新世纪研究生英语综合教程(第五版)课后翻译

U11.Perhaps it would go away, deprived of her attention.Mother meant to deliberately overlook whatever she did not like and could not change.2.School let out in June to the end of July.From June to the end of July school closed for the summer vacation.3.I spent the afternoon squinting up at monuments to freedom and pastpresidencies and democracy.Literarily, the writer was unable to open wide her eyes due to the dazzling summer sunlight. Figuratively, the freedom, equality and democracy all American citizens were allegedly entitled to were simply distorted images in the author's eye.4.Mother bright and father brown, the three of us girls step-standardsin-between.Mother was bright and father brown, and the three of us girls represented gradations from bright to brown.5.Indoors, the soda fountain was dim and fan-cooled, deliciously relieving tomy scorched eyes.Inside the Breyer's, the soda fountain was so dim and the air so cool that the pain of my eyes was wonderfully lessened.6.No one would answer my emphatic questions with anything other than aguilty silence.My forceful question got no response from my family; they remained silent as if they had done something wrong and shameful walking into Breyer's.7.My fury was not going to be acknowledged by a like fury.My anger was not going to be noticed or sympathized with by my family members who were similarly angry, though.U21.Instead of ... sneaking out to the empty lot to hunt ghosts and animal bones,my brother and I had to go to Chinese school.My brother and I were unable to walk out quietly and secretly, like other children, to the open field to play kid’s games , for we were forced to go to Chinese school.2.No amount of kicking, screaming or pleading could dissuade my mother.Our kicking, screaming and pleading could not in the least make our mother change her mind about sending us to Chinese school.3.Forcibly she walked us the seven long, hilly blocks from our home to school,depositing our defiant tearful faces before the stern principal.She dragged us by force all the way from our home to school, a long hilly distance of 7 blocks, finally leaving us, hostile and tearful, in front of the severe headmaster.4.In Chinatown, the comings and goings of hundreds of Chinese on theirdaily tasks sounded chaotic and frenzied.In Chinatown, large crowds of Chinese were coming and going with their routine responsibilities in a disorderly, overexcited way.5.He was especially hard on my mother.He was fastidiously particular about my mother’s English.6.I finally was granted a cultural divorce.Ultimately I was permitted to stop learning Chinese culture.7.At last, I was one of you; I wasn't one of them. Sadly, I still am.Finally I assumed that I was one of the Americans and that I was not one of the Chinese. Unfortunately, I am, as a matter of fact, still Chinese.U51.I was just a girl with little direction, more drawn to words and made-upstories than to formulas and lab experiments.I was a young girl without a clear idea of what to do in the future; but I waskeener on literature than on natural science.2.I think I admired that photo so much, not because of Marie Curie and whatshe stood for but because she seemed so exotic.I think the reason why I enjoyed looking at the photo was not becauseMaria Curie herself was in the photo, nor because she represented a great woman, but because her image appealed to me.3.Marie Curie's own daughters grew into accomplished women in their ownright.Marie Curie’s own daughters distinguished themselves in their respective field due to their own efforts and competence.4.She wound up falling in love with Casimir Zorawski.Finally she fell in love with Casimir Zorawski.5.She was beneath his station, poor, a common nursemaid.She, a poor, common nursemaid, was much lower in social status than her young master.6.The reality was a lot grittier—and a lot less romantic.The reality was much harder, not as romantic as shown in the 1943 film Madame Curie.7.They were the toast of the European Scientific community, feted lavishlyand visited at home in Paris by acolytes to pay homage.They were highly respected in the European scientific community, entertained exuberantly and visited by acolytes to show their reverence to the Curies at home in Paris.8.The metamorphosis was less simple, more serious. A cape of solitudeand secrecy fell upon her shoulders forever.The changes in Marie Curie brought about by the loss of her husband were much more profound than the simple