Unit 14 Homeless课文翻译综合教程三
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Unit 14HomelessAnna Quindlen1 Her name was Ann, and we met in the Port Authority Bus Terminal several Januarys ago. I was doing a story on homeless people. She said I was wasting my time talking to her; she was just passing through, although she’d b een passing through for more than two weeks. To prove to me that this was true, she rummaged through a tote bag and a manila envelope and finally unfolded a sheet of typing paper and brought out her photographs.2 They were not pictures of family, or friends, or even a dog or cat, its eyes brown-red in the flashbulb’s light. They were pictures of a house. It was like a thousand houses in a hundred towns, not suburb, not city, but somewhere in between, with aluminum siding and a chain-link fence, a narrow driveway running up to a one-car garage and a patch of backyard. The house was yellow. I looked on the back for a date or a name, but neither was there. There was no need for discussion. I knew what she was trying to tell me, for it was something I had often felt. She was not adrift, alone, anonymous, although her bags and her raincoat with the grime shadowing its creases had made me believe she was. She had a house, or at least once upon a time had had one. Inside were curtains, a couch, a stove, potholders. You are where you live. She was somebody.3 I’ve never been very good at looking at the big picture, taking the global view, and I’ve always been a person with an overactive sense of place, the legacy of an Irish grandfather. So it is natural that the thing that seems most wrong with the world to me right now is that there are so many people with no homes. I’m not simply talking about shelter from the elements, or three square meals a day or a mailing address to which the welfare people can send the check —although I know that all these are important for survival. I’m talking about a home, about precisely those kinds of feelings that have wound up in cross-stitch and French knots on samplers over the years.4 Home is where the heart is. There’s no place like it. I love my home with a ferocity totally out of proportion to its appearance or location. I love dumb things about: the hot-water heater, the plastic rack you drain dishes in, the roof over my head, which occasionally leaks. And yet it is precisely those dumb things that make it what it is — a place of certainty, stability, predictability, privacy, for me and for my family. It is where I live. What more can you say about a place than that? That is everything.5 Yet it is something that we have been edging away from gradually during mylifetime and the lifetimes of my parents and grandparents. There was a time when where you lived often was where you worked and where you grew the food you ate and even where you were buried. When that era passed, where you lived at least was where your parents had lived and where you would live with your children when you became enfeebled. Then, suddenly where you lived was where you lived for three years, until you could move on to something else and something else again.6 And so we have come to something else again, to children who do not understand what it means to go to their rooms because they have never had a room, to men and women whose fantasy is a wall they can paint a color of their own choosing, to old people reduced to sitting on molded plastic chairs, their skin blue-white in the lights of a bus station, who pull pictures of houses out of their bags. Homes have stopped being homes. Now they are real estate.7 People find it curious that those without homes would rather sleep sitting up on benches or huddled in doorways than go to shelters. Certainly some prefer to do so because they are emotionally ill, because they have been locked in before and they are damned if they will be locked in again. Others are afraid of the violence and trouble they may find there. But some seem to want something that is not available in shelters, and they will not compromise, not for a cot, or oatmeal, or a shower with special soap that kills the bugs. “One room,” a woman with a baby who was sleeping on her sister’s floor, once told me, “painted blue.” That was the crux of it; not size or location, but pride of ownership. Painted blue.8 This is a difficult problem, and some wise and compassionate people are working hard at it. But in the main I think we work around it, just as we walk around it when it is lying on the sidewalk or sitting in the bus terminal —the problem, that is. It has been customary to take people’s pain and lessen our own participation in it b y turning it into an issue, not a collection of human beings. We turn an adjective into a noun: the poor, not poor people; the homeless, not Ann or the man who lives in the box or the woman who sleeps on the subway grate.9 Sometimes I think we would be better off if we forgot about the broad strokes and concentrated on the details. Here is a woman without a bureau. There is a man with no mirror, no wall to hang it on. They are not the homeless. They are people who have no homes. No drawer that holds the spoons. No window to look out upon the world. My God. That is everything.