典范英语-7comingclean-坦白翻译
coming clean(典范英语八第二篇)
第二篇Coming CleanOld Baggy-PantsDerek and Janey were eating jam roly-poly in the hall and talking about Mr Such’s trousers. Mr Such was their teacher and he wore the same trousers to school, day in and day out.‘They’re so crumpled and baggy,’ Janey said.‘And grubby and thick,’ said Derek.‘Like a pair of old dish-cloths.’‘And he wears them all the time.’‘I don’t think he’s got any others.’‘Old Baggy-Pants, that’s what he is ,’Derek added, sticking his fork into his jam roly-poly.‘I wish he’d get some new ones,’ Janey sighed.At that moment Old Baggy-Pants himself came into the hall. Janey’s mouth fell open and Derek could see the mashed up jam roly-poly inside.‘What’s up ?’ he said.Janey blinked and pointed . There was Mr Such in a brand new suit. A spotless white suit without a crease in it . Everyone in the hall stopped eating and stared at him .‘Carry on ,everyone,’said Mr Such, a bit red in the face.’Carry on eating.’‘Wow!’ said Derek, leaning across his plate. ‘He looks so different.’‘He looks smart,’ said Janey firmly. ‘And about time, too.’Later that afternoon Janey’s class trooped back imto the hall for P.E.‘I like the suit, sir,’ Janey told Mr Such as they filed in.‘Thank you , Janey. It’s for Parents’ Evening, really.’‘Parents’ Evening?’‘Yes, I have to look my best for that, don’t I?‘But that’s not till Monday, Mr Such,’ Derek said.‘I know that, Derek. I’m just getting used to it .’While they were talking, Mrs Venn came out of the kitchen with a bowl of custard in her arms.She was so shocked to see Mr Such in his bright new suit she gave a little jump. ‘Oh my gosh !’ she cried.She grabbed one of the hall curtains to steady herself. The custard looped into the air, straight for Mr Such.Derek saw it coming and stepped smartly in the way .The custard wobbled through the air and flopped against Derek’s vest. Everyone fell silent. Derek stood there, looking sad and stunned . And covered in cold custard.‘Well done ,Derek,’said Mr Such. ‘You’ve saved my brand new suit.’Derek tried to smile but by then the custard was oozing into his shorts.After break , Mr Such changed back into his dish-cloth trousers.‘Please keep clear of this,’ he said, hanging his new suit on the cupboard door. ‘Keep well clear.’A Lovely green colourThe last lesson of the day was art . They had to paint interesting faces .Janey was doing a monster. She put blood –shot bits in his eyes, a bolt through his neck and green stuff coming out of his nose. She was pleased with the green stuff, but she’d mixed up too much. She asked Derek if he wanted some.‘I do n’t need any green stuff, Janey,’he said . ‘I’m doing a footballer.’‘Well, he could have green stuff coming out of his nose, couldn’t he ?’she said.‘No,’ said Derek. ‘He couldn’t.’‘You could use it for the background. Like grass.’‘I’m not having my footballer running around on green stuff from a monster’s nose, thank you,’ said Derek.He nudged Janey’s elbow, and green stuff spilled over the desk.He tried to stop it trickling onto the floor.Then he reached behind him and rubbed his hands on the towel. Except that it wasn’t the towel.‘Oh,’ he said quietly . ‘What have I done?’Janey could see what had happened.Derek had wiped his hands on Mr Such’s new trousers.‘You’ve done it now,’ she said. ‘Old Baggy-Pants’ll go up the wall when he sees this.’Mr Such was on the other side of the room . He looked up and smiled at them.‘Are you getting on all right, you two ?’ he asked.‘Yes ,thand you ,sir,’ said Janey brightly.She didn’t dare tell him the truth.She grabbed some paper and started to rub at the green marks.‘You daft clod,’said Derek, ‘you’re making them worse. They’re twice as big now.’They were. Janey looked at Derek and thought hard.‘There’s only one thing for it now ,’she said.‘What’s that?’‘Put them back on the hanger. Then we can clean them up after school.’When Mr Such came over to look at their pictures, the suit was still swing slightly on the cupboard door.‘Oh,’he said. ‘I love that shade of green, Janey. That’s a lovely colour.’At home time Mr Such pottered around for ages and would not leave them on their own. They stacked chairs as slowly as chairs have ever been stacked .Then, at last, he wandered off to the staffroom.Derek darted over to the sink and turned on the taps. Janey grabbed the trousers and flung them across the room at him. He caught them and plunged them int the simk . He grabbed a plastc bottle and squirted it hard at the trousers.‘What are you doing?’ Janey yelled .‘Washing-up liquid,’ said Derek. ‘That’ll get stains out.’‘That’s not washing-up liquid, Derek. That’s glue.’Almost at once they heard Mr Such outside the door. He came in wearing his anorak and cycle clips. Derek and Janey stood side by side in front of the sink.