《高级英语》课文逐句翻译(12)
高级英语读写译教程翻译及答案讲解
Unit OneSection AThe Green Banana 参考译文青香蕉[1] 我与青香蕉的邂逅始于巴西内地一条陡峭的山路上，尽管这样的事也可能发生在其它任何地方。
正当我的老掉牙的吉普车吃力地爬着坡，穿过风景迷人的乡野时，车子散热器开始漏水了，而那里距最近的修理铺有十英里路。
发动机温度太高，逼得我在下一个村庄边把车停下。
村里有一家小店和零散的一些房屋。
人们过来围观。
三股细细的热水从散热器外壳的漏洞喷出。
“这好修理，”一个男人说。
他叫一男孩跑去拿几根青香蕉来。
这人拍着我的肩膀要我相信一切都会解决的。
“青香蕉，”他微笑着说。
周围的人表示赞同。
[2] 我们互相寒暄的同时，我琢磨着青香蕉能会有什么用。
要是追问的话就显得我无知。
所以我就评论起这一带的美景了。
巨大的岩石构造像里约热内卢的糖塔山一样耸立在我们的周围。
“你看见那边那块高高的岩石了吗？”这位要帮我忙的男人指着一座细长高耸的黑色岩块的尖顶问道。
“那块岩石标志着世界的中心。
”[3] 我看着他，想知道他是否在开我玩笑，但他满脸严肃的表情。
这时他也仔细地盯着我，看我是否理解了他那话的含义。
此时此刻需要我做出认可的表示。
“世界的中心？”我重复着。
尽管我不是全然相信，仍竭力表示出我很感兴趣。
他点点头，“绝对是中心。
这一带，人人皆知。
”[4] 这时一个男孩拿着为我摘的青香蕉回来了。
那个人把香蕉掰成两半，把断面压在散热器的外壳上。
香蕉碰在热金属上后，化成了胶状物，立即就把漏洞堵住了。
所有人都被我惊讶的神态逗乐了。
他们重新灌满了我的散热器，并给我了一些备用的香蕉带上。
路上我又用青香蕉堵了一次。
一小时后，我和我的散热器到达了目的地。
当地的机修工笑着对我说：“谁教你用青香蕉的？”我说出了那个村子。
”“他们让你看标志着世界中心的那块岩石了吗？”他问道。
我作了肯定的回答。
“我的爷爷是那儿人。
”他说，“那儿是正中心，这一带的所有人都知道。
”[5] 作为美国高等教育的产物，我还从未对青香蕉发生过一丁点儿兴趣，只不过把它作为一种成熟时机未到的水果。
(完整版)高级英语第一册(修订本)第12课Lesson12TheLoons原文和翻译
The LoonsMargarel Laurence1、Just below Manawaka, where the Wachakwa River ran brown and noisy over the pebbles , the scrub oak and grey-green willow and chokecherry bushes grew in a dense thicket . In a clearing at the centre of the thicket stood the Tonnerre family's shack. The basis at this dwelling was a small square cabin made of poplar poles and chinked with mud, which had been built by Jules Tonnerre some fifty years before, when he came back from Batoche with a bullet in his thigh, the year that Riel was hung and the voices of the Metis entered their long silence. Jules had only intended to stay the winter in the Wachakwa Valley, but the family was still there in the thirties, when I was a child. As the Tonnerres had increased, their settlement had been added to, until the clearing at the foot of the town hill was a chaos of lean-tos, wooden packing cases, warped lumber, discarded car types, ramshackle chicken coops , tangled strands of barbed wire and rusty tin cans.2、The Tonnerres were French half breeds, and among themselves they spoke a patois that was neither Cree nor French. Their English was broken and full of obscenities. They did not belong among the Cree of the Galloping Mountain reservation, further north, and they did not belong among theScots-Irish and Ukrainians of Manawaka, either. They were, as my Grandmother MacLeod would have put it, neither flesh, fowl, nor good salt herring . When their men were not working at odd jobs or as section hands onthe C.P. R. they lived on relief. In the summers, one of the Tonnerre youngsters, with a face that seemed totally unfamiliar with laughter, would knock at the doors of the town's brick houses and offer for sale a lard -pail full of bruised wild strawberries, and if he got as much as a quarter he would grab the coin and run before the customer had time to change her mind. Sometimes old Jules, or his son Lazarus, would get mixed up in a Saturday-night brawl , and would hit out at whoever was nearest or howl drunkenly among the offended shoppers on Main Street, and then the Mountie would put them for the night in the barred cell underneath the Court House, and the next morning they would be quiet again.3、Piquette Tonnerre, the daughter of Lazarus, was in my class at school. She was older than I, but she had failed several grades, perhaps because her attendance had always been sporadic and her interest in schoolwork negligible . Part of the reason she had missed a lot of school was that she had had tuberculosis of the bone, and had once spent many months in hospital. I knew this because my father was the doctor who had looked after her. Her sickness was almost the only thing I knew about her, however. Otherwise, she existed for me only as a vaguely embarrassing presence, with her hoarse voice and her clumsy limping walk and her grimy cotton dresses that were always miles too long. I was neither friendly nor unfriendly towards her. She dwelt and moved somewhere within my scope of vision, but I did not actually notice her very much until that peculiar summer when I was eleven.4、"I don't know what to do about that kid." my father said at dinner one evening. "Piquette Tonnerre, I mean. The damn bone's flared up again. I've had her in hospital for quite a while now, and it's under control all right, but I hate like the dickens to send her home again."5、"Couldn't you explain to her mother that she has to rest a lot?" my mother said.6、"The mother's not there" my father replied. "She took off a few years back. Can't say I blame her. Piquette cooks for them, and she says Lazarus would never do anything for himself as long as she's there. Anyway, I don't think she'd take much care of herself, once she got back. She's only thirteen, after all. Beth, I was thinking—What about taking her up to Diamond Lake with us this summer?A couple of months rest would give that bone a much better chance."7、My mother looked stunned.8、"But Ewen -- what