30篇文章贯通考研词汇(30篇全)

1、30 篇文章贯通考研词汇Unit 1 The PermitI think the building must have been used as a farmer's winter store for I found piles of forgotten dried chestnuts and grain in rotting barrels. I tried the chestnuts but they tasted sour, Paulo said he would bring me food, but that was three days ago.Yesterday, I he

2、ard a car engine getting closer, and climbed up to hide in the beams of the patched roof. But the men just looked in quickly through the worn-out windows and broken doors before they left. I clung to the dusty wooden beam, feeling it would bend under my weight, and tried to make no noise. My arms an

3、d legs grew numb, then began to tremble. I longed to move, but I waited until I heard the policemen drive off.I know that they will return. When we began the final part of our journey, we were warned that the police patrolled the land around here regularly. They are always searching for us, or other

4、s like us; the coast of Morocco （ 摩洛哥） and the Presidio （ 要塞） of Ceuta （ 休达，摩洛哥北部港市） are only ten miles away across the Straits.That is how I got here: squeezed in with fifteen other men in a shallow boat meant for eight, with the cold waves reaching over the sides and the night deep and black as a

5、tomb. I have never been more scared. I prayed all the way across, and thought about my family. I told myself, over and over, that I was doing it for them. That trip took almost all of my money. All of the money I had saved in Ecuador （ 厄 瓜多尔） . The boatmen left us on a beach in the middle of the nig

6、ht. We lost sight of them but we could still hear their small engine across the waves. Six of us started walking inland but the others waited for the contacts, the friends of the boatmen, as they had been told.We were lucky: we met Paulo. Wefound the town and waited until the first bar opened; I wen

7、t in alone while the others hid in the orchard nearby. When I asked for a cup of coffee, the young barman （ 侍者） looked at me and nodded. He made the coffee, then disappeared into the back room. Cold and without strength, I wrapped my hands around the warm cup, not caring whether the barman had calle

8、d the police, not caring about the next moment, just about the present.But the man had called Paulo, who came and helped us. Paulo was always smiling, always happy. He was from Seville （ 塞维利亚） , a busy city of many people, and he knew many people. Paulo found work for us. I made good money on the fa

9、rms. I picked cabbages, beans, cucumbers and peas. I picked great round yellow squashes （ 南瓜） that smelled of rich perfume when you broke them. The farmers hired us by the day, and were content. The local people would never work for the wages we are paid. But there were many farms, and many crops to

10、 be picked. We were welcomed.I shared a small clean house in the town with seven other workers. We had journeyed from Ecuador, Colombia （ 哥伦比亚） , Venezuela （ 委内瑞拉） , even Argentina （ 阿根廷） . Paulo found the house for us - he knew the landlord and arranged a good price. We lived well, with enough food

11、 and sometimes wine. I earned more in a week than I could in three months back home if there had been work to do there. I sent most of the money that was left to my wife and parents, and wrote many letters to them. Then the government changed the rules so that we needed work permits.I queued with hu

12、ndreds of other workers, waiting for the application forms. We sat on the stone benches beneath the trees and read the forms. Some of the other workers are from small villages and towns, and cannot read as well as I can, so I explained to them that the government wanted our birth certificates, drivi

13、ng licenses, passports and many other documents. Many of the workers had perhaps one or two of these documents, but most had none. I helped the others complete the forms and we gave them to the clerk. He looked at our documents, stamped the forms many times and told us that they would be sent to Mad

14、rid （ 马德里） , and our permits would be returned in two or three months if the forms were approved.We had to wait. Even Paulo and his friends could not help us.The first month was not too bad as most of the farmers continued to use us; their crops were rich, waiting to be picked. Then some men from Ma

15、drid visited all of the farms, and maybe half of the farmers stopped using us. The farmers told us that they were sorry, and we understood them.So the second month was worse: only a few of the farmers would use us, and those that did pay very poor wages. We shared what we had, and ate once a day: ri