‘Oh,’ said Mr Such, ‘Are you still here?’‘Nearly finished , sir,’ Janey said , and tried to smile .‘Well, it looks tidy to me . I should run off home now .’He went over to the jacket on the cupboard door .‘Don’t,’ said Derek.‘Don’t, what ?’‘Don’t,’ take the suit,’‘Why ever not?’‘Because… because…’‘Because you might get it dirty,’ Janey said . ‘It’ll be safer if you leave it here. Won’t it , Derek?Derek nodded . Mr Such looked puzzled. His hand was still half way to the jacket.‘It might fall off your bike,’Janey added . ‘And land on a heap of rubbish or something.’Mr Such lowered his hand.‘Well,’he said, ‘you might be right . I don’t want any more accidents.’When he’d gone , they put the trousers in a plastic bag and smuggled them off to Derek’s house.They threw the trousers in the kitchen sink and covered them with hot waterand washing powder. They scrubbed them with a stiff brush, a bar of soap and a wiry thing. The water foamed into a pile of bubbles as high as their elbows .‘Is it working ?’ Janey asked .Derek flapped the bubbles out of the way and looked into the sink .‘Still green,’ he groaned.They squirted washing-up liquid, polish and floor cleaner in the sink ,but they didn’t work either.‘Maybe we should bash them about like a washing machine,’ said Derek.So they ran outsid and bashed the trousers up and down on Derek’s garden path. But that just picked up more dirt. And Janey thought they were beginning to shrink.‘There’s only one thing for it now,’ she said .‘What’s that?’‘We’ll have to take them to the dry-cleaners.’The heroNext day was Saturday. Derek and Janey caught the first bus into town. The trousers sat on the seat between them, screwed up tight in a plastic bag .Janey could hardly bear to look at them .They waited till the dry –cleaners was empty and then marched in . Janey smiled at the girl and the girl smiled back.‘The trousers, Derek,’ Janey said .‘What about them?’‘Hand them over.’‘I can’t.’‘Why not?’‘Because you’ve got them.’‘No I haven’t . You have.’For a moment or two they stood there staring at each other. Then Derek blinked and said in a quiet voice, ‘Janey, thye’re still on the bus.’Three hours later, tired and fed up, they arrieved at the bus station. They walked up and down till they saw their bus. It was parked in a corner of the yard with two feet sticking out from under it.‘Excuse me,’ Janey said to the feet, ‘we left something on your bus this morning,’The feet wriggled out and a man stood up ,blinking. He wiped his hands on an oily rag.‘What was it ?’ he said .‘A pair of trousers,’ said Derek.‘No,’ said the man .’I haven’t seen any trousers on this bus .Only the ones people were wearing.’He shook his head and tossed the oily rag into a box .As it sailed through the air, a leg unfolded from the grubby bundle. A leg with green stains on it.‘There they are!’ Janey cried.‘Well, well, well,’said the man .’I never noticed that before.’Derek fished the trousers out of the box on the end of a spanner . He held them up to examine them.‘Oh dear,’ he said . ‘They’re worse than ever.’ Janey sighed .‘What’s that?’‘We’ll have to own up.’On Monday Derek and Janey got to school early .They slipped into the classroom and took the trousers out of the bag.They saw the oil from the bus and the dirt from Derek’s garden.They saw the glue and the green paint. They looked at each other and sighed.‘We have to do it,’ said Janey . ‘We have to tell the truth.’Then they put the trousers back o the hanger and went off to look for Mr Such.They found him in the hall .‘Janey, Derek,’ said Mr Such with a smile. ‘What’s all this ?’‘It’s your suit, Mr Such with a smile . ‘What’s all this ?’‘It’s your suit , Mr Such,’ Janey said bravely. ‘We’ve got something to tell you.’But before she could say another word, Mrs Venn burst into the hall and grabbed Mr Such by his arm.‘Chips! Chips!’ she screamed .‘No thank you ,Mrs Venn,’said Mr Such. ‘It’s too early in the morning for chips.’‘No, no, Mr Such. The chips in the kitchen! They’re on fire!’‘What?’Mr Such hurried over to the kitchen doors and pushed them open .A cloudof blue smoke rolled into the hall ..‘My word!’ he said , and backed away again.‘Chuck some water on it, sir!’squeaked Derek.‘You can’t do that,’ said Mr Such. ‘Water will make it worse. I need a cloth or something to smother the flames.’Then he saw the suit dangling ong its hanger from Janey’s finger.‘I think there’s only one thing for it , Mr Such,’ said janey, and Mr Such grabbed the suit.Of course the suit was ruined . It turned into a mangled mess of smoke and grease. Janey tried to tell Mr Such about the green stains and how they tried to clean them off . But Mr Such didn’t really listen.‘Never mind,’ he kept saying. ‘Never mind about that.’Mr Such was the hero of the hour so he was rather pleased with himself. The head promised him another brand new suit and he was pleased wih that , too.‘Jolly good ,’ said Mr Such, ‘I can get a nice , bright white one .’‘Oh, don’t do that ,’ said Janey quickly.‘Why ever not?’‘Well , we think green would suit you better, don’t we , Derek?’‘Much better,’ Derek nodded . ‘We think green’s a lovely colour.如有侵权请联系告知删除，感谢你们的配合！实用文档.。