change from a happy young wife to an inconsolable widow. The shadow of loneliness and introversion hung over her for the rest of her life.9.The Marie Curie that I discovered was no icon but a flesh-and-bloodwoman.The Marie Curie I discovered was not an image of a holy saint, but a woman existing in real life.U71.The 1980 election, especially for the Senate and House of Representatives,signaled a decided turn to the right insofar as political and social attitudes were concerned.The 1980 election, especially for the Senate and House of Representatives, indicated a definite change to the right in terms of political and social attitudes.2.Some kind of social welfare assistance must be doled out to those whocannot find jobs.Social welfare assistance must be offered to the jobless.3.I am appalled that the condition has been allowed to develop.I am shocked to find that the problem is getting more and more serious.4.This dreadful society sickness has now overtaken the United States.America has now been seized by this terrible social problem.5.For a major nation to show itself impotent to house its young people isadmitting a failure that must be corrected.American must correct the problem that, a superpower as it is in the world, it is incapable of providing houses for its young people.1.You take the chance on the weather if you holiday in the UK..2.We will be entering a period of less danger insofar as the danger of anuclear war between the superpowers is reduced.3.Facing such high mortality, the government is determined to put thebrakes on unlicensed coal mining.4.The road clings to the coastline for several miles, and then it turns inland.5.It seems that nothing can dampen his perpetual enthusiasm for reform.6.As the children grew up with the warmth of social care, memories of thebitterness of their orphanhood faded away.7.It is astonishingly hard for the aged to break out of old restraints in ordernot to appear conservative.8.It is reported that what the rich at home have contributed to charity ispitifully insignificant, compared with the donations made by the overseas Chinese.U81.Did you get too bogged down in the details trying to come up with the"exactly right" answer?Did you get so tied up in these complex math figures that you were unable to give the “exactly right” answer?2.Did you zero in on the two most important problems…then hazard aguesstimate?Did you focus all your attention on the two most important problems, and then make an estimation which may not be exactly right?3.Your mistakes will frequently balance out.Your mistakes will often average out, i.e. the extremely high estimations and the extremely low estimations which you make will eventually become equal in amount, value, or effect.4.The black, being warmed most by the sun, was sunk so low as to be belowthe stroke of the sun's rays.The black cloth absorbed the heat of the sun most. So, it sank so deep below that the sunrays could not reach it.1.Don't let yourself get bogged down in endless exam preparation.2.I carefully positioned the flower near the window so that it could get plentyof sunlight.3.No one would hazard a guesstimate of when the dispute would come toan end.4.It seems a lot to spend this month, but we will get in a lot more next month,so it'll balance out over the period.5.He is amazingly incomparably inventive and resourceful, and plays a majorrole in my career.6.After the orchestra had tuned up the conductor walked up onto the stage.7.Modern military aircraft use computers to zero in on their targets.8.She's come up with a brilliant idea to persuade her boss to double herincome.U121.Yet most of these five, like most of the college cheaters, would probablyprofess a strong social consciousness.Similar to most college cheaters, the five interviewees would be likely to claim to possess a strong social awareness.2.These two examples exhibit a paradox of our age.These two examples illustrate the seemingly self-contradicting situation, i.e.while social morality is growing, private morality is declining.3.Beneficent and benevolent social institutions are administered by men whoall too frequently turn out to be accepting "gifts."Those who run social charity institutions are often found to be bribe takers.4.Morality means mores or manners and usual conduct is the only standard.Morality means the acceptance of customs and moral values of society or adherence to proper behaviour, and the established way of conduct is the sole criterion of judgment.5.Nothing is