(完整word版)综合教程5何兆熊unit1-4课文翻译

咱们吃素吧!如果有一件事，既能增进健康、减少患上食物引起的疾病的危险，又有助于保护环境、保护千万动物安全生存，你做不做？我说的这件事就是每次坐下来就餐时挑选菜肴。

一百多万加拿大人已经行动起来：他们决定不吃肉。

变化速度之快令人惊叹。

素食品的销售额大大增加，前所未有。

尤受欢迎的是无肉汉堡包和热狗，以及以蔬为主的印度、中国、墨西哥、意大利和日本的菜肴。

推动人们转向素食的是医学研究提出的关于如何增进健康的建议。

一项又一项的研究都揭示了同样的基本事实：果蔬降低患慢性病的危险；肉类食品则增加这种危险。

美国饮食学协会指出，“科学资料表明，素食与降低多种慢性变性疾病的患病危险肯定有关系。

”去年秋天，在检验了4500个饮食与癌症的研究报告之后，世界癌症研究基金会直截了当地指出：“我们一向利用不合适的养料来维持人类生理引擎的运转。

”据威尔夫大学营养科学教授布鲁斯·霍拉勃称，这一“不合适的养料”致使加拿大每年用于治疗变性疾病的费用高达4000亿（加）元。

肉类食品存在严重的营养缺陷：它们不含纤维，含有过多的饱和脂肪和胆固醇，甚至可能含有微量的激素、类固醇和抗菌素。

牛肉、猪肉、鸡肉或鱼肉都一样。

肉类食品也是越来越广为人知的大肠杆菌、弯曲菌以及其他致病细菌的孳生地。

据加拿大食品检验机构称，十分之六的鸡染有沙门氏菌。

吃肉无异于玩俄式轮盘赌，拿你的健康做赌资。

既然如此，政府为什么不采取任何措施？很遗憾，政府屈服于强有力的院外活动集团的压力，如牛肉信息中心、加拿大禽蛋营销公司、加拿大乳牛场场主协会等。

根据信息自由法案获得的有关文件记载，这些集团迫使加拿大最新食品指南在1993年公布前作出修改。

这并不奇怪。

即使建议动物蛋白质的摄入量减少一丁点儿都会给这些企业带来每年数十亿元的损失。

健康和食品安全是选择素食生活方式令人信服的理由，但此外还有更为重大的因素要考虑。

以饲养动物为基础的农业是世界上对环境破坏最严重的产业之一。

想一想培育、饲养、建牲畜栏、运输、加工和包装加拿大每年宰杀的5亿头牲畜所需的巨大资源。

狱中学习今天，许多在什么地方直接听我讲话的人，或在电视上听我讲话的人，或读过我写的东西的人，都会以为我上学远不止只读到8年级。

这一印象完全归之于我在监狱里的学习。

2 It had really begun back in the Charlestown Prison, when Bimbi first made me fe el envy of his stock of knowledge. Bimbi had always taken charge of any conversati on he was in, and I had tried to emulate him. But every book I picked up had few sentences which didn’t contain anywhere from one to nearly all of the words that might as well hav e been in Chinese[2 … the words that might as well have been in Chinese: … it would have made no difference if the English words had been in Chi nese, because I didn’t have the slightest knowledge of either.]2. When I just skippe d those words, of course, I really ended up with little idea of what the book said. So I had come to the Norfolk Prison Colony still going through only book-reading m otions. Pretty soon, I would have quit even these motions, unless I had received th e motivation that I did.其实这事要从查尔斯顿监狱说起，一开始宾比就让我对他的知识渊博羡慕不已。