16、ce, porridge（ 粥 ）, bread, cheap food that would fill our stomachs. Webegan to stare at each other, and wonder which of us would find work. There were fights in the morning, between different groups of workers, when the farms' supervisors （ 管理人，监工） came to choose who would work that day. But stil

17、l we had some hope.Welost the house in the third month, as we had no money for rent. Wewere able to get some food from the charity kitchens around the town, and the church, but we found always a long queue and very little food. We took our bags and blankets and slept in the fields. Then the weather

18、became cold and we slept where we could, huddled together, in old forgotten buildings and alleys （ 小巷 ）. Sometimes I dreamed of my family, and when I awoke, I wished the dream could continue.The people of the town stared at us from the sides of their eyes as they passed us. They clenched（ 握紧） their

19、hands and muttered, and some of them spat on the pavement. A few of us were attacked and beaten in the dark, and driven from the parks and streets. All of the time, the Police told us to move on, move on.It is the end of the third month when it happens.The farmers hired coaches and send them into th

20、e town. From four o'clock in the morning we waited in agitating silence, hands pushed deep into pockets, our hats pulled down tight against the cold and the watching policemen.By the time the coaches arrived, there are hundreds of workers waiting in the darkness. Wepressed forward as the doors o

21、pened. The supervisors stood on the bottom steps of the coaches and asked, "Who has the permit?"The men with permits hold them up and were allowed onto the coaches.Someof the workers were from the countries in Europe and did not need permits, so they were allowed on when they showed their

22、passports. I went from coach to coach until I saw a group of Chileans （ 智利人 ）, whoI knew have no permits, climbing aboard a waiting coach. The leader of their group spoke first with the foreman and shook his hand, then they were taken on. I stood before the supervisor.You have the permit? ” he asked

23、 me. He was broad, stout （ 肥胖的 ）and filled thedoorway of the coach. His fatneck spiltfrom the upturned（ 向上翻的）collar of hisleather jacket. His hairwasshaven closeto his head. Iexplainto him thatmyapplication was rejectedbutI wouldtryagain.“ Comeback when youhavea permit,he toldme. He frowned ashe inh

24、aled（吸入，吸气） a smoke and lookeddown theavenue towhere thepolicemenwere watchingthe coaches. I explained to him that I was a hard worker, that I had eaten only once in three days, that I was eager to work and send money to my family.He looked at the policemen, who had started walking along the pavemen

25、t beside the coaches, and glared at me and says, “Go to Madrid and tell them. ”The Chileans were laughing and pointing at me through the coach windows.The supervisor tossed his half-finished cigarette into the gutter（ 排水沟） by my foot. At the moment I stabbed him in the stomach. He bent down with a s

26、mall cry.The policemen looked at us and I began to run away from the coaches, into the dark side streets. I heard loud running steps close behind me, and the roar of car engines.I slid into the shadows of a shop's back door, behind two tall metal containers that stank （ 发出臭味） of rotting meat and

27、 spoiled foodstuff （ 食品 ）. I gasped, and each breath burnt. My heart hammered against my chest.I waited for a long time until the sounds of the cars and people faded. I walked slowly to the end of the alley and looked out, but the streets were empty.I had run almost to theriver; I could hear itrushi

28、ngin the darknessbeneathme.My right hand felt cold.I looked down in theyellowlight of a streetlamp,and saw my hand still clenchedinto a fist. It lookedlike thehand of anotherperson,not part of me. A short blade, no longer than my thumb, stuck out from the fist. The blade, my fist, and my sleeve were

29、 all stained dark red.Paulo gave me the knife when I picked artichokes on the farms. The short thick blade is very sharp, made for cutting the plants' stalks.I scrambled down to the banks of the river and threw the knife into the river water. I heard it splashed far away. The river touched my fe

