英语故事图片
《英文绘本故事》课件
编辑：对翻译后的文字进行编辑，使其符合中文表达习惯，易于理解
校对：对翻译和编辑后的文字进行校对，确保没有错别字、语法错误等
排版：根据绘本故事的内容，对文字进行排版，使其与图片、插画等元素相协调，易于阅 读
绘本故事的图片选择和处理
选择图片：选 择与故事内容 相符的图片， 如人物、场景、 物品等
字体和字号：选择易于阅读的字体和字号，确保课件的易读性和美观性
PPT课件的文字和图片处理
文字处理：选择 合适的字体、字 号、颜色，确保 文字清晰易读
图片处理：选择 与主题相关的图 片，调整大小、 位置，确保图片 与文字协调
动画效果：添加 适当的动画效果 ，使课件更加生 动有趣
排版布局：合理 安排文字和图片 的位置，确保课 件整洁美观
方便快捷：可 以随时随地进 行学习和复习， 不受时间和地 点的限制
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绘本故事的选择
选择绘本故事的标准和原则
内容丰富：故事内容丰富，能够吸引孩子的注意力
教育意义：故事具有教育意义，能够帮助孩子学习知识、 培养良好的行为习惯
插图精美：插图精美，能够吸引孩子的视觉注意力
语言简单：语言简单易懂，适合孩子阅读和理解
设计精美：PPT课件的视觉效果和设计风格都非常吸引人，能够激发学生 的学习兴趣
互动性强：PPT课件中包含了许多互动环节，能够提高学生的学习参与度 和学习效果
实用性强：PPT课件中的内容可以直接应用于课堂教学，对于教师来说是 非常有价值的教学资源
对未来英文绘本故事PPT课件的发展和展望
技术发展：利用 AR、VR等技术， 增强互动性和沉 浸感
PPT课件的演示和互动功能
演示功能：支持幻灯片播放、动画效果、音频视频播放等 互动功能：支持问答、投票、游戏等互动方式，增加观众参与度 辅助功能：支持笔记、标注、分享等功能，方便观众理解和分享 技术支持：支持多种设备、操作系统和浏览器，保证演示效果和稳定性
英语人教版三年级上册绘本The Hen
Present the cover of the book “The Hen”.
Assign the talk which is to read and act the story.
【设计意图】顺势通过问题引出本课任务。
2.语法项目：理解一般过去时
其他能力目标：
1.情感态度：乐于和他人合作学习关注别人
2.思维能力：培养观察力、想象力、创造力
教学重难点
1.能够根据上下文、图片信息、教师的讲解及自己的生活经验，理解故事内容；
2.能够回答老师提出的问题；
3.能够在教师的引导下，对故事发展进行推测。
4.能够在老师的引导下，口头对故事的六要素进行归纳；
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T：The farmercame into the hen house. He looked for eggs under the hen.
Were there any eggs under the hen?
S: No. The farmer said “What? No eggs!”.
T: What would the farmer do?
Students may give various answer, e.g. kill the hen/eat the hen etc.
Present th to eat the hen”.
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T: Where was the farmer?
S: In the kitchen.
T: She went to the kitchen to get a ……
S: knife/oven etc. Reveal the cover paper, the farmer went to get a big pot to cook the hen in.
英语故事_中英对照_Jack_and_Bean(精美图片)
Jack and BeanJack is a young boy. He lives with his mother. They live in a small house. The family is poor. Their cow, Betsy, gives them milk.One day, Betsy has no milk. Jack and his mother are hungry."Jack, we need money," says his mother. "T ake Betsy to the market and sell her.有一天，贝琪没有奶水了。
杰克和妈妈肚子饿坏了。
“杰克，我们需要钱。
”妈妈说。
“把贝琪带到市场去卖了吧。
”Jack isn't happy because he likes Betsy. Sadly, he walks her to the market. A man is standing on the road. He wants Betsy. He has five beans in his hand. He shows them to Jack."These beans are special. They can grow very high," he says. "Do you want them?"杰克很不开心，因为他喜欢贝琪。
他难过地带着贝琪走到市场。
一名男子站在路上，他想要贝琪。
他手中有五颗豆子，便把这些豆子拿给杰克看。
“这些豆子可是很特别的哟，它们会长得很高，”他说。
“你想要吗？”Jack likes the beans, so he gives Betsy to the man. At home, his mother sees the beans. She is very angry."Jack, we need money!" she says. "What can we buy with beans?"杰克很喜欢这些豆子，于是就把贝琪给了这个男子。
原典英语故事--拔萝卜 第一课教学设计 The Enormous Turnip -L1
T:Mr. Johnson puts the seed into the earth and goes to bed.
