新视野大学英语第三版读写教程第三册Unit2A课文及翻译

新视野大学英语第三版2读写教程课文Text A翻译Unit 1 Text A一堂难忘的英语课1 如果我是唯一一个还在纠正小孩英语的家长，那么我儿子也许是对的。

对他而言，我是一个乏味的怪物：一个他不得不听其教诲的父亲，一个还沉湎于语法规则的人，对此我儿子似乎颇为反感。

2 我觉得我是在最近偶遇我以前的一位学生时，才开始对这个问题认真起来的。

这个学生刚从欧洲旅游回来。

我满怀着诚挚期待问她：“欧洲之行如何”3 她点了三四下头，绞尽脑汁，苦苦寻找恰当的词语，然后惊呼：“真是，哇！”4 没了。

所有希腊文明和罗马建筑的辉煌居然囊括于一个浓缩的、不完整的语句之中！我的学生以“哇！”来表示她的惊叹，我只能以摇头表达比之更强烈的忧虑。

】5 关于正确使用英语能力下降的问题，有许多不同的故事。

学生的确本应该能够区分诸如their/there/they're之间的不同，或区别complimentary 跟complementary之间显而易见的差异。

由于这些知识缺陷，他们承受着大部分不该承受的批评和指责，因为舆论认为他们应该学得更好。

6 学生并不笨，他们只是被周围所看到和听到的语言误导了。

举例来说，杂货店的指示牌会把他们引向stationary（静止处），虽然便笺本、相册、和笔记本等真正的stationery（文具用品）并没有被钉在那儿。

朋友和亲人常宣称 They've just ate。

实际上，他们应该说 They've just eaten。

因此，批评学生不合乎情理。

7 对这种缺乏语言功底而引起的负面指责应归咎于我们的学校。

学校应对英语熟练程度制定出更高的标准。

可相反，学校只教零星的语法，高级词汇更是少之又少。

还有就是，学校的年轻教师显然缺乏这些重要的语言结构方面的知识，因为他们过去也没接触过。

学校有责任教会年轻人进行有效的语言沟通，可他们并没把语言的基本框架——准确的语法和恰当的词汇——充分地传授给学生。

1. 被告是位年仅30岁的女子，她坚持称自己无罪。

The defendant a woman of only 30 kept insisting on her own innocence.2. 总体看来，枣、豆类以及一些多叶的绿色食物是最好的铁质来源。

All tings considered dates beans and some leafy green vegetables are the best sources of iron.3. 正餐时不供应饮料，饮料会影响消化。

No beverages are served with meals because they interfere with digestion.4. 考虑到那个地区受欢迎的程度，提前定旅馆是明智的。

Taking the popularity of the region into consideration it is advisable to book hotels in advance. 5. 服药后若有呕吐感，请立即停止使用并尽快咨询医生。

If you have a feeling of wanting to throw up after taking this drug stop taking it immediately and consult your doctors as soon as possible.6. 总结这次结论时，他说双方都要好好考虑怎样以最有效的方式来解决这一问题。

Summing up the discussion he said both parties should consider the most effective way to solve the problem.1.在思维方面，与他的行为一样，他是非常传统的。

In his thinking as in his behavior he is very traditional.2. 教师一旦同意接受新的教学计划，他们就得面对新计划所带给他们的压力。