30、et. I bowed down and washed my sleeve and hand, although the water was so cold, like ice, that my hand became numb. Then I walked back up to the street.I found some of the other workers hiding in the deserted warehouse we had found. One of them went to find Paulo, who came and told me about the old

31、farm buildings near to the coast road. I waited until darkness before I followed the road out of the town, throwing myself into the ditch if I heard a car approaching.The weather has been clear and I have seen the coast of Morocco every day. Across the blue sea, the land is a strip of dark brown and

32、 gray, and looks close enough for me to touch. Maybe I could find an old tractor tyre tube around the farm and float across the Straits? Or maybe I could walk along the shore and steal a boat?I do not want to become a thief. I am an honest man who wants only to work and support his family. But what

33、can I do?I will wait here for Paulo and listen to him. He will tell me what to do for the best. I know that he will help me.Unit 2 Timeless PhotographsI love to look at old photographs in the album. My father had a big box of pictures in the cabinet and some of the pictures go way back to the 1890&#

34、39;s. The womendressed with such dignity and had style back then. My Dad would linger around his precious box of photographs and tell me stories about each photo and every one. It was one of those moments that you could not really appreciate when you were young. It is only after he was long gone tha

35、t I can look back and say thanks for taking the time to show me a tiny window into the world of people who really did know how to live.I found a few of my aunts in their fashionable outfitsby an old Cadillac（ 卡迪拉克，汽车名） pretending to drink whisky. Many of the photographs were taken in Coney Island（科尼

36、岛）and Cape Cod（科德角）.I especially love the photographs of the bathing beauties and their swimsuits. The suits are quite modest by today's standards but the young womendidn't seem to care. They were staying at such places as Newport Beach and Cape Cod having the time of their lives running in

37、and out of the tide. One photograph had a vendor（小贩）sellingdogs（热狗）by a coaster（轮船）at ConeyIsland a younger picture of my mother with her brown hair and blue eyes eager to go on board with my Dad. He looked a bit frightened in the picture as I could see he was holding on tightly to the bar to the co

38、aster, his black hair flying in the breeze. I smile when I look at that picture because it is hard to imagine anyone's Dad ever being a kid. He looked like he was having a great time probably because he was with my mother. She is smiling in the picture and wearing a white blouse, blue shorts and

39、 tennis shoes. She is quite a looker（美女）,I can see why my Dad liked her so much.I dig down to the bottom of the box and see two large photographs. Oneis dated 1900 and the other one is dated 1997a recent picture that looks similar to the older one. The older picture looks familiar because it is take

40、n in the same placethe summer home.I will describe the older photograph as very interesting in the style of dress and exactly（ 确切地，精确地） where the people are sitting. They are posed outside the cottage by a small tree that is still there today. A womanis sitting in a rocking chair, with here black ha

41、ir pulled up in a bun（ 脑后的发髻 ）.She is not smiling but looking away from the camera and wearing a long black dress. Another womanis wearing a white blouse with a necktie（ 领结 ）and a long black skirt. Her hair is also long and blonder（ 金黄色的 ）but pulled back in a bun. There are two men on either side of

42、 a wooden table. Both men appear older and are dressed in hats and suits and ties, trousers and Sunday shoes. Neither is smiling. （I have the distinct feeling that the womenare their wives and it is Sunday.） They probably are hungry for their roast beef and potatoes, but that is just my guess. There

43、 is a young boy, probably about 13 in the photograph. He is wearing a white blouse, black shorts, long black socks and tan sports shoes. He is petting a black dog that is sitting on top of the round wooden table. The boy is bending down and he isn't smiling either. It must have been hot outside

44、and he probably wants to go for a swim with the dog. The water is just below them and he is probably wondering why he has to take this stupid picture all dressed up on a Sunday.I notice that the color of my cabin was quite different in 1900 and it was much smaller. The color was green, with white ra