T:（指图+动作）He is Mr. Johnson. He puts the seed into the earth and goes to bed.
Ss: There are under the trees.
Ss: a seed./a small turnip seed.
Ss:He puts the seed into the earth and goes to bed.
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T: Good morning, boys and girls. How are you?
T: My name is Miss Zeng. Your new English teacher, in this semester we are going to learn some new stories together.
T:（指向Mr. Johnson）This is Mr.Johnson. He has got abig garden.
T: What is Garden?（指图）This is garden. There areflowersandfruit treesin the garden.（指图解释花、果树）
T:（蹲下）Now, I’m under the blackboard.
（look at my hand, my hand is under the desk. Put your hands under the desk and say“under”, OK?）
小学英语 英语故事(童话故事)Under the Willow Tree 柳树下的梦
Under the Willow Tree 柳树下的梦The country around the town of Kjöge is very bare. The town itself lies by the seashore, which is always beautiful, although it might be more beautiful than it is, because all around are flat fields, and a forest a long way off. But one always finds something beautiful in the spot that is one's own home, something for which one longs, even when one is in the most wonderful spot in the world.And we must admit that the outer edge of Kjöge, where small, humble gardens line the little stream that flows into the sea, could be very pretty in the summertime. This was the opinion of the two small children, Knud and Johanne, who were playing there, crawling under the gooseberry bushes to reach each other.In one of the gardens there stood an elder tree, in the other an old willow, and under the latter the children were especially fond of playing. Although the tree stood close beside the stream and they might easily have fallen into the water, they were allowed to play there, for the eye of God watches over little ones. Otherwise they would be very badly off indeed. Besides, these two were careful about the water; in fact, the boy was so afraid of it that in the summer he could not be lured into the sea, where the other children were fond of splashing about. As a result, he had to bear the teasing of the others as best he could.But once Johanne, the little girl, dreamed she was out in a boat, and Knud waded out to join her, with the water rising until it closed over his head. And from the moment little Knud heard of this dream he could no longer bear to be called a coward. He might really go into the water now, he said, since Johanne had dreamed it. He never carried that idea into practice, but for all that the dream remained his great pride.Their poor parents often came together, while Knud and Johanne played in the gardens or on the highroad, where a long row of willows had been planted along the ditch. These trees with their polled tops certainly did not look very beautiful, but they were there for use rather than for ornament. The old willow tree in the garden was much lovelier, which was why the children took most delight in sitting under it. In Kjöge itself was a great market place, and at fair time this plaza was gay with whole streets of tents, filled with silk ribbons, boots, and everything a person might desire. There were great crowds then, and generally the weather was rainy. One could easily smell the odor of peasants' clothes, but this could not destroy the fragrance that streamed from a booth full of honey cakes. And best of all, the man who kept this particular booth came every year during fair time to lodge in the house of little Knud's parents. Consequently, every now and then there was a present of a bit of honey cake, and of course Johanne always received her share.But the best thing of all was that this gingerbread dealer knew all sorts of charming stories and could even tell tales about his own gingerbread cakes. One evening he told a story about them which made such a deep impression on the two children that they never forgot it. For that reason perhaps we should hear it, too, especially since it is not very long."On the shop counter," he said, "there once lay two gingerbread cakes. One was in the shape of a man with a hat on, the other of a maiden with no bonnet but with a blot of yellow on top of her head. Both their faces were on the upper side, for that was the side that was supposed to be looked at, and not the other. Indeed, most people have one side from which they should be viewed. On his left side the man wore a bitter almond for a heart; but the maiden, on the other hand, was honey cake all through. They were placed on the counter as samples, so they remained there for a long time, until at last they fell in love with each other. But neither told the other, which they should have done if they had expected anything to come of it." 'He is a man, so he must speak first,' thought the maiden. But she was quite contented, for she knew in her heart that her love was returned. His thoughts were far more extravagant, which is just like a man. He dreamed that he was a street urchin, and that he had four pennies all his own, and that he bought the maiden and ate her up."So they lay on the counter for days and weeks, and grew dry, but the thoughts of the maiden remained still gentle and womanly." 