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课文一：The Human Touch原文：John Blanchard stood up from the bench, straightened his Army uniform, and studied the crowd of people making their way through Grand Central Station翻译：约翰·布兰查德从长凳上站起身来，整了整军装，审视着穿过中央车站的人群。
原文：He looked for the girl whose heart he knew, but whose face he didn't, the girl with the rose翻译：他在寻找那个他明知其心却不知其貌的女孩，那个带着玫瑰的女孩。
原文：His interest in her had begun thirteen months before in a Florida library翻译：他对她的兴趣始于十三个月前在佛罗里达州的一家图书馆里。
原文：Taking a book off the shelf he found himself intrigued, not with the words of the book, but with the notes penciled in the margin 翻译：他从书架上取下一本书，发现自己感兴趣的不是书中的文字，而是写在页边空白处的铅笔字批注。
原文：The soft handwriting reflected a thoughtful soul and insightful mind翻译：那柔和的笔迹反映出一个深思熟虑、富有洞察力的灵魂。
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。
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。
8一匹马和两只山羊的故事在印度有一个叫基瑞坦的小村庄，在村口屹立着一座魁伟的守护神，它的样子像一匹奔腾的骏马，高扬着头，前蹄腾在空中，尾巴挥舞成圈。
就在这个特殊的日子里，一个老人正在附近一个仙人掌的阴凉下打着盹儿，照看着一对正在这贫瘠的土地上吃着草的山羊；不巧，老人被一个观光的人吵醒了，只见那人见到那尊雕塑，便走下旅行车，奔向那匹色泽亮丽的马。
“我的天啊！真是不可思议！”那个人惊叹道，一边绕着雕塑慢慢的走着。
只见他的脸被太阳晒的有些发红，身穿一件军黄色卡其布衬衫和短裤。
当觉察到老人的出现，他用英语礼貌的说了声：“你好！”而老人没能听明白他说的是什么意思，便用他唯一的交流方式——纯正的泰米尔语回应了一句，道：“我叫慕尼，这两只山羊是我的，而且是我唯一的东西！”“我来自纽约，请问你又听说过美国吗?”赤面人又接着说道。
老人恭敬地说：“如今什么事情都可能发生，坏人到处都是！”赤面人瞥了一眼山羊，顺手掏出了一支香烟，问道：“你抽烟吗？”“直到昨天我才听说这件事,”老人矜持的答道，看着那人的军黄色服装，心里觉得他正在被来自政府的警官质问关于邻近的一桩谋杀案。
“我相信你一定知道这尊马制作的时间了。
”美国游客一脸得意地说道。
面对这种随和的气氛，老人自我嘲解地笑了，推脱道：“别傻了，这位先生，我真的是什么都不知道，而且我们的村庄一向以来都有好的口碑，我想一定是其它村庄的人干的！”“请不要误会，”美国游客急切的说道。
“我三周前就到这里了，我一路欣赏你们美丽的乡村风光，到现在差不多已经游历了5000里路了。
”接着他又详细讲述了是什么吸引他来到这个乡村、他是如何喜欢这个乡村、在国内他都做些什么、他计划了几年的印度之旅以及他人生的梦想等等，只言片语他都讲述得特别认真，时不时地他还停下来优雅地笑一笑。
老人回敬一笑，但却一语不发，接着他便转身要走。
赤面人拽住他的肩，热情的说：“那尊雕塑是你的吗？你可以把它卖给我吗？”老人意识到他所指的是那匹马。
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。
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。
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。
新标准大学英语综合教程 3课文翻译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 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。
她不同意儿子与迈尔娃的婚事，婆媳关系紧张。
Unit 1Something for stevieI try not to be biased, but I had my doubts about hiring Stevie. His placement counselor assured me that he would be a good, reliable busboy. But I had never had a mentally handicapped employee and wasn’t sure I wanted one. I wasn’t sure how my customers would react. Stevie was short, a little dumpy, with the smooth facial features and thick-tongued speech of Down’s syndrome.I wasn’t worried about most of my trucker customers. Truckers don’t generally care who buses tables as long as the food is good and the pies are homemade. The ones who concerned me were the mouthy college kids traveling to school; the yuppie snobs who secretly polish their silverware with their napkins for fear of catching some dreaded “truck-stop germ;”and the pairs of white-shirted businessmen on expense accounts who think every truck-stop waitress wants to be flirted with. I knew those people would be uncomfortable around Stevie, so I closely watched him for the first few weeks.I shouldn’t have worried. After the first week, Stevie had my staff wrapped around his little finger. Within a month my trucker regulars had adopted him as their official truck-stop mascot. After that I really didn’t care what the rest of the customers thought.He was a 21-year-old in blue jeans and Nikes, eager to laugh and eager to please, but fierce in his attention to his duties. Every salt and pepper shaker was exactly in its place, not a bread crumb or coffee spill was visible when Stevie got done with the table.Our only problem was convincing him to wait to clean a table until after the customers were finished. He would hover in the background, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, scanning the dining room until a table was empty. Then he would hurry to the empty table and carefully bus the dishes and glasses onto the cart and meticulously wipe the table with a practiced flourish of his rag. If he thought a customer was watching, his brows would pucker with added concentration. He took pride in doing his job exactly right, and you had to love how hard he tried to please each and every person he met.Over time, we learned that he lived with his mother, a widow who was disabled after repeated surgeries for cancer. They lived on their Social Security benefits in public housing two miles from the truck-stop. Their social worker, who stopped to check on him every so often, admitted they had fallen between the cracks. Money was tight, and what I paid him was probably the difference between them being able to live together and Stevie being sent to a group home.That’s why the restaurant was a gloomy