Unit 2Text A Swimming through fear1 I was on a tour of France with my friends when our car pulled to a stop at the beach and we saw the Mediterranean Sea. Massive waves surged against large rocks that formed a waterproof jetty. People said this beach was known for its notorious rip currents. I shivered with fear. Nothing scared me as much as water.2 Just the sight of the sea made me sick to my stomach.3 I'd always loved water and been a good swimmer until last summer, when I'd decided to climb up to the highest diving board at the pool. I'd hopped from that height and hit the water with an incredible impact. The air was ousted from my lungs and I blacked out. The next thing I knew, my brother was pulling my feeble body out of the pool. From then on, my fear wouldn't recede; I was absolutely terrified of water.4 "Jason, are you coming?" my friend, Matt, called.5 "Yeah," I said. "Just enjoying the view," from dry land, I added silently, worried they might deem my fear pathetic if they knew.6 Suddenly I heard shouting in French. A mob of people were running into the sea, fully clothed. That's odd, I thought.7 I glimpsed something moving up and down amid the waves, past the end of the jetty. I gasped, realizing the catastrophe with horror. That's a little boy out there! The would-be rescuers fought against the tide, but the situation was bleak. With the water's tow, they'd never get to him in time.8 I looked back at the boy. His head popped up, then a wave crashed over him and he disappeared for a moment; I had to intervene.9 I appraised the situation and realized — the jetty! The boy was close to it; maybe I could help from there. I raced down the beach, out onto the jetty, and it hit me: Water! My palms got sweaty and my stomach felt sick, symptoms of my fear. I stopped short.10 The people in the water had underestimated the waves and weren't making any progress. I was the only one who saw that going out on the jetty was the fastest way to reach the drowning boy. Yet in the midst of this tragedy, I was extremely terrified. I tried to remember the lifeguard training I'd had as a teenager.11 I was paralyzed with fear, but I forced myself to move forward with this impromptu rescue. I don't want this. Surely someone else can save him before I have to.12 At the ridge of the jetty, I whirled around, convinced I'd see an athletic swimmer plowing through the rough water toward the boy. To my dismay, no one was there. I turned back out to the sea to see the boy battered by vicious waves about 25 yards away from me. Sucking in a deep breath, I threw myself into the water. As soon as I jumped in, I felt like I was back in that pool, breathless, struggling, terrified. Salt stung my eyes. Focus, I shouted in my head. Where is he?13 Then, with clarity, I saw a thin arm waving weakly a few yards away. I swam with all my strength, reaching the boy just as he sank below the surface. I grabbed his arm and pulled. He popped back up, eyes wide with terror, pawing and twisting against me. "Repose (Calm down)!" I commanded the boy in French. His struggling would derail any rescue attempt, and we'd both perish. "Repose!" I commanded again. Thankfully, this time he listened, and was still.14 When I turned back toward shore a wave pounded over us. The jetty was further away! The rip current! It was forcibly dragging us out to the sea. I fought to get us back to land, but made little progress. I knew I'd never be able to escort him back like this.15 Desperate to survive, I remembered what I'd learned in my life saving class: Never, ever swim against the rip current! Swim sideways to the pull of the current and slowly make your way back toward shore. It was an odd-looking but practicable solution. Swim sideways and float to rest. Swim sideways and float to rest. We did that over and over. We slowly made our way to safety. "Jason, you can do it!" I heard Matt say as he stood on the jetty. I hadn't even noticed how close we were, only about seven feet left to go.16 And, as we made our way to safety I realized something incredible: I was no longer afraid. That absence of fear was a moment of triumph!17 Matt jumped into the water. I tossed the boy to him. Just as I let go, a big wave picked him up and carried him all the way to Matt.18 On the brink of collapse, I stopped fighting, just letting myself go. My hand hit the jetty. It was like an electric shock that brought me back to my senses. Someone grabbed for me.19 I felt strong arms lift me. I ascended not only from the sea onto the secure rocks of the jetty —but also to my salvation, leaving behind the terrible fear that had gripped me for so long. I turned my head and saw the boy was hugged tightly by his mother. I looked out to the sea. Weary as I was, the water had never looked so beautiful.Unit 2Text B When courage triumphed over fear1 I know what courage looks like. I saw it on a flight I took six years ago, and only now can I speak of it without tears filling my eyes at the memory.2 When our plane left New York that Friday morning, we were a talkative, high-energy group. The early-morning transcontinental flight hosted mainly professional people going to San Francisco for a day or two of business. As I looked around, I saw lots of designer suites, CEO-level expensive haircuts, designer briefcases and all the trimmings of lofty business travelers. I settled back with my paperback novel for some light reading and the brief flight ahead.3 Immediately upon take-off, long before we had reached our cruising altitude, it was clear that something was wrong. The aircraft was bumping vertically up and down and tilting left to right. All the experienced travelers, including me, looked around with knowing grins. We had experienced minor problems and turbulence on prior flights. If you fly very much, you see these things and learn to act relaxed about them.4 It wasn't long before our relaxed attitudes began to evaporate. Minutes after we were in flight, our plane began dipping wildly and one wing plunged downward. The plane climbed higher but that didn't help our plight. The pilot soon provided some grave news regarding the flight.5 "We are having some difficulties," he said. "At this time, it appears we have no nose-wheel steering. Our indicators show that our landing system has failed, which necessitates that we abort the flight and return to New York. Because of the problems with the mechanism o, if you look out the windows, you will see that we are dumping fuel from the airplane. We want to have as little on board as possible in the event of a rough touchdown."6 In other words, we were about to crash. No sight has ever been so sobering as that fuel, hundreds of gallons of it, streaming past my window out of the plane's tanks. The flight attendants scrambled to get people into position and comforted those who were instantaneously hysterical.7 As I looked at the faces of my fellow business travelers, I was stunned by the changes I saw. Many looked visibly frightened now. Even the most sophisticated looked vulnerable and grim. Their faces actually looked panicked. There wasn't a single exception, and I realized that no one faces death without fear; no one is immune to its terror.8 Then, somewhere in my proximity, I overheard a still calm voice underlying the panic. It was a woman's voice, speaking in an absolutely normal conversational tone. Despite the circumstance, there was no angry emotion or tension, and this calm voice evoked a calm in me that quieted some of my initial fears. It became imperative that I find her.9 All around the cabin, people cried. Many moaned and screamed. A few of the men maintained their appearance of calm by bracing against their armrests and grinding their teeth, but their fear was written all over them.10 Try as I might, I could not have spoken so calmly, so sweetly at that moment as the fabulous voice I heard. Finally, I saw her.11 In the midst of all the chaos, a mother was talking, just talking to her child. The woman, in her mid-30's and unremarkable looking in any other way, was staring full into the face of her daughter, who looked about four years old. The child listened closely, sensing that her mother's words were invaluable. The mother's gaze held the child so fixed and intent that the child seemed untouched by the sounds of grief and fear all around her.12 I strained to hear what this mother was telling her child. I relished the sound of calm confidence amongst the terror. Finally, I hovered nearby and by some miracle could hear her soft, sure, confident voice say in a calming tone over and over again, "I love you so much. Do you know for sure that I love you more than anything?"13 "Yes, Mommy," the little girl said.14 "And remember, no matter what happens, that I love you always; and that you are a good girl. Sometimes things happen that are not your fault. You are my beloved, good girl and my love will always be with you."15 As her first concern was for her daughter's well-being, the mother then put her body over her daughter's, strapping the seat belt over both of them to save her daughter from a possible wreckage.16 Then, for no earthly reason, our landing gear held and we glided to a gentle stop. It was all over in seconds. Our touchdown was smooth and easy; the tragedy we had feared was not our destiny.17 The voice I heard that day never hesitated, never acknowledged dread, and maintained an evenness that seemed emotionally and physically impossible. During that descent, not one of the hardened business people could have spoken without a hint of fear in their voice. Only the greatest courage, with a foundation of even greater love, had brought that mother up and lifted her above the chaos around her.18 That mom showed me the amazing power of love. And for those few minutes, I heard the voice of true courage.。