'It's enough for me that I have lived on the same table with him, ' thought the maiden, and then she broke in two." 'If only she had known of my love she would have held together a little longer,' thought he."So that's the story, and here they are, both of them," said the baker. "They're remarkable for their strange history and for their silent love, which never came to anything. And now they're both for you!" With that he gave Johanne the man, who was still in one piece, and Knud got the broken maiden; but the children had been so touched by the story that they couldn't be so bold as to eat up the lovers. Next day they took them out to the Kjöge churchyard, where, winter and summer, lovely ivy covers the church wall like a rich carpet. They stood the two cake figures up among the green leaves in the bright sunshine and told a group of other children the story of the silent love that was useless; that is to say, the love was, for the story was charming, they all found.But when they looked again at the gingerbread couple they found that a mischievous big boy had eaten up the broken maiden. The children cried about that and later - probably so that the poor lover might not be left alone in the world - they ate him up, too. But they never forgot the story. The two children were always together by the elder tree or under the willow, and little Johanne sang the most beautiful songs in a voice as clear as a silver bell. Knud had not a note of music in him, but at least he knew the words of the songs, and that was something. But the people of Kjöge, even the wife of the hardware merchant, stopped and listened when Johanne sang. "She has a very sweet voice, that little girl," she said.Those were glorious days; but glorious days do not last forever, and finally the neighbors separated. Johanne's mother died, and her father planned to marry again in Copenhagen, where he had been promised a position as messenger, a job supposed to be very profitable. While the neighbors parted with regrets, the children wept bitterly, but the parents promised to write to each other at least once a year.And Knud was made apprentice to a shoemaker, for such a big boy was too old to run around wild any longer; and, furthermore, he was confirmed.Oh, how he would have liked to see little Johanne in Copenhagen on that day of celebration! But he didn't go; and he had never been there, although Kjöge is only five Danish miles away. On a clear day Knud could see the distant towers of the city across the bay, and on the day of his confirmation he could even see the golden cross on the tower of the Church of Our Lady glitter in the sun.Ah, how often his thoughts turned toward Johanne! And did she remember him? Yes! At Christmastime a letter came from her father to Knud's parents, saying that they were doing very well in Copenhagen, and Johanne could look forward to a brilliant career on the strength of her lovely voice. She already had a position in the opera house and was already earning a little money, out of which she sent her dear neighbors of Kjöge a dollar for a merry Christmas Eve. Johanne herself added a postscript, asking them to drink to her health, and in the same postscript was also written, "Friendly greetings to Knud!"They all wept; but this was all very pleasant, for they were tears of joy that they shed. Knud's thoughts had been with Johanne every day, and now he knew that she also thought of him. The nearer came the end of his apprenticeship, the more clearly did he realize that he was in love with Johanne and that she must be his little wife. When he thought of this a smile brightened his face, and he drew the thread faster than before and pressed his foot against the knee strap. He didn't even pay any attention when he ran the awl deep into one of his fingers. He was determined that he would not play the silent lover, like the two gingerbread cakes. The story had taught him a lesson.Now he was a journeyman, and his knapsack was packed ready for his trip. At last, for the first time in his life, he was to go to Copenhagen, where a master was already expecting him. How surprised and happy Johanne would be to see him! She was just seventeen now, and he nineteen.He wanted to buy a gold ring for her before he left Kjöge, but then decided he could get a much nicer one in Copenhagen. And so he took leave of his parents, and on a rainy, windy day in autumn set forth on foot from the town of his birth. The damp leaves were dropping from the trees, and he was wet to the skin when he arrived at his new master's home in the big city of Copenhagen. The following Sunday he would pay a visit to Johanne's father!So, on Sunday he put on the new