more important than this personal, interior sense of right andwrong and his determination to follow that rather than to be guided by what everybody does or merely the criterion of 'social usefulness'.The most important thing in a person's life is his own conscience and his decision to adhere to it instead of being driven by so-called social practice or acceptance.6.They have a wrong notion of what the real, the ultimate, security is.They have a wrong idea of, and don't actually understand, what the real, the ultimate security means.1.There's no need to put on that injured expression -- you're in the wrong.2.I've always believed that pleasure and self-contentedness count more thanmoney and fame.3.Being under pressure can easily lead people to make the wrong decisions.4.The elite seem content to socialize with the small circle of their own.5.Stress should be laid upon the training of students' communicativecompetence in their English studies.6.In the end, she acknowledged that she had been at fault.7.Opposition parties protested that it was a rigged election manipulated bythe ruling party.8.Many of his predictions made decades ago have turned out to be true now.U131.For the Greeks, beauty was a virtue: a kind of excellence. Persons then wereassumed to be what we now have to call-lamely, enviously-whole persons.Greek thought beauty was a fine virtue, a type of perfection. People at that time were expected to be beings of integrity, whom we now call whole persons,a term used somewhat awkwardly but not without envy.2.They may have resisted Socrates' lessons. We do not. Several thousand yearslater, we are more wary of the enchantments of beauty.The Greeks may have refused to accept Socrates’ lesson. But we do not.Thousands of years later, we are now more cautious about the charm and attraction of beauty.3.For close to two centuries it has become a convention to attribute beauty toonly one of the two sexes: the sex which, however Fair, is always Second.For nearly 200 years, beauty has been customarily related to only one of the two sexes, the female, which is always the secondary sex no matter how fair it seems to be.4.In every modern country that is Christian or post-Christian, women are thebeautiful sex---to the detriment of the notion of beauty as well as of women.In every modern country, women are always regarded as the beautiful sex, which corrupts not only the notion of beauty but also the sex itself.5.It does not take someone in the throes of advanced feminist awareness toperceive that the way women are taught to be involved with beauty encourages narcissism, reinforces dependence and immaturity.One does not have to be struggling with unconventional feminist views, even so advanced as to be unacceptable, to realize that what women have been taught about beauty encourages their admiration of their own looks, their dependence on men, and their intellectual immaturity.6.Given these stereotypes, it is no wonder that beauty enjoys, at best, a rathermixed reputation.With such widely-accepted social biases, it is not surprising that the word beauty has, in the most favorable case, both a positive and a negative connotation.7.Even if some pass muster, some will always be found wanting.Even if some parts of the body are accepted as satisfactory, some others are still below par.8.Women get some critical distance from the excellence and privilege which isbeauty, enough distance to see how much beauty itself has been abridged in order to prop up the mythology of the "feminine."Women should keep a sufficiently long distance away from beauty, which is their excellence and privilege, to find out to what extent the notion of beauty has been reduced in essence to support the make-up story of the women. 1.要是被剥夺了充分的睡眠时间，没有人能不出毛病No one can function properly if they are deprived of adequate sleep.2.不满自己所受的待遇，他愤然离开了球队Dissatisfied with the treatment he had received, he split off from the team. 3.女权主义者强烈地批评这个电视节目含有性别歧视Feminists have strongly criticized the TV broadcast for carrying sexist overtones.4.她上大学时沉溺于玩电脑游戏，影响了学业She indulged in computer games at college, to the detriment of her studies.5.那时，这个国家正处在二战后经济最萧条时期The country was then in the throes of the worst economic recession after the Second World War.6.我们的计算似乎出了点问题Something seems to have gone adrift in our calculation.7.如果不太熟悉我不太轻易告诉别人我的住址I’m a bit wary of giving people my address when I don’t know them very well.8.他靠着枕头笔直地坐在病床上He was sitting upright in his hospital bed, propped up by pillows.。

