综合教程第五册课文翻译
全新版_《大学英语》综合教程5_学生用书_课后翻译
Unit 1 Love of Reading我的祖母不识字，可是她有一箩筐的神话和传奇故事。
小时候我总是缠着她，要她给我讲故事。
而她在忙完家务后，总会把我抱在膝上，一边讲故事一边有节奏地晃动我。
这些故事加上她丰富的表情，深深地吸引住了我。
我父母发现了我对故事的浓厚兴趣，不失时机地引导我进行阅读。
他们给我买了许多带插图的故事书，有空的时候就一遍遍地读给我听。
慢慢地我认识了很多字，能自行阅读了。
Although my grandmother was illiterate, she had a good stack of myths and legends. When I was young I gave her no peace, constantly asking her to tell me stories. After she had finished her housework, she would lift me onto her lap and tell stories, all the while rocking me in rhythm. These stories and her expressive face appealed profoundly to me.Having noticed my interest in stories, my parents lost no time in initiating me into reading. They bought many storybooks with illustations, and whenever free, they would read these stories to me over and over again. By and by I had a vocabulary large to read on my own .Unit 2 Diet一项又一项的研究发现，食物和一些慢性病之间有密切关系。
综合教程5课文与课文翻译
THE FOURTH OF JULYAudre Lorde1The first time I went to Washington D.C. was on the edge of the summer when I was supposedto stop being a child. At least that's what they said to us all at graduation from theeighth grade. My sister Phyllis graduated at the same time from high school. I don’ t know what she was supposed to stop being. But as graduation presents for us both, the whole family took aFourth of July trip to Washington D.C., the fabled and famous capital of our country.Detailed Reading2It was the first time I'd ever been on a railroad train during the day. When I was little, and weused to go to the Connecticut shore, we always went at night on the milk train , because it was cheaper.3.Preparations were in the air around our house before school was even over. We packed for aweek. There were two very large suitcases that my father carried, and a box filled with food. In fact,my first trip to Washington was a mobile feast; I started eating as soon as we were comfortablyensconced in our seats, and did not stop until somewhere after Philadelphia. I remember it was Philadelphia because I was disappointed not to have passed by the Liberty Bell.4.My mother had roasted two chickens and cut them up into dainty bite-size pieces. Shepacked slices of brown bread and butter, and green pepper and carrot sticks. There were littleviolently yellow iced cakes with scalloped edges called " marigolds ," that came from Cushman'sBakery. There was a spice bun and rock-cakes from Newton's, the West Indian bakery across Lenox Avenue from St. Mark's school, and iced tea in a wrapped mayonnaise jar. There were sweet picklesfor us and dill pickles for my father, and peaches with the fuzz still