翻译练习

翻译练习
1．In a society in which power, money and work are valued above almost everything else, many people’s musical talents could waste away.
2．The process causes molecules in the trash to break down, creating a stone-like material that can be used in pavement or kitchen tiles, as well as hydrogen-rich gases that are then burned as fuel.
3．The project does not, on the surface at least, inspire utmost confidence.
4．An acute illness had brought him to our hospital years ago, and his family abandoned him shortly before he was discharged. Unable to care for himself, he had no alternative except nursing home care, where he lay until I met him when I was an intern.
5．A ripe red apple sat on the counter. On a whim. I cut it up, arranged the slices on a plate and carried the snack to Dad. The strangest expression crossed his face. For a second, i thought I’d done something wrong. He looked as if he were going to cry.
“Dad? What’s the matter?” I asked.
“Nobody cut an apple like that since my wife died,” he said, squeezing my hand. “it’s just like she used to do.”
I didn’t know what is more amazing—his reaction or his uncharacteristic self-disclosure.
Maybe the stroke had made him more emotional. No matter. A lump formed in my throat and I blinked back tears. Father or no father, I couldn’t let myself cry in front of him. 6．So excited I wanted to freeze the moment in time and preserve the feeling.
7．After Brown wrote a short synopsis of Da Vinci, he expanded it for his new in the only private space available in his parents’ Florida home: heir laundry room.
8．Idlers, who shrink from honest work, attach themselves like parasites to rich and influential people and by flattery and servile adulation get money and favors from them.
Such hangers-on are to be despised.
9．Brand, who is director of patient services for California-based ALS Association, says that stem-cell research is still in its infancy.It’s just too soon to tell when it might move into clinical trials, she tells her caller.
10．My seven year old daughter, Sara, is the spitting image of me. Her thick, wavy brown hair and brown eyes look identical to baby pictures of me from that same age.
Since she was born, family has commented on the resemblance between Sara and me. As she growing older, she looks only more and more like me. Gazing at Sara is like looking into a mirror that allows me to peek into my childhood.
11．While my six-year old daughter, Elama, looks like she was either adopted, or born from an illicit affair with a man other than her daddy.
12．The only way we are sure that she came from me is witnessing the birth process i went through to bring her into this world. And we are reassured that she was not switched in the hospital.
13．This last April while visiting my parents on the farm I’d grown up on, I wandered outside to drink in the feel of “home”, a comfort I really needed right then. I was used to sunny Southern California mornings, and the brisk early morning Iowa air nipped at my nose, ears and bare hands.
14．With my father’s fleece-lined jacket wrapped around me, and my hands snuggled deep in its well-worn pockets, I meandered around the spacious homestead when
unexpected sweet scent of lilac suddenly called to me. Turning towards the bountiful hedge of lilacs in the distance, i spotted what looked like blooms. I hurried over 15．When i was about ten years old, I spotted a mouse running across our living room floor. My four younger siblings heard me screeching at the top of lungs and joined me on the couch, where my father found us standing, yelling and pointing.。