College English comprehensive course 3 Unit 4, 5, 6 text translation?

Alien

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It's just a mistake, a stupid mistake, the kind that everyone makes. Only from now on, there will be no more space tourists visiting the earth. Never again.

River and lake areas

Isak Asimov

There will be no more space tourists coming. Aliens will never land on the earth-at least not anymore.

I'm not pessimistic. In fact, aliens have landed on the earth. I know this. There may be many spaceships shuttling between millions of planets in the universe, but they will never come to us again. I also know that. And all this was caused by a ridiculous mistake.

Let me explain.

This is actually Bart Cameron's fault, so you need to know about Bart Cameron. He's the sheriff of Ungar Ridge, Idaho, and I'm his deputy. Bart Cameron is a grumpy person, and he is more likely to get angry when he has to figure out how much income tax he should pay. You see, besides being a sheriff, he also runs a grocery store and owns a share in sheep farm. At the same time, he also enjoys disabled veterans allowance (knee injury) and other similar allowances. In this way, his personal income tax is naturally complicated to calculate.

It wouldn't be so bad if he asked the tax official to help him fill out the form, but he had to fill it out himself, so he was full of complaints. Every April 14, he becomes inaccessible.

That UFO landed in April 1956, all wet.

I watched it land. At that time, my chair was leaning against the wall of the sheriff's office. I looked at the stars outside the window and wondered whether I should go to bed after work or continue to listen to Cameron's constant scolding. He is checking the column number he filled in the tax bill for the first time127th.

At first, it looked like a meteor, then the light became wider and wider, and it became two things like rocket jets. That thing fell without making a sound.

Two people came out.

I can't talk or do anything. I can't breathe, I can't signal with my hands, and I can't even open my eyes. I just sat there.

Cameron. He never looked up again.

Someone knocked at the door. The door opened and two men from the UFO came in. If I hadn't seen UFOs land, I would have thought they were from this town. They are wearing gray suits, white shirts and dark reddish-brown ties. They wear black shoes and hats, have black skin, black curly hair and brown eyes. Both of them look very serious. They are about 5 feet 10 inch tall and look alike.

God, I'm so scared.

But when the door opened, Cameron just looked up and frowned. "What can I do for you, man?" He said that he was obviously busy patting the tax bill with his hand.

One of them stepped forward and said, "We have been observing your people for a long time." He spoke word for word carefully.

Cameron said, "My people? My wife is the only one. What did she do? "

The man in the suit said, "We chose this place as the first contact point because it is remote and quiet. We know that you are the leader here. "

"If you mean the sheriff, I am. If you have anything to say, just tell me what trouble you are in? "

"We are very cautious, follow your clothing style and even adopt your appearance. We also learned your language. "

You can see an understanding expression on Cameron's face. He said, "Are you two foreigners?" Cameron doesn't like foreigners very much After leaving the army, he didn't see many foreigners, but on the whole, he tried his best to be fair. .

The UFO bearer said, "Foreigners? That's right. We come from the water town you call Venus. "

Cameron said without blinking an eye, "All right. This is America. Regardless of race, color and nationality, we are all equal here. I'm always at your service. What can I do for you? "

"We hope that you will immediately contact your country, an important person in the United States, and come here to discuss joining our great organization."

Cameron's face turned red. "We join sparse organizations. We are already members of the United Nations, and God knows what else. I think I went to the president, huh? Now? Come to Ungar Send an urgent letter? " He looked at me as if he wanted to see a smile on my face, but if someone pulled the chair away from behind me at this moment, I wouldn't fall to the ground.

The UFO bearer said, "It's not too late."

"Do you want Congress to come? What about the Supreme Court? "

"If it helps, sheriff."

Cameron is really angry now. He slammed the tax bill on the table and shouted, "Well, you're messing with me. I don't have time to pester you smart people, especially foreigners. " If you don't leave here at once, I'll lock you up for disturbing the peace and never let you out. "

"Do you want us to leave?" Asked the Venusian.