journeyman's clothes, and the new hat from Kjöge that became him very well, for till then he had only worn a cap. He easily found the house he was seeking, and mounted flight after flight of stairs until he became almost dizzy. It seemed terrible to him for people to live piled up on top of each other in this intricate city.Everything in the parlor looked prosperous, and Johanne's father received him in kindly friendship. Knud was a stranger to the new wife, but she too shook hands with him and gave him a cup of coffee."Johanne will be glad to see you," said the father. "You've grown into a nice-looking young man. Yes, wait till you see her. There is a girl who rejoices my heart, andplease God she will rejoice it still more. She has her own room now and pays us rent regularly for it!"Then he knocked quite politely at his daughter's door, as if he were a stranger, and they went in.Oh, how pretty it was! he was certain there wasn't such a lovely room in all Kjöge; the Queen herself could not be more charmingly lodged. There were carpets, and window curtains that hung quite to the floor, and flowers and pictures, and a velvet chair, and even a mirror as large as a door and so clear there was a danger of walking into it.A glance showed all this to Knud, and yet he could look at nothing but Johanne. She was a full-grown maiden now, quite different from Knud's memories of her, and much more beautiful. There wasn't a girl in Kjöge like her. How graceful she was, and with what a strange, unsure gaze she looked at Knud! But that was only for a moment, and then she rushed toward him as if it kiss him. she did not actually do so, but she very nearly did.Yes, she was really happy to see her childhood friend again! There were tears in Johanne's eyes; she had so much to say, and so many questions to ask about everything, from Knud's parents to the elder tree and the willow, which she called Elder Mother and Willow Father just as if they had been human beings; and indeed they might be called so, just as much as the gingerbread cakes. She spoke of them too, and their silent love, and how they had lain on the shop counter and broken in two - and at this she laughed heartily, while the blood rushed to Knud's cheeks and his heart beat faster and faster. No, she had not grown haughty at all.And Knud noticed quite well that it was because of her that her parents invited him to spend the evening. With her won hands she poured out the tea and gave him a cup; and afterward she read aloud to them from a book, and it seemed to Knud that what she read was all about himself and his love, for it matched with his thoughts. Then she sang a simple little song, but her singing made it a real story that seemed to be the outpouring of her very heart.Yes, Knud knew she cared for him. He could not keep tears of joy from rolling down his cheeks, nor could he speak a single word - he seemed struck dumb. But she pressed his hand and murmured, "You have a good heart, Knud. Stay always the way you are now!"That was a magnificent evening; it was impossible to sleep afterward, and accordingly Knud did not sleep.When he had left, Johanne's father had said, "Now, don't forget us altogether. Don't let the whole winter go by before you come to us again!" Knud felt that gave him permission to repeat the call the following Sunday, and determined to do so. But every evening after work - and the working hours lasted until candlelight there - Knud went out into the town. He returned to the street in which Johanne lived, and looked up at her window. It was almost always lighted, and one evening he could even see the shadow of her face quite plainly on the curtain. That was an evening he would never forget. His master's wife did not like his "gallivanting abroad everyevening," as she put it, and shook her head ruefully over him; but the master only smiled."He's just a young fellow," he said."On Sunday we shall see each other," Knud thought, "and I shall tell her how she is always in my thoughts and that she must be my little wife. I know I'm only a poor journeyman shoemaker, but I can become a master, and I'll work and save - yes, I'll tell her that! No good comes from a silent love; I've learned that much from the gingerbread!"Sunday came at last, and Knud set out, but to his great disappointment they had to tell him they were all invited out that evening. But as he left Johanne pressed his hand and said, "Have you ever been to the theater? You must go there sometime. I shall be singing on Wednesday, and if you have time that evening I'll send you a ticket. My father knows where you are living."How kind it was of her! And at noon on Wednesday he received a sealed envelope. There were no words inside, but the ticket was there, and that evening Knud went to the theater for the first time in his life. And what did he see? He saw Johanne, looking more charming and beautiful than he ever could