Lions and Tigers and Bears
Lions andTigers and Bears
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magnify
Magnification n. Synonym: enlarge exaggerate
Para. 15
pulse:
to move or flow with strong regular beats, movements or sounds A vein pulsed in his wrist.
Thanks!
Synonym: throb
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North Meadow源自A bridle path in Central Park
atop:
on top of; at the top of A flag high atop a pole.
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scurry:
to run quickly with short steps He grabbed a piece of bread and scurried back to work. Synonym: scuttle
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resume:
to continue to do something again after stopping or being interrupted He resumed his career after an interval of six months. Resumption n.
wind one’s way:
The brook wound its way through the fields.
advance tortuously -- like the wriggling motion of a snake
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magnify:
现代大学英语(第二版)Unit4 Lions and Tigers and Bears
to allow New Yorkers to experience a day in the
pastoral country without leaving the island city. • Another style is Classicism characterized by formal symmetry and the use of straight lines, evident in the south end of the Park.
The founding commissioners of Central Park were the
landscape architects Frederick Law Olmsted and Calvert Vaux. The two designed and oversaw the first-phase
our citywide campus and
our common backyard. “a garden for all as private Eden”
Lions and Tigers and Bears
Lions and Tigers and Bears
The Delacorte Theater
Lions and Tigers and Bears
Introduction to Bill Buford
Lions and Tigers and Bears
Introduction to Bill Buford
Bill Buford is a staff writer and European correspondent for the New Yorker, where he was previously the fiction editor for eight years. He was the editor-in-chief for Granta magazine for sixteen years and was also the publisher of Granta Books. He is the author of Among the Thugs. He lives in New York City.
精读4unit4tigers-and-lions-and-bears
cliché; banal remarks
WB TR
Warming up Objectives
1.Learn to appreciate travel writing 2.Learn more about American society and culture
through reading about Central Park 3.Acquire words and expressions for detailed
leisure
Text Analysis Detailed Analysis
Para 3 – Para 4 Drawing inferences
• Summer-stock Shakespeare production anywhere in America
– Stock: usually kept in stock and regular available, 常备的 ,e.g. one of our stock items 常备项目；Toothpaste is a
Text Analysis Detailed Analysis
Para 1- Para 2 Vocabulary development
- heavy; muggy; founding commissioners; city administrators
- Drop off to a peaceful, outdoorsy sleep - names for criminal offenders (para.2)
Background The Central Park
The founding commissioners of Central Park • the city officials who were appointed to establish Central Park. •A commissioner is an important official who has responsibility in a government department or an organization: There is a commissioner in charge of the London police force.
在动物园里的英语作文
在动物园里的英语作文I went to the zoo yesterday. It was so much fun! I saw all kinds of animals, like lions, tigers, and bears. The lions were roaring, and the tigers were pacing back and forth. It was really cool to see them up close.There was also a monkey exhibit, and the monkeys were swinging from branch to branch. They were so playful and energetic. I could have watched them for hours.The giraffes were really tall, and their necks seemed to go on forever. It was amazing to see them reaching up to eat leaves from the trees. I never realized how graceful they are.I also saw some elephants taking a bath. They were spraying water everywhere and rolling around in the mud. It was hilarious to watch. I couldn't stop laughing.The penguins were adorable. They waddled around anddove into the water, swimming so gracefully. I could have watched them all day.Overall, it was a great day at the zoo. I loved seeing all the different animals and learning more about them. I can't wait to go back and visit again.。
去南京动物园游玩英语作文
去南京动物园游玩英语作文I had a blast at the Nanjing Zoo! The animals were so fascinating to watch. I saw lions, tigers, and bears, oh my! It was amazing to see these majestic creatures up close.The zoo was bustling with families and children. Everyone was excited to see the animals and learn abouttheir habitats. I even saw a group of school kids on afield trip, eagerly taking notes and asking the zookeepers questions.One of my favorite parts of the zoo was the bird aviary. It was like stepping into a tropical paradise, surroundedby colorful birds of all shapes and sizes. I could have stayed in there for hours, just watching them fly and chirp.The zoo also had a petting zoo area, where I got to interact with some friendly goats and sheep. It was so much fun to feed them and feel their soft fur. I even got to see a baby goat taking its first wobbly steps!After a long day of exploring, I sat down to enjoy a snack at one of the zoo's cafes. It was nice to take a break and watch the world go by, surrounded by the sounds of nature and the laughter of children.Overall, it was a fantastic day at the zoo. I learned so much about different animals and their behaviors, and I can't wait to go back again. If you ever find yourself in Nanjing, I highly recommend a visit to the zoo!。
The_Wizard_of_OZ_-绿野仙踪
L.Frank Baum
(1856-1919)
Born in 1856 in upstate New York, Baum was a classic "late bloomer" who tried acting, selling, and editing. Finally, in his late 30s he took the advice of his mother-in-law, suffragist leader Matilda Gage, and turned his attention to selling the stories he'd been telling to his sons and their friends. After a few books were published with varying success, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz (originally titled The Emerald City) was released in 1900. It quickly became a bestseller and has remained so ever since.
