告诉我们这个故事的时候说也许是因为她是“有色人种”。
除此之外父亲说的可能就是“黑人”,他当时相当激进。
我眯着眼是因为我一直处于无声的痛苦中那一直是我从童年的夏天的特征,从学校放假的六月到七月底,导致我扩张和脆弱的眼睛曝晒在夏天的强光下。
6月在我看来就是令人极度痛苦晕眩的白色。
我讨厌国庆日,甚至在我开始意识到这荒谬的现实—这对美国黑人来说也算是个庆典--之前就开始讨厌了。
我的父母不赞成戴墨镜,他们也花费不起。
我花了一下午的时间眯眼看自由纪念碑、历届总统和民主政治,不知道为什么华盛顿的光和热要比家乡纽约强得多。
甚至街道上的人行道路面都比家乡的颜色略浅。
后来在华盛顿的那个下午我和我的家人沿着宾夕法尼亚大道走回去。
我们可以算是个严格意义上的旅行团,母亲是白人、父亲是黑人,我们三个女孩介于黑白之间渐变。
受历史建筑和傍晚的炎热影响,父亲宣布去另一个地方。
他有种很强的历史感,懂得制造戏剧化的场面,懂得如何让旅行变得更有趣。
“我们要停下来喝点东西降降温么,林?”我们一家来到离旅馆两个街区远的拜尔冰激凌冷饮小卖部吃香草冰激凌。
小卖部里又昏暗又凉爽很好地缓解了我焦灼的眼睛。
我们五个衣着整洁一个挨着一个坐在的柜台边。
我坐在母亲和父亲中间我的两个姐姐坐在母亲的另一边。
我们沿着白色斑点的大理石柜台就坐,起先没人听明白那个女服务员说的是什么于是我们就这么坐在那。
那个女服务员朝我们走来靠近父亲再一次说“我说了我可以让你们外带但是抱歉你们不能坐在这儿吃。
” 然后她垂下双眼看起来十分尴尬。
瞬间我们同时都听到了她说了什么响亮且清楚。
我和我的家人挺直了背、义愤填膺,一个接一个从柜台凳子上下来转身走出了小卖部,安静并愤怒着,就好像我们从来不是黑人。
没有人会用除了内疚的沉默以外的什么来回答我所强调的问题。
“但是我们什么都没做!”这是不正确的不公平的!难道我没有写过关于自由和民主的诗歌吗?我的父母不会谈及这种歧视,不是因为他们导致了这种歧视,而是因为他们觉得他们应当预料到并且避免它。
这使得我更加的生气。
我的愤怒将不会被其他家庭成员所认同尽管他们同样愤怒。
甚至我的两个姐姐也学着我父母假装没有什么不正常的和反美的事发生过。
虽然在我给父亲看了我写在本子上的日记后他答应过我下周能用办公室的打字机但是他还是留我独自一人写抗议信寄给美国总统。
那个女服务员是白人的,那个柜台是白色的,我从来不曾在华盛顿吃到的冰淇淋,以及我离开的童年的那个夏天是白色的,白色的热浪和白色的人行道,那个夏天我第一次华盛顿之旅看到的白色纪念碑让我在余下的整个旅程中极为恶心反胃。
这次旅行实在算不上是毕业礼物。
UNIT 2The Struggle to Be an All-American Girl我和哥哥过去常常去的中文学校还在耶鲁街。
尽管刷了新油漆和围了高铁丝网,我十年前就熟知的这所学校仍明显没有丝毫改变。
每天下午5点,我和哥哥不得不去中文学校而不是和四、五年级的朋友们一起玩或溜出去到空地捉鬼寻骨。
再多的乱踢,乱叫,或请求都不能劝阻我的母亲，她坚决要我们学习中文。
她强行把我们从家里带到学校有七个街区的路程又长又崎岖。
她将面带挑衅、含着泪的我们带到严厉的校长面前。
我对他的唯一记忆是他就像一棵棕榈树一样摇动,他总是将他那双不停抽搐的手紧紧扣在背后。
我把他当成是一个抑郁疯狂的儿童杀手,还认为如果我们看到他的手,就会遇到大麻烦。
我们都坐在一个空旷的礼堂里的小椅子上。
这房间闻起来就像中药有一股进口的遥远的腐臭。
像古老的卫生球或肮脏的衣柜。
我讨厌那气味。
我喜爱清新的气味。
就像我在公立学校的美国老师喷的轻柔的法国香水。
尽管在学校重点主要是语言—口语、阅读、写作—课程总是从练习礼貌开始。
随着老师进来,最好的那个学生会敲击铃铛,然后每个人都站起来,磕头并齐道,“先生好,“意思是“老师好。
”十岁的时候,我还有比象形文字更重要的东西要学而不是用毛笔痛苦地一行行地从左往右抄写汉字那是一支真正的墨水笔,必须以一种极别扭的方式拿着,才能避免弄出斑驳的痕迹。
毕竟,我可以背出乘法表,说出火星的卫星的名字,写关于《小女人》和《黑美人》的读后感。
南茜朱尔是我最喜欢的女主人公,她从来不说汉语。