have believed possible! To be sure, she was married to a stranger, but that was just in the play; it was only make-believe, as Knud understood very well. If it had been true, he thought, she would never have had the heart to send him a ticket so that he could go and see it. And everybody shouted and applauded, and Knud cried out, "Hurrah!"Even the King was there, smiling at Johanne, and he seemed to delight in her loveliness. How small Knud felt then! Still he loved her dearly, and felt that she loved him, too; but he knew it was up to the man to speak the first word, as the gingerbread maiden in the story had taught him. Indeed, there was a great deal of truth in that story.So, as soon as Sunday came, he went to see her again, feeling as solemn as if he were going into a church. Johanne was at home alone; it could not have happened more fortunately."I'm glad you came," she said. "I almost sent Father after you, but I felt in my heart that you would be here this evening. I have to tell you that I am leaving for France on Friday; I must study there if I am to become a great artiste!"At those words it seemed to Knud as if the whole room were whirling round and round with him. He felt as if his heart would break; there were no tears in his eyes, but Johanne could not fail to see how stricken he was ."You honest, faithful soul!" she said.And her tenderness loosened his tongue. He told her how much he loved her and begged her to become his little wife. Then he saw Johanne turn pale as she dropped his hand and said seriously and sadly, "Dear Knud, don't make us both unhappy. I shall always be a loving sister to you, one in whom you may trust, but I shall never be anything more."Gently she placed her soft hand on his hot forehead. "God gives us the strength for much," she said, "if only we try to do our best." At that moment her stepmother entered the room, and Johanne said, "Knud is quite heartbroken because I'm going away! Come,be a man," and she laid her hand on his shoulder; it seemed as if they had been talking only of her journey. "You're a child," she laughed, "but now you must be good and reasonable, as you used to be under the willow tree when we were both children!" Knud felt as if the whole world were out of joint, and his thoughts were like a loose thread fluttering in the wind. He remained for tea, though he hardly knew if they had asked him to; and they were kind and gentle, and Johanne poured out his tea and sang to him. Her voice did not have its old tone, but still it was wonderfully beautiful and nearly broke his heart. And then they parted. Knud could not bear to offer his hand, but she took it and said, "Surely you'll shake hands with your sister at parting, old playmate!"She smiled through the tears that were in her own eyes, and repeated the word "brother". Yes, that was supposed to be a great consolation! Such was their parting. She sailed for France, and Knud wandered about the muddy streets of Copenhagen. His comrades in the workshop asked why he was so gloomy and urged him to join them and amuse himself, for he was still a young fellow.So they took him to a dance hall. He saw many pretty girls there, but there was not one to compare with Johanne; here, where he had hoped to forget her, she was more vivid than ever before the eyes of his soul. "God gives us the strength for much," she had said, "if only we try to do our best." Then a devotion came to his mind, and he folded his hands quietly. The violins played, and the girls danced gaily, and suddenly it seemed to him that he should never have brought Johanne into a place like this - for she was there with him, in his heart.Knud ran out and wandered aimlessly through the streets. He passed by the house where she had lived; it was dark there - everywhere were darkness and emptiness and loneliness. The world went in its way, and Knud went his.Winter set in, and the waters froze over; it was as if everything were preparing itself for burial. But when spring returned, and the first steamer was to start, an intense longing seized him to go away, far into the world, anywhere - but not too close to France. So he packed his knapsack and wandered deep into Germany, from town to town, finding rest and peace nowhere. It was not until he came to the glorious old city of Nuremberg that he could quiet his restless spirit, and there he decided to stay.Nuremberg is a strange old city, looking as if it had been cut out of an old-fashioned picture book. The streets seem to wander along just as they please. The houses did not like to stand in regular rows. Gables with little towers, arabesques, and pillars lean out over the walks, and from the queer peaked roofs water-spouts, shaped like dragons or long, slim dogs, push out far over the streets.There in the Nuremberg market place stood Knud, his knapsack, on his back. He was beside one of the old fountains, where splendid bronze