典范英语-7--Coming-Clean-坦白翻译.
典范英语7 坦白Coming Clean 完美翻译松垮的旧裤子戴瑞克和简妮正大厅一边吃果酱馅蛋糕卷儿一边谈论萨奇先生的裤子。
萨奇先生是他们的老师，他每天都穿那条同样的裤子来学校。
“它是那么皱皱巴巴又肥肥大大。
”简妮说。
“而且又邋遢又厚，”戴瑞克说。
“像一块洗碗布。
”“他还一直穿着。
”“我想他没有别的裤子。
”“松垮的旧裤子，那就是他，”戴瑞克把叉子插进果酱馅蛋糕卷儿时补充说。
“我希望他有一条新的，”简妮说。
就在这时，松垮旧裤子本人进了大厅，简妮嘴巴张得老大，戴瑞克都能看见里面被嚼碎的蛋糕卷。
“怎么了？”他问到。
简妮眨了眨眼指了指。
萨奇先生身穿一身崭新的套装站在那里，衣服一尘不染毫无褶皱。
大厅里每个人都停下用餐，盯着萨奇先生。
“你们别停下，”萨奇先生说着，脸上泛起一点儿红晕，“继续吃。
”“哇！”戴瑞克说着，把身子从盘子上方靠过来，“他看起来变了个人。
”“显得特别精神，”简妮坚定地说，“而且也差不多是时候了。
”那天下午晚些时候，简妮班上的同学结对回到大厅上体育。
“我喜欢这身衣服，先生，”简妮排队进入时对萨奇先生说。
“谢谢你简妮，这身衣服是为家长晚会准备的，真的。
”“家长晚会？”“嗯，我得展示我最好的一面，不是么？”“但是周一才是呀，先生。
”“我知道，戴瑞克，我正在让自己习惯它。
”当他们说话时，维恩小姐从厨房里出来，抱着一盆蛋黄羹。
她看见萨奇先生光亮崭新的套装震撼地跳了起来。
“哦，我的天！”她喊道。
她抓住大厅的一块帘子是自己站稳。
那块蛋羹腾空而起，向萨奇先生飞去。
戴瑞克看到它，迈出一步挡在前面。
蛋羹颤颤悠悠飞过空中然后糊到戴瑞克的汗衫上。
大家鸦雀无声。
戴瑞克站在那里，满脸悲哀，目瞪口呆，浑身都是凉透的蛋羹。
“做得好，戴瑞克，”萨奇先生说，“你救了我的新套装。
”戴瑞克强颜欢笑，这时蛋羹正在往他短裤里渗。
课间休息之后，萨奇先生又换上了他的“擦桌布”裤子。
“离它远点儿，”萨奇先生说着把它挂在橱柜的门上，“离它远远的。
coming-clean(典范英语八第二篇)
第二篇Coming CleanOld Baggy-PantsDerek and Janey were eating jam roly-poly in the hall and talking about Mr Such’s trousers. Mr Such was their teacher and he wore the same trousers to school, day in and day out.‘They’re so crumpled and baggy,’ Janey said.‘And grubby and thick,’ said Derek.‘Like a pair of old dish-cloths.’‘And he wears them all the time.’‘I don’t think he’s got any others.’‘Old Baggy-Pants, that’s what he is ,’ Derek added, sticking his fork into his jam roly-poly.‘I wish he’d get some new ones,’ Janey sighed.At that moment Old Baggy-Pants himself came into the hall. Janey’s mouth fell open and Derek could see the mashed up jam roly-poly inside.‘What’s up ?’ he said.Janey blinked and pointed . There was Mr Such in a brand new suit. A spotless white suit without a crease in it . Everyone in the hall stopped eating and stared at him .‘Carry on ,everyone,’ said Mr Such, a bit red in the face.’ Carry on eating.’‘Wow!’ said Derek, leaning across his plate. ‘He looks so different.’‘He looks smart,’ said Janey firmly. ‘And about time, too.’Later that afternoon Janey’s class trooped back imto the hall for P.E.‘I like the suit, sir,’ Janey told Mr Such as they filed in.‘Thank you , Janey. It’s for Parents’ Evening, really.’‘Parents’ Evening?’‘Yes, I have to look my best for that, don’t I?‘But that’s not till Monday, Mr Such,’ Derek said.‘I know that, Derek. I’m just getting used to it .’While they were talking, Mrs Venn came out of the kitchen with a bowl of custard in her arms.She was so shocked to see Mr Such in his bright new suit she gave a little jump. ‘Oh my gosh !’ she cried.She grabbed one of the hall curtains to steady herself. The custard looped into the air, straight for Mr Such.Derek saw it coming and stepped smartly in the way .The custard wobbled through the air and flopped against Derek’s vest. Everyone fell silent. Derek stood there, looking sad and stunned . And covered in cold custard.‘Well done ,Derek,’ said Mr Such. ‘You’ve saved my brand new suit.’Derek tried to smile but by then the custard was oozing into his shorts.After break , Mr Such changed back into his dish-cloth trousers.‘Please keep clear of this,’ he said, hanging his new suit on the cupboard door. ‘Keep well clear.’A Lovely green colourThe last lesson of the day was art . They had to paint interesting faces .Janey was doing a monster. She put blood –shot bits in his eyes, a boltthrough his neck and green stuff coming out of his nose. She was pleased with the green stuff, but she’d mixed up too much. She asked Derek if he wanted some.‘I do n’t need any green stuff, Janey,’he said . ‘I’m doing a footballer.’‘Well, he could have green stuff coming out of his nose, couldn’t he ?’she said.‘No,’ said Derek. ‘He couldn’t.’‘You could use it for the background. Like grass.’‘I’m not having my footballer running around on green stuff from a monster’s nose, thank you,’ said Derek.He nudged Janey’s elbow, and green stuff spilled over the desk.He tried to stop it trickling onto the floor.Then he reached behind him and rubbed his hands on the towel. Except that it wasn’t the towel.‘Oh,’ he said quietly . ‘What have I done?’Janey could see what had happened.Derek had wiped his hands on Mr Such’s new trousers.‘You’ve done it now,’ she said. ‘Old Baggy-Pants’ll go up the wall when he sees this.’Mr Such was on the other side of the room . He looked up and smiled at them.