汉语对我来说是一个尴尬的来源。
我曾不止一次试图让自己摆脱那喋喋不休的声音,无论我走在附近唐人街外的美国超市那声音都会一直跟着我。
那声音属于我的祖母,一个脆弱的妇女却能吼出比街头小贩还响的声音。
她的笑话粗俗下流,她的汉语没有韵律和花样。
她语速很快,声音很大,一点儿也不优美。
她的汉语不像那安静轻快而浪漫的法语或柔和精致的南美语。
汉语听起来通俗、大众。
进进出出数以百计的中国人在日常工作中说着汉语让唐人街听起来混乱而嘈杂。
我不想被认为是在像疯子一样胡扯。
当我讲英文的时候人们会对我点头微笑说一些鼓励的话。
甚至和我有着相同文化背景的人都会咯咯笑着说我将来会有出息。
他们会说“哇她的嘴唇动的好快啊”意思说我能够跟得上唐人街外面的世界。
对于说英语这件事情我哥哥比我更狂热。
他对母亲尤其苛刻,经常残忍地批评她的洋泾浜口语——在谈话中夹杂中文就像炒杂碎一样。
他会恼羞成怒地说“不是‘What it is,’妈妈, 是‘What is it, what is it, what is it!’”有时候母亲可能偶尔会遗漏冠词,或者一个be动词。
他就会在母亲说到一半时打断她:“再说一次,妈妈。
说对来”每当他绊了一下舌头,他就会责怪她:“看哪,妈妈,这都是你的错。
你做了一个坏榜样。
”最激怒母亲的是当我哥哥逼她念辅音,尤其是“r”这个音。
“我的父亲开了母亲一个残酷的玩笑给她登记了一个她根本念不出来的英文名字。
不管她怎么努力,她总是把”Ruth “说成“Luth”或者“Roof”。
用毛笔抄写了两年的拥有大量词义的汉字我的“文化分裂”终于得到了许可。
我可以不用再去上中文学校了。
我觉得自己是多元文化的。
我更喜欢蛋卷玉米饼;我喜欢五月节胜于春节。
到最后,我以为自己是一个美国人,而不是一个中国人。
可悲的是,我始终都是中国人。
UNIT3A Hanging那是在缅甸，一个泡在雨水中的清晨。
我们侯在死牢外面，这是一排正面安了两重铁栅栏的小房子，象关动物的小笼子。
每间牢房十英尺见方，除了一张光板床和一只饮水罐，里面什么东西也没有。
其中有几间关着肤色棕黑、一声不响的犯人，一律裹着毯子，蹲在里层的栅栏跟前。
这些都是一两周之内就会被送上绞架的死刑犯。
一个死囚已经被带出他的牢房。
这是个瘦瘦小小的印度北方人，瘦得能一把攥起来，他的头发给剃掉了，但却长着浓密的胡茬子，特别像电影里滑稽角色的那种胡子，真不敢相信这么一付小身板能长出这么大一把胡子。
他眼睛里噙满泪水，但他的目光却是一片茫然。
六个大个子印度籍看守围着他，替他做上绞架的准备工作。
其中两位端着上了刺刀的步枪站在一边，其他几位忙着给他上手铐，之后把一根链子穿过他的手铐，绑在他们自己的腰带上，他的胳膊被紧紧地绑在身体两侧。
那几个人把他围得严严实实，七八只手在他身上细心地用着力，像是在爱抚他、无时无刻都要感觉到他的存在。
这场景颇似几个人在对付一条活蹦乱跳的鱼，生怕它随时可能跳回水里去一般。
但他只是站着，毫无反抗之意，任凭双臂被绳子摆布，似乎他根本注意不到正在发生的事情。
钟敲了八响，远处兵营里响起一阵军号，若隐若现，煞是凄清。
监狱长正独自站在一旁，心神不定地用手杖刺着地面的砂砾层，听见军号，他抬起头发话了。
“务必得抓紧了，弗兰西斯，”他不耐烦地说。
“这家伙这时候早该死了。
你们还没准备好吗？”看守长弗兰西斯，一个身着白色斜纹布制服、戴了副金边眼镜的德拉维胖子，动作夸张地举起他那只黑爪子报告。
“是的长官，是的长官，”他发音有点不清楚。
“全部肿备好了，您会满意的。
刽知手已经债等了。
我们可以肘了。
”“很好，那就马上出发。
这活儿不干完就没法给别的犯人开早饭。
”于是我们动身向绞刑场进发。
犯人两侧各走着两个斜端着步枪的看守，另外两个看守抓着犯人的肩膀和手臂，说不上是在推着他走还是在扶着他走。
我们其他人——文职人员等等，跟在队伍后面。
到绞刑场有大约四十码远。
那个犯人光着背，我看着他褐色的脊背在我前面晃动。
由于胳膊被绑着，他走路的样子有点费劲，不过却很稳健，每跨出一步，他那些肌肉便优美地消失又现形，他头皮上有一绺头发飘起再荡落，他的双脚都会在潮湿的砂砾地上印下足迹。