"Roll at once! Get out, go home, and don't come back. I don't want to see you. No one here wants to see you. "

Two people looked at each other.

The former spokesman went on to say, "I can see that you really don't want to be disturbed." We never want to impose our own or our organization's views on unexpected recipients. We respect your personal freedom and leave at once. We'll never come back. We will issue a warning around your earth, and no one will come again. "

Cameron said, "Sir, that's enough. Stop talking nonsense. I count to three-"

The two men turned away, and of course I knew what they said was true. I've been listening to them, but Cameron hasn't. He only thinks about his tax bill, but I seem to know what's on their minds. Do you understand what I mean? I know that a barrier will be erected around the earth so that others can't enter.

I can't talk until they're gone-it's too late. I shouted, "My God, Cameron, they are from space. Why did you drive them away? "

"From space!" He stared at me.

I shouted, "Look!" I still don't understand what's going on He was 25 pounds heavier than me, but I grabbed him by the collar and dragged him to the window.

He didn't resist in shock. When he came to his senses and seemed to want to knock me down, he just saw the scene outside the window and couldn't breathe.

They are getting into the flying saucer, and those two people, the flying saucer is there, you know, big, round and shiny, quite spectacular. Then the UFO took off. It rises gently and skillfully, like a feather, while emitting orange light. The light is getting stronger and stronger, the flying saucer is getting smaller and smaller, and finally it becomes a meteor and gradually disappears.

I said, "Sheriff, why did you drive them away? They want to see the president. Now they will never come back. "

Cameron said, "I think they are foreigners. They said, learn our language. And what they said is inexplicable. "

"Hum, come on, still a foreigner."

"They say they are foreigners and they look like Italians. I thought they were Italian. "

"How can they be Italian? They said they were from Venus. Did I hear that? They said so. "

"Venus." His eyes are getting more and more round.

"They say so. They call it a water town or something. You know, there is a lot of water on Venus. "

So you see, it's just a mistake, a stupid mistake, the kind that everyone makes. It's just that no Venusians will visit the earth from now on. Cameron's a fool, and his fucking tax bill!

I heard him muttering, "Venus! When they said water town, I thought they meant Venice!

Fifth unit

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During World War II, Alex Harley served in the Coast Guard. When he went out to sea, it was a lonely day-Thanksgiving Day-and he began to seriously think about the significance of this festival. For many Americans, this festival has become a day of endless eating, drinking and watching football matches. Harry decided to write three unusual letters to commemorate the true meaning of Thanksgiving.

Write three thank-you letters

Alexander Harry

That was 1943 during World War II. I was a young member of the US Coast Guard. Our warship "Junshi 1" has been sailing at sea for many days. Most cabins contain thousands of boxes of canned or air-dried food. The rest of the cabin contained many 500-pound bombs, which were carefully placed on padded shelves. Our destination is a large base on tulagi Island in the South Pacific.

I'm a cook in No.1 Military City, just like the people on the shore. On the morning of Thanksgiving, we were busy preparing a traditional dish, mainly roast turkey.

As any chef knows, it's hard to cook a big meal, put it on the table, and then clean it up. However, by sunset, we finally got everything ready.

I want to get some air on the back deck first. I walked slowly, breathing deeply in the air and wearing the white chef hat on my head.

I began to think of Thanksgiving, pilgrims, Indians, wild turkeys, pumpkins, corn cobs and so on.

But my heart seems to be looking for something else-a way I can give this festival personal meaning. It took me about half an hour to realize that the key to the problem may be to reverse the word "gratitude"-in that case, at least the text is easy to understand: gratitude.

Express gratitude-just like thanking God in prayer, I thought. Yes, it is. Of course it is.

But I can't stop thinking about it.

After a while, like dawn, a clearer idea finally came to my mind-to thank others, those who have given me so much kindness that I can't repay them at all. I am deeply disturbed by the fact that I have always taken what they have done for granted. I never wanted to say a simple thank you to any of them sincerely.