1-We’ve been hitAdam Mayblum过去很享受看着暴风雨抽打他办公室窗户的场景：你认为这就是权力吗？Mayblum可能会讥笑。

我在世界贸易中心的87楼。

这就是权力。

百叶窗上的拉绳看起来像在轻轻地摇晃，但它只是一种假象。

虽然它是在距离地面1,040 英尺的高空中，但是世贸中心还是相当稳固的。

在9 月的那个早上，当Mayblum感觉到毁灭性的隆隆声时，他瞥了一眼拉绳。

他们被疯狂坠入3 英尺的任一方向。

那天早上，有数千人将被卷入一场惊心动魄的灾难，Mayblum也是其中的一员。

尽管多达25,000人找到了他们安全逃生的方式，但另外的5,000 人却没有逃脱得了这场灾难。

对于有些人来说，生死攸关的是此时此刻他们所在的地理位置---不仅是哪幢楼，哪一层，更重要的是在大楼的哪个角落。

对于有些人来说，选择使用哪一个楼梯是最基本的。

其他人所面对的则是终极的道德困境：拯救自己，还是拯救他人。

在名为戴维斯的金融服务公司里，Adam Mayblum办公室内的混乱持续了几秒钟。

他知道他需要逃离那里。

他把T恤撕成碎片，浸泡在水中，并分发给同事，用来捂住他们的脸。

其中：有一个是戴维斯的首席交易员---哈里·拉莫斯。

Mayblum曾与拉莫斯断断续续一起工作了14 年之久。

当他在楼梯上急速奔跑时，火花溅在了他的脚踝上。

当他冲下一段楼梯之后，他才意识到他的贸易伙伴，朱红还落在后面。

他又跑上楼，此时这个地方充满了烟和燃烧的喷气燃料。

看不到朱红的影子。

Mayblum又冲下楼梯，成功到达了78 楼，这里恰好是有一部电梯和一个楼梯的中转大厅。

他看到了一个令人放心的景象，拉莫斯已经淌进混乱的场面中，协助恐慌的工人转到安全的楼梯间。

Mayblum继续往下跑，他小腿的肌肉因抽筋而收缩。

在53层。

他碰见了一个身材粗壮的男人，他的腿无法移动了。

“你想自己过来，还是你想要我们来帮助你？”Mayblum大声喊道。

这个男的说自己需要帮助，Adam Mayblum答应了。

One Writer's Beginnings1 I learned from the age of two or three that any room in our house, at any time of day, was there to read in, or to be read to. My mother read to me.She'd read to me in the big bedroom in the mornings, when we were in her rocker together, which ticked in rhythm as we rocked, as though we had a cricket accompanying the story. She'd read to me in the dining room on winterafternoons in front of the coal fire, with our cuckoo clock ending the story with "Cuckoo", and at night when I'd got in my own bed. I must have given herno peace. Sometimes she read to me in the kitchen while she sat churning, and the churning sobbed along with any story. It was my ambition to have her readto me while I churned; once she granted my wish, but she read off my story before I brought her butter. She was an expressive reader. When she was reading "Puss in Boots," for instance, it was impossible not to know that shedistrusted all cats.作家起步时我从两三岁起就知道，家中随便在哪个房间里，白天无论在什么时间，都可以念书或听人念书。

⼤学英语综合教程5课⽂翻译One Writer's Beginnings1 I learned from the age of two or three that any room in our house, at any time of day, was there to read in, or to be read to. My mother read to me. She'd read to me in the big bedroom in the mornings, when we were in her rocker together, which ticked in rhythm as we rocked, as though we had a cricket accompanying the story. She'd read to me in the dining room on winter afternoons in front of the coal fire, with our cuckoo clock ending the story with "Cuckoo", and at night when I'd got in my own bed. I must have given her no peace. Sometimes she read to me in the kitchen while she sat churning, and the churning sobbed along with any story. It was my ambition to have her read to me while I churned; once she granted my wish, but she read off my story before I brought her butter. She was an expressive reader. When she was reading "Puss in Boots," for instance, it was impossible not to know that she distrusted all cats.作家起步时我从两三岁起就知道，家中随便在哪个房间⾥，⽩天⽆论在什么时间，都可以念书或听⼈念书。

Unit1The Fourth of JulyThe first time I went to Washington D.C. was on the edge of the summer when I was supposed tostop being a child. At least that’s what they said to us all at graduation from the eighth grade. Mysister Phyllis graduated at the same time from high school. I don’t know what she was supposed tostop being. But as graduation presents for us both, the whole family took a Forth of July trip toWashington D.C., the fabled and famous capital of our country.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。

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.这是我第一次真正意义上在白天时乘坐火车。

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 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. 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。

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. WhenI 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 ., we had one large room with two double beds and an extra cotfor 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 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. 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 anda 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 all18. 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. Evenmy 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 ., 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。

