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(完整版)新视野大学英语第三版读写教程Book1-Unit1-sectionB课文及翻译

Unit1What we wish我们的期望My dear child,我亲爱的孩子：You are about to participate in the next leg of yourjourney through life. For us, this part is bittersweet.As you go off to college, exciting new worlds willop en up to you. They will inspire and challenge you; you will grow in incredibl e ways.你即将踏上人生的下一段旅程。

这让我们感到喜忧参半。

当你离家、步入大学的校门，激动人心的崭新世界将会展现在你面前。

这将带给你鼓舞，也会使你面临挑战；你将获得更大的进步与成长。

This is also a moment of sadness. Your departure to college makes it unden iably clear thatyou are no longer a child. There has been no greater joy than watching you arrive at thismoment. You have turned our greatest challenge i nto our greatest pride. Although we havebrought you to this point, it is hard to watch you depart. Remember above all things, we willmiss you.这也是令人伤感的时刻。

离家去上大学就明确意味着你不再是个孩子了。

没有什么比看到你走到今天这一步更令我们欣喜的了。

你曾经是我们最大的挑战，现在却成为我们最大的骄傲。

新视野大学英语UNIT1课文A及翻译

新视野大学英语UNIT1课文A及翻译Love and logic: The story of fallacy爱情与逻辑：谬误的故事1.I had my first date with Polly after I made the trade with my roommate Rob. That year every guy on campus had a leather jacket, and Rob couldn't stand the idea of being the only football player who didn't, so he made a pact that he'd give me his girl in exchange for my jacket. He wasn't the brightest guy. Polly wasn't too shrewd, either.在我和室友罗伯的交易成功之后，我和波莉有了第一次约会。

那一年校园里每个人都有件皮夹克，而罗伯是校足球队员中唯一一个没有皮夹克的，他一想到这个就受不了，于是他和我达成了一项协议，用他的女友换取我的夹克。

他可不那么聪明，而他的女友波莉也不太精明。

2.But she was pretty, well-off, didn't dye her hair strange colors or wear too much makeup. She had the right background to be the girlfriend of a dogged, brilliant lawyer. If I could show the elite law firms I applied to that I had a radiant, well-spoken counterpart by my side, I just might edge past the competition.但她漂亮而且富有，也没有把头发染成奇怪的颜色或是化很浓的妆。

新视野大学英语1读写教程课文原文

新视野大学英语1读写教程课文原文Reading Text 7On Having a Choice1. It was a cold winter's evening. I was having dinner with a group of friends in a cozy restaurant. Everyone seemed relaxed and content, enjoying good food and good company. Suddenly, our waiter brought over a plate of meat, which looked like a perfectly cooked steak. Immediately, one of my friends pushed her chair back and declared, "I'm a vegetarian, so I can't eat this." It was at that moment that I realized the power of having a choice.2. As humans, we are fortunate enough to have the ability to make choices. Whether it's what we eat, what we wear, or what we do for a living, the power of choice allows us to shape our own lives. Having the freedom to decide for ourselves gives us a sense of control and empowerment. It enables us to live authentic lives true to our values and beliefs.3. The ability to choose is especially important when it comes to our diets. Some people choose to be vegetarians or vegans for ethical reasons, while others are motivated by health concerns. In either case, the power to make this decision gives individuals the ability to live in alignment with their values. As my vegetarian friend exemplified, having the choice not to eat meat allowed her to stay true to her beliefs, even in a social setting.4. However, having a choice is not always easy. It requires making decisions and sometimes facing the consequences of those decisions. It may involve going against societal norms or facing criticism from others. Nonetheless, having the power of choice is a privilege that should not be taken for granted. It allows us to have autonomy over our own lives and determine our own paths.5. In a world where many people do not have the luxury of choices, it is important to recognize and appreciate this privilege. We should strive to make choices that align with our values and bring us joy and fulfillment. Whether it's choosing a career that we are passionate about or deciding to live a more sustainable lifestyle, our choices have the power to shape our lives and create a better world.6. To some extent, the power of choice is what defines us as human beings. It sets us apart from other species and gives us the ability to shape the world in which we live. So, the next time we are faced with a decision, let's remember the privilege we have in being able to choose. Let's embrace this power and use it wisely, making choices that reflect the values and beliefs that define us.。

新视野大学英语读写教程(第二版)第一册课文

新视野大学英语读写教程(第二版)第一册课文原文A\B及翻译.Unit 1Learning a Foreign LanguageP1Learning a foreign language was one of the most difficult yet most rewarding experiences of my life. Although at times, learning a language was frustrating, it was well worth the effort.P2 My experience with a foreign language began in junior middle school, when I took my first English class. I had a kind and patient teacher who often praised all of the students. Because of this positive method, I eagerly answered all the questions I could, never worrying much about making mistakes. I was at the top of my class for two years.P3When I went to senior middle school, I was eager to continue studying English; however, my experience in senior school was very different from before. While my former teacher had been patient with all the students, my new teacher quickly punished those who gave incorrect answers. Whenever we answered incorrectly, she pointed a long stick at us and, shaking it up and down, shouted, "No! No! No!" It didn't take me long to lose my eagerness to answer questions. Not only did I lose my joy in answering questions, but also I totally lost my desire to say anything at all in English.P4However, that state didn't last long. When I went to college, I learned that all students were required to take an English course. Unlike my senior middle school teacher, my college English teachers were patient and kind, and none of them carried long, pointed sticks! However, the situation was far from perfect. As our classes were very large, I was only able to answer a couple of questions in each class period. Also, after a few weeks of classes, I noticed there were many students who spoke much better than I did. I began to feel intimidated. So, once again, although for different reasons, I was afraid to speak. It seemed my English was going to stay at the same level forever.P5That was the situation until a couple of years later, when I was offered an opportunity to study English through an online course. The communication medium was a computer, phone line, and modem. I soon got access to the necessary equipment, learned the technology from a friend and participated in the virtual classroom 5 to 7 days a week.P6Online learning is not easier than regular classroom study; it requires much time, commitment and discipline to keep up with the flow of the course. I worked hard to meet the minimum standards set by the course and to complete assignments on time.P7 I practiced all the time. I carried a little dictionary with me everywhere I went, as well as a notebook in which I listed any new words I heard. I made many, sometimes embarrassing, mistakes. Once in a while I cried with frustration, and sometimes I felt like giving up. But I didn't feel intimidated by students who spoke faster than I did because I took all the time I needed to think out my ideas and wrote a reply before posting it on the screen. Then, one day I realized I could understand just about everything I came across, and most importantly, I could "say" anything I wanted to in English. Although I still made many mistakes and was continually learning, I had finally reaped the benefits of all that hard work.P8 Learning a foreign language has been a most trying experience for me, but one that I wouldn't trade for anything. Not only did learning another language teach me the value of hard work, but it also gave me insights into another culture, and my mind was opened to new ways of seeing things. The most wonderful result of having learned a foreign language was that I could communicate with many more people than before. Talking with people is one of my favorite activities, so being able to speak a new language lets me meet new people, participate in conversations, and form new, unforgettable friendships. Now that I speak a foreign language, instead of staring into space when English is being spoken, I can participate and make friends. I am able to reach out to others and bridge the gap between my language and culture and theirs.学习外语是我一生中最艰苦也是最有意义的经历之一。