‘Are you getting on all right, you two ?’ he asked.‘Yes ,thand you ,sir,’ said Janey brightly.She didn’t dare tell him the truth.She grabbed some paper and started to rub at the green marks.‘You daft clod,’ said Derek, ‘you’re making them worse. They’re twice as big now.’They were. Janey looked at Derek and thought hard.‘There’s only one thing for it now ,’she said.‘What’s that?’‘Put them back on the hanger. Then we can clean them up after school.’When Mr Such came over to look at their pictures, the suit was still swing slightly on the cupboard door.‘Oh,’ he said. ‘I love that shade of green, Janey. That’s a lovely colour.’At home time Mr Such pottered around for ages and would not leave them on their own. They stacked chairs as slowly as chairs have ever been stacked .Then, at last, he wandered off to the staffroom.Derek darted over to the sink and turned on the taps. Janey grabbed the trousers and flung them across the room at him. He caught them and plunged them int the simk . He grabbed a plastc bottle and squirted it hard at the trousers.‘What are you doing?’ Janey yelled .‘Washing-up liquid,’ said Derek. ‘That’ll get stains out.’‘That’s not washing-up liquid, Derek. That’s glue.’Almost at once they heard Mr Such outside the door. He came in wearing his anorak and cycle clips. Derek and Janey stood side by side in front of thesink.‘Oh,’ said Mr Such, ‘Are you still here?’‘Nearly finished , sir,’ Janey said , and tried to smile .‘Well, it looks tidy to me . I should run off home now .’He went over to the jacket on the cupboard door .‘Don’t,’ said Derek.‘Don’t, what ?’‘Don’t,’ take the suit,’‘Why ever not?’‘Because… because…’‘Because you might get it dirty,’ Janey said . ‘It’ll be safer if you leave it here. Won’t it , Derek?Derek nodded . Mr Such looked puzzled. His hand was still half way to the jacket.‘It might fall off your bike,’ Janey added . ‘And land on a heap of rubbish or something.’Mr Such lowered his hand.‘Well,’ he said, ‘you might be right . I don’t want any more accidents.’When he’d gone , they put the trousers in a plastic bag and smuggled them off to Derek’s house.They threw the trousers in the kitchen sink and covered them with hot water and washing powder. They scrubbed them with a stiff brush, a bar of soap and a wiry thing. The water foamed into a pile of bubbles as high as theirelbows .‘Is it working ?’ Janey asked .Derek flapped the bubbles out of the way and looked into the sink .‘Still green,’ he groaned.They squirted washing-up liquid, polish and floor cleaner in the sink ,but they didn’t work either.‘Maybe we should bash them about like a washing machine,’ said Derek.So they ran outsid and bashed the trousers up and down on Derek’s garden path. But that just picked up more dirt. And Janey thought they were beginning to shrink.‘There’s only one thing for it now,’ she said .‘What’s that?’‘We’ll have to take them to the dry-cleaners.’The heroNext day was Saturday. Derek and Janey caught the first bus into town. The trousers sat on the seat between them, screwed up tight in a plastic bag .Janey could hardly bear to look at them .They waited till the dry –cleaners was empty and then marched in . Janey smiled at the girl and the girl smiled back.‘The trousers, Derek,’ Janey said .‘What about them?’‘Hand them over.’‘I can’t.’‘Why not?’‘Because you’ve got them.’‘No I haven’t . You have.’For a moment or two they stood there staring at each other. Then Derek blinked and said in a quiet voice, ‘Janey, thye’re still on the bus.’Three hours later, tired and fed up, they arrieved at the bus station. They walked up and down till they saw their bus. It was parked in a corner of the yard with two feet sticking out from under it.‘Excuse me,’ Janey said to the feet, ‘we left something on your bus this morning,’The feet wriggled out and a man stood up ,blinking. He wiped his hands on an oily rag.‘What was it ?’ he said .‘A pair of trousers,’ said Derek.‘No,’ said the man .’I haven’t seen any trousers on this bus .Only the ones people were wearing.’He shook his head and tossed the oily rag into a box .As it sailed through the air, a leg unfolded from the grubby bundle. A leg with green stains on it.‘There they are!’ Janey cried.‘Well, well, well,’said the man .’I never noticed that before.’Derek fished the trousers out of the box on the end of a spanner . He held them up to examine them.‘Oh dear,’ he said . ‘They’re worse than ever.’ Janey sighed .‘What’s that?’‘We’ll have to own up.’On Monday Derek and Janey got to school early .They slipped into the classroom and took the trousers out of the bag.They saw the oil from the bus and the dirt from Derek’s garden.They saw the glue and the green paint. They looked at each other and sighed.