During her journey, she meets a Scarecrow, a Tin Man and a Cowardly Lion who join her, hoping to receive what they lack themselves (a brain, a heart, and courage, respectively). They brave many dangers in search of the Wonderful Wizard in his Emerald City at the heart of Oz to ask him to grant each of them what they most desire - only to find that they alrear I stood there I had time to think that greatest loss had known was loss of my heart.
现代大学英语Unit 4 lions and tigers and bears 课文原文
Unit 4Lions and Tigers and Bears1.So I thought I'd spend the night in Central Park and, having stuffed my small rucksackwith a sleeping bag, a big bottle of mineral water, map, and a toothbrush, I arrived one heavy, muggy Friday evening in July to do just that: to walk around until I got so tired that I'd curl up under a tree and drop off to a peaceful, outdoorsy sleep. Of course, anybody who knows anything about New York knows the city's essential platitude-that you don't wander around Central Park at night-and in that, needless to say, was the appeal: it was the thing you don't do. And from what I can tell, it has always been the thing you don't do, ever since the Park's founding commissioners, nearly a hundred and fifty years ago, decided that the place should be closed at night. Ogden Nash observed in 1961:If you should happen after darkTo find yourself in Central Park,Ignore the paths that beckon youAnd hurry, hurry to the zoo,And creep into the tiger's lair.Frankly, you'll be safer there.2.Even now, when every Park official, city administrator, and police officer tells us that thePark is safe during the day, they all agree in this: only a fool goes there at night. Or a purse snatcher, loon, prostitute, drug dealer, murderer-not to mention bully, garrotter, highway robber.3.I arrived at nine-fifteen and made for the only nocturnal spot I knew: the DelacorteTheatre. Tonight's show was The Taming of the Shrew,Lights out, applause, and the audience began exiting. So far, so normal, and this could have been an outdoor summer-stock Shakespeare production anywhere in America, except in one respect: a police car was now parked conspicuously in view, its roof light slowly rotating. The police were there to reassure the audience that it was being protected; the rotating red light was like a campfire in the wild, warning what's out there to stay away.4.During my first hour or so, I wandered around the Delacorte, reassured by the lights, thelaughter, the lines of Shakespeare that drifted out into the summer night. I was feeling a certain exhilaration, climbing the steps of Belvedere Castle all alone, peeking through the windows of the Henry Luce Nature Observatory, identifying the herbs in the Shakespeare Garden, when ,after turning this way and that ,I was on a winding trail in impenetrable foliage, and within minutes, I was lost.5.There was a light ahead ,and as I rounded the corner I came upon five men, all wearingwhite T-shirts, huddled around a bench. I walked past, avoiding eye contact, and turned down a path, a narrow one, black dark, going down a hill, getting darker, very dark. ThenI heard a great shaking of the bushes beside me and froze. Animal? Mugger? WhateverI was hearing would surely stop making that noise, I thought. But it didn't. How can thisbe? I'm in the Park less than an hour and already I'm lost, on an unlighted, Shit! What amI doing here? And I bolted ,not running, exactly, but no longer strolling-and certainly notlooking back-turning left, turning right ,all sense of direction obliterated, the crashing continuing behind me, louder even, left ,another man in a T-shirt, right, another man, when finally I realized where I was -in the Ramble. As I turned left again, I saw the lake, and the skyline of Central Park South. I stopped, I breathed. Relax, I told myself. It's only darkness.6.About fifteen feet into the lake, there was a large boulder, with a heap of branchesleading to it. I tiptoed across and sat, enjoying the picture of the city again, the very reassuring city. I looked around .There was a warm breeze, and heavy clouds overhead, but it was still hot ,and I was sweating. Far out in the lake, there was a light-someone rowing a boat, a lantern suspended above the stern. I got my bearings. I was on the West Side, around Seventy-seventh. The far side of the lake must be near Strawberry Fields, around Seventy-second. It was where, I realized, two years ago ,the police had found the body of Michael McMorrow ,a forty-four-year-old man(my age), who was stabbed thirty-four times by a group of boys .After he was killed, he was disemboweled, and his intestines ripped out so that his body would sink when rolled into the lake-a detail that I've compulsively reviewed in my mind since I first heard it. And then his killers, with time on their hands and no witnesses, just went home.7.One of the first events in the park took place 140 years ago almost to the day: a handconcert. The concert, pointedly, was held on a Saturday, still a working day, because the concert, like much of the Park then, was designed to keep the city's rougher elements out. The Park at night must have seemed luxurious and secluded-a giant evening garden party. The Park was to be strolled though, enjoyed as an aesthetic experience, like a walk inside a painting. George Templeton Strong, the indefatigable diarist ,recognized, on his first visit on June 11, 1859, that the architects were building two different parks at once, One was the Romantic park, which included the Ramble, the carefully ''designed'' wilderness ,wild nature re-created in the middle of the city .The other, the southern end of the park, was more French: ordered, and characterized by straight lines8.I climbed back down from the rock. In the distance, I spotted a couple approaching. Yourfirst thought is: nutcase? But then I noticed, even from a hundred feet, that the couple was panicking: the man was pulling the woman to the other side of him, so that he would be between her and me when we passed. The woman stopped, and the man jerked her forward authoritatively. As they got closer, I could see that he was tall and skinny, wearinga plaid shirt and black horn-rimmed glasses; she was a blonde, and looked determinedlyat the ground, her face rigid. When they were within a few feet of me, he reached out and grabbed her arm. I couldn't resist: just as we were about to pass each other, Iaddressed them , forthrightly: ''Hello, good people!'' I said, ''And how are you on this fine summer evening?'' At first, silence, and then the woman started shrieking uncontrollably-''Oh, my God! Oh my God!''-and they hurried away.9.This was an interesting discovery. One of the most frightening things in the Park at nightwas a man on his own. One of the most frightening things tonight was me .I was emboldened by the realization: I was no longer afraid; I was frightening.10.Not everyone likes the Park, but just about everyone feels he should. This was at theheart of Henry James's observations when he visited the Park, in 1904.The Park, in James's eyes, was a failure, but everyone, as he put it, felt the need to ''keep patting the Park on the back.'' By then, the Park's founders had died, and the Park, no longer the domain of the privileged, had been taken over by immigrants. In fact, between James's visit and the nineteen-thirties, the Park might have been at its most popular, visited by ten to twenty million a year. The Park in fact was being destroyed by overuse, until 1934, when the legendary Robert Moses was appointed the Park's commissioner. Moses was responsible for the third design element in the Park-neither English nor French, neither Romantic nor classical, but efficient, purposeful, and unapologetically American. He put in baseball diamonds, volleyball courts, and swimming pools. He even tried to turn the Ramble intoa senior citizen's recreation center, but was stopped by the protesting bird-watchers. Theirony was that by the end of the Moses era the Park was dangerous.11.In my new confidence I set out for the northern end of the Park. Near the reservoir, agang of kids on bicycles zoomed across the Eighty-fifth Street Transverse, hooting witha sense of ominous power. A little later, there was another gang, this one on foot-abouta dozen black kids, moving eastward, just by the running track. I kept my head down andpicked up my pace, but my mind involuntarily called up the memory of the 1989 incident, in which a young investment banker was beaten and sexually assaulted by a group of kids on a rampage.12.Around Ninety-fifth Street, I found a bench and stopped .I had taken one of the trailsthat run alongside the Park's West Drive, and the more northern apartments of Central Park West were in view ,I sat as residents prepared for bed: someone watching television ,a woman doing yoga, a man stepping into the shower. Below me was the city, the top of the Empire State Building peeking over the skyline. George