on them, individually wrapped tokeep them from bruising. And, for neatness, there were piles of napkins and a little tin box with awashcloth dampened with rosewater and glycerine for wiping sticky mouths.5.I wanted to eat in the dining car because I had read all about them, but my motherreminded me for the umpteenth time that dining car food always cost too much money and besides,you never could tell whose hands had been playing all over that food, nor where those same handshad been just before. My mother never mentioned that Black people were not allowed into railroaddining cars headed south in 1947. As usual, whatever my mother did not like and could not change,she ignored. Perhaps it would go away, deprived of her attention.6.I learned later that Phyllis's high school senior class trip had been to Washington, but thenuns had given her back her deposit in private , explaining to her that the class, all of whom werewhite, except Phyllis, would be staying in a hotel where Phyllis "would not be happy," meaning,Daddy explained to her, also in private, that they did not rent rooms to Negroes. "We still takeamong-you to Washington, ourselves, "my father had avowed , "and not just for an overnight insome measly fleabag hotel ."7. In Washington D.C., we had one large room with two double beds and an extra cot for me. Itwas a back-street hotel that belonged to a friend of my father's who was in real estate, and I spentthe whole next day after Mass squinting up at the Lincoln Memorial where Marian Anderson hadsung after the D.A.R. refused to allow her to sing in their auditorium because she was Black. Orbecause she was "Colored", my father said as he told us the story. Except that what he probablysaid was "Negro", because for his times, my father was quite progressive.8.I was squinting because I was in that silent agony that characterized all of my childhood summers, from the time school let out in June to the end of July, brought about by my dilatedand vulnerable eyes exposed to the summer brightness.9.I viewed Julys through an agonizing corolla of dazzling whiteness and I always hated the Fourth of July, even before I came to realize the travesty such a celebration was for Black peoplein this country.10.My parents did not approve of sunglasses, nor of their expense.11.I spent the afternoon squinting up at monuments to freedom and past presidencies and democracy, and wondering why the light and heat were both so much stronger in Washington D.C., than back home in New York City. Even the pavement on the streets was a shade lighter in color than back home.te that Washington afternoon