about Roddie and Vanessa?"9、"She's not contagious ," my father said. "And it would be company for Vanessa."10、"Oh dear," my mother said in distress, "I'll bet anything she has nits in her hair."11、"For Pete's sake," my father said crossly, "do you think Matron would let her stay in the hospital for all this time like that? Don't be silly, Beth. "12、Grandmother MacLeod, her delicately featured face as rigid as a cameo , now brought her mauve -veined hands together as though she were about to begin prayer.13、"Ewen, if that half breed youngster comes along to Diamond Lake, I'm not going," she announced. "I'll go to Morag's for the summer."14、I had trouble in stifling my urge to laugh, for my mother brightened visibly and quickly tried to hide it. If it came to a choice between Grandmother MacLeod and Piquette, Piquette would win hands down, nits or not.15、"It might be quite nice for you, at that," she mused. "You haven't seen Morag for over a year, and you might enjoy being in the city for a while. Well, Ewen dear, you do what you think best. If you think it would do Piquette some good, then we' II be glad to have her, as long as she behaves herself."16、So it happened that several weeks later, when we all piled into my father's old Nash, surrounded by suitcases and boxes of provisions and toys for my ten-month-old brother, Piquette was with us and Grandmother MacLeod, miraculously, was not. My father would only be staying at the cottage for a couple of weeks, for he had to get back to his practice, but the rest of us would stay at Diamond Lake until the end of August.17、Our cottage was not named, as many were, "Dew Drop Inn" or "Bide-a-Wee," or "Bonnie Doon”. The sign on the roadway bore in austere letters only our name, MacLeod. It was not a large cottage, but it was on the lakefront. You could look out the windows and see, through the filigree of the spruce trees, the water glistening greenly as the sun caught it. All around the cottage were ferns, and sharp-branched raspberrybushes, and moss that had grown over fallen tree trunks, If you looked carefully among the weeds and grass, you could find wild strawberry plants which were in white flower now and in another month would bear fruit, the fragrant globes hanging like miniaturescarlet lanterns on the thin hairy stems. The two grey squirrels were still there, gossiping at us from the tall spruce beside the cottage, and by the end of the summer they would again be tame enough to take pieces of crust from my hands. The broad mooseantlers that hung above the back door were a little more bleached and fissured after the winter, but otherwise everything was the same. I raced joyfully around my kingdom, greeting all the places I had not seen for a year. My brother, Roderick, who had not been born when we were here last summer, sat on the car rug in the sunshine and examined a brown spruce cone, meticulously turning it round and round in his small and curious hands. My mother and father toted the luggage from car to cottage, exclaiming over how well the place had wintered, no broken windows, thank goodness, no apparent damage from storm felled branches or snow.18、Only after I had finished looking around did I notice Piquette. She was sitting on the swing her lame leg held stiffly out, and her other foot scuffing the ground as she swung slowly back and forth. Her long hair hung black and straight around her shoulders, and her broad coarse-featured face bore no expression -- it was blank, as though she no longer dwelt within her own skull, as though she had gone elsewhere.I approached her very hesitantly.19、"Want to come and play?"20、Piquette looked at me with a sudden flash of scorn.21、"I ain't a kid," she said.22、Wounded, I stamped angrily away, swearing I would not speak to her for the rest of the summer. In the days that followed, however, Piquette began to interest me, and l began to want to interest her. My reasons did not appear bizarre to me. Unlikely as it may seem, I had only just realised that the Tonnerre family, whom I had always heard Called half breeds, were actually Indians, or as near as made no difference. My acquaintance with Indians was not expensive. I did not remember ever having seen a real Indian, and my new awareness that Piquette sprang from the people of Big Bear and Poundmaker, of Tecumseh, of the Iroquois who had eaten Father Brébeuf's heart--all this gave her an instant attraction in my eyes. I was devoted reader of Pauline Johnson at this age, and sometimes would orate aloud and in an exalted voice, West Wind, blow fromyour prairie nest, Blow from the mountains, blow from the west--and so on. It seemed to me that Piquette must be in some way a daughter of the forest, a kind of junior prophetess of the wilds, who might impart to me, if I took the right approach, some of the secrets which she undoubtedly knew --where the whippoorwill made her nest, how the coyote reared