Unit 5How to Raise a Polite Kid in This Rude World?Text and language pointsMention ill-mannered children and most people roll their eyes at the memory of a little hellion and his boorish parents. I still get angry about an incident that happened last summer.Mention ill-mannered children and most people roll their eyes at the memory of a little hellion and his boorish parents.When talking about children of bad manners, most people will show their annoyance by moving their eyes around in a circle and recall a trouble-making boy and his rude parents. roll one's eyes: move one’s eyes round and upwards, especially in order to show that one is annoyede.g. —— Marta rolled her eyes as Will started to tell another stupid joke.—— When he suggested they should buy a new car, she rolled her eyes in disbelief. hellion n. disorderly or troublesome person惹事生非的人；捣蛋鬼boorish a. resembling or characteristic of a boor; rude and clumsy in behavior; vulgar 粗野的e.g. —— I found him rather boorish and aggressive.——I‟m sick of your drunken, boorish behavior.一提到无礼的孩子, 大多数人都会因回想起惹是生非的小孩以及其粗鄙的父母而皱起眉头。

新世纪⼤学英语系列教程综合教程5-Unit-2课后答案新世纪⼤学英语系列教程综合教程5-Unit-2课后答案Unit 2Working with Words and Expressions:1.Listed in the box below are some of the words you have learned inthe text. Complete the following sentences with them. Change the form where necessary.1)ill-fitting2)stain3)devoured4)rotting5)cracked6)chronic7)dripping8)sore9)enslaved10)corrective2.Listed in the box below are some expressions that you havelearned in the text. Complete the sentences with each of them.Change the form where necessary.1)Wears away / eats away2)come off3)help out4)eats away5)going-up6)at best7)off and onIncreasing Y our Word Power:1.Word Clusters: make your own sentences using the word clusterin italicized type in your text book2.Words or phrases with Multiple MeaningsDevour1)devour:2)devour: v. read something quickly and eagerly3)devour: v. destroy someone or something4)devour: v. use up all of something5)devour: v. be filled with a strong feeling that seems to controlsomeoneCome off1)come off: become unfastened or disconnected (from)2)come off: fall off (something)3)come off: take place, happen4)come off: succeed, have the intended effect5)come off: stop taking (a drug) that one has been taking regularlyCloze:1)smell2)marriage3)chronic4)smelly5)unemployment6)mattress7)cornbread8)malnutrition9)cracked10)luxuries11)insects12)diapers13)future14)alcohol15)barsTranslation:What is poverty? Read the story of a single mother of three, and you’ll understand what it means.She was married once, but later her husband lost his job and life became increasingly difficult. After giving birth to the last baby, her marriage came to an end.In order to save her children from suffering, she summoned up her courage and went to ask for help.She got seventy-eight dollars a month for the four of them. After the rent, most of the rest went for food.There was no money left to get the refrigerator fixed and the milk went sour; no money for hot water, and even in winter she had to do washing in icy cold water. She had chronic anemia caused from poor diet, a bad case of worms, and needed a corrective operation, but there was no money for iron pills, or better food, or worm medicine, to say nothing of having an operation. She had no money for grannies; no money for paper handkerchiefs and her children were seen with runny noses all the time. She tried her best to use only the minimum electricity. She stayed up all night on cold nights, because she had to watch the fire, for fear that one spark on the newspaper covering the walls would cause a fire and the sleeping children would die in flames.She saw no bright future. Sooner or later, the boys would end up behind the bars of their prison or turn to the freedom of alcohol or drugs and find themselves enslaved. And what awaited the daughter was, at best, a life like that of the mother.Indeed, poverty is an acid that drips on pride until all pride is worn away. Poverty is a chisel that chips on honor until honor is worn away.Writing:Sample Essay:My Reflections After Reading “What Is Poverty?”In defining poverty, Jo Goodwin Parker creates a vivid picture of the miserable life poverty-stricken people live. I was very much touched by her harsh, direct and angry tone. Her definition of poverty has set me thinking a lot.First of all, what Parker says about poverty in the United States reminds me of what my Grandfather once said about his miserable life in China in the 1940’s. Indeed, poor people everywhere suffer in more or less the same way. I do have great sympathy with them and sincerely hope that the world will say goodbye to poverty soon.Secondly, I have come see more clearly that we must cherish what we have today. Indeed, the decent and comfortable life we young people enjoy today comes from the hard work of many generations. However, we tend to take today’s happy life for granted, and sometimes we even complain about the slightest discomfort in life. This is a harmful attitude because it makes us forget the past. We should remember that what we have now was never even dreamed of by the older generation. Content makes poor men rich; discontentment makes rich men poor.Lastly, we should have right attitude towards poverty. In the faceof poverty, it’s no use complaining or just making emotional appeals for help. Instead, we must rely on our courage, talent, and persistence and get rid of poverty with our own effort. Diligence and hard work is the only way out. We may be poor materially but we should not make ourselves poor spiritually.。

