新世纪英语综合教程4背诵段落考点整理

Unit6 Although my children are living in the same place at (roughly) the same time in their lives, their experience as (expatriates) is very different from mine. The particular (narratives) of American history aside, American culture is not their alone but that of their French classmates, too. The music they listen to is either “American” or “European”, but its often hard to tell the difference. In my days, little French kids looked like (nothing other than) little French kids; but Louise and Henry and their classmates dress much as their (peers) in the United States do, though with perhaps less Lands End (fleeciness). When I returned to visit the United States in the 1950s, it was a five-day ocean crossing for a months home leave every two years; now we fly over for a week or two, although not very often. (Virtually) every (imaginable) product (available) to my childrens American cousins is now (obtainable) here.If time and (globalization) have made France much more like the United States than it was in my (youth), then I can conclude (a couple of) things. On the one hand, our children are (confronting) a much less (jarring) cultural divide than I did, and they have more (access) to their native culture. (Re-entry), when it comes, is likely to be (smoother). On the other hand, they are less than fully (immersed) in a truly foreign world. That experience no longer seems possible in Western countries-a sad development, in my view.Unit4Yamahatas pictures afford a (glimpse) of the end of the world. Yet in our day, when the challenges is not just to (apprehend) the nuclear (peril) but to seize the God-given opportunity to (dispel) it (once and for all), we seem to need, in addition, some other pictures to (counterpoise) against the ruined Nagasaki-one showing not what would lose (through) our failure but what we would gain by our success. What might that picture be, though? How do you show the (opposite) of the end of the world? Should it be Nagasaki, (intact) and alive, before the bomb was dropped-or perhaps the (spared) city if Kokura? Should it be a child, a mother and a child, or perhaps the Earth itself? None seems (adequate), for how can we give a definite form to that which can assume infinite forms, namely, the lives of human beings, now and in the future? Imagination, faced with either the end of the world or its (continuation), must remain incomplete. Only action can satisfy.Once, the arrival of the world of the new generation took care of itself. Now, they can (come into existence) only if, through an act of faith and (collective) will, we ensure their right to exist. Performing that act is the greatest of the responsibilities of the generations now alive. The gift of time is the gift of life, forever, if we know how to receive it.Unit3All of this being said, I believe the key to realizing the (potential) of the Internet is in achieving balance in our lives. This would allow us to (maximize) its potential without losing our sense of place. However, like most things, that is easier said than done. It seems to me that we are a society that values immediate (gratification) above all else, and what better place to achieve it than in (cyberspace), where the (cyber-world) is your (cyber-oyster). The (widespread) use of the automobile forever changed our society and culture, and perhaps a similar sort of thing is occurring now. I am not (at all certain) where the “information (superhighway)” will lead us: some say to (Utopia), while others feel its the road to hell. But I do know that we all have the ability to (maintain) our sense of place in the world. Whether we choose to take advantage of this ability is another matter.Unit2 At my bank (the other day), I was standing in a line (snaking) around some (tired) velvet ropes when a man in a (sweat-suit) started (inching toward) me in his (eagerness) to (deposit) his Social Security check. As he did so, I (minutely) advanced toward the woman reading the Wall Street Journal in front of me, who, in mild (annoyance), began to (sidle up) the man (scribbling) a check in front of her, who (absent-mindedly) (shuffled) toward the white-haired lady ahead of him, until we were all (hugger-mugger) against each other, the original lazy line having (collapsed) in on itself like a (Slinky).I estimated that my personal space (extends) eighteen inches in front of my face, one foot to each side, and about ten inches in back-though it is nearly impossible to measure exactly how far behind you someone is standing. The phrase “personal space” has a (quaint), seventies ring to it (“Youre invading my space, man”), but it is one of those (gratifying) expressions that are (intuitively) understood by all human beings. Like the twelve-mile limit around our national shores, personal space is our individual border beyond which no stranger can (penetrate) without making us uneasy. Unit1 Almost a year has passed since I came down here at your Head Masters kind invitation in order to cheer myself and cheer the hearts of a few of my friends by singing some of our own songs. The ten months that have passed have been very terrible (catastrophic) events in the world-ups and downs, (misfortunes)-but can anyone sitting here this afternoon, this October afternoon, not feel deeply (thankful) for what has happened in the time that has passed and for the very great improvement in the position of our country and of our home? Why, when I was here last time we were quite alone,(desperately) alone, and we had been so for five or six months. We were poorly armed. We are not so poorly armed today; but then we