her young, or whatever it was that it said in Hiawatha.23、I set about gaining Piquette's trust. She was not allowed to go swimming, with her bad leg, but I managed to lure her down to the beach-- or rather, she came because there was nothing else to do. The water was always icy, for the lake was fed by springs, but I swam like a dog, thrashing my arms and legs around at such speed and with such an output of energy that I never grew cold. Finally, when I had enough, I came out and sat beside Piquette on the sand. When she saw me approaching, her hands squashed flat the sand castle she had been building, and she looked at me sullenly, without speaking.24、"Do you like this place?" I asked, after a while, intending to lead on from there into the question of forest lore .25、Piquette shrugged. "It's okay. Good as anywhere."26、"I love it, "1 said. "We come here every summer."27、"So what?" Her voice was distant, and I glanced at her uncertainly, wondering what I could have said wrong.28、"Do you want to come for a walk?" I asked her. "We wouldn't need to go far. If you walk just around the point there, you come to a bay where great big reeds grow in the water, and all kinds of fish hang around there. Want to? Come on."29、She shook her head.30、"Your dad said I ain't supposed to do no more walking than I got to." I tried another line.31、"I bet you know a lot about the woods and all that, eh?" I began respectfully.32、Piquette looked at me from her large dark unsmiling eyes.33、"I don't know what in hell you're talkin' about," she replied. "You nuts or somethin'? If you mean where my old man, and me, and all them live, you better shut up, by Jesus, you hear?"34、I was startled and my feelings were hurt, but I had a kind of dogged perseverance. I ignored her rebuff.35、"You know something, Piquette? There's loons here, on this lake. You can see their nests just up the shore there, behind those logs. At night, you can hear them even from the cottage, but it's better to listen from the beach. My dad says we should listen and try to remember how they sound, because in a fewyears when more cottages are built at Diamond Lake and more people come in, the loons will go away."36、Piquette was picking up stones and snail shells and then dropping them again.37、"Who gives a good goddamn?" she said.38、It became increasingly obvious that, as an Indian, Piquette was a dead loss. That evening I went out by myself, scrambling through the bushes that overhung the steep path, my feet slipping on the fallen spruce needles that covered the ground. When I reached the shore, I walked along the firm damp sand to the small pier that my father had built, and sat down there. I heard someone else crashing through the undergrowth and the bracken, and for a moment I thought Piquette had changed her mind, but it turned out to be my father. He sat beside me on the pier and we waited, without speaking.38、At night the lake was like black glass with a streak of amber which was the path of the moon. All around, the spruce trees grew tall and close-set, branches blackly sharp against the sky, which was lightened by a cold flickering of stars. Then the loons began their calling. They rose like phantom birds from the nests on the shore, and flew out onto the dark still surface of the water.40、No one can ever describe that ululating sound, the crying of the loons, and no one who has heard it can ever forget it. Plaintive , and yet with a qualityof chilling mockery , those voices belonged to a world separated by aeon from our neat world of summer cottages and the lighted lamps of home.41、"They must have sounded just like that," my father remarked, "before any person ever set foot here." Then he laughed. "You could say the same, of course, about sparrows or chipmunk, but somehow it only strikes you that way with the loons."42、"I know," I said.43、Neither of us suspected that this would be the last time we would ever sit here together on the shore, listening. We stayed for perhaps half an hour, and then we went back to the cottage. My mother was reading beside the fireplace. Piquette was looking at the burning birch log, and not doing anything.44、"You should have come along," I said, although in fact I was glad she had not.45、"Not me", Piquette said. "You wouldn’ catch me walkin' way down there jus' for a bunch of squawkin' birds."46、Piquette and I remained ill at ease with one another. felt I had somehow failed my father, but I did not know what was the matter, nor why she Would not or could not respond when I suggested exploring the woods or Playing house. I thought it was probably her slow and difficult walking that held her back. Shestayed most of the time in the cottage with my mother, helping her with the dishes or with Roddie, but hardly ever talking. Then the Duncans arrived at their cottage, and I spent my days with Mavis, who was my best friend. I could not reach Piquette at all, and