figures, scriptural and historical, rose up between the gushing jets of water. A pretty little servant girl was just filling her pails, and she gave Knud a refreshing drink; and as her hand was full of roses she gave him one of them, too, and he accepted that as a good sign. From the church near by came the strains of an organ; they rang as familiar to him as the tones of the organ at home in Kjöge church, and he entered the great cathedral.The sunlight streamed in through the high stained-glass windows and down between the lofty, slender pillars. His spirit found rest.And Knud found a good master in Nuremberg, and he lived in his house, and there learned to speak German.The old moat around the town of Nuremberg has been converted into little kitchen gardens, but the high walls with their heavy towers are standing yet. The ropemaker twists his cords on a wooden gallery along the inside of the town wall, where elderbushes grow out of the cracks and clefts, spreading their green branches over the small, lowly houses below. In one of these houses Knud lived with his master; and over the little garret window where he slept the elder tree waved its branches. Here he lived for a summer and winter. But when spring returned he could bear it no longer, for the elder was blooming and the fragrance of its blossoms carried him back to home and the garden at Kjöge. So Knud left that master and found another farther in town, over whose house no elderbush blossomed.His new workshop was close to one of the old stone bridges, by an ever-foaming, low water mill. The stream roared past it, hemmed in by the houses, whose decayed old balconies looked about to topple into the water. No elder grew here - there was not even a little green plant in a flowerpot - but just opposite stood a grand old willow tree that seemed to cling fast to the house, as if it feared being carried away by the stream. It stretched its branches out over the river, just as the willow at Kjöge spread its arms across the stream by the gardens of home.Yes, Knud had gone from the Elder Mother to the Willow Father. This tree had something, especially on moonlit evenings, that went straight to his heart, and that something was not of the moonlight but of the old willow tree itself.He could not remain there. Why not? Ask the willow tree; ask the blossoming elder! And so he bade farewell to his kind master and to Nuremberg and traveled on further. To no one did he speak of Johanne, but hid his sorrow in his innermost heart; and he thought of the deep meaning of the old story of the gingerbread. Now he understood why the man had a bitter almond for a heart - he himself had felt the bitterness of it. And Johanne, who was always so gentle and smiling, she was only like the honey cake.The strap of Knud's knapsack seemed so tight across his chest that he could scarcely breathe, but even when he loosened it he was not relieved. He saw only half the world around him; the other half he carried within him. That's how it was!Not until he was in sight of the high mountains did the world appear freer to him; now his thoughts were turned outward again, and the tears came into his eyes. The Alps seemed to him like the folded wings of the earth; what if they were to unfold themselves and display their varied pictures of black woods, foaming waters, clouds, and great masses of snow! On the last day, he thought, the world will lift up its mighty wings and mount upward to God, to burst like a soap bubble before the glance of the Highest."Ah," he sighed, "that that last day were here now!"Silently he wandered through a country that seemed to him like an orchard covered with soft turf. From the wooden balconies of the houses girls, busy with theirlacemaking, nodded down at him. The summits of the mountains glowed in the red evening sun; and when he saw the blue lakes gleaming through the dark trees, he thought of the seacoast near Kjöge, and there was a sadness in his heart - but it was pain no longer.There where the Rhine rolls onward like a great wave, and then bursts into snow-white, gleaming, cloudlike masses, as if clouds were being created there, with the rainbow fluttering like a loose band above them - it was there that he thought of the mill at Kjöge, with its rushing, foaming stream.He would have been glad to have remained in the quiet Rhenish town, but here also there were too many elder trees and too many willows, so he traveled on, over the mighty, towering mountains, through shattered walls of rock, and on roads that clung to the mountainsides like the nests of swallows. The waters foamed in the depths, the clouds themselves were below him, and he strode on in the warm summer sun over shiny thistles, Alpine roses and snow. Thus he said farewell to the lands of the North and journeyed on under the shade of blooming chestnut trees, and through vineyards and fields of maize. Now the mountains were a wall