SECTION B ENGLISH TO CHINESE Directions: Translate the following text into Chinese. I was slow to understand the deep grievances of women. This was because,as a boy,I had envied them. Before college,the only people I had ever known who were interested in art or music or literature,the only ones who read books,the only ones who ever seemed to enjoy a sense of ease and grace were the mothers and daughters. Like the menfolk,they fretted about money,they scrimped and made-do. But,when the pay stopped coming in,they were not the omens who had failed. Nor did they have to go to war,and that seemed to me a blessed fact. By comparison with the narrow,ironclad days of fathers,there was an expansiveness,I thought,in the clays of mothers. They went to see neighbors,to shop in town,to run errands at school,at the library,at church. No doubt,had I looked harder at their lives,I would have envied them less. It was not my fate to become a woman,so it was easier for me to see the graces. Few of them held jobs outside the home,and those who did filled thankless roles as clerks and waitresses. I didn't see,then,what a prison a house could be,since houses seemed to me brighter,handsomer places than any factory. I did not realize--because such things were never spoken of--how often women suffered from men's bullying.