新视野大学英语读写教程(第二版)第一册课文及翻译

Unit 1Learning a Foreign LanguageLearning a foreign language was one of the most difficult yet most rewarding experiences of my life. Although at times, learning a language was frustrating, it was well worth the effort.My experience with a foreign language began in junior middle school, when I took my first English class. I had a kind and patient teacher who often praised all of the students. Because of this positive method, I eagerly answered all the questions I could, never worrying much about making mistakes. I was at the top of my class for two years.When I went to senior middle school, I was eager to continue studying English; however, my experience in senior school was very different from before. While my former teacher had been patient with all the students, my new teacher quickly punished those who gave incorrect answers. Whenever we answered incorrectly, she pointed a long stick at us and, shaking it up and down, shouted, "No! No! No!" It didn't take me long to lose my eagerness to answer questions. Not only did I lose my joy in answering questions, but also I totally lost my desire to say anything at all in English.However, that state didn't last long. When I went to college, I learned that all students were required to take an English course. Unlike my senior middle school teacher, my college English teachers were patient and kind, and none of them carried long, pointed sticks! However, the situation was far from perfect. As our classes were very large, I was only able to answer a couple of questions in each class period. Also, after a few weeks of classes, I noticed there were many students who spoke much better than I did. I began to feel intimidated. So, once again, although for different reasons, I was afraid to speak. It seemed my English was going to stay at the same level forever.That was the situation until a couple of years later, when I was offered an opportunity to study English through an online course. The communication medium was a computer, phone line, and modem. I soon got access to the necessary equipment, learned the technology from a friend and participated in the virtual classroom 5 to 7 days a week.Online learning is not easier than regular classroom study; it requires much time, commitment and discipline to keep up with the flow of the course. I worked hard to meet the minimum standards set by the course and to complete assignments on time.I practiced all the time. I carried a little dictionary with me everywhere I went, as well as a notebook in which I listed any new words I heard. I made many, sometimes embarrassing, mistakes. Once in a while I cried with frustration, and sometimes I felt like giving up. But I didn't feel intimidated by students who spoke faster than I did because I took all the time I needed to think out my ideas and wrote a reply before posting it on the screen. Then, one day I realized I could understand just about everything I came across, and most importantly, I could "say" anything I wanted to in English. Although I still made many mistakes and was continually learning, I had finally reaped the benefits of all that hard work.Learning a foreign language has been a most trying experience for me, but one that I wouldn't trade for anything. Not only did learning another language teach me the value of hard work, but it also gave me insights into another culture, and my mind was opened to new ways of seeing things. The most wonderful result of having learned a foreign language was that I could communicate with many more people than before. Talking with people is one of my favorite activities, so being able to speak a new language lets me meet new people, participate in conversations, and form new, unforgettable friendships. Now that I speak a foreign language, instead of staring into space when English is being spoken, I can participate and make friends. I am able to reach out to others and bridge the gap between my language and culture and theirs.学习外语是我一生中最艰苦也是最有意义的经历之一。