between him and all his memories; that was how he wished it to be.At last he reached that great, glorious city called Milan, and here he found a German master who gave him work. The master an his wife, in whose workshop he labored now, were a pious old couple. And they became quite fond of the quiet journeyman, who said little but worked all the harder and led a devout Christian life. And to Knud also it seemed that God had lifted the heavy burden from his heart.His favorite relaxation was to climb from time to time to the mighty marble church, which seemed to him to have been built of the snow of his native Northland, formed into images, pointed towers, and decorated open halls; from every corner and every niche the white statues smiled down upon him. Above him was the blue sky; below him were the city and the wide-spreading green plains of Lombardy, and toward the north the high mountains capped with perpetual snow. Then he thought of the church at Kjöge, with its red ivy-colored walls, but he did not long to go there again. Here, beyond the mountains, he would be buried.He had lived there a year, and three years had passed since he had left his home, when one day his master took him into the city - not to the circus with its daring riders; no, to the great opera, where was an auditorium well worth seeing. There were seven tiers of boxes, and from each beautiful silken curtains hung, while from the ground to the dizzy heights of the roof there sat the most elegant ladies, with corsages in their hands as if they were at a ball, and gentlemen in full dress, many of them with decorations of gold and silver. It was as bright there as in the noonday sunshine, and the music rolled gloriously and beautifully; everything was much more splendid than in the theater at Copenhagen, but then Johanne had been in Copenhagen, and here - -Yes! It was like magic - Johanne was here also! The Curtain rose, and she appeared, clad in silk and gold, with a gold crown upon her head. She sang as none but an angel could sing, and came far forward to the front of the stage, and smiled as only Johanne could smile, and looked straight down at Knud! The poor boy seized his master's armand called out aloud, "Johanne!" The loud music sounded above everything, but no one heard but the master, who nodded his head."Yes," he said, "her name is Johanne!" Then he drew forth his program and showed Knud her name - for the full name was printed there.No, it was not a dream! The great audience applauded and threw wreaths and flowers to Johanne, and every time she went away they called her back on stage, so that she was always going and coming.In the street outside afterward the people crowded about her carriage and drew it away in triumph. Knud was in the first row and shouted as joyfully as any; and when the carriage halted before her brightly lighted house he was standing close beside the door. It opened, and she stepped out; the light fell upon her beloved face, and she smiled, thanked them graciously, and appeared deeply touched. Knud looked straight into her eyes, and she into his, but she never knew him. A gentleman with a decoration glittering on his breast gave her his arm - people said they were betrothed.Then Knud went home and packed his knapsack. He had decided to return to his own home, to the elder and willow trees - ah, beneath the willow tree!The old couple begged him to remain, but no words could change his mind. It was in vain that they pointed out to him that winter was coming and the snow had already fallen in the mountains. He replied that he could march, with his knapsack on his back, and supported by his cane, in the wake of a slow-moving carriage, for which a path would have to be cleared.So Knud left for the mountains and climbed up them and down them. His strength grew less, but still he saw no village or house; always he plodded onward toward the North. High above him the stars gleamed; his feet stumbled, and his head grew dizzy with the heights. Stars seemed to shine deep in the valley, too, as if there were another sky below him. He felt ill. More and more stars became visible below him; they glowed brighter and brighter and moved to and fro. Then he realized it was the lights of a little town that were shining down there. When he was sure of that, he put forth the last of his strength and finally reached the shelter of a humble inn.He remained there that night and the whole of the next day, for his body was in desperate need of rest and refreshment. The ice was beginning to thaw, and there was rain in the valley. But on the second morning a man with a hand organ came to the inn and played a Danish melody - and now Knud could not remain.He resumed his journey northward, tramping on for many days, hurrying as though he were trying to reach home before all were dead there. But to no man did he speak of his longing, for no one would have believed in the sorrow of his spirit, the deepest a human heart can feel. Such grief is not for the world, for it is not amusing; nor is it for friends. And this man had no friends; a stranger, he wandered through strange lands toward his home in the North. He had received only one letter from home, and it was now years since his parents had written. "You are not really Danish as we here at home. We love our country, but you love only a strange country." Thus his parents had written him - yes, they thought they knew him!。