无家可归安娜·昆德伦1. 她的名字叫安,几年前的一月份,我们在港务局汽车站邂逅。
大学英语综合教程3课文翻译第一课:生活中的困扰原文:Living With RegretRegrets. We all have them. They can range from minor inconsiderate acts to major life-changing decisions. But no matter the scale, regrets serve as a constant reminder of our past mistakes and missed opportunities.Regrets often stem from our desires to change the past. We wish we had made different choices or taken different paths. We dwell on what could have been, rather than accepting what is. This obsession with the past can hinder our ability to live in the present and enjoy the opportunities that await us.Living with regret can be a heavy burden to carry. It weighs us down emotionally and mentally. We constantly replay the past in our minds, seeking to find a different outcome and trying to understand how things could have been different. This constant rumination can lead to feelings of guilt, sadness, and even depression.Regret can also have a negative impact on our relationships. If we are constantly dwelling on past mistakes, it can prevent us from fully engaging with others in the present. We may be hesitant to form new relationships or trust others, fearing thatwe will make the same mistakes again. This fear and hesitancy can limit our social connections and prevent us from experiencing the joys of deep and meaningful relationships.So how do we break free from the grip of regret? It starts with acceptance. Accepting that we cannot change the past, no matter how much we wish we could. We must forgive ourselves for our mistakes and learn from them. It is through learning and growth that we can move forward and create a better future.In addition to acceptance, it is important to focus on the present moment. By practicing mindfulness and being fully present in our daily lives, we can let go of the past and embrace the opportunities that come our way. Life is constantly changing, and if we are too focused on what has already happened, we may miss out on the beauty of what is happening right now.Regrets are a natural part of life, but they do not have to consume us. By accepting the past, focusing on the present, and learning from our mistakes, we can live a life free from the burden of regret.翻译:带着遗憾生活遗憾,我们都有。
新标准大学英语综合教程3课后答案Unit11 对于是否应该在大学期间详细规划自己的未来,学生们意见不一。
有的人认为对未来应该有一个明确的目标和详细的计划,为日后可能遇到的挑战做好充分的准备;有的人则认为不用过多考虑未来,因为未来难以预料。
(map out; brace oneself for; uncertainty)Students differ about whether they should have their future mapped out when they are still at university. Some think they should have a definite goal and detailed plan, so as to brace themselves for any challenges, whereas some others think they don’t have to think much about the future, because future is full of uncertainties.2 经过仔细检查,这位科学家得知自己患了绝症。
虽然知道自己将不久于人世,他并没有抱怨命运的不公,而是准备好好利用剩下的日子,争取加速推进由他和同事们共同发起的那个研究项目,以提前结项。
( tick away; make the best of; have a shot at)After a very careful check-up, the scientist was told he had got a fatal disease.Although he knew that his life was ticking away, instead of complaining about the fate, the scientist decided to make thebest of the remaining days, and speed up the research project he and his colleagues initiated, and have a shot at completing it ahead of schedule.Unit21 在火车站上,有一位老人给我讲述了他参加解放战争的经历,那些战斗故事对我有着极大的吸引力。
全新版⼤学英语综合教程3课⽂原⽂及翻译unit 4Was Einstein a Space Alien?1 Albert Einstein was exhausted. For the third night in a row, his baby son Hans, crying, kept the household awake until dawn. When Albert finally dozed off ... it was time to get up and go to wor k. He couldn't skip a day. He needed the job to support his young family.1. 阿尔伯特.爱因斯坦精疲⼒竭。
他幼⼩的⼉⼦汉斯连续三个晚上哭闹不停,弄得全家⼈直到天亮都⽆法⼊睡。
阿尔伯特总算可以打个瞌睡时,已是他起床上班的时候了。
他不能⼀天不上班,他需要这份⼯作来养活组建不久的家庭。
2 Walking briskly to the Patent Office, where he was a "Technical Expert, Third Class," Albert w orried about his mother. She was getting older and frail, and she didn't approve of his marriage to Mileva. Relations were strained. Albert glanced at a passing shop window. His hair was a mess; he had forgotten to comb it again.2. 阿尔伯特是专利局三等技术专家。