I soon lost interest in trying. But all that summer she remained as both a reproach and a mystery to me.47、That winter my father died of pneumonia, after less than a week's illness. For some time I saw nothing around me, being completely immersed in my own pain and my mother's. When I looked outward once more, I scarcely noticed that Piquette Tonnerre was no longer at school. I do not remember seeing her at all until four years later, one Saturday night when Mavis and I were having Cokes in the Regal Café. The jukebox was booming like tuneful thunder, and beside it, leaning lightly on its chrome and its rainbow glass, was a girl.48、Piquette must have been seventeen then, although she looked about twenty. I stared at her, astounded that anyone could have changed so much. Her face, so stolidand expressionless before, was animated now with a gaiety that was almost violent. She laughed and talked very loudly with the boys around her. Her lipstick was bright carmine, and her hair was cut Short and frizzily permed . She had not been pretty as a child, and she was not pretty now, for her features were still heavy and blunt. But her dark and slightly slanted eyes were beautiful, and her skin-tight skirt and orange sweater displayed to enviable advantage a soft and slender body.49、She saw me, and walked over. She teetered a little, but it was not due to her once-tubercular leg, for her limp was almost gone.50、"Hi, Vanessa," Her voice still had the same hoarseness . "Long time no see, eh?"51、"Hi," I said "Where've you been keeping yourself, Piquette?"52、"Oh, I been around," she said. "I been away almost two years now. Been all over the place--Winnipeg, Regina, Saskatoon. Jesus, what I could tell you! I come back this summer, but I ain't stayin'. You kids go in to the dance?"53、"No," I said abruptly, for this was a sore point with me. I was fifteen, and thought I was old enough to go to the Saturday-night dances at the Flamingo. My mother, however, thought otherwise.54、"Y'oughta come," Piquette said. "I never miss one. It's just about the on'y thing in this jerkwater55、town that's any fun. Boy, you couldn' catch me stayin' here. I don' givea shit about this place. It stinks."56、She sat down beside me, and I caught the harsh over-sweetness of her perfume.57、"Listen, you wanna know something, Vanessa?" she confided , her voice only slightly blurred. "Your dad was the only person in Manawaka that ever done anything good to me."58、I nodded speechlessly. I was certain she was speaking the truth. I knewa little more than I had that summer at Diamond Lake, but I could not reach her now any more than I had then, I was ashamed, ashamed of my own timidity, the frightened tendency to look the other way. Yet I felt no real warmth towards her-- I only felt that I ought to, because of that distant summer and because my father had hoped she would be company for me, or perhaps that I would be for her, but it had not happened that way. At this moment, meeting her again, I had to admit that she repelled and embarrassed me, and I could not help despising the self-pity in her voice. I wished she would go away. I did not want to see her did not know what to say to her. It seemed that we had nothing to say to one another.59、"I'll tell you something else," Piquette went on. "All the old bitches an' biddies in this town will sure be surprised. I'm gettin' married this fall -- my boy friend, he's an English fella, works in the stockyards in the city there, a very tall guy, got blond wavy hair. Gee, is he ever handsome. Got this real Hiroshima name. Alvin Gerald Cummings--some handle, eh? They call him Al."60、For the merest instant, then I saw her. I really did see her, for the first and only time in all the years we had both lived in the same town. Her defiantface, momentarily, became unguarded and unmasked, and in her eyes there was a terrifying hope.61、"Gee, Piquette --" I burst out awkwardly, "that's swell. That's really wonderful. Congratulations—good luck--I hope you'll be happy--"62、As l mouthed the conventional phrases, I could only guess how great her need must have been, that she had been forced to seek the very things she so bitterly rejected.63、When I was eighteen, I left Manawaka and went away to college. At the end of my first year, I came back home for the summer. I spent the first few days in talking non-stop with my mother, as we exchanged all the news that somehow had not found its way into letters-- what had happened in my life and what had happened here in Manawaka while I was away. My mother searched her memory for events that concerned people I knew.64、"Did I ever write you about Piquette Tonnerre, Vanessa?" she asked one morning.65、"No, I don't think so," I replied. "Last I heard of her, she was going to marry some guy in the city. Is she still there?"66、My mother looked Hiroshima , and it was a moment before she spoke, as though she did not know