综合教程何兆熊U n i t U n i t课后翻译答案文件管理序列号：[K8UY-K9IO69-O6M243-OL889-F88688]Unit 11.Thanks to the modern technology, the film about that ancientbattle gives the audience the illusion of being on thebattlefield themselves.2.That ancient city was devastated by the fire, but fortunatelythe stone tablet survived.3.The videotape and the story by the women filled them withsympathy for the child who had become an orphan in theearthquake.4.in that earthquake, we heard many stories of teachers who hadrefused to leave their students behind and laid down their lives.5.the construction of the Yu Yuan Garden began in 1558, but itwas not completed until 1578 because building went off and on for lack of money.6. in 1980, when I met up with her,, she had just returned fromabroad with a master’s degree.7.It was my first visit to New York, but I managed to find myway to the little firm.8.It is hard to make it to the top in the movie industry, butas a director Xie Jin did it.Unit 21.many vain young people are obsessed with fancy cars despitethe fact that they are not yet rich enough to afford them. 2.their marriage finally fell apart when his affair withanother woman was found out by his wife.3.for artistic inspiration, the artist lived in the country forthree years, where he denied himself many comforts of life. 4.I’m not sure if we can have the excursion to ChongmingIsland tomorrow. It’s at the mercy of the weather.5.when he was young he went to Japan to learn medicine, butafter he returned to China he changed his mind and pursued a career as a writer all his life.6.She’s taken up with a man old enough to be her father, whichis a disgrace to her parents.7.since 1978, our economy has witnessed a rapid development; incontrast that of some developed countries has declined.8.the earthquake isolated the city from other areas. Their foodsupplies will not hold out through the winter.Unit 31.the fans waited anxiously in the rain for two hours beforethe ‘super girl’ finally showed up.2.they had been in love for 8 years and gone through manyagonies, before they finally got married.3.I was upset by the loss of my wallet, but I could onlyconsole myself-it could have been worse. What if I had lost my passport at the airport?4.given that he was young and inexperienced, his performance inhis first movie was excellent.5.every time he left on business, the manager would authorizehis assistant to act for him, as the business of the company couldn’t wait.6.the poor old man did not have much to eat, but he kepthealthy because he believed in the benefit of doing exercise.7.of all the ancient civilization, only that of China enduredthrough the ages and is still full of vitality.8.like many other writers, this young writer focuses on theeternal theme of love. What sets him apart from others is his keen observation of rural life in China.Unit 41.children may swim here provided that they are accompanied byadults,2.this American journalist made a fool of himself over hisremarks about China, because he’s been out of touch withwhat’s been happening in the country in the past threedecades,3.every person has the right to education, regardless of hisfamily background, sex, and age.4.the invention of the Internet, despite the fact that it hasgiven rise to some problems,, has greatly facilitated almost every aspect of our life, including education, medicine, and business.5.never overlook your travel insurance when you are planning tospend your holiday abroad; otherwise you might find yourself in great trouble if any accident should occur,6.in the movie that billionaire was faced with a dilemma-eitherdivorce his wife, who would then carve out half of hisfinancial empire, or murder her at the risk of being found out by the police,7.as the husband lost his job in the financial crisis, the newcouple had to cut down on a lot of things-furniture, clothes, records, books, and so on.8.over 30 years ago, right after the Cultural Revolution, DengXiaoping told the people that the only way out laid in reform and opening up to the outside world.Unit 51.this film actor is more inclined than most people to help thehandicapped because he himself suffered a stroke ten years ago.2.the old man is afflicted with rheumatism, but he still goesjogging and climbs mountains every day.3.some of the flaws in the American financial system, which hadnever received due attention, eventually led to disastrous consequences.4.he held on to his shares of that company when the prices weredropping sharply last year. Now he has made a fortune.5.just dismiss the idea from your mind-it’s crazy and notworth thinking about at all.6.we were all set to leave for the holiday in New York when the9/11 incident shook the world.7.if you think I have a magic formula to solve the problem, youare bound to be disillusioned.8.that Japanese company succeed in penetrating the US TV market. Unit 61.our group was assigned to decorate the garden while theothers were preparing the food in the kitchen.2.on the battlefield the young man was delighted to meet along-lost brother who came out of the blue.3.who has used up the milk There is none to put in my coffee.4.rumor has it that this painting is fake and that the originalone was stolen three years ago.5.one person may not be able to change much, but workingtogether we’ll be able to make a great difference to ourcountry.6.many burglaries took place because the owners failed to takethe precaution of locking their doors and windows.7.the minster flew to the front to negotiate with the riotersin an effort to prevent a civil war.8.I assumed you knew each other because I saw you talking toeach other at the party.Unit 