在快步去专利局上班的路上,他为母亲忧⼼忡忡。
母亲年纪越来越⼤,⾝体虚弱。
Un it--Homeless 练习答案综合教程三作者:日期: 2Un it 14 HomelessKey to the ExercisesText comprehe nsionI. Decide which of the follow ing best states the text's un derly ing purpose.CII. Judge, accord ing to the text, whether the followi ng stateme nts are true or false.1. T (Refer to Paragraphs 1 and2.)2. F (Refer to Paragraph3. She is saying that she does not look at the world from any broad perspective .In stead, she is more in terested in and sen sitive to a problem in flict ing the world: homeless ness.)3. F (Refer to Paragraph 5. It is not that their houses are getting smaller and smaller,but that they do not keep their houses as long as before. Moving is becoming more freque nt.)4. F (Refer to Paragraph 7. Some people refuse to go to shelters because they still miss the feeli ng of a home which is abse nt at any shelter. They still expect a home, or at least the feeli ng of a home.)5. T (Refer to Paragraphs 8 and 9.)III. An swer the follow ing questi ons.1. Refer to Paragraphs 1 and2. Ann produced some pictures kept i n a folded sheet of typing paper to show that she was not homeless. She in sisted that she had a home and an iden tity that bel on ged to the home. But the author discovered that she was homeless from her dirty and shabby clothes, and from the fact that "she'd bee n pass ing through for more than two weeks."2. Refer to Paragraphs 3 and 4. According to the author, a home is more than a shelter or someth ing merely physical; it is where the heart is, as she puts it, or a place of certa in ty, stability, predictability and privacy.3. Refer to Paragraphs 5 and 6. In the U.S., the sense of a home is edging away gradually. Homes were stable for a lifetime or even gen erati ons traditi on ally, yet all of asudden they are getting short-lived. They may disappear any time, because they are no Ion ger homes; they are now real estate.4. Real estate is the modern term for land and anything that is permanently affixed to it.Fixtures in clude build in gs, fen ces, and thi ngs attached to buildi ngs, such as plumb ing, heating, and light fixtures. Property that is not affixed is regarded as personal property.Home with all the love, stability and sense of belonging in it, certainly means much more than real estate.5. Refer to Paragraphs 8 and 9. There are people trying to solve the problem, but they have not un derstood or approached the problem in the right way. They are, accord ing to the author, not sen sitive eno ugh to the real people who have no home.IV. Expla in in your own words the followi ng senten ces.1. She asserted that I was mistake n and she was not homeless. She said that she did not stay at the bus stati on, but I knew she had bee n there for over two weeks.2. My love for my home is far greater than the house itself and the area where it is located.3. What some people wan t is more tha n a physical shelter. Their desire for the feeli ng of a home is so strong that they would not go to shelters for any facilities offered there.Structural an alysis of the textFirst part: Paragraphs 1 -3.Second part: Paragraphs 4 -7.Third part: Paragraphs 8 -9.Rhetorical features of the textThat was the crux of it; not size or location, but pride of ownership. (Paragraph 7)We turn an adjective into a noun: the poor, not poor people; the homeless, not Ann or theman who lives in the box or the woman who sleeps on the subway grate. (Paragraph 8)Vocabulary exercisesI. Expla in the un derl ined part in each sentence in your own words.1. a pers on of importa nee2. un favorable weather con diti ons, such as strong win ds, heavy rain, and cold; three substantial, nourishing meals3. far more intense tha n the care for4. gen erally, on the whole5. the gen eral no ti on or the rough outl ineII. Fill in the bla nk in each sentence with a word take n from the box in its appropriate form.1. crux2. anonym ous3. rummaged4. en feebli ng5. bureau6. drained7. adrift 8. customaryIII. Fill in the bla nks with the appropriate forms of the give n words.1. anony mity 3. un predictably 5. spo onful7. disqualified 2. ferocious4. leaky6. damn ably/da mned 8. termi nateIV. Fill in the blank(s) in each sentence with an appropriate phrasal verb or collocation taken from the text.1. edgi ng ... away2. wi nd up3. run up to4. pass ing through5. reduced to6. sat up7. move on to8. locked inV. Give a synonym or an antonym of the word un derl ined in each