新标准大学英语综合教程3课文翻译(完整版)

BOOK3 UNIT 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。

过了会儿我回答说：“我想旅行，我想当个作家。

”我想这不是他所期待的答案。

全新版大学英语综合教程3课文原文及翻译完整版Many Americans have a romanticized view of life in the countryside。

They dream of starting their own farms and living off the land。

However。

few actually follow through with these dreams。

This may be for the best。

as XXX。

XXX difficulties。

XXX to change his way of life.When XXX owning a farm。

XXX't be easy。

He had to learn how to manage all aspects of the farm。

XXX。

he had to balance his farm work with his writing career。

However。

he was determined to make it work and was willing to put in the hard work and long hours required.Despite the challenges。

XXX in his new way of life。

He enjoys being able to work outside and connect with nature。

He also appreciates the sense of independence and self-sufficiency that comes with running a farm。

While it can be difficult at times。

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while farming may not be the XXX。

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 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。

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，以后再也不会再有这样的学习机会了，所以下定决心不在虚度光阴。

当然，下一年四五月份的期末考试最为重要。

我们都不想靠全班倒数第一，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，好像那些都是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找份什么样的工作。

并不总是那些心坏抱负，成绩拔尖的那些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签好了合约。

我们当中野心最大的一位同学准备到地方上当一位政治活动价家，我们都已经预料到他最终会当上参议员或国会议员。

当大多数同学不是准备深造，就是想在银行、地方政府或其他单位当个白领，希望在二十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，指望升职，过安稳日子。

感恩节的时候我会了一趟家，兄弟姐妹们免不了不停的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，所以支队他们说了别人准备干什么。

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，他给我们两各倒了两杯饮料。

“怎么样?"他问。

“啊，什么怎么样？”“你毕业到底想做什么？”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。

过了会儿我回答说：“我想旅行，我想当个作家。

”我想这不是他期待的答案，旅行？去哪儿旅行？当作家？写什么呀？我做好了遭他反对的心理准备。

新标准大学英语综合教程3课文翻译新标准大学英语综合教程3课后翻译答案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 inApril 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.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。

Unit 1 Catching 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 us a drink.5 "So?" he said.6 "Er … so what?"7 "So what do you really want to do?" he asked.8 My father was a lawyer, and I had always assumed he wanted me to go to law school, and follow his path through life. So I hesitated.9 Then I replied, “I want to travel, and I w ant to be a writer.”10 This was not the answer I thought he would expect. Travel? Where? A writer? About what? I braced myself for some resistance to the idea.11 There was a long silence.12 "Interesting idea," he said finally.13 There was another long silence.14 "I kind of wish I'd done that when I was your age."15 I waited.16 "You have plenty of time. You don't need to go into a career which pays well just at the moment. You need to find out what you really enjoy now, because if you don't, you won't besuccessful later."17 "So how do I do this?“18 He thought for a moment. Then he said, "Look, it's late. Let's take the boat out tomorrow morning, just you and me. Maybe we can catch some crabs for dinner, and we can talk more."19 It was a small motor boat, moored ten minutes away, and my father had owned it for years. Early next morning we set off along the estuary. We didn't talk much, but enjoyed the sound of the seagulls and the sight of the estuary coastline and the sea beyond.20 There was no surf on the coastal waters at that time of day, so it was a smooth half-hour ride until my father switched off the motor. "Let's see if we get lucky," he said, picked up a rusty, mesh basket with a rope attached and threw it into the sea.21 We waited a while, then my father stood up and said, "Give me a hand with this," and we hauled up the crab cage onto the deck.22 Crabs fascinated me. They were so easy to catch. It wasn't just that they crawled into such an obvious trap, through a small hole in the lid of the basket, but it seemed as if they couldn't be bothered to crawl out again even when you took the lid off. They just sat there, waving their claws at you.23 The cage was brimming with dozens of soft shell crabs, piled high on top of each other. "Why don't they try to escape?" I wondered aloud to my father.24 "Just watch them for a moment. Look at that one, there! He's trying to climb out, but every time the other crabs pull him back in," said my father.25 And we watched. The crab climbed up the mesh towards the lid, and sure enough, just as it reached the top, one of its fellow crabs reached out, clamped its claw onto any available leg, and pulled it back. Several times the crab tried to defy his fellow captives, without luck.26 "Now watch!" said my father. "He's starting to get bored with this game."27 Not only did the crab give up its lengthy struggle to escape, but it actually began to help stop other crabs trying to escape. He'd finally chosen an easy way of life.28 Suddenly I understood why my father had suggested catching crabs that morning. He looked at me. "Don't get pulled back by the others," he said. "Spend some time figuring out who you are and what you want in life. Look back at the classes you're taking, and think about which ones were most productive for you personally. Then think about what's really important to you, what really interests you, what skills you have. Try to figure out where you want to live, where you want to go, what you want to earn, how you want to work. And if you can't answer these questions now, then take some time to find out. Because if you don't, you'll never be happy."29 He paused.30 "So you want to travel?" he asked.31 "Yes," I replied.32 "Better get you a passport. And you want to be a writer?"33 "I think so."34 "Interesting choice. We've never had a writer in the family," he said.35 My father started the motor and we set off back home.抓螃蟹1 大学最后一年的秋天，我们的心情变了。

unit 1 Mr. Doherty Builds His Dream LifeIn America many people have a romantic idea of life in the countryside. Many living in towns dream of starting up their own farm, of living off the land. Few get round to putting their dreams into practice. This is perhaps just as well, as the life of a farmer is far from easy, as Jim Doherty discovered when he set out to combine being a writer with running a farm. Nevertheless, as he explains, he has no regrets and remains enthusiastic about his decision to change his way of life.在美国，不少人对乡村生活怀有浪漫的情感。