how to express what she had to tell and wished she did not need to try.67、"She's dead," she said at last. Then, as I stared at her, "Oh, Vanessa, when it happened, I couldn't help thinking of her as she was that summer--so sullen and gauche and badly dressed. I couldn't help wondering if we could have done something more at that time--but what could we do? She used to be around in the cottage there with me all day, and honestly it was all I could do to get a word out of her. She didn't even talk to your father very much, althoughI think she liked him in her way."68、"What happened?" I asked.69、"Either her husband left her, or she left him," my mother said. "I don't know which. Anyway, she came back here with two youngsters, both only babies--they must have been born very close together. She kept house, I guess, for Lazarus and her brothers, down in the valley there, in the old Tonnerre place.I used to see her on the street sometimes, but she never spoke to me. She'd put on an awful lot of weight, and she looked a mess, to tell you the truth, a real slattern , dressed any old how. She was up in court a couple of times--drunk and disorderly, of course. One Saturday night last winter, during the coldest weather, Piquette was alone in the shack with the children. The Tonnerres made home brew all the time, so I've heard, and Lazarus said later she'd beendrinking most of the day when he and the boys went out that evening. They had an old woodstove there--you know the kind, with exposed pipes. The shack caught fire. Piquette didn't get out, and neither did the children."70、I did not say anything. As so often with Piquette, there did not seem to be anything to say. There was a kind of silence around the image in my mind of the fire and the snow, and I wished I could put from my memory the look thatI had seen once in Piquette's eyes.71、I went up to Diamond Lake for a few days that summer, with Mavis and her family. The MacLeod cottage had been sold after my father's death, and I did not even go to look at it, not wanting to witness my long-ago kingdom possessed now by strangers. But one evening I went clown to the shore by myself.72、The small pier which my father had built was gone, and in its place there was a large and solid pier built by the government, for Galloping Mountain was now a national park, and Diamond Lake had been re-named Lake Wapakata, for it was felt that an Indian name would have a greater appeal to tourists. The one store had become several dozen, and the settlement had all the attributes of a flourishing resort--hotels, a dance-hall, cafes with neon signs, the penetrating odoursof potato chips and hot dogs.73、I sat on the government pier and looked out across the water. At night the lake at least was the same as it had always been, darkly shining and bearing within its black glass the streak of amber that was the path of the moon. There was no wind that evening, and everything was quiet all around me. It seemed too quiet, and then I realized that the loons were no longer here. I listened for some time, to make sure, but never once did I hear that long-drawn call, half mocking and half plaintive, spearing through the stillness across the lake.74、I did not know what had happened to the birds. Perhaps they had gone away to some far place of belonging. Perhaps they had been unable to find such a place, and had simply died out, having ceased to care any longer whether they lived or not.75、I remembered how Piquette had scorned to come along, when my father and I sat there and listened to the lake birds. It seemed to me now that in some unconscious and totally unrecognized way, Piquette might have been the only one, after all, who had heard the crying of the loons.第十二课潜水鸟玛格丽特劳伦斯马纳瓦卡山下有一条小河，叫瓦恰科瓦河，浑浊的河水沿着布满鹅卵石的河床哗哗地流淌着，河边谷地上长着无数的矮橡树、灰绿色柳树和野樱桃树，形成一片茂密的丛林。
高级英语的课文译文
第三单元别再为迟到找借口哈里〃贝地每个办公室总有那么几个人习惯上班迟到。
管理者该如何处理多元文化环境里的这一问题呢？文化背景不同，时间观念也大不相同，作为老板，应持何种态度，是忍气吞声还是采取惩罚措施呢？专家告诉我们，西方人和东方人对时间的看法是不同的。
从文化角度来说，西方人更多地生活在当前和不远的将来，而亚洲人却更多地生活在古老的过去和遥远的未来。
亚洲人尽力避免成为时间的神经质的奴隶。
生活在他们看来只是永恒中的匆匆一瞬。
他们喜欢旅游所带来的那种“失重”感，没有近期目标，也没有紧急任务。
对许多亚洲人来说，生活是一次漫长的旅行。
幸福绝对不是一个时间问题。
他们喜欢按部就班，不愿来去匆匆。
静观季节的变化、儿女的成长也不认为是在虚度光阴。
西方人相信幸福就在不远的前方。
多花点时间，多费点金钱，多下点工夫就能达到。
尤其是美国人，他们就靠时间紧迫的日程安排和最后期限而生存。
但是学究们深思熟虑悟出的这一见解又是如何与上班守时这一问题联系起来的呢？是否我们应该从这种文化方面的差异得出结论，一些雇员上班拖拖拉拉就是合情合理的？还是说这意味着一个管理者应该忽略守时这一工作守则呢？表面上看来，管理者会不得不对一些文化群体比对另一些文化群体在守时方面更宽容一些，但是这在城市文明中是站不住脚的，它将使人相信此种文化的时间观念比西方的时间观念逊色这一学术论调。
这便混淆了两种截然不同的事情：遵守时间和对时间的哲学观。
一个人认为时间是以百年来度量的，并非以秒来计算，这与他每天能够按时到办公室上班并无关系。
没有哪一个亚洲雇员会为自己的迟到找一个文化背景方面的借口。
他可能会寻找一些更现代化的借口，如交通堵塞、表慢了以及停车麻烦等。
这些措辞与西方办公室人员所用的藉口并无区别。
为什么在亚洲经常以这些借口迟到可以被接受，而在西方这样一个人却被认为是不可依靠、不可信赖的呢？问题可能是，在我们亚洲人的社会生活中，对于那些让我们在市区约会的地点等候半小时的亲友们，我们往往比较宽容。
高级英语第一册课后翻译
Lesson1X．1)一条蜿蜒的小路淹没在树荫深处A zig-zag path loses itself in the shadowy distance of the woods.2)集市上有许多小摊子，出售的货物应有尽有At the bazaar there are many stalls where goods of every conceivable kind are sold.3) 我真不知道到底是什么事让他如此生气。
