1、Unit 6 Translation:The patient in Room 542 was unusual. He had the look of vigor and good health, but he was blind, legless, and his deteriorating body was like a rotting log. His life was like a candle in the wind, about to be blown out at any moment. His body was not whole, but he was still impres
2、sive. He had been suffering physical pain beyond imagination, but he was always quiet. He always ordered scrambled eggs for breakfast but he never ate them. Instead, he would throw the breakfast plate against the wall earnestly as if it were a discus. He had no feet but he repeatedly asked the docto
3、r to bring his a pair of shoes. The room he dwelled in was empty of all possessionsno get-well cards, flowers, slippers, none of the usual kickshaws of sickroom. He seemed to have been cast upon a wild island. Finally, he left the world quietly, with no one beside him. Lying in his bed, his face was
4、 relaxed, grave and dignified. Upon his death, was he remembering a time when he was whole? Did he dream of the feet he used to have? Unit 5 TranslationWhen he was little, his father would bend down form his great height to sweep him into the air. But he was never afraid, not with his fathers hands
5、holding him. To him, no one in the world was strong, or as wise, as his father.As he grew, he would lurk behind the kitchen door when it was time for his father to come home at night. He would leap out when his father asked about him.After he went to school, they would wrestle on the floor together.
6、 Every time, his father would master him with ease, leaving him half resentful and half mirthful.In high school he was surprised to find that there was so much more of him, and he could look down on his mother. But when it came to wrestling, he was still no equal of his father.One night, he suddenly
7、 found that his father didnt look nearly as tall as he used to. He could even look his father straight in the eyes now. He challenged his father once more and this time, it was his father who said, I give. His mother helped his father to rise, and there was baffled pain in her eyes.His father spoke
8、of a next time, and his mother did not contradict, because the three of them knew that there would never be a next time.He ran through the kitchen door, stood on the steps and let tears burn his eyes and run down his cheeks.Unit 4Life is full of miracles. Sometimes, a chance meeting can lead to a ha
9、ppy marriage.When he was twenty, he was college poor. One day, he went to buy some beer and on his way back he saw his neighbor, a Japanese woman, cracking walnuts on her front porch. He walked slowly and she looked up, smiling. He smiled back and said hello, and returned with the beer to his apartm
10、ent, his heart still with the girl.So raced his heart downstairs, but stopped short of her house, because he didnt know what to say. After a while, with studied casualness he walked past the girl who was cleaning up the shells, but he only came up with a hearty hello and walked away. He was troubled
11、 by his own indecision. Then, he returned, walking past her again. They smiled to each other, but again nothing was said before he returned to his apartment.Later, they began to talk, sit together on the porch, and snack on the sweet bread he baked personally. Then they held hands. Eventually, he ma
12、rried the woman he found cracking walnuts on an afternoon.Had he not gone for the beer, or had he met someone else instead of her, his life would have been totally different.Unit 3TRANSLATIONWhen Hughes was going on thirteen, his aunt took him to the church for a revival meeting，hoping that his soul
13、 would be saved by Jesus Christ. His aunt told him that when he was saved，he would see a light，and something would happen to him inside！She also said he would see and hear and feel Jesus in his soul. Young Hughes believed in the literal meaning of these words. He sat there calmly in the hot，crowded
14、church，waiting for Jesus to come to him.After the sermon by the preacher，all the children went to the altar one after another. This meant that they were saved. But Hughes kept sitting there. He was still waiting for Jesus to come，wanting something to happen to him. Now the whole congregation was pra
15、ying for him alone. The pressure on him was increasing and he began to feel ashamed of himself，holding everything up so long. In order to avoid further trouble，Hughes decided to lie and say that Jesus had come. So he got up and was saved finally. That night，lying in bed，Hughes cried in agony. He fel
16、t guilty because he had lied in public and he didnt believe in Jesus any more.Unit 2What is poverty? Read the story of a single mother of three, and youll understand what it means.She was married once, but later her husband lost his job and life became increasingly difficult. After giving birth to t
17、he last baby, her marriage came to an end.In order to save her children from suffering, she summoned up her courage and went to ask for help.She got seventy-eight dollars a month for the four of them. After the rent, most of the rent went for food.There was no money left to get the refrigerator fixe
18、d and the milk went sour; no money for hot water, and even in winter she had to do washing in icy cold water. She had chronic anemia caused from poor diet, a bad case of worms, and needed a corrective operation, but there was no money for iron pills, or better food, or worm medicine, to say nothing
19、of having an operation. She had no money for grannies; no money for paper handkerchiefs and her children were seen with runny nose all the time. She tried her best to use only the minimum electricity. She stayed up all night on cold nights, because she had to watch the fire, for fear that one spark
20、on the newspaper covering the walls would cause a fire and the sleeping children would die in flames.She saw no bright future. Sooner or later, the boys would end up behind the bars of their prison or turn to the freedom of alcohol or drugs and find themselves enslaved. And what awaited the daughter
21、 was, at best, a life like that of the mother.Indeed, poverty is an acid that drips on pride until all pride is worn away. Poverty is a chisel that chips on honor until honor is worn away.Unit 1Translation:He died. He worked himself to death, precisely at 3:00 a.m. Sunday morning, on his day off.His
22、 friends and acquaintances were not really surprised. To them, he was a perfect type a, a workaholic, a classic.Phil worked six days a week, five of them until eight or nine at night, during a time when his own company had begun the four-day week for everyone but the executives. He played a golf gam
23、e every month but it was work. Other than this, he had no outside” extracurricular interests.”His survivors included his wife Helen and three children. Helen, forty-eight years old, had given up trying to compete with his work years ago. Among his” beloved” children, the eldest son didnt know him we
24、ll, and the daughter had no shared topics with him. Only the youngest son who was twenty, tried to grab at his father and tried to mean enough to him to keep the man at home.At the funeral, the sixty-year-old company president said that the fifty-one-year-old deceased had meant much to the company and would be missed and would be hard to replace. And by 5:00 p.m. the afternoon of the funeral, the company president had begun to make inquires about the replacement.