The Lion and the Mouse
全国中小学“教学中的互联网搜索”优秀教学案例评选教案设计小学英语一对一数字化学习综合课例《The Lion and the Mouse》上互联网搜索故事，自主速读，学习故事和新单词。
一：速读故事,找出新单词并自学。
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was looking forsuddenlyran intocaughtlet …goin a netgot out ofbit123456并根据评价标准，互动交流评价提出问题，引导孩子小结Summary:1、速读故事,了解大意并找出1.小组合作，上云山小学教师网（Miss Wang的网页）学习二篇英语小故事及完成相应的练习，并上传到云山小学六年2班的班级网页中，与好友分享你的劳动成果！2.登陆班级网页，点评好友的劳动成果。
1、学生进行小结，反馈自读方法的理解与记忆。
2学以致用，延伸学习空间。
附教学流程图：。
灰姑娘Cinderella英语故事精品课件
灰姑娘Cinderella英语故事精品课件一、教学内容本课件基于英语教材第五章《经典童话故事》中的“灰姑娘Cinderella”一节展开。
详细内容包括：童话故事的基本情节、主要角色Cinderella、Stepmother、Stepsisters及Prince Charming的个性描述；重点词汇如courageous、merciful、chance、fairy godmother等的学习；以及一般过去时的运用。
二、教学目标1. 学生能够听懂并讲述灰姑娘的故事情节，掌握故事中的角色个性。
2. 学生能运用一般过去时描述故事中发生的事件。
三、教学难点与重点重点：一般过去时的运用及故事情节的描述。
难点：角色性格的理解及道德品质的培养。
四、教具与学具准备1. 教具：PPT课件、故事图片、词汇卡片。
2. 学具：英语课本、笔记本、彩色笔。
五、教学过程1. 实践情景引入（5分钟）：播放灰姑娘电影片段，引导学生关注故事情节。
2. 例题讲解（10分钟）：讲解一般过去时的用法，结合故事中发生的事件进行示范。
3. 课堂互动（15分钟）：分组讨论，每组选择一个角色，用一般过去时描述角色的行为。
4. 随堂练习（10分钟）：完成PPT上的练习题，巩固一般过去时的运用。
六、板书设计1. Cinderella2. 重点词汇：courageous、merciful、chance、fairy godmother3. 一般过去时的结构：主语 + 动词过去式七、作业设计1. 作业题目：用一般过去时描述你最喜欢的故事角色。
答案示例：My favorite character in the story is Cinderella. She was a kind and brave girl. One day, she had a chance to go to the prince's party. With the help of herfairy godmother, she became a beautiful princess andattracted the attention of Prince Charming.2. 作业要求：不少于80词，要求用词准确，句子通顺。
英语故事
以图促学许秀小学生的荣誉感很强，好胜心更强，遇事总想比个高低，争个优先。
我抓住儿童心理的这一特征，课上，我充分利用图片，让他们游戏、表演、竞赛，在愉快的、有意义的情景中发现、归纳、创造。
复习食物类单词时，我借助图片让学生做游戏，巩固所学的语言知识。
我把学生分成A、B、C三组，A组代表fruit，B组代表food。
我先对A组说：“I like fruit very much，What’s your favourite fruit？”A组的一位学生说：“I like mangoes.Miss Xu.many I have a mango , please？”我就把带有mango的图片递给A组的这位同学。
以同样的方式将带有的食品的图片交给A、B二组，然后要求持图片的学生随意地站成一个圆圈，让C组做游戏。
我说：“Put the fruit on the desk，Put the food on the chair。
”C组评出他们中谁做得对，谁做错了，把自己的图片错放在别人的地方，对方就得到这张图片。
接下来叫A组学生说出fruit包括哪些，依次类推。
哪组说错单词，哪组就要对方图片，最后决出哪组的图片多，教师就奖励冠军队。
这样，不仅参加游戏的学生的热情高涨，就是在座位上的学生也积极参与学习过程。
--------------------------------------------------------让每个孩子都成为主角蔷薇在英语课堂上，教师机敏的教学机智应表现在对孩子主体的尊重，表现为对孩子的体验的理解等，而更多地则表现在让每一个学生都成为主角。
英语课上，每次积极举手的往往都是那些英语佼佼者，但是那些不敢举手的中等生或差生更需要关注。
记得一次，我上课提问，有一个学生平时成绩很一般，上课极少举手，可这一次我从他期待的眼神中，发现他很想回答，但又不敢举手。
我带着鼓励的语气叫了他，他的回答有些紧张，发音也有些错误。
英语小故事带翻译：小青蛙出门
英语小故事带翻译：小青蛙出门（最新版）编制人：__________________审核人：__________________审批人：__________________编制学校：__________________编制时间：____年____月____日序言作文(composition)是经过人的思想考虑和语言组织，通过文字来表达一个主题意义的记叙方法。
作文分为小学作文，中学作文，大学作文(论文)。
作文体裁包括：记叙文、说明文、应用文、议论文。
作文并不神秘，要想写好一篇文章，首先要多看，多想，勤于观察，积累素材。
只有细致的观察生活，积累素材才是写好作文的基础。
首先要明确你要写的主题，认真的审题，列出大纲，不要只注意题目中要求的字有多少，要多注意题目的本身，要多读多想，准确的用好词语和修饰语。
这是审题的关键，要确立好主题的依据，要精心的选材，布局列题，有的材料，还要分析整理。
这就要对材料进行分类，比较，概括，筛选。
我们不要象盖房子那样的把所有的材料都堆砌起来，要合理恰当的组合，具体的说开头和结尾要略写，那么经过就要仔细的推敲，修辞，润色，写好以后不要急于交稿，反复检查认真的修改。
古人说：书读百遍，其义自见。
熟读唐诗三百首，不会作诗也会吟。
这些都说明一个道理，只要你多看书，多读书对你的写作文有一定的好处。
只要你明白这样的一个道理，作文就是要你把生活中喜，怒，哀，乐用文字经过加工，修饰。
整理，也就是我们说的作文。
作文内容有一只小青蛙非常可爱，但他有个坏习惯，总是粗心大意，爱掉东西。
青蛙妈妈为此很伤脑筋。
有一天，小青蛙要出门去，青蛙妈妈给他拿了把荷叶伞，一个小水壶，背包里还有一本小人书，叮嘱他要保管好自己的东西。
如果他回家时东西没有少，妈妈会奖励他他最爱吃的小馅饼。
“放心吧，妈妈。
”小青蛙说，“我一定把东西保管好！”There is a little frog very cute, but he has a bad habit, always careless, love things. Mother frog is very upset about this. One day, the little frog was going out. His mother brought him a lotus leaf umbrella, a small kettle, and a comic book in his backpack, telling him to take good care of his things. If he doesn't have less when he comes home, his mother will reward him for his favorite pie. "Don't worry, mom." The little frog said, "I will keep my things well."小青蛙高高兴兴地出门了。
英语的品牌故事ppt课件
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问题:
1) How are they different from
the umbrellas we use?
2) Do you know how to make
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5. 写作练习由简而繁 • 句子的组成 • 简单句simple sentences • 并合句compound sentences • 复合句complex sentences • 主题句topic sentences • 支持句supporting sentences • 段落写作 • 应用mind map组织段落 • 应避免的写作问题comma splices, run on sentences, fragments
country?
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背景: 此为西班牙的斗牛士在斗牛场的演出。「斗牛」是西 班牙的全民运动，每年的3月到10月之间举行。据报导 每年约有24,000只牛在3千万名观众的面前遭到杀害， 因此这项活动被认为是残忍而且不人道。
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问题: 1) What are these people doing? 2) Do these people look like they are having fun? 3) What are they throwing at each other? 4) Why do you think people started throwing tomatoes at each other at Buñvol?
背景: 此为2004年在雅典举办的伤残奥运的其中一个竞赛 项目。