sentence in the senseit is used.1. Synonym: dirt (soot, filth)2. Antonym: local (partial, restricted)3. Synonym: fierce ness (inten sity)4. Synonym: security (safety)5. Synonym: crouch6. Antonym: in accessible (un obta in able)7. Antonym: in differe nt (heartless, apathetic)8. Synonym: specific (particular)VI. Expla in the un derl ined phrasal verbs in your own words.1. con sta ntly compla in about2. accept3. respected4. men ti oned5. reveal (your) real men tal state6. disapproved7. en dure8. gett ing themselves readyGrammar exercisesI. Recast the senten ces below by using if.1. If you lie down for a few minutes, you'll feel much better. (an imperative + and + in dicative = if?2. If you don't drive more carefully, you'll cause an accident. (an imperative + or + indicative = if 卬ot ?3. If the gover nment had acted earlier, the prese nt crisis could have bee n avoided.4. If the flight should be delayed, passe ngers will be in formed immediately.5. If the money does n't arrive before Thursday, there will be trouble.6. If I had known the address, I would have called into the office.7. If I were worried, I would not be play ing golf at this mome nt.8. If he should be found guilty, he will be deprived of the guardia nship of his childre n.II. Put the verbs in brackets into correct forms.1. did n't know, would not understand2. had n't got, would have come, would n't have bee n3. would you like4. do, would you please remind5. spe nd, will not have6. had, would make7. retur ns / should retur n(This is a real con diti on al. Should in the if-clause suggests a less stro ng possibility.)8. had admitted, would n't have bee nIII. Correct the errors, where found, in the follow ing senten ces.1. the success of the Exhibiti on has bee n has bee n the success of the Exhibiti on(With so + adjective placed at the beginning of a sentence, the subject and verb should be in the in verted order. When the verb is be. full in vers ion is used.)2. goi ng go3. presided presided over4. the family life family life(Zero article is used before a plural noun or an uncountable noun when we refer tothings in gen eral.)5. are livi ng have bee n livi ng; look looked6. gla need gla need at7. will would8. V9. hitch-hike hitch-hik ing10. being miss ing miss ingIV. Complete the followi ng sentences with the appropriate forms of the verbs.1. flows(When suggest means "indicate," we don't use the subjunctive mood in the clause followi ng it.)2. are unfoun ded3. were4. get / should get(Should get is preferred in British English.)5. come / should come6. be / should be7. make / should make8. in vest / should in vestV. Pun ctuate the follow ing senten ces, using commas or full stops.1. The butterfly is a marvel. It begins as an ugly caterpillar and turns into a work of art.2. The earthquake was devastat ing. Tall buildi ngs crumbled and fell to the earth.3. The child hid behi nd his mother's skirt, for he was afraid of the dog.4. We have to help the children. Or, more precisely, we have to help them to help themselves.5. Both Joh n and I had many errands to do yesterday. Joh n had to go to the post office and bookstore. I had to go to the drugstore, the travel age ncy and the bank.6. He's walking in the garden, the dog is playing at his feet, and the children are followi ng him.7. Miriam Colon, a native of Puerto Rico, is an accomplished actress. Using her own experie nee, she wished to acqua int America ns with the art and culture of Puerto Rico.8. I can go camping in Yellowstone National Park in June, if my grades are high, if Isave eno ugh mon ey, and if my pare nts approve.VI. Make senten ces of your own after the sentences give n below, keep ing the italicized parts in your senten ces.1. e.g. There is no n eed for expla nati on. I know what you are going to say.2. e.g. Sometimes I thi nk we would be better-off if we spe nt less time in front of the TV and more time talk ing to each other.Tran slatio n exercisesI. Tran slate the followi ng sentences into Chin ese.1. 我指的不只是有一片遮风挡雨的屋檐,或者一日保证三餐,也不是一个可以收到福利救济支票的邮政地址一一尽管我知道这一切对生存非常重要。
新标准大学英语综合教程3课文翻译(完整版)Unit 1Active reading 1抓螃蟹大学最后一年的秋天,我们的心情变了。
刚刚过去的夏季学期的轻松氛围、即兴球赛、查尔斯河上的泛舟以及深夜晚会都不见了踪影,我们开始埋头学习,苦读到深夜,课堂出勤率再次急剧上升。
我们都觉得在校时间不多了,以后再也不会有这样的学习机会了,所以都下定决心不再虚度光阴。
当然,下一年四五月份的期末考试最为重要。
我们谁都不想考全班倒数第一,那也太丢人了,因此同学们之间的竞争压力特别大。
以前每天下午五点以后,图书馆就空无一人了,现在却要等到天快亮时才会有空座,小伙子们熬夜熬出了眼袋,他们脸色苍白,睡眼惺忪,却很自豪,好像这些都是表彰他们勤奋好学的奖章。
还有别的事情让大家心情焦虑。
每个人都在心里盘算着过几个月毕业离校之后该找份什么样的工作。
并不总是那些心怀抱负、成绩拔尖的高材生才清楚自己将来要做什么,常常是那些平日里默默无闻的同学早早为自己下几个阶段的人生做好了规划。
有位同学在位于麦迪逊大道他哥哥的广告公司得到了一份工作,另一位同学写的电影脚本已经与好莱坞草签了合约。