my family and I walked back down Pennsylvania Avenue.We were a proper caravan, mother bright and father brown, the three of us girls step-standards in-between. Moved by our historical surroundings and the heat of early evening, my father decreed yet another treat. He had a great sense of history, a flair for the quietly dramatic and the sense of specialness of an occasion and a trip.13."Shall we stop and have a little something to cool off, Lin? "14.Two blocks away from our hotel, the family stopped for a dish of vanilla ice cream at a Breyer's ice cream and soda fountain . Indoors, the soda fountain was dim and fan-cooled , deliciously relieving to my scorched eyes.15.Corded and crisp and pinafored , the five of us seated ourselves one by one at the counter. There was I between my mother and father, and my two sisters on the other side of my mother.We settled ourselves along the white mottled marble counter, and when the waitress spoke at first no one understood what she was saying, and so the five of us just sat there.16. The waitress moved along the line of us closer to my father and spoke again. "I said I kin give you to take out, but you can't eat here, sorry." Then she dropped her eyes looking very embarrassed, and suddenly we heard what it was she was saying all at the same time, loudand clear.17.Straight-backed and indignant , one by one, my family and I got down from the counter stools and turned around and marched out of the store, quiet and outraged, as if we had never been Black before. No one would answer my emphatic questions with anything other than a guilty silence. "But we hadn't done anything!" This wasn't right or fair! Hadn't I written poemsabout freedom and democracy for all?18.My parents wouldn't speak of this injustice, not because they had contributed to it, but because they felt they should have anticipated it and avoided it. This made me even angrier. My fury was not going to be acknowledged by a like fury. Even my two sisters copied my parents' pretense that nothing unusual and anti-American had occurred. I was left to write my angry letterto the president of the United States all by myself, although my father did promise I could type itout on the office typewriter next week, after I showed it to him in my copybook diary.19.The waitress was white, and the counter was white, and the ice cream I never ate in Washington D.C., that summer I left childhood was white, and the white heat and the white pavement and the white stone monuments of my first Washington summer made me sick to my stomach for the whole rest of that trip and it wasn't much of a graduation present after all.我第一次去华盛顿是在那年刚入夏，这个夏天也是我从此告别孩提时代的开始。