place that morning last August, the first morning in three years that Stevie missed work. He was at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester getting a new valve or something put in his heart. His social worker said that people with Down’s syndrome often have heart problems at an early age, so this wasn’t unexpected. There was a good chance he would come through the surgery in good shape and be back at work in a few months.A ripple of excitement ran through the staff later that morning when word came that he was out of surgery, in recovery and doing fine. Frannie, my head waitress, let out a war whoop and did a little dance in the aisle when she heard the good news. Belle Ringer, one of our regular trucker customers, stared at the sight of this 50-year-old grandmother of four doing a victory shimmy beside his table. Frannie blushed, smoothed her apron and shot Belle Ringer a witheringlook.9 He grinned. “OK, Frannie, what was that all about?”he asked.10 “We just got word that Stevie is out of surgery and going to be okay.”she responded.“I was wondering where he was,”said Belle. “I had a new joke to tell him. What was the surgery about?”12 Frannie quickly told him and the other two drivers sitting at his booth about Stevie’s surgery, then sighed. “Yeah, I’m glad he is going to be okay,”she said, “but I don’t know how he and his mom are going to handle all the bills. From what I hear, they’re barely getting byas it is.”Belle Ringer nodded thoughtfully, and Frannie hurried off to wait on the rest of her tables.After the morning rush, Frannie walked into my office. She had a couple of paper napkins in her hand and a funny look on her face. “What’s up?”I asked. “That table where Belle Ringer and his friends were sitting,”she said, “this was folded and tucked under a coffee cup.”She handed the napkin to me, and three $20 bills fell onto my desk when I opened it. On the outside, in big, bold letters, was printed “Something For Stevie.”“Pony Pete also asked me what that dance was all about,”she said, “so I told him about Stevie and his mom and everything, and Pete looked at Tony and Tony looked at Pete, and they ended up giving me this.”She handed me another paper napkin that had “Something For Stevie”scrawled on its outside. Two $50 bills were tucked within its folds. Frannie looked at me with wet, shiny eyes, shook her head and said simply, “Truckers.”15 That was three months ago. Today is Thanksgiving, the first day Stevie is supposed to be back to work. His placement worker said he’s been counting the days until the doctor said he could work, and it didn’t matter at all that it was a holiday. He called 10 times in the past week, making sure we knew he was coming, fearful that we had forgotten him or that his job was in jeopardy. I arranged to have his mother bring him to work. We met them in the parking lot and invited them both to celebrate his day back.Stevie was thinner and paler, but couldn’t stop grinning as he pushed through the doors and headed for the back room where his apron and busing cart were waiting. “Hold up there, Stevie, not so fast,”I said. I took him and his mother by their arms. “Work can wait for a minute. To celebrate you coming back, breakfast for you two is on me.”I led them toward a large corner booth at the rear of the room. I could feel and hear the rest of the staff following behind as we marched through the dining room. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw booth after booth of grinning truckers empty and join the procession.We stopped in front of the big table, its surface covered with a mess of coffee cups, saucers and dinner plates, all sitting crooked on dozens of folded paper napkins. “First thing you have to do, Stevie, is to clean up this mess,”I said, trying to sound stern. Stevie looked at me, and then at his mother, then pulled out one of the napkins. It had “Something for Stevie”written on the outside. As he picked it up, two $10 bills fell onto the table. Stevie stared at the money, then at dozens of napkins peeking from beneath the tableware, each with his name printed or scrawled on it.I turned to his mother. “There’s over $10,000 in cash and checks on that table, all from truckers and trucking companies that heard about your problems. Happy Thanksgiving!”Well, it got real noisy about that time, with everybody shouting, and there were a few tears, too. But you know what’s funny? While everybody else was busy shaking hands and hugging each other,Stevie, with a big, big smile on his face, was busy clearing all the cups and dishes from the table —the best worker I ever hired.送给史蒂维的一点心意1 我力求不存偏见，不过在雇用史蒂维时我有理由心存疑虑。