新视野大学英语第三版第一册课文原文

Unit 1 Fresh StartText A Toward a brighter future for allToward a brighter future for all1 Good afternoon! As president of the university, I am proud to welcome you to this university. Your achievement is thetriumph of years of hard work, both of your own and of your parents and teachers. Here at the university, we pledge to make your educational experience as rewarding as possible.2 In welcoming you to the university, I am reminded of my own high school graduation and the photograph my mom took of my dad and me. "Posenaturally," Mom instructed us. "Wait!" said Dad, "Let's take a picture of me handing him an alarm clock." The clock woke me up every morning in college. It is still on my office desk.3 Let me share with you something that you may not expect. You will miss your old routines and your parents' reminders to work hard and attain your best. You may have cried tears of joy to be finally finished with high school, and your parents may have cried tears of joy to be finally finished with doing your laundry! But know this: The future is built on a strong foundation of the past.4 For you, these next four years will be a time unlike any other. Here you are surrounded by great resources: interesting students from all over the country, a learned and caring faculty, a comprehensive library, great sports facilities, and student organizations covering every possible interest from the arts to science, to community service and so on. You will have the freedom to explore and learn about new subjects. You will learn to get by on very little sleep, meet fascinating people, and pursue new passions. I want to encourage you to make the most of this unique experience, and to use your energy and enthusiasm to reap the benefits of this opportunity.5 You may feel overwhelmed by the wealth of courses available to you. You will not be able to experience them all, but sample them widely! College offers many things to do and to learn, and each of them offers a different way to see the world. If I could give you only one piece of advice about selecting courses, it would be this: Challenge yourself! Don't assume that you know in advance what fields will interest you the most. Take some courses in fields you've never tried before. You will not only emerge as a more broadly educated person, but you will also stand a better chance of discovering an unsuspected passion that will help to shape your future. A wonderful example of this is the fashion designer, V era Wang, who originally studied art history. Over time, Wang paired her studies in art history with her love of fashion and turned it into a passion for design, which made her a famous designer around the world.6 Here at the university, it may not always be pleasant to have so many new experiences all at once. In your dorm, the student next door may repeatedly play the one song, which gives you a giant headache! You may be an early bird while your roommate is a night owl! And still, you and your roommate may become best friends. Don't worry if you become a little uncomfortable with some of your new experiences. I promise you that the happy experiences will outweigh theunpleasant ones. And I promise that virtually all of them will provide you with valuable lessons which will enrich your life. So, with a glow in your eye and a song in your heart, step forward to meet these new experiences!7 We have confidence that your journey toward self-discovery and your progress toward finding your own passion will yield more than personal advancement. We believe that as you become members of our community of scholars, you will soon come to recognize that with the abundant opportunities for self-enrichment provided by the university, there also come responsibilities. A wise man said: "Education is simply the soul of a society as it passes from one generation to another." You are the inheritors of the hard work of your families and the hard work of many countless others who came before you. They built and transmitted the knowledge you will need to succeed. Now it is your turn. What knowledge will you acquire? What passions will you discover? What will you do to build a strong and prosperous future for the generations that will come after you?8 We take great pleasure in opening the door to this great step in your journey. We take delight in the many opportunities which you will find, and in the responsibilities that you will carry as citizens of your communities, your country, and the world. Welcome！Words and Expressionstriumphn. （尤指苦战后获得的）胜利，成功，成就pledgevt. 发誓；作保证posevi. （为照相或画像而）摆姿势vt. 造成，导致（困难或危险）routinen. 例行公事；常规；惯例a. 常规的；例行的；惯常的attainvt. 得到；获得；赢得foundationn. 基础resourcen. 1 资源；2 自然资源facultyn. 1 全体教员；2 天赋；能力；本领comprehensivea. 综合的；多方面的facilityn. （为某种目的而提供的）设施，设备communityn. 1 （同住一地的人所构成的）社区；2 群体；团体explorevt. 探讨，研究（主题、思想等）v. 勘探；探测；考察fascinatinga. 吸引人的；迷人的；使人神魂颠倒的pursuevt. 1 追求；致力于；2 追赶；追逐passionn. 1 强烈的爱好；热爱n. 2 强烈的情感；激情uniquea. 1 特别的；极不寻常的；极好的；2 不同的；独特的enthusiasmn. 热爱；热情；热心reapvt. 收获；获得v. 收割（庄稼）benefitn. 好处；益处；裨益opportunityn. 机会；时机overwhelmvt. （数量大得）使无法对付availablea. 可获得的；可利用的；现成的samplevt. 1 体验；2 对…作抽样检验n. 样本；样品；货样assumevt. 假定；假设；认为emergevi. 1 出现；为……所公认；2 出现；露出gianta. 巨大的；特大的maten. 同事；同伴roommaten. （尤指大学里的）室友owln. 猫头鹰virtuala. 1 几乎相同的；实质上的；2 虚拟的；模拟的virtuallyad. 1 实际上；几乎；差不多；2 虚拟地；模拟地enrichvt. 使丰富；充实；强化glown. 1 （某种）强烈的情感；2 柔和稳定的光vi. 发出柔和稳定的光confidencen. 1 信心；信赖；信任；2 自信心yieldvt. 1 产生（结果等）；2 出产；产生vi. 屈从；让步abundanta. 大量的；丰富的；充裕的responsibilityn. 1 （道德、社会）责任，义务；2 责任；3 职责；任务；义务inheritvt. 沿袭，秉承（信仰、传统或生活方式）v. 继承（财产）inheritorn. 1 （生活或思想方式的）后继者，继承人；2 遗产继承人transmitvt. 传送；传递；传播acquirevt. 1 学到，获得（知识、技能）；2 取得；获得；3 购得；得到prosperousa. 富裕的；繁荣的；兴旺的remind sb. of sb./sth.1 使某人想起某人或某事2 使某人想起（相似的）人或事get by过活；过得去；勉强应付make the most of sth.最大限度地利用某物reap the benefits (of sth.)得享（某事物的）好处in advance预先；提前stand a chance (of doing sth.)有（做成某事的）希望over time逐渐地；慢慢地turn (sb./sth.) into sth.（使某人/某物）变成all at once1 同时2 一下子；突然take pleasure in (doing) sth.乐于做某事open the door to sth.给…以机会；给…敞开方便之门take delight in (doing) sth.以（做）某事为乐Vera Wang王薇薇（1949–，著名美籍华裔设计师，被誉为“婚纱女王”）Text B What we wishMy dear child,1 You are about top anticipate in the next leg of your journey through life. For us, this part is bittersweet. As you go off to college, exciting new worlds will open up to you. They will inspire and challenge you; you will grow in incredible ways.2 This is also a moment of sadness. Your departure to college makes it undeniably clear that you are no longer a child. There has been no greater joy than watching you arrive at this moment. You have turned our greatest challenge into our greatest pride. Although we have brought you to this point, it is hard to watch you depart. Remember above all things, we will miss you.3 College will be the most important time of your life. It is here that you will truly discover what learning is about. You often ask, "Why do I need to know this?" I encourage you to stay inquisitive, but remember this: "Education is what remains after one has forgotten everything he learned in school." What you learn is not as important as the fact that you learn. This is the heart of scholarship: moving from teacher-taught to master-inspired, on over to the point where you become a self-learner. So, take each subject seriously, and if something doesn't immediately engage you, don't despair. Embrace it as a challenge. Find a way to make it your own.4 Of course, you must still take care to sign up for courses which stimulate your passion you’re your intellectual capacity. Don't be bound by what other people think. Steve Jobs said, when you are in college, your passion will create many dots, and later in your life you will connectthem. So, don't worry too much about what job you will have; don't be too practical. If you like French or Korean, study it even if someone else tells you that it's not useful. Enjoy picking your "dots". Be assured that one day, you will find your own meaningful career, and you will connect a beautiful curve through those dots.5 You know that we always want you to do your best, but don't let the pressure of grades get to you. We care only that you try your very best, and that you learn. It is better that your greatest effort earns a lesser grade than that no effort earns you a decent or higher grade. Grades in the end are simply letters fit to give the vain something to boast about, and the lazy something to fear. You are too good to be either. The reward is not the grade but what you learn.6 More importantly, make friends and trust others. The friends you make in college can be the best ones you will ever have. During these years, when you move into adulthood, the friends you make in college live closer to you than your family. You will form bonds of friendship that will blossom over many decades. Pick friends who are genuine and sincere. Select a few and become truly close to them. Don't worry about their hobbies, grades, or looks. Instead, trust your instincts when you make new friends. You are a genuine and sincere person; anyone would enjoy your friendship. So be confident, secure, and proactive. If you think you like someone, tell them. You have very little to lose. Don't be afraid to trust. Give others the benefit of the doubt, and don't reduce anyone to stereotypes. Nobody is perfect; as long as others are genuine, trust them and be good to them. They will give back.7 Remember also that your youth is full of strength and beauty, something that you will not comprehend until it is gone. You must guard and cultivate your strength and beauty. A healthy body and a sound mind are the greatest instruments you will ever possess. Enjoy life. Dance if you feel like it. Don't be afraid of what other people think. But also keep yourself safe and sound. Don't let the range of new experiences take your innocence, health, or curiosity away from you. Treasure your youth and the university experience before you.8 College is the time when you have: the first taste of independence, the greatest amount of free time, the most flexibility to change, the lowest cost for making mistakes.9 Approach these years enthusiastically! Make the most of your time. Become the great thinker you were born to be. Let your talents evolve to their fullest potential. Be bold! Experiment! Learn and grow! We are enormously proud that you've made it this far, and we can't wait to see what you will become.Your fatherUnit 2 Loving parents, loving childrenText A A child’s clutter awaits an adult’s return1 I watch her back her new truck out of the driveway. The vehicle is too large, tooexpensive. She'd refused to consider a practical car with good gasefficiency and easy topark. It's because of me, I think. She bought it to show me that she could.2 "I'm 18," she'd told me so often that my teeth ached. "I am an adult!"3 I thought, is that true? Just yesterday you watched some cartoons. What changed between yesterday and today?4 Today she's gone, off to be an adult far away from me. I'm glad she's gone. It means she made it, and that I'm finally free of 18 years of responsibilities. And yet I wonder if she could take good care of herself.5 She left a mess. Her bathroom is anembarrassment of damp towels, rusted shavingblades, hair in the sink, and nearly empty tubes oftoothpaste. I bring a box of big black garbage bags upstairs. Eye shadow, face cream, nail polish — all go into the trash. Idump drawers, sweep shelves clear and clean the sink. When I am finished, it is as neat and impersonal as a hotel bathroom.6 In her bedroom I findmismatched socks under her bed and purple pants on the closetfloor. Desk drawers are filed with school papers, field by year and subject. I catch myself reading through poems and essays, admiring high scores on tests and reading her name, printed or typed neatly in the upper right-hand corner of each paper. I pack the desk contents into abox. Six months, I think. I will give her six months to collect her belongings, and then I will throw them all away. That is fair. Grown-ups pay for storage.7 I have to pause at the books. Comic books, teenfiction, romantic novels,historical novels, and textbooks. A lifetime of reading; each bookbeloved. I want to be practical, to stuff them in paper sacks for the used bookstore. But I love books as much as she does, so I stack them onto a single bookshelf to deal with later.8 I go for her clothes. Dresses, sweaters, and shoes she hasn't worn since seventh grade are placed into garbage bags. I am a plague of locusts emptying the closet. Two piles grow to clumsyheights: one for charity, the other trash.9 There are more shoes, stuffed animals, large and small posters, hair bands, and pink hair curlers. The job grows larger the longer I am at it. How can one girl collect so much in only 18 years?10 I stuff the garbage bags until the plastic strains. Ihaul them down the stairs, two bags at a time. Donations to charity go into the trunk of my car; trash goes to the curb. I'm earning myself sweat andsore shoulders.11 She left the bedroom aridiculous mess, the comforter on the floor, the sheets tossedaside. Istrip off the comforter, blanket, sheets, and pillows. Once she starts feeding coins into laundry machines, she'll appreciate the years of clean clothes I've provided for free.12 I will turn her room into a crafts room. Or create the fancy guest room I've always wanted.13 I turn the bed over. A large brown envelope is marked "DO NOT THROW AW AY." I open it. More papers. I dump the contents onto the floor. There are old family photographs, letters, greeting cards, and love notes from us to her. There are comics clipped from newspapers and magazines. Every single item in this envelope has passed from our hands to hers. These are all things that we gave her. Suddenly, I feel very emotional.14 "DO NOT THROW AW AY."15 My kid — my clutter bug— knows me too well. As I read through the cards and notes, I think maybe the truck wasn't such a bad idea, after all. Maybe it helps her to feel less small in a big world.16 I reverse myself and bring back the garbage bags from the car and the curb. Clothes and shoes go back into the closet. I remake the bed and pile it with stuffed animals. My