综合英语教程5 unit7到unit11 课文翻译
几年前，我给应聘者面试，问他们“你有什么经验？”这个问题，后来逐渐问烦了。
于是，我决定做一项单个问题的测试，从而了解这位新人是不是个善于解决问题的思考者。
问题如下：您乘坐一艘游艇，横渡太平洋。
驾驶员告诉您，游艇到了马里亚纳海沟最深的位置。
此时，有个笨手笨脚的客人不小心把一个重达12磅的炮弹掉进海里。
炮弹沉到海底要多久？在您往下读之前，请先来回答这个问题——要特别注意解题方法。
您是不是因为“信息不够”就完全瞎猜呢？您是不是过于拘泥于细节，而没能得到“绝对正确”的答案？或者说，您是不是先全神贯注在两个最重要的问题上——马里亚纳海沟有多深？炮弹在水里下沉的速度有多快？——然后才敢做出估计？大多数的面试者就是胡乱瞎猜，心想反正不可能百分之百地准确。
很少有人愿意冒险做个估算。
这与业务或创造性有什么关系吗？关系大着呢。
在现实世界里，我们经常在没有充分信息时，需要做出决定。
从吃什么到怎样养育孩子，有创意的人必须自己来思考。
想要十拿九稳地做出决定，您也许既没有时间也没有金钱。
做出最佳的猜测常常是您最佳的选择。
譬如说，假设需要您为一种新的电话设备撰写一份销售计划，这个设备可以将您的姓名、公司、地址和电话号码发送到其他人的电话上，既可视频显示又能打印。
除了像大众供货商和电子商店这些传统销售渠道，您得了解美国究竟有多少家“电话商店”。
遗憾的是，无论从市场研究部门还是从美国政府的官方数据，都查不到这个数字。
那您怎么办？有一个方法，那就是您到当地的图书馆去，取出全国各地的几本电话号码簿，翻到黄页，然后开始数数。
那么，您可以猜出在数过的每个城市里，每十万人有几家电话商店。
顺便说一句，我认识的一位营销顾问为一家大型长途通讯客户正是这么做的。
这个关于电话商店的问题是科学家们称之为费米问题的例子。
这是以诺贝尔奖获得者恩里科·费米命名的，他用类似的问题教授学生独立思考的方法。
费米问题并不包括您所需要准确解决问题的所有信息。
大学英语综合教程5_课文翻译
One Writer's Beginnings1 I learned from the age of two or three that any room in our house, at any time of day, was there to read in, or to be read to. My mother read to me.She'd read to me in the big bedroom in the mornings, when we were in her rocker together, which ticked in rhythm as we rocked, as though we had a cricket accompanying the story. She'd read to me in the dining room on winterafternoons in front of the coal fire, with our cuckoo clock ending the story with "Cuckoo", and at night when I'd got in my own bed. I must have given herno peace. Sometimes she read to me in the kitchen while she sat churning, and the churning sobbed along with any story. It was my ambition to have her readto me while I churned; once she granted my wish, but she read off my story before I brought her butter. She was an expressive reader. When she was reading "Puss in Boots," for instance, it was impossible not to know that shedistrusted all cats.作家起步时我从两三岁起就知道，家中随便在哪个房间里，白天无论在什么时间，都可以念书或听人念书。
《全新版大学英语》综合教程5课后翻译
Unit 1 Love of Reading我的祖母不识字，可是她有一箩筐的神话和传奇故事。
小时候我总是缠着她，要她给我讲故事。
而她在忙完家务后，总会把我抱在膝上，一边讲故事一边有节奏地晃动我。
我父母发现了我对故事的浓厚兴趣，不失时机地引导我进行阅读。
他们给我买了许多带插图的故事书，有空的时候就一遍遍地读给我听。
慢慢地我认识了很多字，能自行阅读了。
Although my grandmother was illiterate, she had a good stack of myths and legends. When I was young I gave her no peace, constantly asking her to tell me stories. After she had finished her housework, she would lift me onto her lap and tell stories, all the while rocking me in rhythm.Having noticed my interest in stories, my parents lost no time in initiating me into reading. They bought many storybooks with illustrations, and whenever free, they would read these stories to me over and over again. By and by I had a vocabulary large to read on my own .Unit 2 Diet一项又一项的研究发现，食物和一些慢性病之间有密切关系。