I really don't know what it is that has made him so angry.4)新出土的铜花瓶造型优美，刻有精细、复杂的传统图案。
The newly unearthed bronze vase is pleasing in form and engraved with delicate and intricate traditional designs.5)在山的那边是一望无际的大草原。
Beyond the mountains there is a vast grassland that extends as far as the eye can see.6)他们决定买那座带有汽车房的房子。
They decided to buy that house with a garage attached.7）教师们坚持对学生严格要求。
The teachers make a point of being strict with the students.8）这个小女孩非常喜欢他的父亲。
This little girl is very much attached to her father.9）为实现四个现代化，我们认为有必要学习外国的先进科学技术。
To achieve the four modernization, we make a point of learning from the advanced science and technology of other countries.10）黄昏临近时，天渐渐地暗下来了。
张汉熙《高级英语（1）》（第3版）学习指南【词汇短语+课文精解+全文翻译+练习答案】（Lesson
张汉熙《⾼级英语（1）》（第3版）学习指南【词汇短语+课⽂精解+全⽂翻译+练习答案】（LessonLesson 12 Ships in the Desert (Edited)⼀、词汇短语1. anchor n. & v. to hold fast by or as if by an anchor抛锚，锚定：They layat anchor outside the harbor.他们在港外抛锚停泊。
2. lap vt. to wash or slap against with soft liquid sounds拍打：The waveswere lapping the side of the boat.波浪击打着船的侧⾯。
3. comparable adj. that can be compared可⽐较的，⽐得上的4. underlying adj. fundamental, basic在下⾯的，根本的，潜在的5. parka n. a thick warm jacket with a hood⽑⽪风雪⼤⾐，⽪制⼤⾐6. glacier n. a large mass of ice and snow thatforms in areas where the rate of snowfall constantly exceeds the rate atwhich the snow melts; it moves slowly outward from the center ofaccumulation or down a mountain until it melts or breaks away冰川7. emission n. a gas or other substance that is sent into the air排放，排出物：fume emission尘雾排放8. inexorable adj. not capable of being persuaded byentreaty; relentless不可变的，残酷⽆情的：the inexorable passage of theseasons⼈⼒不能改变的四季转移9. graph n. a diagram, as a curve, broken lines, series of bars, etc.,representing the successive changes in a variable quantity or quantities图表，曲线图10. frigid adj. extremely cold极其寒冷的：Frigid winds blew fromthe north.寒风从北⽅刮来。
高级英语2的Unit12译文
高级英语2的Unit12译文Just recently a committee meeting at the University of Colorado was interrupted by the spectacle of a young man 1scaling the wall of the library just outside the window. Discussion of new interdisciplinary courses halted as we silently hoped he had discipline enough to return safely to the earth. Hope was all we could offer 2from our vantage point in Ketchum Hall, the impulse to rush out and catch him being 3checked by the realization of futility.就在最近，我们在科罗拉多大学举办的一次委员会会议因为窗户外一位年轻男士正在攀爬对面图书馆的高墙而半途中断。
这一刻，一切关于跨学科新课程的讨论戛然而止，因为我们都在默默地希望他接受过严格训练，能安全回到地面。
我们在凯彻姆礼堂看得很清楚，很想冲出去接住他，但当意识到这只能是徒劳无功时，我们所能做的也只有默默地为他祈祷。
The incident reinforced my sense that mountaineering serves as an 4apt analogy for the art of teaching. The excitement, the risk, the need for 5rigorous discipline all correspond, though the image I have in mind is not that of the solitary adventurer rappelling off a wall, but that of a Swiss guide leading an expedition.这次事件使我更加强烈地觉得攀岩对于教学艺术是一个恰当的类比。
高级英语2课文翻译book2unit12
第十二课一个发现：做一个美国人意味着什么詹姆斯·鲍德温1．亨利·詹姆斯曾经说过，“身为一个美国人是一种复杂玄妙的命运。
”而一位作家在欧洲做出的最重大的发现就是这种命运究竟复杂到何种程度。
美国的历史，其远大志向，其不同凡响的辉煌成就，还有她那更加不同凡响的挫折失败，以及她在世界上的地位——不论是过去还是现在——都是那么深不可测而又无可更改地独一无二，以至于“美国”这个词至今仍是一个陌生的、几乎可以说是完全没有明确定义的、且具有极大争议性的专有名词。
世界上似乎还没有人确切地知道这个词的含义，就连我们这些五颜六色、千千万万自称为美国人的人也不例外。
2．我当初离开美国是因为我曾怀疑自己能否经受住这儿的有色人种问题的狂风暴雨的冲击。
(现在我仍然时不时地这样怀疑。
)我想使自己不至于仅仅成为一个黑人，或是仅仅只成为一个黑人作家。
我想寻求一种什么途径，来使自己的生活经历的特殊性把自己与他人联系起来而不是分离开来。
(我同黑人之间也产生了隔阂，就像我同白人之间的隔阂一样严重，当一个黑人开始真正地相信白人对黑人的评价时，常常就会发生这样的情况。
) 3．在我认为有必要去寻求一种能把我的生活经历同别的人——黑人和白人，作家和非作家——的生活经历联系起来的途径的过程中，我惊奇地发现：自己原来也同任何得克萨斯州士兵一样，是非常爱国的美国人。
而且我发现，我在巴黎所认识的每一位美国作家都有我这种感受。
他们都同我一样脱离了自己的本源，而且事实证明，这些美国白人的欧洲本源同我的非洲本源竟没有多少差别——他们在欧洲也像我一样感到不自在。
4．我是奴隶的后代，而他们是自由人的子孙，这种差异则无关紧要。
因为我们在欧洲大地上相遇时，都在努力探求着各自的自我价值。
当我们终于发现各自的自我价值之后，我们似乎都在感慨：这下可好啦，多少年来造成我们之间的隔阂的遗憾和痛苦之情，我们可再也不用死抱住不放了。
5．我们美国人彼此间的相互了解超过任何欧洲人所能达到的程度。
高级英语上册课文逐句翻译
高级英语上册课文逐句翻译高级英语上册课文逐句翻译Lesson One Rock Superstars关于我们和我们的社会，他们告诉了我们些什么？What Do They Tell Us About Ourselves and Our Society?摇滚乐是青少年叛逆的音乐。
——摇滚乐评论家约相?罗克韦尔Rock is the music of teenage rebellion.--- John Rockwell, rock music critic知其崇拜何人便可知其人。
——小说家罗伯特?佩恩?沃伦By a man‘s heroes ye shall know him.--- Robert Penn Warren, novelist1972年6月的一天，芝加哥圆形剧场挤满了大汗淋漓、疯狂摇摆的人们。
It was mid-June, 1972, the Chicago Amphitheater was packed, sweltering, rocking. 滚石摇滚乐队的迈克?贾格尔正在台上演唱―午夜漫步人‖。
Mick Jagger of the Rolling Stones was singin g ―Midnight Rambler.‖演唱结束时评论家唐?赫克曼在现场。
Critic Don Heckman was there when the song ended.他描述道：―贾格尔抓起一个半加仑的水罐沿舞台前沿边跑边把里面的水洒向前几排汗流浃背的听众。
听众们蜂拥般跟随着他跑，急切地希望能沾上几滴洗礼的圣水。
―Jagger,‖ he said, ―grabs a half-gallon jug of water and runs along the front platform, sprinkling its contents over the first few rows of sweltering listeners. They surge to follow him, eager to be touched by a few baptismal drops‖.1973年12月下旬的一天，约1.4万名歌迷在华盛顿市外的首都中心剧场尖叫着，乱哄哄地拥向台前。
《高级英语》上册课后翻译