Text 1 Teaching in Your Pajamas：Lessons of Online Class穿着睡衣讲课：网络课程经验谈1 对我来说，在大学讲课有一点让我很喜欢，就是精心打扮然后呈上一场精彩的表演。

我会换一身得体的套装、化好妆、配上相应的饰品，甚至把上课用的提示卡都会重新修订一番。

2 不过，一个星期五的晚上，我就坐在这里给二十五个学生讲课，还穿着淡紫色睡衣。

没错，我在网上授课。

3 去年，校方要求我上一个本科班的环境学网络课—这门课我在暑假学校已经教了好几年了。

我质疑这种教学方式的有效性。

我怎么会知道提交作业的学生就是注册的哪位呢？但话又说回来，我又真的知道在传统班上坐着的学生就一定是注册了的吗？4 网络教学也要求我重新思考讲授课程内容的方式。

十七年了，我一直是站在学生面前讲授化学和环境科学的。

学对我的评价一直都极其肯定，通常会提到我的热情，幽默感及用通俗易懂的语言讲授课程的能力。

我面临的挑战是要通过计算机也能做到的一切。

5 我还在考虑哲学与教学方面的问题呢，女儿则选了两门网络课程。

结果，这反倒成了我最好的学习经历。

6 她一向是个非常腼腆的学生，从来不在课堂上发言。

但在这些网络课程中，她全心投入讨论，发表意见，总的说来比以往任何时候都更能放开参与。

7我也选了一门为我们学校的网络教师开设的短训课程，得知很多同事也很腼腆，通过计算机教学他们感受更得心应手。

8 因为要在暑假学校讲授环境科学课，趁这机会为秋季的网络课程备课看来再合适不过了。

我的计划是这样的：在上传统课的那天，早上备课，修整草坪，然后晚上去教课。

9我一直没去成草坪。

每一堂课都需要花八个小时左右的时间打字解释，好让在线学生能看明白，我也让教室里的学生能看到这些课件，他们很高兴提些意见。

10 网络班开课了，学生都能很好地遵守指令。

他们写传记，综述与环境问题相关的新闻报道。

他们回到有关自己对于环境方面所作贡献的问题，有时还坦白交代一些令人吃惊的个人习惯。

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。

综合教程第五册课文翻译Unit1 The Fourth of July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。

Unit7Working with Words and Expressions 1.1) craned;2) striking;3) grand;4) dense;5) assume;6) roar;7) clutch;8) shattering;9) fluttering;10) brisk2.1) struggling with2) pay your respects3) has come up with4) lining up5) backed up6) has in mind7) in line8) fill up9) it never occurred to10) took effect Cloze1)t housands2)f inancial3)r espects4)l ost5)n othing6)a djusted7)v isible8)a round9)c ome10)images11)devastation12)imagined13)motivated14)grief15)emptinessTranslation:Talking about the disaster at the World Trade Centre, people usually have in mind images from television and newspaper pictures: the collapsing buildings, the running office workers, and the black plume of smoke against a bright blue sky. However, when one goes around what used to be the World Trade Centre, there is nothing to see, except the wide emptiness. Then, when the eyes have adjusted to what they are looking at, one begins to notice what is around.Suddenly there are the firefighters, the waiting ambulance on the other side of the pit, the police on every corner. Suddenly there is the enormous cross made of two rusted girders. Suddenly there is the little cemetery attached to a nearby chapel. The fence is a welter of wreaths, poems and photographs, and American flags everywhere.So, what is not there becomes visible and absence begins to assume a material form. So, emptiness becomes meaningful and expressive. What seems to be nothing actually says everything.Writing:Sample essay:Our LibraryOur library is a two-storey reddish building, resembling very much a traditional Chinese palace. Situated by the side of a huge lake in the north, the library faces south with a spacious square in front of it, in the center of which stands a facsimile of August Rodin’s sculpture The Thinker. To its east and west are well-trimmed gardens full of various kinds of plants and flowers with wooden benches amidst them. One would naturally associate the site with the Summer Palace in Beijing. In fact, among us students wedo call the area “the Little Summer Palace”.The library provides a good environment for teaching and research. It has a stock of over 2.5 million volumes, ranking among the top ones of all the universities in our province. In addition, there is a collection of more than 20, 000 eBooks in different languages, covering arts, business and management, economics, education, history, literature, healthcare, philosophy, psychology, religion, and other subjects. They are all stored on the ground floor. On the second floor, the library offers a wide range of journals, newspapers and periodicals, neatly catalogued in 15 reading-rooms. It is here that we students do reading after class. Frequently you see students knitting eyebrows or blinking eyelids over a difficult problem on hand. Frequently you see boys and girls whispering in each other’s ears whilemaking gestures with their hands that can only be understood between them. And frequently you see girls on a diet nibbling at some refreshment for lunch. Whatever they may be doing, it is always a vast quietude. It is in the depth of quietude that we drink in knowledge and enrich our minds.What impresses me most is how the library presents itself at night when all the lights around it are on and our “Little Summer Palace” is colorf ully mirrored by the lake. Yes, I do like our library so much. It is a shrine of knowledge and the harbor of my soul.。