例如：某些慢性病危险的降低和多吃以食物为基本成分的食物是相关联的。
因此，在过去的十年中，美国饮食协会敦促美国人减少动物脂肪的摄取，增加水果、蔬菜和谷物的消费。
综合教程5课文与课文翻译
THE FOURTH OF JULYAudre Lorde1 The first time I went to Washington D。
C。
was on the edge of the summer when I was supposed to stop being a child。
At least that's what they said to us all at graduation from the eighth grade。
My sister Phyllis graduated at the same time from high school。
I don’t know what she was supposed to stop being。
But as graduation presents for us both, the whole family took a Fourth of July trip to Washington D.C.，the fabled and famous capital of our country.Detailed Reading2 It was the first time I’d ever been on a railroad train during the day。
When I was little, and we used to go to the Connecticut shore，we always went at night on the milk train，because it was cheaper。
3。
Preparations were in the air around our house before school was even over. We packed for a week。
There were two very large suitcases that my father carried，and a box filled with food. In fact，my first trip to Washington was a mobile feast; I started eating as soon as we were comfortably ensconced in our seats, and did not stop until somewhere after Philadelphia。
大学英语综合教程5课文翻译
Let's Go Veggie!1 If there was a single act that would improve your health, cut your risk of food-borne illnesses, and help preserve the environment and the welfare of millions of animals, would you do it?咱们吃素吧!如果有一件事，既能增进健康、减少患上食物引起的疾病的危险，又有助于保护环境、保护千万动物安全生存，你做不做？2 The act I'm referring to is the choice you make every time you sit down to a meal.我说的这件事就是每次坐下来就餐时挑选菜肴。
3 More than a million Canadians have already acted: They have chosen to not eat meat. And the pace of change has been dramatic.一百多万加拿大人已经行动起来：他们决定不吃肉。
变化速度之快令人惊叹。
4 Vegetarian food sales are showing unparalleled growth. Especially popular are meat-free burgers and hot dogs, and the plant-based cuisines of India, China, Mexico, Italy and Japan.素食品的销售额大大增加，前所未有。
尤受欢迎的是无肉汉堡包和热狗，以及以蔬为主的印度、中国、墨西哥、意大利和日本的菜肴。
5 Fuelling the shift toward vegetarianism have been the health recommendations of medical research. Study after study has uncovered the same basic truth: Plant foods lower your risk of chronic disease; animal foods increase it.推动人们转向素食的是医学研究提出的关于如何增进健康的建议。
综合教程第五册课文翻译
Unit1The Fourth of July我第一次到华盛顿的时候是初夏那时我想我不应该再当一个孩子。
至少这是他们在八年级的毕业典礼上对我们说的。
我的姐姐菲利斯在同一时间从高中毕业。
我不知道她应该不再当一个什么。
但当作是送给我们俩的毕业礼物 ,我们全家在国庆日前往华盛顿旅游 ,那是传奇而著名的我国首都。
这是我第一次真正意义上在白天时乘坐火车。
当我还小的时候我们总是在夜晚乘坐运奶火车去康涅狄格海岸 ,因为它更便宜。
学期还没结束前家里就开始忙着准备旅行的事。
我们准备了两个星期。
父亲拿了两个大箱子和一个装满食物的盒子。