husband comes home and calls up the stairs.17 "Just straightening up," I tell him. "Can you find some boxes for her stuff?"18 He brings up boxes from the basement.19 "She left a mess," he says.20 "I don't mind," I reply. Silence.21 Then he says softly, "She's not coming back." I feel my throat tighten at the sadness in his voice. I try hard to keep back my tears.22 My little baby, my dependent child, isn't coming back. But someday my daughter, the independent woman, will return home. Tokens of her childhood will await her. So will we, with open arms.Text B Time slows down1 "Daddy, let's take a walk."2 It's an April day in Virginia. He nods, puts his hands on the arms of his wheelchair, whispers something that makes little sense. I try to help him up, but he is too heavy andlimp.3 "Come for a walk, and then — I've brought you a surprise."4 The white curtains surge in the breeze.5 Shivering, he complains it's chilly. "It's cold, I'm tired. Can't we go home now?"6 Suddenly we're far away in a time long past in part of a harbor I've never seen before. December, Chicago, I'm five, and cold. One glove is lost. My feet are tired. His legs are longer; he strides quickly through melting snow, toward buildings like airplane sheds withimmense doors.7 This is the most exciting place I have ever been. Suddenly my fatigue is gone. I could walk along here forever, at least until I find out how to get aboardone of the boats.8 We slow down our pace. Smaller sheds now. A green diner. Smells of fish and smoke. We enter a little hut. Barrels of salty water, string bags ofshellfish, bundles of fish laid out on ice.9 "Daddy, look at that snake!"10 "No, that's an eel," says Daddy. "Smoked. We'll take a portion home for supper."11 "I certainly won't eat that!"12 "All right," he says, and carries the smelly package. As we walk back, he tells me aboutmigrations of eels to the Sargasso Sea: how eels come down Dalmatian rivers and swim across the Mediterranean and then the whole Atlantic, until they reach the warm Sargasso Sea. Here they lay their eggs, and then the baby eels swim back to the native rivers of their parents.13 Back at last in the apartment, he unwraps the eel, opens his pocket knife and slices carefully.14 "I won't eat it," I saysuspiciously.15 "Try one bite, just for me."16 "I won't like it."17 While he hangs up our coats, I test one pinch. Smelly, smoky, and salty.18 He goes into the kitchen to heat milk for me and tea for himself. I test another pinch. Then another. He returns with the steaming cups.19 The eel has vanished.20 Because it is Sunday and I am five, he forgives me. Time slows down and the love flows in —father to daughter and back again.21 At 19, I fly out to Japan. My father and I climb Mount Fuji. High above the Pacific, andhours up the slope, we picnic on dried eel, seaweed crackers, and cold rice wrapped in the eel skin. He reaches thepeak first.22 As the years stretch, we walk along waterways all over the world. With his long stride, he often overtakes me. I've never known anyone with such energy.23 Some days, time flies with joy all around. Other days, time rots like old fish.24 Today in the nursing home in Virginia, anticipating his reluctance, I beg boldly and encourage him, "Please, Daddy, just a little walk.You are supposed to exercise."25 He can't get out of his chair. Not that he often gets up on his own, but once in a while he'll suddenly have a surge of strength. I stoop to lift his feet from the foot restraints, fold back the metal pieces which often scrape his delicate, paper-thin skin. "Come, now you can stand."26 He grips the walker and struggles forward. Gradually I lift and pull him to his feet. Standing unsteadily, he sways and then gains his balance.27 "See, you made it! That's wonderful! All right, I'll be right behind you, my hand in the small of your back. Now — forward, march!"28 He is impatient with the walker as I accompany him to the dining room. I help him to his chair, and hand him a spoon. It slips from his fingers. Pureed tuna is heaped on a plastic plate. I encourage him, sing him old songs, tell stories, but he won't eat. When I lift a spoonful of gray fishy stuff to his mouth, he says politely, "I don't care for any."29 Nor would I.30 Then I take the small smelly package covered in white wrapping paper from a plastic bag. He loves presents, and he reaches forward with awkward fingers to try to open it. The smell fills the room.31 "Look, Daddy, they've been out of it for months, but at last this morning at the fish seller near the Potomac, I found some smoked eel."32 We unwrap it, and then I take out the Swiss Army Knife my beloved aunt gave me "for safekeeping", and slice the silvery flesh.33 "What a beautiful picnic," my father beams.34 He takes a sip of his champagne, and then with steady fingers picks up a slice of eel and downs it easily. Then another, and another, until he eats the whole piece. And again, time slows down and the love flows in — daughter to father and back again.Unit 3 Digital CampusText A College life in the Internet age1 The college campus, long a place of scholarship and frontiers of new technology, is beingtransformed into a new age of electronics by afleet of laptops, smartphones and connectivity 24 hours a day.2 On a typical modern-day campus, where every building and most outdoor common areas offer wireless Internet access, one student takes her laptop everywhere. In class, she takes notes with it, sometimes instant-messaging or emailing friends if the professor is less than interesting. In her dorm, she instant-messages her roommate sitting just a few feet away. She is tied to her smartphone, which she even uses to text a friend who lives one floor above her, and which supplies music for walks between classes.3 Welcome to college life in the 21st century, where students on campus are electronically linked to each other, to professors and to their classwork 24/7 in an ever-flowing river of information and communication. With many schools offering wireless Internet access anywhere on campus, colleges as a group have become the most Internetaccessible spots in the world.4 Students say they really value their fingertip-access to the boundless amount of information online, and the ability to email professors at 2 a.m. and receive responses the next morning. "I always feel like I have a means of communication —in class and out of class," says oneengineering major.5 Many are using smartphones, not only to create their own dialectswhen texting, but also to do more serious work, such as practicing foreign languages and analyzingscripts from their theater classes. In a university class on the history of American radio, students use smartphones to record their own radio shows. The course instructor said, "It's adding to students' sense of excitement about the subject." Professors have been encouraged to tape their lectures and post them online. "We realized there might be some potential for a devicethat could get attention and encouragesophisticated thinking," says one leading university director.6 For mostundergraduates, non-stop Internet connectivity is the fuel of college life. More than just toys, these instruments are powerful tools for the storage and management of virtually every kind of information. And as more people around the world adoptthese instruments, they are becoming indispensable. So, students should use the wonders of the Internet to do homework, review lecture outlines, take part in class discussions and network online with their friends. But in doing so, students must remember to regulate and balance their time. Too much time online can mean too little time in real-life studying or exercising or visiting with friends. Students should not let the Internet world on their computer screens take them away from the real world outside.7 Colleges began embracing Internet access in the mid-1990s, when many began wiring dorms with high-speed connections. In the past few years, schools have taken the lead by turning their campuses intobubbles of Wi-Fi networks. In fact, a recent study in the US found that informationtechnology accounted for 5% to 8% of college budgets, up from an estimated 2% to 3% in the mid-1980s.8 On one campus, students use Wi-Fi to fire off instant messages, review their homeworkassignments, and check their bank balances. Just nine miles down thehighway, another university had been feeling a bit of a technologyinferiority complex. Tocompensate, it spent tens of thousands of dollars to give every one of its incoming freshmen a free Apple iPad.9 Some universities even require that all students own or lease a laptop. Some say the focus on technology prepares students for a wired world. "You have to keep up with the rest of the world. Students expect high-bandwidth information, and if you can't deliver it, you're at acompetitive disadvantage," states a university president.10 Other colleges are straining to stand out from their peers. The race to attract students with the most modern networks and the hottest systems has reached fever pitch. Some business majors are receiving free portablecomputers. In an always-connected mode, they can get information anytime and anywhere they need. One university is even giving its freshmen new smartphones to enrich the student experience and prepare them for success in a rapidly changing world.11 For those who prefer to travel laptop-free, colleges supply several computer labs. And for students who study late into the night, many have set up 24-hour repair shops where students can get their laptops fixed by the next day and receive aloaner in the meantime.12 Colleges around the world have been replacing their computer systems for the past decade, in large part to provide students with the most advanced free system. The anywhere-anytime access has already yieldedamazing benefits in education. With the widespread application of computer technologies, we are going to produce a generation of problem-solvers and intelligentthinkers, which is indispensable for the future of the world.Text B Too much of a good thing-a real addiction1 The college campus, long a place of scholarship and frontiers of new technology, is beingtransformed into a new age of electronics by afleet of laptops, smartphones and connectivity 24 hours a day.2 On a typical modern-day campus, where every building and most outdoor common areas offer wireless Internet access, one student takes her laptop everywhere. In class, she takes notes with it, sometimes instant-messaging or emailing friends if the professor is less than interesting. In her dorm, she instant-messages her roommate sitting just a few feet away. She is tied to her smartphone, which she even uses to text a friend who lives one floor above her, and which supplies music for walks between classes.3 Welcome to college life in the 21st century, where students on campus are electronically linked to each other, to professors and to their classwork 24/7 in an ever-flowing river of information andcommunication. With many schools offering wireless Internet access anywhere on campus, colleges as a group have become the most Internetaccessible spots in the world.4 Students say they really value their fingertip-access to the boundless amount of information online, and the ability to email professors at 2 a.m. and receive responses the next morning. "I always feel like I have a means of communication —in class and out of class," says oneengineering major.5 Many are using smartphones, not only to create their own dialectswhen texting, but also to do more serious work, such as practicing foreign languages and analyzingscripts from their theater classes. In a university class on the history of American radio, students use smartphones to record their own radio shows. The course instructor said, "It's adding to students' sense of excitement about the subject." Professors have been encouraged to tape their lectures and post them online. "We realized there might be some potential for a devicethat could get attention and encouragesophisticated thinking," says one leading university director.6 For mostundergraduates, non-stop Internet connectivity is the fuel of college life. More than just toys, these instruments are powerful tools for the storage and management of virtually every kind of information. And as more people around the world adoptthese instruments, they are becoming indispensable. So, students should use the wonders of the Internet to do homework, review lecture outlines, take part in class discussions and network online with their friends. But in doing so, students must remember to regulate and balance their time. Too much time online can mean too little time in real-life studying or exercising or visiting with friends. Students should not let the Internet world on their computer screens take them away from the real world outside.7 Colleges began embracing Internet access in the mid-1990s, when many began wiring dorms with high-speed connections. In the past few years, schools have taken the lead by turning their campuses intobubbles of Wi-Fi networks. In fact, a recent study in the US found that information technology accounted for 5% to 8% of college budgets, up from an estimated 2% to 3% in the mid-1980s.8 On one campus, students use Wi-Fi to fire off instant messages, review their homeworkassignments, and check their bank balances. Just nine miles down thehighway, another university had been feeling a bit of a technologyinferiority complex. Tocompensate, it spent tens of thousands of dollars to give every one of its incoming freshmen a free Apple iPad.9 Some universities even require that all students own or lease a laptop. Some say the focus on technology prepares students for a wired world. "You have to keep up with the rest of the world. Students expect high-bandwidth information, and if you can't deliver it, you're at acompetitive disadvantage," states a university president.10 Other colleges are straining to stand out from their peers. The race to attract students with the most modern networks and the hottest systems has reached fever pitch. Some business majors are。