许多居住在城镇的人梦想着自己办个农场，梦想着靠土地为生。

很少有人真去把梦想变为现实。

或许这也没有什么不好，因为，正如吉姆·多尔蒂当初开始其写作和农场经营双重生涯时所体验到的那样，农耕生活远非轻松自在。

但他写道，自己并不后悔，对自己作出的改变生活方式的决定仍热情不减。

Mr. Doherty Builds His Dream LifeJim Doherty1 There are two things I have always wanted to do -- write and live on a farm. Today I'm doing both. I am not in E. B. White's class as a writer or in my neighbors' league as a farmer, but I'm getting by. And after years of frustration with city and suburban living, my wife Sandy and I have finally found contentment here in the country.多尔蒂先生创建自己的理想生活吉姆·多尔蒂有两件事是我一直想做的――写作与务农。

unit 1 Mr. Doherty Builds His Dream LifeIn America many people have a romantic idea of life in the countryside. Many living in towns dream of starting up their own farm, of living off the land. Few get round to putting their dreams into practice. This is perhaps just as well, as the life of a farmer is far from easy, as Jim Doherty discovered when he set out to combine being a writer with running a farm. Nevertheless, as he explains, he has no regrets and remains enthusiastic about his decision to change his way of life.在美国，不少人对乡村生活怀有浪漫的情感。

许多居住在城镇的人梦想着自己办个农场，梦想着靠土地为生。

很少有人真去把梦想变为现实。

或许这也没有什么不好，因为，正如吉姆·多尔蒂当初开始其写作和农场经营双重生涯时所体验到的那样，农耕生活远非轻松自在。

但他写道，自己并不后悔，对自己作出的改变生活方式的决定仍热情不减。

Mr. Doherty Builds His Dream LifeJim Doherty1 There are two things I have always wanted to do -- write and live on a farm. Today I'm doing both. I am not in E. B. White's class as a writer or in my neighbors' league as a farmer, but I'm getting by. And after years of frustration with city and suburban living, my wife Sandy and I have finally found contentment here in the country.多尔蒂先生创建自己的理想生活吉姆·多尔蒂有两件事是我一直想做的――写作与务农。

unit 1 Mr. Doherty Builds His Dream LifeIn America many people have a romantic idea of life in the countryside. Many living in towns dream of starting up their own farm, of living off the land. Few get round to putting their dreams into practice. This is perhaps just as well, as the life of a farmer is far from easy, as Jim Doherty discovered when he set out to combine being a writer with running a farm. Nevertheless, as he explains, he has no regrets and remains enthusiastic about his decision to change his way of life.在美国，不少人对乡村生活怀有浪漫的情感。

许多居住在城镇的人梦想着自己办个农场，梦想着靠土地为生。

很少有人真去把梦想变为现实。

或许这也没有什么不好，因为，正如吉姆·多尔蒂当初开始其写作和农场经营双重生涯时所体验到的那样，农耕生活远非轻松自在。

但他写道，自己并不后悔，对自己作出的改变生活方式的决定仍热情不减。

Mr. Doherty Builds His Dream LifeJim Doherty1 There are two things I have always wanted to do -- write and live on a farm. Today I'm doing both. I am not in E. B. White's class as a writer or in my neighbors' league as a farmer, but I'm getting by. And after years of frustration with city and suburban living, my wife Sandy and I have finally found contentment here in the country.有两件事是我一直想做的――写作与务农。

U1 1 Catching crabsIn the fall of our final year the relaxed atmosphere disappeared, and the pressure to work was strong. Meanwhile, we must consider what we would do after graduation. As for me, I wanted to travel and be a writer but my father wanted me to go to law school. He supported me but he called me to catch the crabs. By watching crabs my father told me to know himself better.在我们最后一年的秋天，轻松的气氛消失了，工作的压力很大.。

同时，我们必须考虑毕业后要做什么.。

至于我，我想旅行，成为一名作家，但我的父亲想让我去法学院。

他支持我，但他叫我去抓螃蟹。

通过看螃蟹我父亲告诉我要更好地了解自己。

U1 2 We are all dyingLife is short and we don't know whether we will be in coffin dwellers or become ash. So we shouldn't putt our dreams on the back burner. We should make the best of our short life and enrich our life. Therefore, when the reaper arrives, we’ve achieved so much that we wouldn't regret.生命是短暂的，我们不知道我们是否会在棺材或成为灰烬。

