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1、Four short words sum up what has lifted most successful individuals above the crowd: a little bit more.-author-date综合教程5何兆熊unit1-4课文翻译综合教程5何兆熊unit1-4课文翻译Unit1 The Fourth of July 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
2、 thats what they said to us all at graduation from the eighth grade. My sister Phyllis graduated at the same time from high school. I dont know what she was supposed to stop being. But as graduation presents for us both, the whole family took a Forth of July trip to Washington D.C., the fabled and f
3、amous capital of our country. 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。 It was the first time Id ever been on a railroad train during the day. When I was little, and we used to go to the Connecticut shore, we alwa
4、ys went at night on the milk train, because it was cheaper.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。 Preparations were in the air around our house before school was over. We packed for two weeks. There were two large suitcases that my father carried, and a box filled with food. In fact
5、, my first trip to Washington was a mobile feast; I started eating as soon as we were ensconced 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. 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
6、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。 My mother had roasted two chickens and cut them into dainty bite-size pieces. She packed slices of brown bread and butter, and green pepper and carrot sticks. There were little violently yellow iced
7、 cakes with scalloped edges called “marigolds,” that came from Cushmans Bakery. There was a spice bun and rock- cakes from Newtons, the West Indian bakery across Lenox Avenue from St. Marks school, and iced tea in a wrapped mayonnaise jar. There were sweet peaches for us and dill pickles for my fath
8、er, and peaches with the fuzz still on them, individually wrapped to keep them from bruising. And, for neatness, there were piles of napkins and a little tin box with a washcloth dampened with rosewater and glycerine for wiping sticky mouths. 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
9、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。 I wanted to eat in the dinning car because I had read all about them, but my mother reminded me of umpteenth time that
10、 dinning 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 hands had been just before. My mother never mentioned that Black people were not allowed into dining cars headed south in 1947. As usual, whatever my m
11、other did not like and could not change, she ignored. Perhaps it would go away, deprived of her attention. 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。 I learned latter that
12、 Phylliss high school senior class trip had been to Washington, but the nuns had given her back her deposit in private, explaining to her that the class, all of whom were white, except Phyllis, would be staying in a hotel where Phyllis “would not be happy,” meaning, Daddy explained to her, also in p
13、rivate, that they did not rent rooms to Negroes. “We still take among-you to Washington, ourselves,” my father had avowed, “and not just for an overnight in some measly fleabag hotel. 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
14、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。“ In Washington D.C., we had one large room with two double beds and an extra cot for me. It was a back-street hotel that belonged to a friend of my fathers who was in real estate, and I spent the whole next day after Mass squinting up at the Lincoln Memorial wh
15、ere Marian Anderson had sung after D.A.R. refused to allow her to sing in their auditorium because she was black. Or because she was “Colored”, my father said as he told us the story. Except that what he probably said was ”Negro”, because for his times, my father was quite progressive. 在华盛顿,我们住一间有两张
16、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朋友的房产。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。 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
17、to the end of July, brought about by my dilated and vulnerable eyes exposed to the summer brightness. 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。 I viewed Julys through an agonizing corolla of dazzling whiteness and I always hated the Fourth of July, even before I came to rea
18、lize the travesty such a celebration was for Black people in this country. 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。 My parents did not approve of sunglasses, nor of their expense. 我的父母不赞成戴墨镜,他们也花费不起。 I spent the afternoon squinting up at monuments to freedom and past presid
19、encies 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. 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。 Late that
20、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 sens
21、e of history, a flair for the quietly dramatic and the sense of specialness of an occasion and a trip. 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。 “Shall we stop and have a little something to cool off, Lin?“ “
22、我们要停下来喝点东西降降温么,林?” Two blocks away from our hotel the family stopped for a dish of vanilla ice cream at a Breyers ice cream and soda fountain. Indoors, the soda fountain was dim and fan-cooled, deliciously relieving to my scorched eyes. 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。 Corded
23、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 could understand w
24、hat she was saying and so the five of us just sat there. 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。 The waitress moved along the line of us closer to my father and spoken again”I said I kin give you to take out, but you cant eat her, sorry. Then she