‘We have to do it,’ said Janey . ‘We have to tell the truth.’Then they put the trousers back o the hanger and went off to look for Mr Such.They found him in the hall .‘Janey, Derek,’ said Mr Such with a smile. ‘What’s all this ?’‘It’s your suit, Mr Such with a smile . ‘What’s all this ?’‘It’s your suit , Mr Such,’ Janey said bravely. ‘We’ve got something to tell you.’But before she could say another word, Mrs Venn burst into the hall and grabbed Mr Such by his arm.‘Chips! Chips!’ she screamed .‘No thank you ,Mrs Venn,’said Mr Such. ‘It’s too early in the morning for chips.’‘No, no, Mr Such. The chips in the kitchen! They’re on fire!’‘What?’Mr Such hurried over to the kitchen doors and pushed them open .A cloud of blue smoke rolled into the hall .‘My word!’ he said , and backed away again.‘Chuck some water on it, sir!’squeaked Derek.‘You can’t do that,’said Mr Such. ‘Water will make it worse. I need a cloth or something to smother the flames.’Then he saw the suit dangling ong its hanger from Janey’s finger.‘I think there’s only one thing for it , Mr Such,’ said janey, and Mr Such grabbed the suit.Of course the suit was ruined . It turned into a mangled mess of smoke and grease. Janey tried to tell Mr Such about the green stains and how they tried to clean them off . But Mr Such didn’t really listen.‘Never mind,’ he kept saying. ‘Never mind about that.’Mr Such was the hero of the hour so he was rather pleased with himself. The head promised him another brand new suit and he was pleased wih that , too.‘Jolly good ,’ said Mr Such, ‘I can get a nice , bright white one .’‘Oh, don’t do that ,’ said Janey quickly.‘Why ever not?’‘Well , we think green would suit you better, don’t we , Derek?’‘Much better,’ Derek nodded . ‘We think green’s a lovely colour.。
典范英语7整册翻译
典范英语7整册翻译前言《典范英语7》是一本面向中学生的英语教材，旨在帮助学生提高英语水平。
本文档将对《典范英语7》整册进行翻译，并且以Markdown文本格式输出。
内容概述《典范英语7》共分为六个模块，包括基础知识、语法、阅读理解、写作、听力和口语。
每个模块都涵盖了相应的学习内容和练习题，以帮助学生巩固所学的知识点。
模块一：基础知识基础知识模块主要介绍了英语的基本词汇和语法，包括单词的拼写和发音规则，以及句子的基本结构和语法规律。
这个模块的目的是帮助学生打下坚实的语言基础。
模块二：语法语法模块详细介绍了英语中的各种语法知识，如时态、语态、虚拟语气等。
通过学习和练习，学生能够掌握正确使用这些语法知识的能力。
模块三：阅读理解阅读理解模块提供了多种不同主题和难度的文章，帮助学生提高阅读理解能力。
学生需要读文章并回答相关问题，以巩固对文章内容的理解和应用。
模块四：写作写作模块指导学生如何撰写不同类型的英语作文，包括记叙文、议论文、说明文等。
学生通过模仿和练习，培养自己的写作技巧和表达能力。
模块五：听力听力模块提供了丰富的听力材料，如对话、短文等，帮助学生提高听力理解能力。
学生需要听取材料并回答问题，以加强对听力内容的理解和应用。
模块六：口语口语模块旨在培养学生的口语表达能力。
通过实践和练习，学生能够自信地运用英语进行口头表达，并且提高沟通能力和语言流利度。
总结本文对《典范英语7》整册进行了翻译，并以Markdown 文本格式输出。
通过对该教材的介绍，我们可以看出它涵盖了英语学习的各个方面，并且提供了多种练习题和活动，帮助学生巩固所学的知识。
《典范英语7》是一本优秀的英语教材，适合中学生使用，有助于提高他们的英语水平。
典范英语7-2
典范英语7-02Coming Clean （坦白）故事简介：萨奇先生是戴瑞克和简妮的老师，萨奇先生每天都穿同样的皱皱巴巴又肥肥大大裤子来学校。
他们说萨奇老师邋遢，没有别的裤子。
可是有一天萨奇老师穿着一套崭新的衣服来到学样，他们非常惊讶！直到有一天上艺术课戴瑞克在萨奇先生的新裤子上擦了手，弄脏了萨奇先生的新裤子，他们不敢向萨奇先生说，决定背着老师去清洗，可是不但没有洗干净反而还把这套衣服弄丢在公共汽车上，被司机当成抹布用了。
于是他们决定只能向老师承认错误。
很巧的是这一天学校厨房着火了，当时萨奇先生努力去灭火。
灭火时戴瑞克和简妮向萨奇先生承认了错误，萨奇先生根本不听一直向他们说没关系，没关系，最后火被萨奇先生用自己的这套衣服扑灭了，萨奇先生成为他们心中的英雄。
校长也答应给他一套新衣服，而萨奇先生也很高兴。
句子：1、Derek and Janey were eating jam roly-poly in the hall and talking about Mr Such’s trousers. 戴瑞克和简妮正大厅一边吃果酱馅蛋糕卷儿一边谈论萨奇先生的裤子。
2、Mr Such was their teacher and he wore the same trousers to school, day in and day out.萨奇先生是他们的老师 他每天都穿那条同样的裤子来学校3、‘Carry on,everyone,’said Mr Such, a bit red in the face. ‘Carry on eating.“你们别停下”萨奇先生说着 脸上泛起一点儿红晕“继续吃。
”4、There was Mr Such in a brand new suit. A spotless white suit without a crease in it.萨奇先生身穿一身崭新的套装站在那里，衣服一尘不染毫无褶皱。
典范英语coming clean读后感
典范英语coming clean读后感After reading the book "Coming Clean," I was struck by the raw honesty and vulnerability of the author about his struggles with addiction. The memoir delves deep into the author's journey through addiction and recovery, showcasing the highs and lows, as well as the remorse and redemption that come with it.One of the most powerful aspects of the book is the author's willingness to confront his past mistakes and take responsibility for his actions. Through his candid storytelling, he paints a vivid picture of the toll that addiction can take on one's life, relationships, and self-worth. The author's courage to open up about his darkest moments serves as a reminder that no one is immune to the pitfalls of addiction, but that there is always hope for redemption.Another key takeaway from "Coming Clean" is the importance of seeking help and support in times of need. The author's journey to recovery was not a solo effort; it was a collective effort involving loved ones, therapists, and support groups. This message underscores the power of community in overcoming addiction and the importance of breaking the stigma surrounding mental health issues.Overall, "Coming Clean" is a poignant and gripping account of one man's battle with addiction and his ultimate triumph over it. It is a testament to the resilience of the human spirit and a reminder that it is never too late to start anew. Ultimately, the book serves as a beacon of hope for anyone struggling with their own demons, showing that healing and redemption are possible with courage, honesty, and support.。