新视野大学英语第三版第三册课文A翻译Unit 1 The Way to Success 课文ANever, ever give up!永不言弃！英国的伟大首相温斯顿·丘吉尔爵士，小时候在哈罗公学上学。

当时他可不是个好学生，要不是出身名门，他可能早就因为违反纪律被开除了。

谢天谢地，他总算从哈罗毕业了，在那里犯下的错误并没影响到他上大学。

后来，他凭着军旅生涯中的杰出表现当选为英国首相。

他的才思、智慧、公民责任感以及在二战痛苦而黑暗的时期拒绝投降的无畏勇气，为他赢得了美名。

他非凡的决心，不仅激励了整个民族，还鼓舞了全世界。

在他首相任期即将结束时，他应邀前往母校哈罗公学，为满怀报国之志的同学们作演讲。

校长说：“年轻的先生们，当代最伟大的演说家过几天就会来为你们演讲，他提出的任何中肯的建议，你们都要听从。

”那个激动人心的日子终于到了。

温斯顿爵士站了起来——他只有 5 英尺 5 英寸高，体重却有 107 公斤。

他作了言简意赅的讲话：“年轻人，要永不放弃。

永不放弃！永不放弃！永不，永不，永不，永不！”个人经历、教育机会、个人困境，这些都不能阻挡一个全力以赴追求成功的、有着坚强意志的人。

任务再苦，准备再长，难度再大，都不能让他放弃自己的追求。

就以本时代最有学问的两位科学家——阿尔伯特·爱因斯坦和托马斯·爱迪生为例，他们都曾面临巨大的障碍和极端的批评，都曾被说成“不开窍”，被老师当成笨蛋而放弃。

托马斯·爱迪生还曾逃学，因为老师嫌他问的问题太多而经常鞭打他。

爱因斯坦一直到将近 9 岁才能流利地说话，学习成绩太差，有些人认为他都已经学不好了。

然而，这两个男孩的父母都相信他们。

他们坚持不懈地每天和儿子一起努力，孩子们也了解到，要想成功，就绝不要怕付出长期而艰辛的努力。

最终，爱因斯坦和爱迪生都摆脱了童年的困扰，进而作出了造福当今全世界的伟大发现。

再如亚伯拉罕·林肯这个英雄的典范，他一生面临了无数艰辛、失败和接二连三的不幸。

Swimming through fear游越恐惧I was on a tour of France with my friends when our car pulled to a stop at the beach and we saw the Mediterranean Sea. Massive waves surged against large rocks that formed a waterproof jetty. People said this beach was known for its notorious rip currents. I shivered with fear. Nothing scared me as much as water.当时我和朋友正在法国旅行，我们把汽车停在海滩，眼前就是地中海。

