第二外国语学院翻译考研试题
一、中译英:请将下列三部分中文译成英文（50分） （一）第一部分（10分） 1.世界贸易组织 2.亚太经合组织 3.国有企业改革 4.信息技术革命 5.机关干部分流 6.下岗职工就业 7.村民委员会 8.抗洪求灾 9.环保意识
10. 计划生育
（二）第二部分（20分）
华裔再获诺贝尔奖
甲、最近看报了没有、又一位华裔获得了诺言贝尔物理奖。
乙、在电视中看到了，他叫崔琦，老家河南，小时候家穷，父亲把他送到香港亲戚家，1958年去了美国。
甲、崔琦的童年十分坎坷，是那种永远向前看的精神才使他发奋读书，当上了一代著名科学家。
乙、不管怎么说，崔琦为华人争了光，这又一次说明，我们中国人有跻身世界民族之林的能力。
甲、对，我们应该向崔琦学习，把科学技稿上去争取在下世纪业成为中等发达国家。 （三）第三部分（20分）
千百年来，贫困一直如影随形地与我们相伴而行，抹不去贫困的阴影，建设一个光明灿烂、繁荣富强听国家是华夏几代人梦寐以求的理想，治穷先治愚，要摆脱经济上的贫困，首先要摆脱教育文上的贫困，科教兴国，发展以高科技为核心的知识经济，加快创造必珍才的培养，是我国现代化建设的一项基本战略方针。我国政府已经向全世界承诺，到2000年我国将基本消除贫困现象，为了这一庄严承诺言，我国吓估教育领域作出了巨大的努力，就充分展示了中国人民消除贫困的万丈雄心。
二、将下列英文文章中的前三段译成中文（50分）
The Beauty of Britain
J. B. Prestley
We live in one of the most beautiful islands in the world. This is a fact we are always forgetting. When beautiful islands are mentioned we think of Trinidad and Tahiti. These are fine, romantic places, but they are not really as exquisitely beautiful as our own Britain. Before the mines and factories came; and long before, we went from bad to worse with our arterial roads and petrol stations and horrible brick bungalows, this country must have been an enchantment, Even now, after we have been bust for so long flinging mud at this fair pale face, the enchantment still remains, Sometimes I doubt if we deserve to possess it .There can be few parts of the world in which commercial greed and public indifference have combined to do more damage than they have here. The process continues. It is still too often assumed that any enterprising fellow after
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quick profits has a perfect right to destroy a loveliness that is the heritage of the whole community.
The beauty of our country is as hard to define as it is easy to enjoy. Remembering other and larger countries we see at once that one of its charms is that it is immensely varied within a small
compass. We have here no vast mountain ranges, no illimitable plains. But we have superb variety. A great deal of everything is packed into little space. I suspect that we are always, faintly
conscious of the fact that this is a smallish island, whith the sea always round the corner. We know that everything has to be neatly packer into a small space, Nature, we feel, has carefully adjusted things mountains, plans, rivers, lakes—to the scale of the island itself. A mountain 12,000 feet high would be a horrible monster here, as wrong as a plain 400 miles long, a river as broad as the Mississippi. Though the geographical features of this island are comparatively small, and there is astonishing variety almost everywhere, that does not mean that our mountains are not mountains, our plains not plains.
My own favorite country, perhaps because I know it as a boy, is that of the Yorkshire Dales. A day’s walk among them will give you almost everything fit to be seen on this earth. Within a few hours, you have enjoyed the green valleys, with their rivers, fine old bridges, pleasant villages, hanging woods, smooth fields, and then the moorland splpes, with their rushing streams, stone walls, salty winds and crying curlews, white farmhouses, and then the lonely heights which seem to be miles above the ordinary world, and moorland tracks as remote, it seems, as trails in Mongolia.
We have greater resources at our command than our ancestors had, and we are more impatient than they were. Thanks to our new resources, we are better able to ruin the countryside and even the towns, than our fathers were, but on the other hand we are far more alive to the consequences of such ruin than they were.
Our children and their children after them must live in a beautiful country. It must be a country happily compromising between Nature and Man, blending what was best worth retaining rom the past with what best represents the spirit of our own age, a country as rich in noble towns as it is in trees, birds, and wild flowers.