典范英语ComingClean坦白翻译
典范英语C o m i n g C l e a n坦白翻译集团档案编码：[YTTR-YTPT28-YTNTL98-UYTYNN08]典范英语7坦白ComingClean完美翻译松垮的旧裤子戴瑞克和简妮正大厅一边吃果酱馅蛋糕卷儿一边谈论萨奇先生的裤子。
萨奇先生是他们的老师，他每天都穿那条同样的裤子来学校。
“它是那么皱皱巴巴又肥肥大大。
”简妮说。
“而且又邋遢又厚，”戴瑞克说。
“像一块洗碗布。
”“他还一直穿着。
”“我想他没有别的裤子。
”“松垮的旧裤子，那就是他，”戴瑞克把叉子插进果酱馅蛋糕卷儿时补充说。
“我希望他有一条新的，”简妮说。
就在这时，松垮旧裤子本人进了大厅，简妮嘴巴张得老大，戴瑞克都能看见里面被嚼碎的蛋糕卷。
“怎么了？”他问到。
简妮眨了眨眼指了指。
萨奇先生身穿一身崭新的套装站在那里，衣服一尘不染毫无褶皱。
大厅里每个人都停下用餐，盯着萨奇先生。
“你们别停下，”萨奇先生说着，脸上泛起一点儿红晕，“继续吃。
”“哇！”戴瑞克说着，把身子从盘子上方靠过来，“他看起来变了个人。
”“显得特别精神，”简妮坚定地说，“而且也差不多是时候了。
”那天下午晚些时候，简妮班上的同学结对回到大厅上体育。
“我喜欢这身衣服，先生，”简妮排队进入时对萨奇先生说。
“谢谢你简妮，这身衣服是为家长晚会准备的，真的。
”“家长晚会？”“嗯，我得展示我最好的一面，不是么？”“但是周一才是呀，先生。
”“我知道，戴瑞克，我正在让自己习惯它。
”当他们说话时，维恩小姐从厨房里出来，抱着一盆蛋黄羹。
她看见萨奇先生光亮崭新的套装震撼地跳了起来。
“哦，我的天！”她喊道。
她抓住大厅的一块帘子是自己站稳。
那块蛋羹腾空而起，向萨奇先生飞去。
戴瑞克看到它，迈出一步挡在前面。
蛋羹颤颤悠悠飞过空中然后糊到戴瑞克的汗衫上。
大家鸦雀无声。
戴瑞克站在那里，满脸悲哀，目瞪口呆，浑身都是凉透的蛋羹。
“做得好，戴瑞克，”萨奇先生说，“你救了我的新套装。
”戴瑞克强颜欢笑，这时蛋羹正在往他短裤里渗。
coming clean(典范英语八第二篇)
第二篇Coming CleanOld Baggy-PantsDerek and Janey were eating jam roly-poly in the hall and talking about Mr Such’s trousers. Mr Such was their teacher and he wore the same trousers to school, day in and day out.‘They’re so crumpled and baggy,’ Janey said.‘And grubby and thick,’ said Derek.‘Like a pair of old dish-cloths.’‘And he wears them all the time.’‘I don’t think he’s got any others.’‘Old Baggy-Pants, that’s what he is ,’Derek added, sticking his fork into his jam roly-poly.‘I wish he’d get some new ones,’ Janey sighed.At that moment Old Baggy-Pants himself came into the hall. Janey’s mouth fell open and Derek could see the mashed up jam roly-poly inside.‘What’s up ’ he said.Janey blinked and pointed . There was Mr Such in a brand new suit. A spotless white suit without a crease in it . Everyone in the hall stopped eating and stared at him .‘Carry on ,everyone,’ said Mr Such, a bit red in the face.’ Carry on eating.’‘Wow!’ said Derek, leaning across his plate. ‘He looks so different.’‘He looks smart,’ said Janey firmly. ‘And about time, too.’Later that afternoon Janey’s class trooped back imto the hall for .‘Thank you , Janey. It’s for Parents’ Evening, really.’‘Parents’ Evening’‘Yes, I have to look my best for that, don’t I‘But that’s not till Monday, Mr Such,’ Derek said.‘I know that, Derek. I’m just getting used to it .’While they were talking, Mrs Venn came out of the kitchen with a bowl of custard in her arms.She was so shocked to see Mr Such in his bright new suit she gave a little jump. ‘Oh my gosh !’ she cried.She grabbed one of the hall curtains to steady herself. The custard looped into the air, straight for Mr Such.Derek saw it coming and stepped smartly in the way .The custard wobbled through the air and flopped against Derek’s vest. Everyone fell silent. Derek stood there, looking sad and stunned . And covered in cold custard.‘Well done ,Derek,’ said Mr Such. ‘You’ve saved my brand new suit.’Derek tried to smile but by then the custard was oozing into his shorts.After break , Mr Such changed back into his dish-cloth trousers.‘Please keep clear of this,’ he said, hanging his new suit on the cupboard door. ‘Keep well clear.’A Lovely green colourThe last lesson of the day was art . They had to paint interesting faces .Janey was doing a monster. She put blood –shot bits in his eyes, a bolt through his neck and green stuff coming out of his nose. She was pleased with the green‘I do n’t need any green stuff, Janey,’he said . ‘I’m doing a footballer.’‘Well, he could have green stuff coming out of his nose, couldn’t he ’she said.‘No,’ said Derek. ‘He couldn’t.’‘You could use it for the background. Like grass.’‘I’m not having my footballer running around on green stuff from a monster’s nose, thank you,’ said Derek.He nudged Janey’s elbow, and green stuff spilled over the desk.He tried to stop it trickling onto the floor.Then he reached behind him and rubbed his hands on the towel. Except that it wasn’t the towel.‘Oh,’ he said quietly . ‘What have I done’Janey could see what had had wiped his hands on Mr Such’s new trousers.‘You’ve done it now,’ she said. ‘Old Baggy-Pants’ll go up the wall when he sees this.’Mr Such was on the other side of the room . He looked up and smiled at them.‘Are you getting on all right, you two ’ he asked.‘Yes ,thand you ,sir,’ said Janey brightly.She didn’t dare tell him the truth.She grabbed some paper and started to rub at the green marks.‘You daft clod,’ said Derek, ‘you’re making them worse. They’re twice as big now.’They were. Janey looked at Derek and thought hard.‘There’s only one thing for it now ,’she said.