全新版大学英语综合教程3课文原文及翻译Unit 1 Friendship and Social MediaText A Cyberbullying: The Problem and SolutionsCyberbullying is the use of electronic communication to bully a person, typically by sending messages of an intimidating or threatening nature. With the rapid development of technology, cyberbullying has become a prevalent issue in today's society. It poses serious consequences for the victims and calls for immediate attention and effective solutions.In many cases, victims of cyberbullying experience emotional distress, depression, and low self-esteem. They may also face difficulties in maintaining healthy relationships, both on and offline. The constant harassment and humiliation can have severe psychological effects on the victims. Moreover, cyberbullying can even lead to tragic outcomes such as self-harm or suicide. It is evident that cyberbullying is a serious problem that needs to be addressed urgently.One of the main challenges in combating cyberbullying is the anonymity provided by the internet. Bullies can hide behind fake identities, making it difficult to identify and hold them accountable for their actions. This anonymity encourages the perpetrators to engage in bullying behavior without fear of consequences. Alongside this, the widespread use of social media platforms and instant messaging apps has made it easier for cyberbullying to occur. Messages can be spread quickly and reach a large number of people within seconds, leaving the victims feeling helpless.To tackle this issue, various measures can be adopted. Firstly, schools and educational institutions should implement comprehensive anti-cyberbullying policies. Students need to be educated about the harmful effects of cyberbullying and its consequences. They should also be taught how to respond to cyberbullying incidents and seek help from trusted adults. Creating a safe and supportive environment is vital in preventing cyberbullying.Secondly, parents and guardians play a crucial role in addressing cyberbullying. They should actively monitor their children's online activities and encourage open communication. Teaching children about responsible online behavior and the importance of empathy towards others can help prevent them from becoming bullies or victims themselves.Furthermore, social media platforms and internet service providers should take responsibility for preventing and responding to cyberbullying. Implementing stricter regulations and policies can help in detecting and addressing cyberbullying incidents promptly. Improved reporting mechanisms and efficient removal of offensive content are essential in safeguarding users' well-being online.In conclusion, cyberbullying is a serious problem that has emerged with the advancement of technology. It has detrimental effects on the victims and requires immediate action. Combating cyberbullying requires a collective effort from schools, parents, and online platforms. Only through comprehensive education, active monitoring, and stricter regulations can we create a safer online environment for everyone.文本 A 网络欺凌：问题和解决方案网络欺凌是指利用电子通信对一个人进行恐吓或威胁的行为。

乔安妮餐厅的晚餐雪下得很大，虽然每个真正的纽约人都盼着过一个白色的圣诞，可还在第五大道购物的人们却行色匆匆，他们不但要在最后一刻前挑选到心仪的圣诞礼物，还要避开严寒，回家和亲人们共度圣诞夜。

乔希•莱斯特拐进了第四十六街。

他还没来得及享受圣诞的气氛，因为他仍在工作着，虽说是要在乔安妮餐厅吃一顿工作餐。

乔希是黑人，三十出头，长得平易近人，穿着时髦得体，却不华贵。

他来自弗吉尼亚州北部，父母都是辛勤工作的人，或许只有回到父母家里才最让他感到幸福。

单从他的行为举止，别人看不出他拥有一个哈佛法学院的学位，一段在华盛顿特区跟从国会议员实习的经历，还有纽约一家律师事务所初级合伙人的身份。

他才华横溢，思维敏捷，聪明过人。

这次会面意味着乔希要过了圣诞夜才能回家了。

他并没有因此而不高兴，因为他要见的人是康涅狄格州的资深参议员乔•罗杰斯，此人是全美曝光率最高的名人之一。

参议员罗杰斯是民主党人，现在是她的第三个任期，对于国会山的一切她了如指掌，尽管如此，她还是尽力维持住了在她的支持者心中作为一位华盛顿局外人的信誉。

她支持堕胎，反对腐败，支持减少二氧化碳排量，反对死刑，可以说是大西洋的这一边能找到的最完美的进步自由派人士。

脱口秀主持人们称呼她“诚实的参议员乔”，几年前《时代周刊》提名她参加年度女性的角逐。

明年就是选举年了，有消息称她将参加民主党内总统提名的竞选。

罗杰斯在华盛顿见过乔希，她觉得乔希很有才干，于是就邀他共进晚餐。

乔希打了个冷战，他打开手里的纸条核对了一下地址。

之前他没来过乔安妮餐厅，但对于它的鼎鼎大名却早有耳闻，倒不是因为这里的饭菜有多美味，其实这里的菜品屡遭恶评，也不是因为这里的爵士管弦乐队有一位知名电影导演客串吹小号，而是因为这里汇集了有头有脸的宾客，可以说是星光璀璨，他们中有政客、外交家、电影明星、载入名人堂的体育明星、记者、作家、摇滚明星、诺贝尔奖得主等等——总之，这里的每一位客人都是这座权力之城里的一个人物。