25、dropped her eyes looking very embarrassed, and suddenly we heard what it was she was saying all at the same time, loud and clear. 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。 Straight-backed and indignant, one by one, my family and I got down from the counter s
26、tools 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 hadnt done anything!” This wasnt right or fair! Hadnt I written poems about freedom and democra
27、cy for all? 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? My parents wouldnt speak of this injustice, not because they had contributed to it, but because they felt they should have anticipated it and avoided it. This m
28、ade 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 letter to the president of the United States all by myself, although my father did promise I
29、could type it out on the office typewriter next week, after I showed it to him in my copybook diary. 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。 The waitress was white,
30、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 wasnt much of a
31、 graduation present after all. 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 by Elizabeth Wong Its still there, the Chinese school on Yale Street where my brother and I used to go
32、. Despite the new coat of paint and the high wire fence, the school I knew 10 years ago remains remarkably, stoically the same. 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。 Every day at 5 P.M., instead of playing with our fourth- and fifth-grade friends or sneaking out to the empty lot
33、to hunt ghosts and animal bones, my brother and I had to go to Chinese school. No amount of kicking, screaming, or pleading could dissuade my mother, who was solidly determined to have us learn the language of our heritage. 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
34、中文。 Forcibly, she walked us the seven long, hilly blocks from our home to school, depositing our defiant tearful faces before the stern principal. My only memory of him is that he swayed on his heels like a palm tree, and he always clasped his impatient twitching hands behind his back. I recognized
35、him as a repressed maniacal child killer, and knew that if we ever saw his hands wed be in big trouble. 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。 We all sat in little chairs in an empty auditorium. The room sme
36、lled like Chinese medicine, an imported faraway mustiness. Like ancient mothballs or dirty closets. I hated that smell. I favored crisp new scents. Like the soft French perfume that my American teacher wore in public school.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
37、立学校的美国老师喷的轻柔的法国香水。 Although the emphasis at the school was mainly language-speaking, reading, writing-the lessons always began with an exercise in politeness. With the entrance of the teacher, the best student would tap a bell and everyone would get up, kowtow, and chant, “Sing san ho,” the phonetic
38、 for “How are you, teacher?” 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。” Being ten years old, I had better things to learn than ideographs copied painstakingly in lines that ran right to left from the tip of a moc but, a real ink pen that had to be held in an
39、awkward way if blotches were to be avoided. After all, I could do the multiplication tables, name the satellites of Mars, and write reports on Little Women and Black Beauty. Nancy Drew, my favorite heroine, never spoke Chinese. 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
40、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。 The language was a source of embarrassment. More times than not, I had tried to disassociate myself from the nagging loud voice that followed me wherever I wandered in the nearby American supermarket outside Chinatown. The voice b
41、elonged to my grandmother, a fragile woman in her seventies who would outshout the best of street vendors. Her humor was raunchy, her Chinese rhythmless and patternless. It was quick, it was loud, it was unbeautiful. It was not like the quiet, lilting romance of French or the gentle refinement of th
42、e American South. Chinese sounded pedestrian. Public. 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。 In Chinatown, the comings and goings of hundreds of Chinese on their da
43、ily tasks sounded chaotic and frenzied. I did not want to be thought of as mad, as talking gibberish. When I spoke English, people nodded at me, smiled sweetly, said encouraging words. Even the people in my culture would cluck and say that I?d do well in life. “My, doesn?t she move her lips fast,” t
44、hey would say, meaning that I?d be able to keep up with the word outside Chinatown. 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。 My brother was even more fanatical than I about speaking English. He was esp
45、ecially hard on my mother, criticizing her, often cruelly, for her pidgin speechsmatterings of Chinese scattered like chop suey in her conversation. “It?s not ?What it is,? Mom,” he?d say in exasperation.“It?s ?What is it, what is it, what is it! Sometimes Mom might leave out an occasional “the” or
46、“a”, or perhaps a verb of being. He would stop her in mid-sentence: “Say it again, Mom. Say it right.” When he tripped over his own tongue, hed blame it on her: “See, Mom, its all your fault. You set a bad example.” 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
47、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。” What infuriated my mother most was when my brother cornered her on her consonants, especially “r”. My father had played a cruel joke on Mom by assigning her an American name that her tongue wouldnt allow her to say. No matter how hard she tried, “Ruth” always ended up “Luth”or “Roof”. 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”。 After two years of writi