71.he was hospitalized with acute appendicitis, with the resultthat he missed the final exam.2.as many more people came to the lecture than expected, therewere not enough handouts to go round.3.no matter what a long day he may have, he makes a point ofchecking his e-mail inbox before going to bed.4.unemployment is found in all countries in the world, butgovernments vary in their way to handle the problem.5.anyone who has come to a foreign country for the first timeis apt to find everything around him both strange andinteresting.6.the football fans were very disappointed at the performanceof the players of both teams.7.never take what he says at face value. Think it over yourself.8.the doctor’s words removed his fears about the operation.Unit 81.after months of negotiation, the two company finally came upwith a solution, which was in essence our original proposal. 2.the people of that African tribe worship the moon in much thesame way that our ancestors worshipped the sun.3.it is still a puzzle as to how the ancient Egyptian pyramidswere built over 4000 years ago. Some people speculate thatthey were built by supernatural beings.4.the illegal use of inferior building materials eventuallyresulted in the collapse of the hotel.5.at present, many countries are taking action to mitigate theimpact of the financial crisis on their economy.6.the couple finally divorced after years of incessant quarrels,which had resulted from a lack of understanding.7.the government of the two countries agreed to set up amilitary hotline to reduce the risk of war due to incorrect information.8.some Chinese students were not very successful in Americanuniversities because they failed to adapt to the environment there.Unit 91.in October, 1935, the Chinese Red Army, having endured allthe hardships and sacrifices, finally made their way to the north of Shanxi Province.2.in the economic crisis, the government released a statement,calling upon the people to buy local products as far aspossible.3.the politicians in various countries are trying to harnessnuclear energy and restore the safe environment for the human race.4.he didn’t hear the doorbell because he was rapt in his work.5.this country suffers from frequent riots because ofwidespread extreme poverty, as well as people’s inherentdistrust of the corrupt government.6.in his lecture on the current economic situation, theeconomist used a lot of figures on the PPT to underline the seriousness of the crisis.7.he answered with a smile, ‘Not at all. I did this as muchfor you as for myself.8. a man is measured not by what ha says, but by what ha doesfor his country and people.Unit 101.he can’t even draw a distinction between French and Spanish,not to say speaking them.2.in a craze for cultural relics in the 1990s, old chinaware,such as those handed down from the Ming and Qing Dynasties, were much sought after by collectors.3.despite the opposition of most of his advisors, the generaldecided to take his chances on the battle and suffered atotal defeat in the end.4.the Chinese nation has stood up to the vicissitudes ofthousands of years and is now in the process of rejuvenation.5.I wish you would confine your talk to the facts rather thanspread word about the biased report in that newspaper.6.the first thing he did after his arrival in Paris was toconvert all his money into Euros.7.that Shakespearean play was tailored to the taste of theChinese audience when it was put on the Chinese stage, somuch so that it was more like a Chinese play than an English one,8.you must abandon your native language for some time,if youreally want to acquire a good competence in English.Unit 111.as my article was over 10,000 words, I finally had to cut outseveral paragraphs to satisfy the requirements of theacademic journal.2.there is no running away from the facts, so we must face upto the truth and pay for our mistakes.3.that year, despite the car accident, he was promoted to thenext grade after he passed all the exams required by theschool.4.the intellectuals of that country were very critical of thegovernment’s new social welfare policy because, according to them, it would bring down the living standards of the working people.5.it is, to be sure, difficult to remove the resentment betweenthem, but it is at least worth trying.6.the government is taking all possible measurement to bringdown the prices lest inflation should get out of control7.as the murderer denied all the charges, we had to convincethe jury with more evidence that he was guilty.8.finally he managed to forgive his wife for her infidelity andwas reconciled with her after years of separation.Unit 121.his father died when he was only nine years old, leaving thewhole family helplessly at the mercy of others.2.her story stirred many beautiful memories of my childhood,which I have always cherished in my heart.3.the two countries held several rounds of negotiation tosettle their differences.4.more and more students are opting for his course because ofhis humor and energy as well as his effective way of teaching.5.in his speech the premier vowed to address the seriousproblem of unemployment and to boost the income of the common people.6.the former Nazi officer who was arrested last year inArgentina was prosecuted for the crimes that he had committed during the Second World War.7.the great value of this book rests in the fact that it hasinfluenced and encouraged a whole generation of young people in their struggle against imperialism and feudalism.8.with regard to the silent students, the teacher should try toenhance their self-confidence and encourage them to voiace their idea in class.。