‘Put them back on the hanger. Then we can clean them up after school.’When Mr Such came over to look at their pictures, the suit was still swing slightly on the cupboard door.‘Oh,’ he said. ‘I love that shade of green, Janey. That’s a lovely colour.’At home time Mr Such pottered around for ages and would not leave them on their own. They stacked chairs as slowly as chairs have ever been stacked .Then, at last, he wandered off to the staffroom.Derek darted over to the sink and turned on the taps. Janey grabbed the trousers and flung them across the room at him. He caught them and plunged them int the simk . He grabbed a plastc bottle and squirted it hard at the trousers.‘What are you doing’ Janey yelled .‘Washing-up liquid,’ said Derek. ‘That’ll get stains out.’‘That’s not washing-up liquid, Derek. That’s glue.’Almost at once they heard Mr Such outside the door. He came in wearing his anorak and cycle clips. Derek and Janey stood side by side in front of the sink.‘Oh,’ said Mr Such, ‘Are you still here’‘Nearly finished , sir,’ Janey said , and tried to smile .‘Well, it looks tidy to me . I should run off home now .’He went over to the jacket on the cupboard door .‘Don’t,’ said Derek.‘Don’t, what ’‘Don’t,’ take the suit,’‘Because… because…’‘Because you might get it dirty,’ Janey said . ‘It’ll be safer if you leave it here. Won’t it , DerekDerek nodded . Mr Such looked puzzled. His hand was still half way to the jacket.‘It might fall off your bike,’ Janey added . ‘And land on a heap of rubbish or something.’Mr Such lowered his hand.‘Well,’ he said, ‘you might be right . I don’t want any more accidents.’When he’d gone , they put the trousers in a plastic bag and smuggled them off to Derek’s house.They threw the trousers in the kitchen sink and covered them with hot water and washing powder. They scrubbed them with a stiff brush, a bar of soap and a wiry thing. The water foamed into a pile of bubbles as high as their elbows .‘Is it working ’ Janey asked .Derek flapped the bubbles out of the way and looked into the sink .‘Still green,’ he groaned.They squirted washing-up liquid, polish and floor cleaner in the sink ,but they didn’t work either.‘Maybe we should bash them about like a washing machine,’ said Derek.So they ran outsid and bashed the trousers up and down on Derek’s garden path. But that just picked up more dirt. And Janey thought they were beginning to shrink.‘What’s that’‘We’ll have to take them to the dry-cleaners.’The heroNext day was Saturday. Derek and Janey caught the first bus into town. The trousers sat on the seat between them, screwed up tight in a plastic bag .Janey could hardly bear to look at them .They waited till the dry –cleaners was empty and then marched in . Janey smiled at the girl and the girl smiled back.‘The trousers, Derek,’ Janey said .‘What about them’‘Hand them over.’‘I can’t.’‘Why not’‘Because you’ve got them.’‘No I haven’t . You have.’For a moment or two they stood there staring at each other. Then Derek blinked and said in a quiet voice, ‘Janey, thye’re still on the bus.’Three hours later, tired and fed up, they arrieved at the bus station. They walked up and down till they saw their bus. It was parked in a corner of the yard with two feet sticking out from under it.‘Excuse me,’Janey said to the feet, ‘we left something on your bus this morning,’The feet wriggled out and a man stood up ,blinking. He wiped his hands on an‘What was it ’ he said .‘A pair of trousers,’ said Derek.‘No,’said the man .’I haven’t seen any trousers on this bus .Only the ones people were wearing.’He shook his head and tossed the oily rag into a box .As it sailed through the air, a leg unfolded from the grubby bundle. A leg with green stains on it.‘There they are!’ Janey cried.‘Well, well, well,’said the man .’I never noticed that before.’Derek fished the trousers out of the box on the end of a spanner . He held them up to examine them.‘Oh dear,’ he said . ‘They’re worse than ever.’ Janey sighed .‘What’s that’‘We’ll have to own up.’On Monday Derek and Janey got to school early .They slipped into the classroom and took the trousers out of the bag.They saw the oil from the bus and the dirt from Derek’s saw the glue and the green paint. They looked at each other and sighed.‘We have to do it,’ said Janey . ‘We have to tell the truth.’Then they put the trousers back o the hanger and went off to look for Mr Such.They found him in the hall .‘Janey, Derek,’ said Mr Such with a smile. ‘What’s all this ’‘It’s your suit, Mr Such with a smile . ‘What’s all this ’But before she could say another word, Mrs Venn burst into the hall and grabbed Mr Such by his arm.‘Chips! Chips!’ she screamed .‘No thank you ,Mrs Venn,’said Mr Such. ‘It’s too early in the morning for chips.’‘No, no, Mr Such. The chips in the kitchen! They’re on fire!’