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 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, 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 two double 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.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. M y 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 wasa shade lighter in color than back home.12. Late that Washington afternoon my family and I walked back down PennsylvaniaAvenue. 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 and a 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 thewaitress 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 all?18. My parents wouldn't speak of this injustice, not because they had contributedto 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. Even my 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 D.C., 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。

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. 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 D.C., we had one large room with two double 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.8. I was squinting because I was in that silent agony that characterized all of my childhoodsummers, 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 and a 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 all?18. 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. Even my 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 D.C., 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。

Unit 1 Suggested Translation自由落体司各特·成克利[1] 直到动身的那一天, 我才感到告别和真正离家对我所产生的影响，这使我比闹钟预定的时间提前一小时醒来。

那时,我那金色的爱犬米西最后一次用力地舔了我一下表示问候,以前她那么做时, 我厌烦得要命,不过那天,我张开双臂把她搂在怀里,深情地慢慢抚摸着她,此时她那悲伤的眼神与我四目相对,她那绸缎般的皮毛摸上去比平常更加柔滑。

当然直到告别那天,我才注意到爱犬的这些特点, 这令我更加难舍难离。

［2］一整天都是这样: 我突然感到自己将会怀念许多人和事,我变得多愁善感起来,因为要与那些我早已习以为常的人说再见——那些常到我工作的饭馆里的顾客,那些我好像从来都找不到时间和他们说话的人。

我不得不离开我所有的朋友,还有我总想“某天去认识”的同学。

最重要的是,我将被迫与生我养我的人分别。

［3］突然间,我那些渴望独立和自由的豪言壮语变成了可怕的现实。

我曾经说过我了不起,就要上一所名校,现在我开始感到了这些大话的压力。

没什么了不起。

我曾经那么急不可待地盼望这一天的到来, 而现在,这一天终于到来了，我却感到自己好像并不想走了,我想那可能是因为我要到一所离家有６小时车程的大学去上学的缘故。

［４］事实上，在我决定离家的时候, 我所有的个人问题仿佛都烟消云散了，我才不在乎呢，反正我要走了。

我要向每个人表明我想走——而且，上帝作证，我整装待发。

然而，这一天到来了，我不知道自己真正做好了出发的准备。

[5] 老爸和继母要送我去学校，不过，我要首先和妈妈告别。

谁都知道离婚不是件容易的事。

那天早上我和妈妈一起吃了饭，她当时立刻就谈起我过去的一些经历来,还谈到了她第一年离家上大学的一些事情,比如零乱的宿舍、腼腆的室友、一些艺术史课。

她说得那么详细,那么热情,以至于我清楚地感到大学生活会给人留下多么深刻的印象。

后来,我们又谈到了我到学校后可能会发生的事情——与我同住一层的家伙会是什么样,我多么希望教室不会在校园的另一侧,我是否会因为自助食品而发胖。