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。

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. WhenI 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 ., we had one large room with two double beds and an extra cotfor 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 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. 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 anda 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 all18. 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. Evenmy 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 ., 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 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. 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。

我的祖母不识字, 可是她有一箩筐的神话和传奇故事。

Although my grandmother was illiterate, she had a good stock of myths and legends.小时候我总是缠着她，一直要她给我讲故事。

When I was young I gave her no peace, constantly asking her to tell me stories.而她在忙完家务之后，总会把我抱到膝上，一边讲故事一边有节奏地晃动我。

After she had finished her housework, she would lift me onto her lap and tell stories, all the while rocking me in rhythm.我父母发现了我对故事的浓厚兴趣后，不失时机地引导我进行阅读。

Having noticed my interest in stories, my parents lost no time in initiating me into reading.他们给我买了许多带插图的故事书，有空的时候就一遍遍地读给我听。

They bought many storybooks with illustrations, and whenever free, they would read these stories to me over and over again.慢慢地我认识了很多字，能够自行阅读了。

By and by I had a vocabulary large enough to read on my own.Unit2一项又一项的研究发现,食物和一些慢性病之间有密切关系。

Study after study has uncovered the fact that there is a close correlation between food and a number of chronic diseases.某些慢性病危险的降低和多吃以植物为基本成分的食物是相联系的。

全新版《大学英语》综合教程5 学生用书课后翻译Unit 1 Love of Reading我的祖母不识字，可是她有一箩筐的神话和传奇故事。

小时候我总是缠着她，要她给我讲故事。

而她在忙完家务后，总会把我抱在膝上，一边讲故事一边有节奏地晃动我。

这些故事加上她丰富的表情，深深地吸引住了我。

我父母发现了我对故事的浓厚兴趣，不失时机地引导我进行阅读。

他们给我买了许多带插图的故事书，有空的时候就一遍遍地读给我听。

慢慢地我认识了很多字，能自行阅读了。

直到今天，我还要感谢祖母和双亲。

没有他们，我今天不可能成为一名作家。

Although my grandmother was illiterate, she had a good stack of myths and legends. When I was young I gave her no peace, constantly asking her to tell me stories. After she had finished her housework, she would lift me onto her lap and tell stories, all the while rocking me in rhythm. These stories and her expressive face appealed profoundly to me.Having noticed my interest in stories, my parents lost no time in initiating me into reading. They bought many storybooks with illustations, and whenever free, they would read these stories to me over and over again. By and by I had a vocabulary large to read on my own .Today, I still live in gratitude to my grandmother and my parents. Without them, I could never have become a writer.Unit 2 Diet一项又一项的研究发现，食物和一些慢性病之间有密切关系。

One W‎r iter‎'s Be‎g inni‎n gs‎ 1 I‎lear‎n ed f‎r om t‎h e ag‎e of ‎t wo o‎r thr‎e e th‎a t an‎y roo‎m in ‎o ur h‎o use,‎at a‎n y ti‎m e of‎day,‎was ‎t here‎to r‎e ad i‎n, or‎to b‎e rea‎d to.‎My m‎o ther‎read‎to m‎e. Sh‎e'd r‎e ad t‎o me ‎i n th‎e big‎bedr‎o om i‎n the‎morn‎i ngs,‎when‎we w‎e re i‎n her‎rock‎e r to‎g ethe‎r, wh‎i ch t‎i cked‎in r‎h ythm‎as w‎e roc‎k ed, ‎a s th‎o ugh ‎w e ha‎d a c‎r icke‎t acc‎o mpan‎y ing ‎t he s‎t ory.‎She'‎d rea‎d to ‎m e in‎the ‎d inin‎g roo‎m on ‎w inte‎r aft‎e rnoo‎n s in‎fron‎t of ‎t he c‎o al f‎i re, ‎w ith ‎o ur ‎c ucko‎o clo‎c ken‎d ing ‎t he s‎t ory ‎w ith ‎"Cuck‎o o", ‎a nd a‎t nig‎h t wh‎e n I'‎d got‎in m‎y own‎bed.‎I mu‎s t ha‎v egi‎v en h‎e r no‎peac‎e. So‎m etim‎e s sh‎e rea‎d to ‎m e in‎the ‎k itch‎e n wh‎i le s‎h e sa‎t chu‎r ning‎, and‎the ‎c hurn‎i ng s‎o bbed‎alon‎g wit‎h any‎stor‎y. It‎was ‎m y am‎b itio‎n to ‎h ave ‎h er r‎e ad t‎ome ‎w hile‎I ch‎u rned‎; onc‎e she‎gran‎t ed m‎y wis‎h, bu‎t she‎read‎off ‎m y st‎o ry b‎e fore‎I br‎o ught‎her ‎b utte‎r. Sh‎e was‎an e‎x pres‎s ive ‎r eade‎r. Wh‎e n sh‎e was‎read‎i ng "‎P uss ‎i n Bo‎o ts,"‎for ‎i nsta‎n ce, ‎i t wa‎s imp‎o ssib‎l e no‎t to ‎k now ‎t hat ‎s he d‎i stru‎s ted ‎a ll c‎a ts.‎作家起步时‎‎我从两‎三岁起就知‎道，家中随‎便在哪个房‎间里，白天‎无论在什么‎时间，都可‎以念书或听‎人念书。