我们当中野心最大的一位同学准备到地方上当一个政党活动家,我们都预料他最终会当上参议员或国会议员。
但大多数同学不是准备继续深造,就是想在银行、地方政府或其他单位当个白领,希望在20 出头的时候能挣到足够多的薪水,过上舒适的生活,然后就娶妻生子,贷款买房,期望升职,过安稳日子。
感恩节的时候我回了一趟家,兄弟姐妹们免不了不停地问我毕业后有什么打算,我不知道该说什么。
实际上,我知道该说什么,但我怕他们批评我,所以只对他们说了别人都准备干什么。
父亲看着我,什么也没说。
夜深时,他叫我去他的书房。
我们坐了下来,他给我们俩各倒了杯饮料。
“怎么样?”他问。
“啊,什么怎么样?”“你毕业后到底想做什么?”他问道。
父亲是一名律师,我一直都认为他想让我去法学院深造,追随他的人生足迹,所以我有点儿犹豫。
Unit 1-1Catching crabs1 In the fall of our final year, our mood changed. The relaxed atmosphere of the preceding summer semester, the impromptu ball games, the boating on the Charles River, the late-night parties had disappeared, and we all started to get our heads down, studying late, and attendance at classes rose steeply again. We all sensed we were coming to the end of our stay here, that we would never get a chance like this again, and we became determined not to waste it. Most important of course were the final exams in April and May in the following year. No one wanted the humiliation of finishing last in class, so the peer group pressure to work hard was strong. Libraries which were once empty after five o'clock in the afternoon were standing room only until the early hours of the morning, and guys wore the bags under their eyes and their pale, sleepy faces with pride, like medals proving their diligence.2 But there was something else. At the back of everyone's mind was what we would do next, when we left university in a few months' time. It wasn't always the high flyers with the top grades who knew what they were going to do. Quite often it was the quieter, less impressive students who had the next stages of their life mapped out. One had landed a job in his brother's advertising firm in Madison Avenue, another had got a script under provisional acceptance in Hollywood. The most ambitious student among us was going to work as a party activist at a local level. We all saw him ending up in the Senate or in Congress one day. But most people were either looking to continue their studies, or to make a living with a white-collar job in a bank, local government, or anything which would pay them enough to have a comfortable time in their early twenties, and then settle down with a family, a mortgage and some hope of promotion.3 I went home at Thanksgiving, and inevitably, my brothers and sisters kept asking me what I was planning to do. I didn't know what to say. Actually, I did know what to say, but I thought they'd probably criticize me, so I told them what everyone else was thinking of doing.4 My father was watching me but saying nothing. Late in the evening, he invited me to his study. We sat down and he poured 抓螃蟹1.大学最后一年的秋天,我们的心情变了。
Unit 14HomelessWords and Expressions1. pass through v.experiencee.g. China is passing through the stage of urbanization and modernization.2. wind up v.come to be in an unexpected and usually unpleasant situation, esp. as a result of what one doese.g. Because of ill management, the company wound up having a huge debt to pay off.3. rummage v.search unsystematically and untidily through a mass or receptacle.e.g. He rummaged the drawer for his false teeth.Collocations:rummage around / in / through sth. for sth.e.g.rummaging through (the contents of) a drawer for a pair of socks4. edge v.move slowly with gradual movements or in gradual stagese.g. She edged her way through the crowd to the front just to be closer to her idol. Derivation:edging (n.)e.g. a white handkerchief with blue edgingCollocations:edge your way into / round / through, etc. sth.e.g. Maggie edged her way round the back of the house.edge up / downe.g. Profits have edged up.be edged with sth.e.g. The tablecloth is edged with lace.5. huddle v.crowd together; nestle closelye.g. They huddled together for warmth.Synonyms:assemble, cluster, congregate, crowd, gather6. crux n.the basic, central, or critical point or featuree.g. Now we come to the crux of the problem.Derivation:crucial (a.)This aid money is crucial to the government's economic policies.。