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Unit 1Learning a Foreign LanguageLearning a foreign language was one of the most difficult yet most rewarding experiences of my life. Although at times, learning a language was frustrating, it was well worth the effort.My experience with a foreign language began in junior middle school, when I took my first English class. I had a kind and patient teacher who often praised all of the students. Because of this positive method, I eagerly answered all the questions I could, never worrying much about making mistakes. I was at the top of my class for two years.When I went to senior middle school, I was eager to continue studying English; however, my experience in senior school was very different from before. While my former teacher had been patient with all the students, my new teacher quickly punished those who gave incorrect answers. Whenever we answered incorrectly, she pointed a long stick atus and, shaking it up and down, shouted, "No! No! No!" It didn't take me long to lose my eagerness to answer questions. Not only did I lose myjoy in answering questions, but also I totally lost my desire to say anything at all in English.However, that state didn't last long. When I went to college, I learned that all students were required to take an English course.Unlike my senior middle school teacher, my college English teachers were patient and kind, and none of them carried long, pointed sticks! However, the situation was far from perfect. As our classes were very large, I was only able to answer a couple of questions in each class period. Also,after a few weeks of classes, I noticed there were many students who spoke much better than I did. I began to feel intimidated. So, once again, although for different reasons, I was afraid to speak. It seemed my English was going to stay at the same level forever.That was the situation until a couple of years later, when I was offered an opportunity to study English through an online course. The communication medium was a computer, phone line, and modem. I soon got access to the necessary equipment, learned the technology from a friend and participated in the virtual classroom 5 to 7 days a week.Online learning is not easier than regular classroom study; it requires much time, commitment and discipline to keep up with the flow of the course. I worked hard to meet the minimum standards set by the course and to complete assignments on time.I practiced all the time. I carried a little dictionary with me everywhere I went, as well as a notebook in which I listed any new words I heard. I made many, sometimes embarrassing, mistakes. Once in a while I cried with frustration, and sometimes I felt like giving up. But I didn't feel intimidated by students who spoke faster than I did because I took all the time I needed to think out my ideas and wrote a reply before posting it on the screen. Then, one day I realized I could understand just about everything I came across, and most importantly, I could "say" anything I wanted to in English. Although I still made many mistakes and was continually learning, I had finally reaped the benefits of all that hard work.Learning a foreign language has been a most trying experience for me, but one that I wouldn't trade for anything. Not only did learninganother language teach me the value of hard work, but it also gave me insights into another culture, and my mind was opened to new ways of seeing things. The most wonderful result of having learned a foreign language was that I could communicate with many more people than before. Talking with people is one of my favorite activities, so being able to speak a new language lets me meet new people, participate in conversations, and form new, unforgettable friendships. Now that I speak a foreign language, instead of staring into space when English is being spoken, I can participate and make friends. I am able to reach out to others and bridge the gap between my language and culture and theirs.学习外语是我一生中最艰苦也是最有意义的经历之一。