1. What he did is always inconsistent with what he said, so on one will take him into confidence.2. The preface to Longman Dictionary of Contemporary English was written by Randolph Quirk.3. In his article he paid tribute to China’s great achiev ements.4. Justice prevailed; the guilty man who had killed her father was punished.5. He is a famous director, but he is always simply dressed, amiable and easy of approach, never using pretentious language in his talk.6. The food is only so-so in that restaurant; the one redeeming feature is its fine service.7. Jack said he felt drawn to this singer.8. Though a bedridden invalid, she remains optimistic about life.9. We should go ahead defying all difficulties.10. When he heard the news, the smile faded from his face.11. Mary intended to expand her article into a book.12. The plane fully loaded with cargo and passengers took off on time.13. They are facing unprecedented difficulties, and it is our indispensable duty to help them.14. He and Jack in the same class for three years, and he took Jack into his confidence, tellinghim everything concerning his affairs.Lesson 91.He was born in a peasant family and grew up in an environment of poverty.2.Don’t worry. The insurance company will remunerate you for your loss.3.When people asked me why I would go to study abroad, I was hard put to answer thequestion.4.Three people were cruelly killed last night, and the police are trying to ascertain the factsabout the murder.5.Ten years ago Jack made a meager 500 dollars a month.6.Tom thought it profitable to be in the second-hand car business. Sometimes he bought an oldcar for 200 dollars, but with a turn of the wrist he could sell it for 400 dollars.7.The police officer Hunter was on leave, but as soon as he was given the urgent task, hepitched in without the least hesitation.8.After the death of Mr Johnson, his wife became the company’s president both in name and inreality.9.His son has a poor physique and is prone to illness.10.The ruffian dropped his gun and ran down the street, with two policemen in hot pursuit.11.He gave in to our persuasion and acquiesced in Bill’s suggestion.12.Mr Brown decided to endow the university where he had studied for four years.13.Insufficiently trained workers are prone to turn out rejects.14.She was hard put to find a solution to the domestic financial crisis.1)The traditional feast has gone out of fashion, giving way to seafood, and special night snacksare in fashion now.2)Although steamed mandarin fish was on the menu, I was told it was not available that day.3)He had to decline the offer, for the terms seemed unacceptable to his corporation.4)The local people spared no expense to renovate Yi Garden and Da Long Temple, which areof historical and cultural value and are great attractions to tourists.5)I remember the party was held in that hotel. The ballroom then was certainly not luxurious bytoday’s standards.6)Like other guests, she dipped the freshly boiled shrimp into the sauce before she put it in hermouth, and she found it very tasty.7)Many Americans like Chinese cuisine, and Sichuan-style cooking in particular.8)In recent years in Shanghai and other large cities, the typical Chinese breakfast of porridge orgruel has been supplanted by bread and milk which is more nutritious and time-saving.9)In summer when she gets home from office, leather shoes are cast aside in favor of slippers.10)Vacuum packing is adopted so as to keep the food free of bacteria.11)She wears shorts, rather than skirts, for shorts are in fashion now, but years ago well-bredyoung ladies were mostly seen in dresses.12)Generally speaking, the defeated general should be removed form his post, but I hope Mr.Lee will be an exception to the practice. Give him another chance. That is my idea.13)Now writers may choose from a wide variety of topics, many of which were taboos in thoseyears.14)Restraint in her manner became more marked as conversation went on.15)Before work the girls rolled up their sleeves to keep them free of soot and dirt.16)The old lady watched with amazement as the youngster wolfed down whole plates of food inno time.17) In my grandfather’s day, people in his village never went to the butcher for meat. They killedtheir own pigs for the Spring Festival. As a rule the hog was bound tight and placed on a thick board and the slaughtering was down in view of village people, mainly young men and boys.My father thought the scene distasteful and was never a spectator to it.。
高级英语 12-14课文翻译
unit12.我头顶烈日站在一艘渔船的滚烫的钢甲板上。
这艘渔船在丰收季节一天所处理加工的鱼可达15吨。
但现在可不是丰收季节。
这艘渔船此时此刻停泊的地方虽说曾是整个中亚地区最大的渔业基地，但当我站在船头向远处眺望时，却看出渔业丰收的希望非常渺茫。
1极目四顾，原先那种湛蓝色海涛轻拍船舷的景象已不复存在，取而代之的是茫茫的一片干燥灼热的沙漠。
渔船队的其他渔船也都搁浅在沙漠上，散见于陂陀起伏、绵延至天边的沙丘间。
十年前，咸海还是世界上第四大内陆湖泊，可与北美大湖区五大湖中的最大湖泊相媲美。
而今，由于兴建了一项考虑欠周的水利工程，原来注入此湖的水被引入沙漠灌溉棉田，咸海这座大湖的水面已渐渐变小，新形成的湖岸距离这些渔船永远停泊的位置差不多有40公里远。
与此同时，这儿附近的莫里那克镇上人们仍在生产鱼罐头，但所用的鱼已不是咸海所产，而是从一千多英里以外的太平洋渔业基地穿越西伯利亚运到这儿来的。
我因要对造成环境危机的原因进行调查而得以周游世界，考察和研究许多类似这样破坏生态环境的事例。
一九八八年深秋时节，我来到地球的最南端。
高耸的南极山脉中太阳在午夜穿过天空中的一个孔洞照射着地面，我站在令人难以置信的寒冷中，与一位科学家进行着一场谈话，内容是他正在挖掘的时间隧道。
这位科学家一撩开他的派克皮大衣，我便注意到他脸上因烈日的曝晒而皮肤皲裂，干裂的皮屑正一层层地剥落。
