2016年5月二级笔译实务试题.pdf

2008 年 5 月二级笔译综合能力完型填空试题 When I was growing up, I was embarrassed to be seen with my father. He was severely crippled and very short, and when we would walk together, his hand on my arm for balance, people would stare. I would inwardly be afraid of squirm at the unwanted attention. If he ever noticed or was bothered, he never let on. It was difficult to coordinate our steps - his halting, mine impatient - and because of that, we didnt say much as we went along. But as we started out, he always said, You set the pace. I will try to adjust to you. Our usual walk was to or from the subway, which was how he got to work. He went to work sick, and despite nasty weather. He almost never missed a day, and would make it to the office even if others could not: a matter of pride! He never talked about himself as an object of pity, nor did he show any envy of the more fortunate or able. What he looked for in others was a good heart, and if he found one, the owner was good enough for him. Now that I am older, I believe that is a proper standard by which to judge people, even though I still don t know precisely 1 what a good heart is. But I know the times I dont have one myself. He has been gone many years now, but I think of him often. I wonder if he sensed my reluctance to be seen with him during our walks. If he did, I am sorry I never told him how sorry I was, how unworthy I was, how I regretted it. I think of him when I complain about trifles, when I am envious of anothers good fortune, when I dont have a good heart. At such times I put my hand on his arm to regain my balance, and say, You set the pace, I will try to adjust to you. 2 2008 年 5 月二级笔译实务试题 【英译汉必译题】 If a hea