Unit 14HomelessAnna Quindlen1 Her name was Ann, and we met in the Port Authority Bus Terminal several Januarys ago. I was doing a story on homeless people. She said I was wasting my time talking to her; she was just passing through, although she’d b een passing through for more than two weeks. To prove to me that this was true, she rummaged through a tote bag and a manila envelope and finally unfolded a sheet of typing paper and brought out her photographs.2 They were not pictures of family, or friends, or even a dog or cat, its eyes brown-red in the flashbulb’s light. They were pictures of a house. It was like a thousand houses in a hundred towns, not suburb, not city, but somewhere in between, with aluminum siding and a chain-link fence, a narrow driveway running up to a one-car garage and a patch of backyard. The house was yellow. I looked on the back for a date or a name, but neither was there. There was no need for discussion. I knew what she was trying to tell me, for it was something I had often felt. She was not adrift, alone, anonymous, although her bags and her raincoat with the grime shadowing its creases had made me believe she was. She had a house, or at least once upon a time had had one. Inside were curtains, a couch, a stove, potholders. You are where you live. She was somebody.3 I’ve never been very good at looking at the big picture, taking the global view, and I’ve always been a person with an overactive sense of place, the legacy of an Irish grandfather. So it is natural that the thing that seems most wrong with the world to me right now is that there are so many people with no homes. I’m not simply talking about shelter from the elements, or three square meals a day or a mailing address to which the welfare people can send the check —although I know that all these are important for survival. I’m talking about a home, about precisely those kinds of feelings that have wound up in cross-stitch and French knots on samplers over the years.4 Home is where the heart is. There’s no place like it. I love my home with a ferocity totally out of proportion to its appearance or location. I love dumb things about: the hot-water heater, the plastic rack you drain dishes in, the roof over my head, which occasionally leaks. And yet it is precisely those dumb things that make it what it is — a place of certainty, stability, predictability, privacy, for me and for my family. It is where I live. What more can you say about a place than that? That is everything.5 Yet it is something that we have been edging away from gradually during mylifetime and the lifetimes of my parents and grandparents. There was a time when where you lived often was where you worked and where you grew the food you ate and even where you were buried. When that era passed, where you lived at least was where your parents had lived and where you would live with your children when you became enfeebled. Then, suddenly where you lived was where you lived for three years, until you could move on to something else and something else again.6 And so we have come to something else again, to children who do not understand what it means to go to their rooms because they have never had a room, to men and women whose fantasy is a wall they can paint a color of their own choosing, to old people reduced to sitting on molded plastic chairs, their skin blue-white in the lights of a bus station, who pull pictures of houses out of their bags. Homes have stopped being homes. Now they are real estate.7 People find it curious that those without homes would rather sleep sitting up on benches or huddled in doorways than go to shelters. Certainly some prefer to do so because they are emotionally ill, because they have been locked in before and they are damned if they will be locked in again. Others are afraid of the violence and trouble they may find there. But some seem to want something that is not available in shelters, and they will not compromise, not for a cot, or oatmeal, or a shower with special soap that kills the bugs. “One room,” a woman with a baby who was sleeping on her sister’s floor, once told me, “painted blue.” That was the crux of it; not size or location, but pride of ownership. Painted blue.8 This is a difficult problem, and some wise and compassionate people are working hard at it. But in the main I think we work around it, just as we walk around it when it is lying on the sidewalk or sitting in the bus terminal —the problem, that is. It has been customary to take people’s pain and lessen our own participation in it b y turning it into an issue, not a collection of human beings. We turn an adjective into a noun: the poor, not poor people; the homeless, not Ann or the man who lives in the box or the woman who sleeps on the subway grate.9 Sometimes I think we would be better off if we forgot about the broad strokes and concentrated on the details. Here is a woman without a bureau. There is a man with no mirror, no wall to hang it on. They are not the homeless. They are people who have no homes. No drawer that holds the spoons. No window to look out upon the world. My God. That is everything.无家可归安娜·昆德伦1. 她的名字叫安,几年前的一月份,我们在港务局汽车站邂逅。