事实上 ,我第一次到华盛顿的旅途可以说是一个移动盛宴一在位子上安顿下来我就开始吃东西直到我们到了费城往后的某个地方才停下来。
我记得那是费城,是因为我们没有经过自由之钟对此我很失望。
母亲烤了两只鸡 ,然后把它们切成恰好一口一片的大小。
她打包了黑面包和黄油切片 ,青椒和胡萝卜条。
有来自 Cushman 面包店的亮黄色的周围有一圈扇贝形状的小冰蛋糕叫做“金盏花“。
有来自牛顿面包店的香辛小面包和岩皮饼 ,还有包裹着蛋黄酱的冰茶那是一家雷诺克斯大街上圣马可学校对面的西印度面包店。
还有母亲为我们准备的蜜桃和给父亲准备的莳萝腌菜 ,桃子上还有绒毛 ,单独包装, 以免它们碰伤。
为了干净,母亲还准备了成堆的餐巾纸和一个小锡盒子里面装有浸了玫瑰水和甘油的毛巾 ,可以用来擦拭发粘的嘴巴。
我想要在餐车吃饭 , 因为我已经从书上读到过关于它们的一切 ,但母亲提醒了我无数次 , 餐车食品太贵 ,而且,你根本没法辨别那些食物上有谁的手在上面动过 ,也不知道, 之前他们的手碰过什么地方。
我的母亲从未提及过直到 1947 年黑人还是不被允许进入前往南部的火车餐车。
通常 ,无论母亲是不喜欢的或无法改变的事她都会忽视。
可能她觉得如果把注意力转开事情就会过去。
后来我知道菲利斯的高中班级旅行去的就是华盛顿 ,但老师们私底下又把费用还回给了她,跟她解释说,班上的孩子除了菲利斯都是白人他们将住的那家旅馆会让菲利斯不高兴。
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Unit1The Fourth of July我第一次到华盛顿的时候是初夏，届时我将结束我的孩提时代。
至少这是他们在八年级的毕业典礼上对我们说的。
我的姐姐菲利斯在同一时间从高中毕业。
我不知道她应该结束什么时期。
但当作是送给我们俩的毕业礼物,我们全家在国庆日前往华盛顿旅游,那是传奇而著名的我国首都。
这是我第一次真正意义上在白天时乘坐火车。
当我还小的时候我们总是在夜晚乘坐运奶火车去康涅狄格海岸,因为它更便宜。
学校还没放假，家里就开始忙着准备旅行的事。
我们一周前就开始打包。
父亲拿了两个大箱子和一个装满食物的盒子。
事实上,我第一次华盛顿之旅可以说是一个移动的盛宴一在位子上安顿下来我就开始吃东西直到过了费城之后的某个地方才停下来。
我记得那是费城,是因为我们没有经过自由之钟对此我很失望。
母亲烤了两只鸡,然后把它们切成恰好一口一片的大小。
她打包了黑面包和黄油切片,青椒和胡萝卜条。
有来自Cushman面包店的亮黄色的周围有一圈扇贝形状的小冰蛋糕叫做“金盏花“。
有来自牛顿面包店的香辛小面包和岩皮饼,还有包裹着蛋黄酱的冰茶那是一家雷诺克斯大街上圣马可学校对面的西印度面包店。
还有母亲为我们准备的蜜桃和给父亲准备的茴香腌菜,桃子上还有绒毛,每个都单独包装,以免它们碰伤。
为了干净,母亲还准备了成堆的餐巾纸和一个小锡盒子里面装有浸了玫瑰水和甘油的毛巾,可以用来擦拭发粘的嘴巴。
我想要在餐车吃饭,因为我已经从书上读到过关于它们的一切,但母亲提醒了我无数次,餐车食品太贵,而且,你根本没法辨别那些食物上有谁的手在上面动过,也不知道, 之前他们的手又碰过什么地方。
我的母亲从未提及过1947年黑人还是不被允许进入前往南部的火车餐车。
通常,母亲都会忽视她不喜欢的或无法改变的事。
可能她觉得如果把注意力转开事情就会过去。
后来我知道菲利斯的高中班级旅行去的就是华盛顿,但老师们私底下又把费用还回给了她,跟她解释说,班上的孩子除了菲利斯都是白人他们将住的那家旅馆会让菲利斯不高兴。
这句话后来父亲对她私下里解释的意思就是,他们不租房间给黑人。
父亲承诺说“我们仍然会带着你们到华盛顿去,就我们自己。
而不是只是在便宜破旧的小旅馆里住一晚。
“在华盛顿,我们住一间有两张双人床的房间我还有一张额外的小床。
这是一家后街的旅馆是我父亲的一个从事房地产的朋友的。
次日弥撒过后我花了整个一天的时间眯着眼看林肯纪念堂。
在D.A.R.因玛丽安?安德森是个黑人而拒绝她在他们的礼堂唱歌后她曾在林肯纪念堂唱过歌。
父亲在告诉我们这个故事的时候说也许是因为她是“有色人种”。
除此之外父亲说的可能就是“黑人”,他当时相当激进。
我眯着眼是因为我一直处于无声的痛苦中那一直是我从童年的夏天的特征,从学校放假的六月到七月底,导致我扩张和脆弱的眼睛曝晒在夏天的强光下。
6月在我看来就是令人极度痛苦晕眩的白色。
我讨厌国庆日,甚至在我开始意识到这荒谬的现实—这对美国黑人来说也算是个庆典--之前就开始讨厌了。
我的父母不赞成戴墨镜,他们也花费不起。
我花了一下午的时间眯眼看自由纪念碑、历届总统和民主政治,不知道为什么华盛顿的光和热要比家乡纽约强得多。
甚至街道上的人行道路面都比家乡的颜色略浅。
后来在华盛顿的那个下午我和我的家人沿着宾夕法尼亚大道走回去。
我们可以算是个严格意义上的旅行团,母亲是白人、父亲是黑人,我们三个女孩介于黑白之间渐变。
受历史建筑和傍晚的炎热影响,父亲宣布去另一个地方。
他有种很强的历史感,懂得制造戏剧化的场面,懂得如何让旅行变得更有趣。
“我们要停下来喝点东西降降温么,林?”我们一家来到离旅馆两个街区远的拜尔冰激凌冷饮小卖部吃香草冰激凌。
小卖部里又昏暗又凉爽很好地缓解了我焦灼的眼睛。
我们五个衣着整洁一个挨着一个坐在的柜台边。
我坐在母亲和父亲中间我的两个姐姐坐在母亲的另一边。
我们沿着白色斑点的大理石柜台就坐,起先没人听明白那个女服务员说的是什么于是我们就这么坐在那。
那个女服务员朝我们走来靠近父亲再一次说“我说了我可以让你们外带但是抱歉你们不能坐在这儿吃。
” 然后她垂下双眼看起来十分尴尬。
瞬间我们同时都听到了她说了什么响亮且清楚。
我和我的家人挺直了背、义愤填膺,一个接一个从柜台凳子上下来转身走出了小卖部,安静并愤怒着,就好像我们从来不是黑人。
没有人会用除了内疚的沉默以外的什么来回答我所强调的问题。
“但是我们什么都没做!”这是不正确的不公平的!难道我没有写过关于自由和民主的诗歌吗?我的父母不会谈及这种歧视,不是因为他们导致了这种歧视,而是因为他们觉得他们应当预料到并且避免它。
这使得我更加的生气。
我的愤怒将不会被其他家庭成员所认同尽管他们同样愤怒。
