2．1．11 Exercises练习
Ⅰ．Translate the following sentences，paying attention to the underlined words．
1．Specialization also enables one country to produce some goods morecheaply than another country．
2．He is physically weak but mentally sound．
3．I love having Fridays off．
4．I suppose boys think differently from girls．
5．How long will she be away?
6．This is where you are wrong．
7．She designs for a famous shop．
8．He aims to enter the university next year．
9．He went out with his hat on．
10．Party officials worked long hours on meager food，in cold caves，by dimlamps．
Ⅱ．Passage translation．
The Sound of Music
Suddenly I heard quick footsteps behind me，and a full，resonant voice exclaimed ，“I see you are looking at my flag．”
There he was—the Captain!
The tall，well-dressed gentleman standing before me was certainly a far cry from the old sea wolf of imagination．His air of complete self-assurance and somewhat lordly bearing would have frightened me，had it not been for his warm and hearty handshake．
“I am so glad you have come，Fraulein…”
I filled in ，“Maria．”
He took me in from top to toe with a quick glance．All of a sudden I became very conscious of my funny dress，and sure enough，there I was diving under my helmet again．But the Captain＇s eyes rested on my shoes．
We were still standing in the hall when he said ，“I want you to meet the children first of all．”
Out of his pocket he took an odd-shaped，ornamented brass whistle，on which he piped a series of complicated trills．
I must have looked highly amazed，because he said，a little apologetically ，“You see it takes so long to call so many children by name，that I＇ve given them each a different whistle．”
Of course，I now expected to hear a loud banging of doors and a chorus of giggles and shouts，the scampering feet of youngsters jumping down the steps and sliding down the banister．Instead，let by a sober-faced young girl in her early teens，an almost solemn little procession descended step by step in well-mannered silence—four girls and two boys，all dressed in sailor suits．For an instant we stared at each other in utter amazement．I had never seen such perfect little ladies and gentlemen，and they had never seen such a helmet．
“Here is our new teacher，Fraulein Maria．”
“Gruss Gott，Fraulein Maria，”six voices echoed in unison．Six perfect bows followed．
That wasn＇t real．That couldn＇t be true．I had to shove back that ridiculous hat again．This push，however，was the last．Down came the ugly brown thing，rolled on the shiny parquet floor，and landed at the tiny feet of a very pretty，plump little girl of about five．A delighted giggle cut through the severe silence．The ice was broken．We all laughed．
(Maria Augusta Trapp: The Sound of Music)