他一边讲话一边指给我看, 从我们脚下的冰川中挖出的一块岩心标本上的年层。
他将手指到二十年前的冰层上，告诉我说，“这儿就是美国国会审议通过化空气法案的地方。
”这里虽处地球之顶端，距美国首都华盛顿两大洲之遥，但世界上任何一个国家只要将废气排放量减少一席在空气污染程度上引起的相应变化便能在南极这个地球上最偏而人迹难至的地方反映出来。
迄今为止，地球大气层最重要的变化始于上世纪初的工业命，变化速度自那以后逐渐加快。
工业意味着先是煤、后是石油消耗。
我们燃烧了大量的煤和石油——导致大气层二氧化碳含的增加，这就使更多的热量得以留存在大气层中，从而使地球的候逐渐变暖。
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《高级英语》课文逐句翻译（12）我为什么写作Lesson 12：Why I Write从很小的时候，大概五、六岁，我知道长大以后将成为一个作家。
From a very early age，perhaps the age of five or six，I knew that when I grew up I should be a writer.从15到24岁的这段时间里，我试图打消这个念头，可总觉得这样做是在戕害我的天性，认为我迟早会坐下来伏案著书。
Between the ages of about seventeen and twenty-four I tried to adandon this idea，but I did so with the consciousness that I was outraging my true nature and that sooner or later I should have to settle down and write books.三个孩子中，我是老二。
老大和老三与我相隔五岁。
8岁以前，我很少见到我爸爸。
由于这个以及其他一些缘故，我的性格有些孤僻。
我的举止言谈逐渐变得很不讨人喜欢，这使我在上学期间几乎没有什么朋友。
I was the middle child of three，but there was a gap of five years on either side，and I barely saw my father before I was eight- For this and other reasons I was somewhat lonely，and I soon developed disagreeable mannerisms which made me unpopular throughout my schooldays.我像一般孤僻的孩子一样，喜欢凭空编造各种故事，和想像的人谈话。
我觉得，从一开始，我的文学志向就与一种孤独寂寞、被人冷落的感觉联系在一起。
我知道我有驾驭语言的才能和直面令人不快的现实的能力。
这一切似乎造就了一个私人的天地，在此天地中我能挽回我在日常生活中的不得意。
I had the lonely child's habit of making up stories and holding conversations with imaginary persons，and I think from the very start my literary ambitions were mixed up with the feeling of being isolated and undervalued.我知道我有驾驭语言的才能和直面令人不快的现实的能力。
这一切似乎造就了一个私人的天地，在此天地中我能挽回我在日常生活中的不得意。
I knew that I had a facility with words and a power of facing unpleasant facts，and I felt that this created a sort of private world in which I could get my own back for my failure还是一个小孩子的时候，我就总爱把自己想像成惊险传奇中的主人公，例如罗宾汉。
但不久，我的故事不再是粗糙简单的自我欣赏了。
它开始趋向描写我的行动和我所见所闻的人和事。
. As a very small child I used to imagine that I was，say，Robin Hood，and picture myself as the hero of thrilling adventures，but quite soon my “story” ceased to be narcissistic in a crude way and became more and more a mere description of what I was doing and the things I saw.一连几分钟，我脑子里常会有类似这样的描述：“他推开门，走进屋，一缕黄昏的阳光，透过薄纱窗帘，斜照在桌上。
桌上有一个火柴盒，半开着，在墨水瓶旁边，他右手插在兜里，朝窗户走去。
街心处一只龟甲猫正在追逐着一片败叶。
”等等，等等。
For minutes at a time this kind of thing would be running through my head：“He pushed the door open and entered the room. A yellow beam of sunlight，filtering through the muslin curtains，slanted on to the table，where a matchbox，half open，lay beside the inkpot. With his right hand in his pocket he moved across to the window. Down in the street a tortoiseshell cat was chasing a dead leaf，”etc.，etc.我在差不多25岁真正从事文学创作之前，一直保持着这种描述习惯。
虽然我必须搜寻，而且也的确在寻觅恰如其分的字眼。
可这种描述似乎是不由自主的，是迫于一种外界的压力。
This habit continued till I was about twenty-five，right through my non-literary years. Although I had to search，and did search，for the right words，I seemed to be making this descriptive effort almost against my will，under a kind of compulsion from outside.我在不同时期崇仰风格各异的作家。
我想，从这些“故事”一定能看出这些作家的文笔风格的痕迹。
但是我记得，这些描述又总是一样地细致入微，纤毫毕现。
The “story” must，I suppose，have reflected the styles of the various writers I admired at different ages，but so far as I remember it always had the same meticulous descriptive quality.16岁那年，我突然发现词语本身即词的音响和词的连缀就能给人以愉悦。
《失乐园》中有这样一段诗行：他负载着困难和辛劳挺进着：负着困难辛劳的他——When I was about sixteen I suddenly discovered the joy of mere words，i，e. the sounds and associations of words. The lines from Paradise Lost —“So hee with difficulty and labour hardMoved on：with difficulty and labour hee，“现在看来这并没有什么了不得，可当时却使我心灵震颤。
而用hee的拼写代替he，更增加了愉悦。
which do not now seem to me so very wonderful，sent shivers down my backbone；and the spelling “hee” for “he” was an added pleasure.至于写景物的必要，我那时已深有领悟。
如果说当时我有志著书的话，我会写什么样的书是显而易见的。
As for the need to describe things，I knew all about it already. So it is clear what kind of books I wanted to write，in so far as I could be said to want to write books at that time.我想写大部头的自然主义小说，以悲剧结局，充满细致的描写和惊人的比喻，而且不乏文才斐然的段落，字词的使用部分要求其音响效果。
I wanted to write enormous naturalistic novels with unhappy endings，full of detailed descriptions and arresting similes，and also full of purple passages in which words were used partly for the sake of their sound.事实上，我的第一部小说，《缅甸岁月》就属于这一类书，那是我早已构思但30岁时才写成的作品。
And in fact my first completed novel，Burmese Days，which I wrote when I was thirty but projected much earlier，is rather that kind of book.我介绍这些背景情况是因为我认为要判定一个作家的写作动机，就得对其早年的经历有所了解。
I give all this background information because I do not think one can assess a writer's motives without knowing something of his early development.作家的题材总是由他所处的时代决定的，至少在我们这个动荡不安的时代是如此。
但他在提笔著文之前，总会养成一种在后来的创作中永远不能彻底磨灭的情感倾向His subject matter will be determined by the age he lives in —at least this is true in tumultuous，revolutionary ages like our own—but before he ever begins to write he will have acquired an emotional attitude from which he will never completely escape.毫无疑问，作家有责任控制自己的禀性，使之不至于沉溺于那种幼稚的阶段，或陷于违反常理的心境中。