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Unit01TestA奔向更加光明的未来1 下午好！作为校长，我非常自豪地欢迎你们来到这所大学。

你们所取得的成就是你们自己多年努力的结果，也是你们的父母和老师们多年努力的结果。

在这所大学里，我们承诺将使你们学有所成。

2 在欢迎你们到来的这一刻，我想起自己高中毕业时的情景，还有妈妈为我和爸爸拍的合影。

妈妈吩咐我们：“姿势自然点。

”“等一等,”爸爸说，“把我递给他闹钟的情景拍下来。

”在大学期间，那个闹钟每天早晨叫醒我。

至今它还放在我办公室的桌子上。

3 让我来告诉你们一些你们未必预料得到的事情。

你们将会怀念以前的生活习惯，怀念父母曾经提醒你们要刻苦学习、取得佳绩。

你们可能因为高中生活终于结束而喜极而泣，你们的父母也可能因为终于不用再给你们洗衣服而喜极而泣！但是要记住：未来是建立在过去扎实的基础上的。

4 对你们而言，接下来的四年将会是无与伦比的一段时光。

在这里，你们拥有丰富的资源：有来自全国各地的有趣的学生，有学识渊博又充满爱心的老师，有综合性图书馆，有完备的运动设施，还有针对不同兴趣的学生社团——从文科社团到理科社团、到社区服务等等。