‘What’Mr Such hurried over to the kitchen doors and pushed them open .A cloud of blue smoke rolled into the hall .‘My word!’ he said , and backed away again.‘Chuck some water on it, sir!’squeaked Derek.‘You can’t do that,’ said Mr Such. ‘Water will make it worse. I need a cloth or something to smother the flames.’Then he saw the suit dangling ong its hanger from Janey’s finger.‘I think there’s only one thing for it , Mr Such,’said janey, and Mr Such grabbed the suit.Of course the suit was ruined . It turned into a mangled mess of smoke and grease. Janey tried to tell Mr Such about the green stains and how they tried to clean them off . But Mr Such didn’t really listen.‘Never mind,’ he kept saying. ‘Never mind about that.’Mr Such was the hero of the hour so he was rather pleased with himself. The head promised him another brand new suit and he was pleased wih that , too.‘Jolly good ,’ said Mr Such, ‘I can get a nice , bright white one .’‘Why ever not’‘Well , we think green would suit you better, don’t we , Derek’‘Much better,’ Derek nodded . ‘We think green’s a lovely colour.。
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典范英语7 坦白Coming Clean 完美翻译松垮的旧裤子戴瑞克和简妮正大厅一边吃果酱馅蛋糕卷儿一边谈论萨奇先生的裤子。
萨奇先生是他们的老师，他每天都穿那条同样的裤子来学校。
“它是那么皱皱巴巴又肥肥大大。
”简妮说。
“而且又邋遢又厚，”戴瑞克说。
“像一块洗碗布。
”“他还一直穿着。
”“我想他没有别的裤子。
”“松垮的旧裤子，那就是他，”戴瑞克把叉子插进果酱馅蛋糕卷儿时补充说。
“我希望他有一条新的，”简妮说。
就在这时，松垮旧裤子本人进了大厅，简妮嘴巴张得老大，戴瑞克都能看见里面被嚼碎的蛋糕卷。
“怎么了？”他问到。
简妮眨了眨眼指了指。
萨奇先生身穿一身崭新的套装站在那里，衣服一尘不染毫无褶皱。
大厅里每个人都停下用餐，盯着萨奇先生。
“你们别停下，”萨奇先生说着，脸上泛起一点儿红晕，“继续吃。
”“哇！”戴瑞克说着，把身子从盘子上方靠过来，“他看起来变了个人。
”“显得特别精神，”简妮坚定地说，“而且也差不多是时候了。
”那天下午晚些时候，简妮班上的同学结对回到大厅上体育。
“我喜欢这身衣服，先生，”简妮排队进入时对萨奇先生说。
“谢谢你简妮，这身衣服是为家长晚会准备的，真的。
”“家长晚会？”“嗯，我得展示我最好的一面，不是么？”“但是周一才是呀，先生。
”“我知道，戴瑞克，我正在让自己习惯它。
”当他们说话时，维恩小姐从厨房里出来，抱着一盆蛋黄羹。
她看见萨奇先生光亮崭新的套装震撼地跳了起来。
“哦，我的天！”她喊道。
她抓住大厅的一块帘子是自己站稳。
那块蛋羹腾空而起，向萨奇先生飞去。
戴瑞克看到它，迈出一步挡在前面。
蛋羹颤颤悠悠飞过空中然后糊到戴瑞克的汗衫上。
大家鸦雀无声。
戴瑞克站在那里，满脸悲哀，目瞪口呆，浑身都是凉透的蛋羹。
“做得好，戴瑞克，”萨奇先生说，“你救了我的新套装。
”戴瑞克强颜欢笑，这时蛋羹正在往他短裤里渗。
课间休息之后，萨奇先生又换上了他的“擦桌布”裤子。
“离它远点儿，”萨奇先生说着把它挂在橱柜的门上，“离它远远的。
”一抹迷人的绿色最后一节是艺术课。
他们要涂有趣的面孔。
简妮正在画一个怪兽：一条闪电划过它的脖子，眼睛布满血丝，鼻子里还流出绿色的东西。
她对这些绿颜料很满意，但是她调的太多了。
于是她问戴瑞克是否需要。
“我一点也不需要，简妮，”他说，“我正在画足球运动员。
”“好呀，他鼻子里可以流出绿色的东西呀，不是么？”“不，他不可以。
”“你可以用来涂操场，像草一样。
”“我不会让我的运动员在从你的怪兽鼻子里流出的东西上跑的，谢谢，”戴瑞克说。
他用胳膊肘碰了碰简妮的胳膊肘，绿颜料泼了一桌子。
他努力阻止它流到地板上。
然后他把手伸到后面用毛巾擦手，但那不是毛巾。
“喔，”他小声说，“看我做了什么。
”简妮目睹了一切：戴瑞克在萨奇先生的新裤子上擦了手。
“你已经擦了，‘松垮旧裤子’看到会气疯的。
”萨奇先生就在教室另一头，他抬头对他们笑了笑。
“你们俩画好了？”萨奇先生问。
“是的，谢谢，先生。
”简妮欢快地回答。
她不敢告诉他实话。
她抓了一些纸开始擦那些绿斑。
“你这傻瓜，”戴瑞克说，“你越帮越忙，它们两倍那么大了。
”真的是那样。
简妮看着戴瑞克冥思苦想。
“现在只有一个办法了”简妮说。
“什么？”“把它放回衣架，等放学了我们可以洗。
”当萨奇先生走过来看他们的画时，衣服还在橱柜的门上轻轻摇摆。
“哦，”他说，“我喜欢那层绿色，那真是种迷人的颜色。
”到回家的时间了，萨奇先生慢悠悠地磨蹭了好半天，不让他们自己呆着。
他们把椅子一把一把地叠起来，像它们原来被叠起的一样。
终于，到最后，他离开了教师休息室。
戴瑞克冲向洗手池，打开水龙头。
简妮抓住裤子，隔着屋子朝他扔去。
他接住，放进了洗手池。
然后拿起一个塑料瓶使劲往裤子上喷。
“你在干什么？”简妮喊道。
“洗涤液呀，可以去掉污渍。
”“那不是洗涤液，是胶水。
”正在这时他们听到萨奇先生来到门外。
萨奇先生穿着防水衣，夹着裤腿夹进来，看到戴瑞克和简妮肩并肩站在洗手池旁。
“喔，你们怎么还在这里？”“快完了，先生，”简妮说着勉强笑了笑。
“好吧，对我来说这太整洁了，我现在得赶快回家了。
”他走到挂夹克的橱柜门前。
“不要，”戴瑞克说。
“不要什么？”“不要拿衣服。
”“为什么？”“因为…因为…”“因为你可能把它弄脏，”简妮说，“让它呆在那里不是更安全。
对不对，戴瑞克？”戴瑞克点点头，萨奇先生很困惑，却仍旧把手往夹克那里伸去。
“它可能从你的自行车上掉下来，”简妮补充道，“掉到一堆垃圾或者别的东西上。
”萨奇先生放下他的手。
“嗯，你可能是对的，我不想有任何别的意外。
”当萨奇先生走了之后，他们把裤子放进一个塑料袋里，偷偷拿到了戴瑞克家里。
他们把裤子扔进厨房的水池，浇上热水，撒上洗衣粉。
然后涂上肥皂，在用金属硬刷子刷。
水里冒出一堆泡泡，和他们的胳膊肘一样高。
“管用吗？”简妮问。
戴瑞克拍开挡在前面的泡泡往池子里看。
“还是绿的，”他抱怨到。
他们又喷上洗涤液，上光剂，地板清洗剂，但是也都不起作用。
“也许我们应该向洗衣机一样把他甩一甩。
”戴瑞克说。
于是他们跑到外面，在戴瑞克家花园路上把裤子甩来甩去，但裤子仅仅是沾上了更多尘土。
简妮觉得裤子开始缩水了。
“现在只有一个办法了。
”简妮说。
“什么办法？”“我们得把它带到干洗店。
”英雄第二天是星期天，戴瑞克和简妮坐上进城的头班车。
在他俩座位的中间，那条裤子紧紧绞成一团装在一个塑料袋里。
简妮几乎不忍心看它。
他们等到干洗店没人才大步走进去。
简妮对小姑娘笑了笑，小姑娘也笑了一下以示回应。
“裤子，戴瑞克。
”简妮说。
“裤子？”“拿过来。
”“办不到。
”“怎么了？”“因为你拿着呀。
”“我没有呀，不是你拿着么。
”就在那是他俩呆呆地站在那里互相看着对方。
然后戴瑞克眨了眨眼，轻轻说：“简妮，它还在车上。
”三个小时后，他们又累又烦地赶到汽车站。
他们来来回回地找，最终他俩坐过的汽车。
汽车停在院子的一个角落，还有两条腿从下面伸出来。
“打扰了，”简妮对着两条腿说，“我们在你的车上落了一些东西。
”然后只见两条腿扭动着出来，站起一个人，眨了眨眼，用一块油乎乎的抹布擦了擦手。
“什么东西？”他问。
“一条裤子，”戴瑞克回答。
“没有，”那个人说，“我没有在车上看到任何裤子，除了人们穿的那些。
”他摇摇头把油乎乎的抹布扔进一个箱子。
当抹布在空中飞过时，从里面展开了一条裤腿，一条带绿斑的裤腿。
“它在那儿。
”简妮大喊。
“啧、啧、啧，”那个人说，“我刚才没有注意到。
”戴瑞克用扳手把的头把裤子从箱子里挑出来，举起来仔细看了看。
“哦，天哪，”他说，“它比原来更糟了。
”“现在只有一个办法了。
”简妮叹息道。
“什么办法？”“我们只能坦白承认了。
”星期一戴瑞克和简妮早早来到学校，他们溜进教室，把裤子从袋子里面拿出来。
他们看到了车上的油和花园里的灰尘，还有胶水和绿斑，然后互相看看，叹了一口气。
“我们只能这样做了，”简妮说，“我们得说实话了。
”他们把裤子放回衣架，出去找萨奇先生。
他俩在大厅找到了萨奇先生。
“简妮，戴瑞克，”萨奇先生笑着说，“这都是怎么回事？”“是你的衣服，先生，”简妮勇敢地说，“我们有事要跟您说。
”没等他们开口，维安小姐就闯进大厅一把抓住萨奇先生的手臂。
“薯条！薯条！”她尖叫到。
“不了，谢谢，维安小姐，”萨奇先生说，“早上吃薯条太早了。
”“不，不，萨奇先生，是厨房里的薯条！它们着火了！”“什么？”萨奇先生匆忙赶到厨房门前然后推开门，一股浓浓的蓝烟滚滚而来，涌进了大厅。
“好家伙！”萨奇先生说着又退了回来。
“往上面浇些水，先生！”戴瑞克尖声喊到。
“不能那样做，”萨奇先生说，“水会弄糟的，我需要一块布或者别的东西捂住火苗。
”这时他看见简妮手指勾着的衣服架上悬荡着的那套衣服。
“只有一样东西了，萨奇先生，”简妮说着，萨奇先生抓住那套衣服。
当然那套衣服毁了。
它变成一团冒着烟、油乎乎、脏兮兮的东西。
简妮想告诉萨奇先生关于那些绿斑以及他们怎样努力想把它们清洗掉，但是萨奇先生根本不听。
“没关系，”他一直说，“没一点关系。
”萨奇先生是当时的英雄，因此他自我感觉非常好。
校长答应给他一套新衣服，而他也很高兴。
“太好了，”萨奇先生说，“我可以有一套更漂亮更亮白的了。
”“哦，不要那样，”简妮快速说。
“为什么不？”“嗯~，我们觉得绿色更适合你，不是么，戴瑞克？”“更适合，”戴瑞克点头说，“我们觉得绿色是一种迷人的颜色。
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