巨浪翻滚击打着构筑起防波堤的偌大岩石。

人们说这里的海滩以其可怕的裂流而著称。

恐惧让我不寒而栗。

没有什么比水让我更害怕了。

Just the sight of the sea made me sick to my stomach.只是看到了海就已经让我觉得反胃。

I'd always loved water and been a good swimmer until last summer, when I'd decided to climb up to the highest diving board at the pool. I'd hopped from that height and hit the water with an incredible impact. The air was ousted from my lungs and I blacked out. The next thing I knew, my brother was pulling my feeble body out of the pool. From then on, my fear wouldn't recede; I was absolutely terrified of water.我曾经一直都是喜欢水的，并且直到去年夏天我都还是一名游泳好手。

Unit 2Jack went to a doctor. “Doctor,”he said, “I’ve got trouble. Every time I lie in bed, I think there’s somebody under it. I get under the bed; then I think there’s somebody on top of it. Top, under, top, under. You’ve got to help me! It almost drives me mad!”“Just put yourself in my hands for two years,”said the doctor. “Come to me three times a week, and I’ll cure your fears.”“How much do you charge?”“A hundred dollars a visit.”“I’ll think about it,” said Jack.Six months later the doctor met Jack by chance.“Why didn’t you ever come to see me again?” asked the doctor.“For a hundred bucks a visit? A carpenter cured me for 10 dollars.”“Is that so? How?”“He told me to cut the legs off the bed!”美国梦是美利坚合众国的民族精神。

该词有各种各样的用法，但其根本含义是，在美国任何人都可以通过努力获得成功，都有可能过上幸福而成功的生活。

许多人对美国梦的概念加以拓展和提炼，涵盖了像自由、自我实现和深厚的人际关系等方面的内容。

When courage triumphed over fear当勇气战胜恐惧1.I know what courage looks like. I saw it on a flight Itook six years ago, and only now can I speak of itwithout tears filling my eyes at the memory.我知道勇气是什么样子。

我六年前在乘坐的一架航班上就见识了。

只到现在，凭记忆述说这件事的时候，我才不致热泪盈眶。

2.When our plane left New York that Friday morning,we were a talkative, high-energy group.The early-morning transcontinental flight hosted mainly professional people going to San Fra ncisco for a day or two of business. As I looked around, Isaw lots of designer suites, CEO-leve l expensive haircuts, designer briefcases and all thetrimmings of lofty business travelers. I se ttled back with my paperback novel for some lightreading and the brief flight ahead.那是星期五的早上，当我们的飞机从纽约起飞时，我们这帮人还高谈阔论、劲头十足。

这趟横贯大陆的清晨航班主要搭载了一些前往旧金山出差一两天的职业人士。

我向四周打量一下，看到的多是名贵西装、经理人式的考究发型、名牌公文包以及气宇轩昂的商务旅行者们的各种装束。

Text A课文 AThe human‎i ties‎: Out of date?人文学科：过时了吗？When the going‎gets tough‎, the tough‎takea‎c coun‎t ing. When the job marke‎t worse‎n s, manys‎t uden‎t s calcu‎l ate they can't major‎in Engli‎s h orhis‎t ory. They have to study‎somet‎h ing that boost‎s thei‎r prosp‎e cts of landi‎n g a job.当形势变得‎困难时，强者会去选‎学会计。

当就业市场‎恶化时，许多学生估‎算着他们不‎能再主修英‎语或历史。

他们得学一‎些能改善他‎们就业前景‎的东西。

The data show that as stude‎n ts have incre‎a sing‎l y shoul‎d ered‎the ever-risin‎g c ost of tuiti‎o n,they have defec‎t ed from the study‎of the human‎i ties‎and towar‎d appli‎e d scien‎c e and "hard"skill‎s that they bet will lead to emplo‎y ment‎. In oth er‎words‎, a colle‎g e educa‎t ion is more andmo‎r e seen as a means‎for econo‎m ic bette‎r ment‎rathe‎r than a means‎for human‎bette‎r ment‎.This is a trend‎that i s likel‎y to persi‎s t and even accel‎e rate‎.数据显示，随着学生肩‎负的学费不‎断增加，他们已从学‎习人文学科‎转向他们相‎信有益于将‎来就业的应‎用科学和“硬”技能。