你们将自由地探索、学习新科目。

你们要学着习惯点灯熬油，学着结交充满魅力的人，学着去追求新的爱好。

我想鼓励你们充分利用这一特殊的经历，并用你们的干劲和热情去收获这一机会所带来的丰硕成果。

5 有这么多课程可供选择，你可能会不知所措。

你不可能选修所有的课程，但是要尽可能体验更多的课程！大学里有很多事情可做可学，每件事情都会为你提供不同视角来审视世界。

如果我只能给你们一条选课建议的话，那就是：挑战自己！不要认为你早就了解自己对什么样的领域最感兴趣。

选择一些你从未接触过的领域的课程。

这样，你不仅会变得更加博学，而且更有可能发现一个你未曾想到的、能成就你未来的爱好。

一个绝佳的例子就是时装设计师王薇薇，她最初学的是艺术史。

随着时间的推移，王薇薇把艺术史研究和对时装的热爱结合起来，并将其转化为对设计的热情，从而使她成为全球闻名的设计师。

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Unit1Americans believe no one stands still. If you are not moving ahead, you are falling behind.?This attitude?results?in?a nation of people committed to researching, experimenting and exploring.?Time is one of the two elements that Americans save carefully, the other being labor."We are slaves to nothing but the clock,” it has been said. Time is treated as if it were something almost real. We budget it, save it, waste it, steal it, kill it, cut it, account for it; we also charge for it. It is a precious resource. Many people have a rather acute sense of the shortness of each lifetime. Once the sands have run out of a person’s hourglass, they cannot be replaced. We want every minute to count.A foreigner’s first impression of the U.S. is likely to be that everyone is in a rush -- often under pressure. City people always appear to be hurrying to get where they are going, restlessly seeking attention in a store, or elbowing others as they try to complete their shopping. Racing through daytime meals is part of the pace of life in this country. Working time is considered precious. Others in public eating-places are waiting for you to finish so they, too, can be served and get back to work within the time allowed. You also find drivers will be abrupt and people will push past you. You will misssmiles, brief conversations, and small exchanges with strangers. Don’t take it personally. This is because people value time highly, and they resent someone else “wasting” it beyond a certain appropriate point.Many new arrivals to the States will miss the opening exchanges of a business call, for example. They will miss the ritual interaction that goes with a welcoming cup of tea or coffee that may be a convention in their own country. They may miss leisurely business chats in a restaurant or coffee house.Normally, Americans do not assess their visitors in such relaxed surroundings over extended small talk; much less do they take them out for dinner, or for around on the golf course while they develop a sense of trust. Since we generally assess and probe professionally rather than socially, we start talking business very quickly. Time is, therefore, always ticking in our inner ear.Consequently, we work hard at the task of saving time. We produce a steady flow of labor-saving devices; we communicate rapidly through faxes, phone calls or emails rather than through personal contacts, which though pleasant, take longer -- especially given our traffic-filled streets. We, therefore, save most personal visiting for after-work hours or for social weekend gatherings.To us the impersonality of electronic communication has little orno relation to the significance of the matter at hand. In some countries no major business is conducted without eye contact, requiring face-to-face conversation. In America, too, a final agreement will normally be signed in person. However, people are meeting increasingly on television screens, conducting “teleconferences” to settle problems not only in this country but also -- by satellite -- internationally.The U. S. is definitely a telephone country. Almost everyone uses the telephone to conduct business, to chat with friends, to make or break social appointments, to say “Thank you,” to shop and to obtain all kinds of information. Telephones save the feet and endless amounts of time. This is due partly to the fact that the telephone service is superb here, whereas the postal service is less efficient.Some new arrivals will come from cultures where it is considered impolite to work too quickly. Unless a certain amount of time is allowed to elapse, it seems in their eyes as if the task being considered were insignificant, not worthy of proper respect. Assignments are, consequently, felt to be given added weight by the passage of time. In the U. S., however, it is taken as a sign of skillfulness or being competent to solve a problem, or fulfill a job successfully, with ually, the more important a task is, the more capital, energy, and attention will be poured into it in orderto “get it moving.”Unit2Learning the Olympic Standard for LoveNikolai Petrovich Anikin was not half as intimidating as I had imagined he would be. No, this surely was not the ex-Soviet coach my father had shipped me out to meet.But Nikolai he was, Petrovich and all. He invited me inside and sat down on the couc h, patting the blanket next to him to get me to sit next to him. I was so nervous in his presence."You are young," he began in his Russian-style English. "If you like to try for Olym pic Games, I guess you will be able to do this. Nagano Olympics too soon for you, bu t for 2002in Salt Lake City, you could be ready.""Yes, why not?" he replied to the shocked look on my face.I was a promisingamateur skier, but by no means the top skier in the country. "Of course, there will be many hard training sessions, and you will cry, but you will improve."To be sure, there were countless training sessions full of pain and more than a few tea rs,but in the five years that followedI could always count on being encouraged by Nikolai'samusing stories and sense of humor."My friends, they go in the movies, they go in the dance, they go out with girls," he would start. "But I," he would continue, lowering his voice, "I am practice, practice, p ractice inthe stadium. And by the next year, I had cut 1-1/2 minutes off my time in the15-kilometer race!"My friends asked me, 'Nikolai, how did you do it?' And I replied, 'You go in the m ovies, you go in the dance, you go out with girls, but I am practice, practice, practice.' "Here the story usually ended, but on one occasion, which we later learned was his 2 5th wedding anniversary, he stood proudly in a worn woolen sweater and smiled and whispered, "And I tell you, I am 26 years old before I ever kiss a girl! She was the wo man I later marry."Romantic and otherwise, Nikolai knew love.His consistent good humor, quiet gratitude, perceptivity, and sincerity set an Olympic standard for love that I continue to reach for, even though my skiing days are over.Still, he never babied me.One February day I had a massive headache and felt quitefatigued. I came upon him in a clearing, and after approximately 15 minutes of stridin ginto the cold breeze over the white powder to catch him, I fussed, "Oh, Nikolai, I feel like I am going to die.""When you are a hundred years old, everybody dies," he said, indifferent to my pain ."But now," he continued firmly. "Now must be ski, ski, ski." And, on skis, I did wh at he said.On other matters, though, I was rebellious.Once, he packed 10 of us into a Finnish bachelor's tiny home for a low-budget ski ca mp. We awokethe first morning to find Nikolai making breakfast and then made quick work with ou r spoonswhile sitting on makeshift chairs around a tiny card table.When we were finished, Nikolaistacked the sticky bowls in front of my sole female teammate and me, asserting, "No w, girls do dishes!"I threw my napkin on the floor and swore at him,"Ask the damn boys! This is unfair."He never asked this of me again, nor did he take much notice of my outburst. He save dhis passion for skiing.When coaching, he would sing out his instructions keeping rhythm with our stride: "Yes, yes, one-two-three, one-two-three." A dear lady friend of my grandfather, after viewing a copy of a video of me training with Nikolai, asked, "Does he also teach dan ce?"In training, I worked without rest to correct mistakes that Nikolai pointed out and Iasked after each pass if it was better."Yes, it's OK. But the faster knee down, the better." "But is it fast enough?" I'd p ersist. Finally he would frown and say,"Billion times you make motion—then be perfect,"reminding me in an I've-told-you-a-billion-times tone, "You must be patient." Nikolai's patience and my hard work earned me a fourth-place national ranking headi nginto the pre-Olympic season,but then I missed the cut for the 2002 Olympics.Last summer, I returned to visit Nikolai. He made me tea... and did the dishes! We t alked while sitting on his couch.Missing the Olympic Team the previous year had made mepause and reflect on what I had gained—not the least of which was a quiet, indissolub le bond with a short man in a tropical shirt.Nikolai taught me to have the courage, heart, and discipline to persist, even if it tak es a billion tries.He taught me to be thankful in advance for a century of life on earth, and to remind myself every day that despite the challenges at hand, "Now must be love, love , love.Unit 3Marriage Across the NationsGail and I imagined a quiet wedding. During our two years together we had experienced the usual ups and downs of a couple learning to know, understand, and respect each other. But through it all we had honestly confronted the weaknesses and strengths of each other'scharacters.Our racial and cultural differences enhanced our relationship and taught us a great deal about tolerance, compromise, and being open with each other. Gail sometimes wondered why I and other blacks were so involved with the racial issue, and I was surprised that she seemed to forget the subtler forms of racial hatred in Americansociety.Gail and I had no illusions about what the future held for us as a married, mixed couple in America. The continual source of our strength was our mutual trust and respect.We wanted to avoid the mistake made by many couples of marrying for the wrong reasons, and only finding out ten, twenty, or thirty years later that they were incompatible, that they hardly took thetime to know each other, that they overlooked serious personality conflicts in the expectation that marriage was an automatic way to make everything work out right. That point was emphasized by the fact that Gail's parents, after thirty-five years of marriage, were going through a bitter and painful divorce, which had destroyed Gail and fora time had a negative effect on our budding relationship.When Gail spread the news of our wedding plans to her family she met with some resistance. Her mother, Deborah, all along had been supportive of our relationship, and even joked about when we were going to get married so she could have grandchildren. Instead of congratulations upon hearing our news, Deborah counseled Gail to be really sure she was doing the right thing."So it was all right for me to date him, but it's wrong for me to marry him. Is his color the problem, Mom?" Gail subsequently told me shehad asked her mother."To start with I must admit that at first I harbored reservations about a mixed marriage, prejudices you might even call them. But when I met Mark I found him a charming and intelligent young guy. Any mother would be proud to have him for a son-in-law. So, color has nothing to do with it. Yes, my friends talk. Some even express shock at what you're doing. But they live in a different world. So you see,Mark's color is not the problem. My biggest worry is that you may be marrying Mark for the same wrong reasons that I married your father. When we met I saw him as my beloved, intelligent, charming, and caring. It was all so new, all so exciting, and we both thought, on the surface at least, that ours was an ideal marriage with every indication that it would last forever. I realized only later that I didn't know my beloved, your father, very well when we married.""But Mark and I have been together more than two years," Gail railed. "We've been through so much together. We've seen each other at our worst many times. I'm sure that time will only confirm what we feeldeeply about each other.""You may be right. But I still think that waiting won't hurt. You're onlytwenty-five."Gail's father, David, whom I had not yet met personally, approached our decision with a father-knows-best attitude. He basically asked the same questions as Gail's mother: "Why the haste? Who is this Mark? What's his citizenship status?" And when he learned of my problems with the Citizenship department, he immediately suspected that I was marrying his daughter in order to remain in the United States."But Dad, that's harsh," Gail said."Then why the rush? Buy time, buy time," he remarked repeatedly."Mark has had problems with citizenship before and has always taken care of them himself," Gail defended." In fact, he made it very clear when we were discussing marriage that if I had any doubts about anything, I should not hesitate to cancel our plans."Her father proceeded to quote statistics showing that mixed couples had higher divorce rates than couples of the same race and gave examples of mixed couples he had counseled who were havingmarital difficulties."Have you thought about the hardships your children would gothrough?" he asked."Dad, are you a racist?""No, of course not. But you have to be realistic.""Maybe our children will have some problems, but whose children don't? But one thing they'll always have: our love and devotion.""That's idealistic. People can be very cruel toward children frommixed marriages.""Dad, we'll worry about that when the time comes. If we had to resolve all doubt before we acted, very little would ever get done.""Remember, it's never too late to change your mind."Unti4A Test of True LoveSix minutes to six, said the digital clock over theinformation desk in Grand Central Station. John Blandford, a tall young army officer, focused his eyesight on the clock to note the exact time. In six minutes he would see the woman who had filled a special place in his life for the past thirteen months, a wo man he had never seen, yet whose written words had been with him and had given hi m strength without fail.Soon after he volunteered for military service, he had received a book from this wo man. A letter, which wished him courage and safety, came with the book. He discove red that many of his friends, also in the army, had received the identical book from th e woman, Hollis Meynell. And while they all got strength from it, and appreciated her support of their cause, John Blandford was the only person to write Ms. Meynell bac k. On the day of his departure, to a destination overseas where he would fight in the war, he received her reply. Aboard the cargo ship that was taking him into enemy terr itory, he stood on the deck and read her letter to him again and again. For thirteen months, she had faithfully written to him. When his letters did not arrive, she wrote a nyway, without decrease. During the difficult days of war, her letters nourished him a nd gave him courage. As long as he received letters from her, he felt as though he cou ld survive. After a short time, he believed he loved her, and she loved him. It was as if fate had brought them together.But when he asked her for a photo, she declined his request. She explained her objec tion: "If your feelings for me have any reality, any honest basis, what I look like won' t matter. Suppose I'm beautiful. I'd always be bothered by the feeling that you loved me for my beauty, and that kind of love would disgust me. Suppose I'm plain. Then I' d always fear you were writing to me only because you were lonely and had no one el se. Either way, I would forbid myself from loving you. When you come to New York and you see me, then you can make your decision. Remember, both of us are free to stop or to go on after that—if that's what we choose..."One minute to six... Blandford's heart leaped.A young woman was coming toward him, and he felt a connection with her right aw ay. Her figure was long and thin, her spectacular golden hair lay back in curls from h er small ears. Her eyes were blue flowers; her lips had a gentle firmness. In her fancy green suit she was like springtime come alive.He started toward her, entirely forgetting to notice that she wasn't wearing a rose, an d as he moved, a small, warm smile formed on her lips."Going my way, soldier?" she asked.Uncontrollably, he made one step closer to her. Then he saw Hollis Meynell.She was standing almost directly behind the girl, a woman well past forty, and a foss il to his young eyes, her hair sporting patches of gray. She was more than fat; her thic k legs shook as they moved. But she wore a red rose on her brown coat.The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away and soon vanished into the fog. B landford felt as though his heart was being compressed into a small cement ball, so strong was his desire to follow the girl, yet so deep was his longing for the woman who se spirit had truly companioned and brought warmth to his own; and there she stood. Her pale, fat face was gentle and intelligent; he could see that now. Her gray eyes had a warm, kindly look.Blandford resisted the urge to follow the younger woman, though it was not easy to do so. His fingers held the book she had sent to him before he went off to the war, wh ich was to identify him to Hollis Meynell. This would not be love. However, it would be something precious, something perhaps even less common than love—a friendshi p for which he had been, and would always be, thankful. He held the book out tow ard the woman."I'm John Blandford, and you—you are Ms. Meynell. I'm so glad you could meet m e. May I take you to dinner?" The woman smiled. "I don't know what this is all about, son," she answered. "That young lady in the green suit—the one who just went by—begged me to wear this rose on my coat. And she said that if you asked me to go out with you, I should tell you that she's waiting for you in that big restaurant near the hig hway. She said it was some kind of a test."Unte5Weeping for My Smoking Daughter)My daughter smokes. While she is doing her homework, her feet on the bench in fr ont of her and her calculator clicking out answers to her geometry problems, I am loo king at the half-empty package of Camels tossed carelessly close at hand. I pick them up, take them into the kitchen, where the light is better, and study them -- they are fil tered, for which I am grateful. My heart feels terrible. I want to weep. In fact, I do weep a little, standing there by the stove holding one of the instruments, so white, so pre cisely rolled, that could cause my daughter's death. When she smokedMarlboros and Players I hardened myself against feeling so bad; nobody I knew ever smoked these brands.She doesn't know this, but it was Camels that my father, her grandfather, smoked. But before he smoked cigarettes made by manufacturers -- when he was ver y young and very poor, with glowing eyes -- he smoked Prince Albert tobacco in ciga rettes he rolled himself. I remember the bright-red tobacco tin, with a picture of Queen Victoria's partner, Prince Albert, dressed in a black dress coat and carrying a c ane.By the late forties and early fifties no one rolled his own anymore (and few women smoked) in my hometown of Eatonton, Georgia. The tobacco industry, coupled with Hollywood movies in which both male and female heroes smoked like chimneys ,completely won over people like my father, who were hopelessly hooked by cigarette s. He never looked as fashionable as Prince Albert, though; he continued to look like a poor, overweight, hard working colored man with too large a family, black, with a v ery white cigarette stuck in his mouth.I do not remember when he started to cough. Perhaps it was unnoticeable at first, a little coughing in the morning as he lit his first cigarette upon getting out of bed. By t he time I was sixteen, my daughter's age, his breath was a wheeze, embarrassing to he ar; he could not climb stairs without resting every third or fourth step. It was not unus ual for him to cough for an hour.My father died from "the poor man's friend", pneumonia, one hard winter when hislung illnesses had left him low. I doubt he had much lung left at all, after coughing for so many years. He had so little breath that, during his last years, he was always leaning on something. I remembered once, at a family reunion, when my daughter wa stwo, that my father picked her up for a minute -- long enough for me to photograph t hem -- but the effort was obvious. Near the very end of his life, and largely because h e had no more lungs, he quit smoking. He gained a couple of pounds, but by then he was so slim that no one noticed.When I travel to Third World countries I see many people like my father and daughter. There are large advertisement signs directed at them both: the tough, confid ent or fashionable older man, the beautiful, "worldly" young woman, both dragging away. In these poor countries, as in American inner cities and on reservations, money that should be spent for food goes instead to the tobacco compan ies; over time, people starve themselves of both food and air, effectively weakening and hooking their children, eventually killing themselves. I read in the newspaper and in my gardening magazine that the ends of cigarettes are so poisonous that if a baby swallows one, it is likely to die, and that the boiled water fro m a bunch of them makes an effective insecticide.There is a deep hurt that I feel as a mother. Some days it is a feeling of uselessness.I remember how carefully I ate when I was pregnant, how patiently I taught my daughter how to cross a street safely. For what, I sometimes wonder; so that she can strug gle to breathe through most of her life feeling half her strength, and then dieof self-poisoning, as her grandfather did?There is a quotation from a battered women's shelter that I especially like: "Peace o n earth begins at home." I believe everything does. I think of a quotation for people tr ying to stop smoking: "Every home is a no smoking zone." Smoking is a form of self-battering that also batters those who must sit by, occasionally joke or complain, and h elplessly watch. I realize now that as a child I sat by, through the years, and literally watched my father kill himself: surely one such victory in my family, for the prospero us leaders who own the tobacco companies, is enough.Uint6 aFor her first twenty-four years, she'd been known as Debbie—a name that didn't suit her good looks and elegant manner."My name has always made me think I should be a cook," she complained."I just don't feel like a Debbie."One day, while filling out an application form for a publishing job, the young woman impulsivelysubstituted her middle name, Lynne, for her first name Debbie."That was the smartest thing I ever did," she says now."As soon as I stopped calling myself Debbie, I felt more comfortable with myself... and other people started to take me more seriously."Two years after her successful job interview, the former waitress is now a successful magazine editor.Friends and associates call her Lynne.Naturally, the name change didn't cause Debbie/Lynne'sprofessional achievement—but it surely helped if only by adding a bit of self-confidence to hertalentsSocial scientists say that what you're called can affect your life.Throughout history, names have not merely identified people but also described them."As his name is, so is he." says theBible, and Webster's Dictionary includes the following definition of name: "a word or words expressing some quality considered characteristic or descriptive of a person or a thing, often expressing approval or disapproval".Note well "approval or disapproval".For better or worse, qualities such as friendliness or reserve, plainness or charm may be suggested by your name and conveyed to other people before they even meet you. Names become attached to specific images, as anyone who's been called "a plain Jane" or "just an average Joe" can show.Thelatter name particularly bothers me since my name is Joe, which some think makes me more qualified to be a baseball player than, say, an art critic.Yet, despite this disadvantage, I did manage to become an art critic for a time.Even so, one prominent magazine consistently refused to print "Joe" in myby-line, using my first initials, J. S., instead.I suspect that if I were a morerefined Arthur or Adrian, the name would have appeared complete.Of course, names with a positive sense can work for you and even encourage new acquaintances.A recent survey showed that American men thought Susan to be the most attractive female name, while women believed Richard and David were the most attractive for men.One woman I know turned down a blind date with a man named Harry because "he sounded dull".Several evenings later, she came up to me at a party, pressing for an introduction to a very impressive man; they'd been exchanging glances all evening."Oh," I said. "You mean Harry."She was ill at ease.Though most of us would like to think ourselves free from such prejudiced notions, we're all guilty of name stereotyping to some extent.<p18><28>Confess</28>: Wouldn't you be surprised to meet a <29>carpenter</29> named Nigel? A <30>physicist</30> named Bertha? A <31>Pope</31> Mel? Often, <p19>we project name-based stereotypes on people, <p20>as one woman friend discovered while taking charge of a <33>nursery school</33>'s group of four-year-olds."There I was, trying to get a little active boy named Julian to sit quietly and read a book—<p21>and pushing a <34>thoughtful</34> <35>creature</35> named Rory to play ball.I had their personalities confused because of their names!"Apparently, such prejudices can affect classroom achievement as well.In a study conducted by Herbert Harari of San Diego State University, and John McDavid of Georgia State University, teachers gave consistently lower grades on essays apparently written by boys named Elmer and Hubert than they <36>awarded</36> to the same papers when the writers' names were given as Michael and David. However, teacher prejudice isn't the only source of classroom difference.<37>Dr</37>. Thomas V. Busse and Louisa Seraydarian of Temple University found those girls with names such as Linda, Diane, Barbara, Carol, and Cindy <p22>performed better on <39>objectively</39> graded IQ and achievement tests than did girls with less <40>appealing</40> names.(A companion study showed girls' <41>popularity</41> with their peers was also related to the popularity of their names―although the connectio n was less clear for boys.)Though your parents probably meant your name to last a lifetime, remember that when they picked it they'd hardly met you, and the hopes and dreams they valued when they chose it may not match yours.If your name no longer seems to fit you, don't <42>despair</42>; <p23>you aren't stuck with the <43>label</43>.Movie stars regularly change their names, and with some determination, you can, too.Unit7 aIf you often feel angry and overwhelmed, like the stress in your life is spinning out of control, then you may be hurting your heart.。