At least seven people gave me unusual and far-reaching help. Sadly, I realized that half of them had passed away-so they could never accept my thanks. The more I think about it, the more ashamed I feel. Finally, I thought of the three people who were still alive. A few minutes later, I returned to my cabin.

I sat at my desk with manuscript paper, thinking about all the tenants have done for me, and trying to express my sincere thanks to them with sincere words: my father Simon A. Harry, a professor at Guyun Agricultural Machinery Teachers College in Pinebra, Arkansas; Grandma Cynthia Palmer who lives in Henning, Tennessee; And my junior high school principal, Reverend Lionel Nelson, who lives in ripley six miles north of Henning after retirement;

My letter begins like this. I spent this Thanksgiving abroad, which reminded me of all the things you did for me, but I never told you how much I wanted to thank you-"I briefly recalled the specific examples that each of them had done for me.

For example, my father, the most unusual thing is that he made me deeply understand the love of books and reading from an early age. In fact, this hobby has gradually become a family habit. After dinner, everyone gathered around the dining table to check each other's recently read books and newly learned words. My love for books has never diminished, and I will be guided to write my own books in the future. How many times have I seen today's children so addicted to electronic media, I can't help but feel deeply sad. They know little or nothing about the magical world in books.

I told Pastor Nelson how he started his day in the junior high school in the town and prayed with the students gathered together every morning. I told him that anything meaningful I did later was at least partially influenced by his school morning prayers.

In my letter to my grandmother, I talked about the way she taught me to tell the truth, share, forgive and understand others. I thanked her for letting me eat the good dishes she cooked for many years. I have never eaten such delicious food since I left her. Finally, I thank her, because she scattered wonderful reverie in my life.

Before going to bed, all three of my letters were sent to the mail bag on the ship. When we arrived in Tulagi, we mailed them all.

We unloaded the goods, loaded other things, and then went to sea again according to the familiar routine. Day after day, week after week, my personal experience gradually faded away. When we are sailing at sea, we sometimes meet a mail ship, which will bring us letters home. Of course, this is the most important thing we think.

Whenever the ship's horn sounds, listen up! Mail roll call! "About 200 sailors will rush to the deck and gather around the two sailors standing next to that precious bulging gray mail bag. The two men took turns to take out a letter and read out the name of the sailor who received it aloud; When the caller pushed his way through the crowd, he shouted back, "Coming!"

An "email roll call" brought back letters to my grandmother, father and Reverend Nelson-I was shocked and deeply humbled when I read this letter.

They didn't say forgive me for not thanking them before. On the contrary, they thanked me, dear; Just because I remember what they did, I think they did something unusual.

As a university professor, my father always pays special attention not to use any overly emotional words. So, when he wrote in his letter that after teaching many young people, he now thinks his best students include his own son, I know how moved he is.

Reverend Nelson wrote that his days as an ordinary old-school principal ended with such rapid changes in the school, and he also retired with a self-doubt mentality. "It is far more important to say that I did something wrong than that I did something right," he wrote, adding that my letter brought him exciting confidence: his main career is still valuable.

As soon as I saw grandma's familiar handwriting, I immediately recalled the scene when I stood by her white rocking chair and watched her write letters to relatives. Grandma slowly spelled a word letter by letter, and then wrote the next word, so it took several hours to write a whole page. My grandmother has spent a lot of time expressing her gratitude to me recently. I couldn't help crying after reading the old man's letter-she once changed my diaper!

Many years later, I retired from the Coast Guard and tried to make a living by writing. I have never forgotten how those three "thank you" letters made me realize that ordinary people secretly expect more people to thank them for their efforts.

Now, Thanksgiving Day is coming again. I asked myself, what do I wish for the readers of this article, for our motherland and, in fact, for the whole world? Because, in the words of a kind and wise friend, "we are all very similar mortals with similar needs." Of course, first of all, I want you to remember this simple common sense: achieving world peace is crucial to our own survival.

Besides, I have other wishes-this wish is so strong that I printed this sentence on the bottom of all my stationery to praise all kinds of beautiful things. "