The Beauty of Britain J. B. Priestley The beauty of our country – or at least all of it south of the Highlands – is as hard to define as it is easy to enjoy. Remembering other and larger countries, we see at once that one of its charms is that it is immensely varied within a small compass. We have here no vast mountain ranges, no illimitable plains, no leagues of forests, and are deprived of the grandeur that may accompany these things. But we have superb variety. A great deal of everything is packed into little space. I suspect that we are always faintly conscious of the fact that this is a smallish island, with the sea always round the corner. We know that everything has to be neatly packed into a small space. Nature, we feel, has carefully adjusted things – mountains, plains, rivers, lakes – to the scale of the island itself. A mountain 12,000 feet high would be a horrible monster here, as wrong as a plain 400 miles long, a river as broad as the Mississippi. In America the whole scale is too big, except for aviators. There is always too much of everything. There you find
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yourself in a region that is all mountains, then in another region that is merely part of one colossal plain. You can spend a long, hard day in the Rockies simply traveling up or down one valley. You can wander across prairie country that has the desolating immensity of the ocean. Everything is too big; there is too much of it.
Though the geographical features of this island are comparatively small, and there is astonishing variety almost everywhere, that does not mean that our mountains are not mountains, our plains not plains. Consider that piece of luck of ours, the Lake District. You can climb with ease – as I have done many a time – several of its mountains in one day. Nevertheless, you feel that they are mountains and not mere hills – as a correspondent pointed out in The Times recently. This same correspondent told a story that proves my point. A party of climbers imported a Swiss guide into the Lake District, and on the first morning, surveying the misty, jagged peaks before him, he pointed to a ledge about two thirds of the way up one of them and suggested that the party should spend the night there. He did not know that that ledge was only an hour or two’s journey away and that before the light went they would probably have conquered two or three of these peaks. He had not realized the scale of the country. He did not know that he was looking at mountains in miniature. What he did know was that he was certainly looking at mountains, and he was right, for these peaks, some of them less than 3,000 feet high, have all the air of great mountains, like those in the Snowdon country, with their grim slaty faces. My own favorite country, perhaps because I knew it as a boy, is that of the Yorkshire Dales. For variety of landscape, these Dales cannot be matched on this island or anywhere else. A day’s walk among them will give you almost everything fit to be seen on this earth. Within a few hours, you have enjoyed the green valleys, with their rivers, find old bridges, pleasant villages, hanging woods, smooth fields; and then the moorland slopes, with their rushing streams, stone walls, salty winds and crying curlews, white farmhouses; and then the lonely heights, which seem to be miles above the ordinary world, with their dark tarns, heather and ling and harebells, and moorland tracks as remote, it seems, as traits in Mongolia. Yet less than an hour in a fast motor will bring you to the middle of some manufacturing town, which can be left and forgotten just as easily as it can be reached from these heights. With variety goes surprise. Ours is the country of happy surprises. You have never to travel long without being pleasantly astonished. It would not be difficult to compile a list of such surprise that would fill the next fifty pages, but will content myself with suggesting the first few that occur to me. If you go down into the West Country, among rounded hills and soft pastures, you suddenly arrive at the bleak tablelands of Dartmoor and Exmoor, genuine high moors, as if the North had left a piece of itself down there. But before you have reached them you have already been surprised by the queer bit of Fen country you have found in the neighborhood of Glastonbury, as if a former inhabitant had been sent to Cambridge and had brought his favorite fenland walk back from college with him into the West. The long, green walls of the North and South Downs are equally happy surprises. The Weald is another of them. East Anglia has a kind of rough heath country of its own that I for one never expect to find there and am always delighted to see. No doubt it is only natural that East Lincolnshire and that Southeastern spur of Yorkshire should show us an England that looks more than half Dutch, but the transition always comes as a surprise to me. Then, after the easy rolling Midlands, the dramatic Peak District, with its genuine steep fells, never fails to astonish me, for I feel that it has no business to be there. A car will take you all round the Peak District in a morning. It is nothing but a crumpled green pocket handkerchief. Nevertheless, we hear of search parties going out there to find lost travelers. Again, there has always been something surprising to me about those conical hills that suddenly pop up in Shropshire and along
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第二外国语学院翻译考研试题_具有较大参考价值,有助于考试_