45、ilings（ 栏杆 ）around the porch and steps leading down to the patio（ 院子 ）. That is where the picture of this Smart Family was taken. The family appears rather stiff in the photo but I am sure that they had a good laugh after the Sunday dinner was served.The second larger photograph is of myown family a

46、bout 1997. It is also in black and white. We didn't wear any older clothes but used our own clothes. The tree in the background has grown to enormous heights and is still standing. The steps leading down to MousamLake have cracked and are in awful need of repair. Believe it or not, we still own

47、the old wooden table and all of the rocking chairs owned by the Smart Family. I did a search of the Smart Family and they were originally from Portsmouth（ 朴 茨茅斯 ）. At least five other families owned my cottage before my father bought it in 1950 for three thousand dollars. The cottage comes with thir

48、teen acres of land that I still own along with my seven brothers and sisters. It was passed on to me when my mother died. Wehave formed the CampFund to pay the taxes and preserve our legacy. It is a beautiful cabin on a prime spot on MousamLake. I was not here when this photo was taken and it hangs

49、in the living room of the cabin. Many visitors comment on it and think it is quite amazing to have a house for so long.The history of the house is interesting to view from photographs. Around the table are my brother Bob just wearing a casual shirt and shorts(smiling), Annie wearing a T-Shirt and sh

50、orts. Mike wearing a white shirt and long nylon trousers not smiling, Mary, whomI couldn't tell what she was wearing, my Mom, her white hair and her beautiful blue eyes and smile, was wearing a peach blouse and slacks, my Dad wasn't alive for this photo, he died in 1986. Lastly in the pictur

51、e is my brother John, wearing a white vest, trousers and suspenders. He slicked( 使光滑、顺滑 )back his black hair for the photo to appear in the period style. He wasn't smiling either. The only difference is that my cottage is painted brown with a larger porch and some additional buildings. My father

52、 loved to build things and he was constantly improving the cabin. He built a deck downstairs, and also a dock for his many boats. He also designed a gliding swing and a picnic table.All of these photographs remind me that people are not so very different. We all want to enjoy living and be together

53、as a family. The time that families spend together is very valuable. The children will always remember the little things that their parents do for them. For me it was my Dad that showed me these pictures and took the time to tell me the stories behind each of them. I thank him dearly for that.Unit 3

54、 The Story of My RomanceTanya got out of the bed while the sun was still asleep. “ Would I be able to watch sunrise today? ” She asked her heart. She knew the answer but was afraid to tell herself.Mike, her husband, was still in bed and so were her four kids. Eventheir sleep couldn 't prevent he

55、r from doing them service. She arranged her work to the microscopic（ 缩小的 ）details. From pressing clothes to polishing shoes, finding sports socks to putting school bags in order, fixing up breakfast to preparing snack-boxes, she wanted to make it all happen like magic, She did it all, like a magicia

56、n（ 魔术师 ）.Life ran like a wheel. The circle started every morning and ended up late in the night, and then morning appeared again. There was no pause, no rest, not even a slight change to insert the circle. She condemned herself for not experiencing even a thought of ever getting out of this circle,

57、but she just committed herself to the orbit of life.Coming out of the bathroom, she turned and looked at her wrinkled face in the mirror and gasped a tired answer to her long asked question, “ never, you just keep driving in the sunset. ” She shook her head to wing away those vicious butterflies in

58、her mind. She knew she couldn 't join them so she didn 't want them to hang around her either.She entered the kitchen and heard Mike yelling in his uneasy voice for the absence of his towel in the bathroom. Her youngest daughter Karen started crying that she didn 't want to go to school

59、that day. Nicole, the eldest（ 最年长的 ）,couldn 't help herself but to blame Daniel for the overnight fragmentation（ 破坏 ）of her dollhouse（ 玩 具屋 ）while Randal registered his protest from his bed that he was not going lo drink milk in breakfast like every day. In the kitchen, sugar had run out. So she was still lookingfor that magic wand（杖）.She never got to know when morning ran into noon: even the clock failed to tell he