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新视野大学英语教材一课文
《新视野大学英语教材一课文》
Lesson 1: A Land of Extremes
Introduction
The first lesson of the New Horizon College English textbook takes us on a journey into a land of extremes. This lesson introduces us to a diverse range of topics, including extreme weather, extreme sports, and extreme landscapes. Through engaging texts and thought-provoking questions, we will explore the theme of "extremes" and expand our understanding of the world around us.
Extreme Weather
The first part of the lesson focuses on extreme weather conditions that can be found in different parts of the world. We learn about the scorching heat of the Sahara Desert, where temperatures can reach up to 50 degrees Celsius in the summer. Meanwhile, we are introduced to the bone-chilling cold of Antarctica, where the mercury drops to -80 degrees Celsius. Through vivid descriptions and personal accounts, we gain insight into how people adapt and survive in these harsh environments.
Extreme Sports
Moving on, the lesson delves into the world of extreme sports. It explores adrenaline-pumping activities such as skydiving, bungee jumping, and mountaineering. We learn about the motivations behind participating in these risky endeavors and the thrill-seekers who are drawn to extreme sports.
Through interviews and narratives, we gain a glimpse into the mindset and experiences of individuals who push the boundaries of physical and mental limits.
Extreme Landscapes
The final part of the lesson takes us on a visual tour of extreme landscapes found across the globe. From the awe-inspiring Grand Canyon in the United States to the spectacular Victoria Falls in Africa, we are presented with breathtaking images and fascinating facts about these natural wonders. By exploring these extreme landscapes, we gain a deeper appreciation for the beauty and diversity of our planet.
Conclusion
In conclusion, the first lesson of the New Horizon College English textbook provides us with an introduction to the theme of "extremes." Through the exploration of extreme weather, extreme sports, and extreme landscapes, we are exposed to various aspects of the world that challenge our perceptions and expand our horizons. By immersing ourselves in these texts and reflecting on the accompanying questions, we are encouraged to think critically and form our own perspectives. This lesson sets the stage for our journey through the English language and opens our eyes to the vastness and complexity of the world we live in.
Word Count: 363 (excluding title and introduction)。