甚至我的两个姐姐也学着我父母假装没有什么不正常的和反美的事发生过。
虽然在我给父亲看了我写在本子上的日记后他答应过我下周能用办公室的打字机但是他还是留我独自一人写抗议信寄给美国总统。
那个女服务员是白人的,那个柜台是白色的,我从来不曾在华盛顿吃到的冰淇淋,以及我离开的童年的那个夏天是白色的,白色的热浪和白色的人行道,那个夏天我第一次华盛顿之旅看到的白色纪念碑让我在余下的整个旅程中极为恶心反胃。
这次旅行实在算不上是毕业礼物。
UNIT 2The Struggle to Be an All-American Girl我和哥哥过去常常去的中文学校还在耶鲁街。
尽管刷了新油漆和围了高铁丝网,我十年前就熟知的这所学校仍明显没有丝毫改变。
每天下午5点,我和哥哥不得不去中文学校而不是和四、五年级的朋友们一起玩或溜出去到空地捉鬼寻骨。
再多的乱踢,乱叫,或请求都不能劝阻我的母亲，她坚决要我们学习中文。
她强行把我们从家里带到学校有七个街区的路程又长又崎岖。
她将面带挑衅、含着泪的我们带到严厉的校长面前。
我对他的唯一记忆是他就像一棵棕榈树一样摇动,他总是将他那双不停抽搐的手紧紧扣在背后。
我把他当成是一个抑郁疯狂的儿童杀手,还认为如果我们看到他的手,就会遇到大麻烦。
我们都坐在一个空旷的礼堂里的小椅子上。
这房间闻起来就像中药有一股进口的遥远的腐臭。
像古老的卫生球或肮脏的衣柜。
我讨厌那气味。
我喜爱清新的气味。
就像我在公立学校的美国老师喷的轻柔的法国香水。
尽管在学校重点主要是语言—口语、阅读、写作—课程总是从练习礼貌开始。
随着老师进来,最好的那个学生会敲击铃铛,然后每个人都站起来,磕头并齐道,“先生好,“意思是“老师好。
”十岁的时候,我还有比象形文字更重要的东西要学而不是用毛笔痛苦地一行行地从左往右抄写汉字那是一支真正的墨水笔,必须以一种极别扭的方式拿着,才能避免弄出斑驳的痕迹。
毕竟,我可以背出乘法表,说出火星的卫星的名字,写关于《小女人》和《黑美人》的读后感。
南茜朱尔是我最喜欢的女主人公,她从来不说汉语。
汉语对我来说是一个尴尬的来源。
我曾不止一次试图让自己摆脱那喋喋不休的声音,无论我走在附近唐人街外的美国超市那声音都会一直跟着我。
那声音属于我的祖母,一个脆弱的妇女却能吼出比街头小贩还响的声音。
她的笑话粗俗下流,她的汉语没有韵律和花样。
她语速很快,声音很大,一点儿也不优美。
她的汉语不像那安静轻快而浪漫的法语或柔和精致的南美语。
汉语听起来通俗、大众。
进进出出数以百计的中国人在日常工作中说着汉语让唐人街听起来混乱而嘈杂。
我不想被认为是在像疯子一样胡扯。
当我讲英文的时候人们会对我点头微笑说一些鼓励的话。
甚至和我有着相同文化背景的人都会咯咯笑着说我将来会有出息。
他们会说“哇她的嘴唇动的好快啊”意思说我能够跟得上唐人街外面的世界。
对于说英语这件事情我哥哥比我更狂热。
他对母亲尤其苛刻,经常残忍地批评她的洋泾浜口语——在谈话中夹杂中文就像炒杂碎一样。
他会恼羞成怒地说“不是‘What it is,’妈妈, 是‘What is it, what is it, what is it!’”有时候母亲可能偶尔会遗漏冠词,或者一个be动词。
他就会在母亲说到一半时打断她:“再说一次,妈妈。
说对来”每当他绊了一下舌头,他就会责怪她:“看哪,妈妈,这都是你的错。
你做了一个坏榜样。
”最激怒母亲的是当我哥哥逼她念辅音,尤其是“r”这个音。
“我的父亲开了母亲一个残酷的玩笑给她登记了一个她根本念不出来的英文名字。
不管她怎么努力,她总是把”Ruth “说成“Luth”或者“Roof”。
用毛笔抄写了两年的拥有大量词义的汉字我的“文化分裂”终于得到了许可。
我可以不用再去上中文学校了。
我觉得自己是多元文化的。
我更喜欢蛋卷玉米饼;我喜欢五月节胜于春节。
到最后,我以为自己是一个美国人,而不是一个中国人。
可悲的是,我始终都是中国人。
UNIT3A Hanging那是在缅甸，一个泡在雨水中的清晨。
我们侯在死牢外面，这是一排正面安了两重铁栅栏的小房子，象关动物的小笼子。
每间牢房十英尺见方，除了一张光板床和一只饮水罐，里面什么东西也没有。
其中有几间关着肤色棕黑、一声不响的犯人，一律裹着毯子，蹲在里层的栅栏跟前。
这些都是一两周之内就会被送上绞架的死刑犯。
一个死囚已经被带出他的牢房。
这是个瘦瘦小小的印度北方人，瘦得能一把攥起来，他的头发给剃掉了，但却长着浓密的胡茬子，特别像电影里滑稽角色的那种胡子，真不敢相信这么一付小身板能长出这么大一把胡子。
他眼睛里噙满泪水，但他的目光却是一片茫然。
六个大个子印度籍看守围着他，替他做上绞架的准备工作。
其中两位端着上了刺刀的步枪站在一边，其他几位忙着给他上手铐，之后把一根链子穿过他的手铐，绑在他们自己的腰带上，他的胳膊被紧紧地绑在身体两侧。
那几个人把他围得严严实实，七八只手在他身上细心地用着力，像是在爱抚他、无时无刻都要感觉到他的存在。
这场景颇似几个人在对付一条活蹦乱跳的鱼，生怕它随时可能跳回水里去一般。
但他只是站着，毫无反抗之意，任凭双臂被绳子摆布，似乎他根本注意不到正在发生的事情。
钟敲了八响，远处兵营里响起一阵军号，若隐若现，煞是凄清。
监狱长正独自站在一旁，心神不定地用手杖刺着地面的砂砾层，听见军号，他抬起头发话了。
“务必得抓紧了，弗兰西斯，”他不耐烦地说。
“这家伙这时候早该死了。
你们还没准备好吗？”看守长弗兰西斯，一个身着白色斜纹布制服、戴了副金边眼镜的德拉维胖子，动作夸张地举起他那只黑爪子报告。
“是的长官，是的长官，”他发音有点不清楚。
“全部肿备好了，您会满意的。
刽知手已经债等了。
我们可以肘了。
”“很好，那就马上出发。
这活儿不干完就没法给别的犯人开早饭。
”于是我们动身向绞刑场进发。
犯人两侧各走着两个斜端着步枪的看守，另外两个看守抓着犯人的肩膀和手臂，说不上是在推着他走还是在扶着他走。
我们其他人——文职人员等等，跟在队伍后面。
到绞刑场有大约四十码远。
那个犯人光着背，我看着他褐色的脊背在我前面晃动。
由于胳膊被绑着，他走路的样子有点费劲，不过却很稳健，每跨出一步，他那些肌肉便优美地消失又现形，他头皮上有一绺头发飘起再荡落，他的双脚都会在潮湿的砂砾地上印下足迹。