综合英语第五册_何兆熊_Unit1~4完整答案Unit 1Text ComprehensionI. Decide which of the following best states the author's purpose.AII. Judge, according to the text, whether the following statements are true of false.T F F F F T T FIV. Explain in your own words the following sentences taken from the text.1. If she paid no attention to an unpleasant thing, perhaps it would not make her feel depressed.2. From June to the end of July school closed for the summer vacation.3. Literally, the author looked up at the monuments with her eyes half-closed because of thedazzling sunshine. Figuratively, the author meant that freedom, equality and democracy were simply distorted images, she could not “see” th em clearly.4. Mother was bright black. Father was brown black. We three girls represent different shades ofblack between bright black and brown black.5. Inside the soda fountain, it was so dim and cool that the pain of my eyes was wonderfullyeased.6. No one answered my righteous and stern questions, they remained silent as if they hadcommitted something wrong.7. My anger was not going to be sympathized or noticed by my family members, because theythemselves were similarly angry.Language workI. Explain the italicized part in each sentence in your own words.1. on the edge of the summer:at the beginning of the summer2. preparations were found in the air around the house:the atmosphere of excitement could be felt but it was not talked about.3. a mobile feast:a large and enjoyable meal on the train4. as if we had never been black before:as if we had never been mistreated before5. they had contributed to it:they had partially caused it6. My fury was not to be acknowledged by a like fury:my anger was not going to be noticed by my family members because they weresimilarly angry.II. Fill in each blank with one of the two words from each pair in their appropriate forms.bruise bruised scarred scarsoaking Dampen soaked dampenadmit acknowledged acknowledge admittedagony anguish anguish agonyIII. Fill in the blank in each sentence with a word or phrase from the box, using its appropriate form.had decreedagonizingapprovinglyensconcedflairvulnerabilityreliefavowedV. Fill in each blank with an article.the: 1, 13, 15, 19.a: 3, 11, 14, 16, 17.A: 4an: 10/ : 2, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 12, 18.VI. Put a word in each bland that is appropriate for the context.black behave mind meant mercythough before worse what experiencedTranslationI. Translate the following sentences into English.I haven’t seen it myself, but it is supposed to be a really good movie.The hostess cut the cheese into bite-size pieces.No one can function properly if they are deprived of adequate sleep.He carefully copied my pretense that nothing unusual had occurred.It was scorching outside; all the tourists escaped into the fan-cooled hut.I’ve come to see his fabled footwork that people talk so much about.I’m not a teacher proper, since I haven’t been trained, but I’ve h a d a lot of teaching experience.Students tend to anticipate what questions they will be asked on the examination.II. Translate the following into Chinese.如果美国对此时此刻的迫切性视而不见，低估黑人的决心，那么这对美国的命运将是休戚相关的。

综合英语第五册_何兆熊_ 课后翻译1. I haven't seen it myself, but it is supposed to be a really good movie.2. The hostess cut the cheese into bite-size pieces.3. No one can function properly if they are deprived of adequate sleep.4. He carefully copied my pretense that nothing unusual had occurred.5. It was scorching outside; all the tourists escaped into the fan-cooled hut.6. I've come to see his fabled footwork that people talk so much about.7. I'm not a teacher proper, since I haven't been trained, but I've had a lot of teaching experience.8. Students tend to anticipate what questions they will be asked on the exa mination.II. Translate the following into Chinese.如果美国对此时此刻的迫切性视而不见，低估黑人的决心，那么这对美国的命运将是休戚相关的。

自由平等、令人心旷神怡的秋天遥遥无期，黑人正当愤怒的闷热夏季就不会消失。

1963年并不是终结，而是开端。

只要黑人得不到公民权益，美国就不可能有安宁和稳定。

反抗的旋风会继续撼动这个国家的根基，直到正义光明的日子的来临。

Unit1The Fourth of JulyThe 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 Forth of July trip to Washington D.C., the fabled and famous capital of our country.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。

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.这是我第一次真正意义上在白天时乘坐火车。