Templeton Strong discovered the beauty of Central Park at night on July 30, 1869, on a ''starlit drive'' with his wife. But tonight, even if it weren't clouding over, there'd be no stars. Too much glare.The Park is now framed, enveloped even, by the city , but there was no escaping the recognition that this city--contrived, man-made, glaringly obtrusive, consuming wasteful and staggering quantities of electricity and water and energy -was very beautiful. I'm not sure why it should be so beautiful; I don't have the vocabulary to describe its appeal. But there it was: the city at night, viewed from what was meant to be an escape from it, shimmering.13.I walked and walked. Around one-thirty, I entered the North Woods, and made my waydown to what my map would later tell me was a stream called the Loch. The stream was loud, sounding more like a river than a stream. And for the first time that night the city disappeared: no buildings, no lights, no sirens.14.I was tired. I had been walking for a long time. I wanted to unroll my sleeping bag, outof view of the police, and fall asleep. I was looking forward to dawn and being awakened by birds.15.I made my way down a ravine. A dirt trail appeared on my left .This looked promising. Ifollowed it, and it wound its way down to the stream. I looked back: I couldn’t see the trail; it was blocked by trees. This was good. Secluded. I walked on. It flattened out and I could put a sleeping bag here. This was good, too. Yes: good. There were fireflies, even at this hour ,and the place was so dark and so densely shrouded by the trees overhead that the light of the fireflies was hugely magnified; their abdomens pulsed like great yellow flashlights.16.I eventually rolled out my sleeping bag atop a little rise beside the bridle path by theNorth Meadow, and then I crawled inside my bag and closed my eyes. And then: snap!A tremendous cracking sound. I froze, then quickly whipped round to have a look:nothing. A forest is always full of noises. How did I manage to camp out as a kid? Finally,I fell asleep.17.I know I fell asleep because I awake again. Another branch snapping, but this sound wasdifferent-as if I could hear the tissue of the wood tearing. My eyes still closed , I was motionless .Another branch , and then a rustling of leaves. No doubt: someone was there.I could tell I was being stated at ;I could feel the staring. I heard breathing.18.I opened my eyes and was astonished by what I saw. There were three of them, all withinarm's reach. They looked very big. At first I didn't know what they were, except that they were animals. Maybe they were bears, small ones. Then I realized; they were-what do you call them? Those animals that Daniel Boone made his hat out of.19.They weren't moving; I wasn't moving. They just stared, brown eyes looking blankly intomy own. They were obviously very perplexed to find me here. Suddenly, I was very perplexed to find me here, too. ''Imagine this,'' one of them seemed to be saying. ''A grown man sleeping out in Central Park!''20.''Obviously, not from New York.'21.''Hi, guys,'' I muttered. I said this very softly.22.My voice startled them and they scurried up the tree in front of me. Then they stoppedand resumed staring. And then, very slowly, they inched farther up. They were now aboutforty feet directly above me, and the tree was swaying slightly with their weight.23.It was starting to drizzle. I heard a helicopter, its searchlight crisscrossing the path onlyten feet away. So maybe there were bad guys.24.I looked back at the raccoons. ''Are there bad guys here?'' I asked them. It was stupid tospeak. My voice startled them and, directly overhead, one of them stared peeing. And then, nature finding herself unable to resist, it started to pour.25.But not for long. The rain stopped, and I fell sleep. I know I fell asleep because the nextthing I heard was birds. A naturally beautiful sound.。
Lions and Tigers and Bears
E. g. Oh my, lions and tigers and bears, here is a snake!
Bill Bulford Born: 1954 Nationality : Am erica Three different roles in life: • E ditor: work for New York er for 8 years • C ook : pa s ta m a k er, app ren tice to a bu tch er • Writer (Heat / Am ong the Thug s- hoolig anstory
the urban wonders of the world, a g reen oas is in the g reat concrete hig h - ris e la nds ca pe of New York city.
C entral Park History
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What do you think the author will tell us in the essay when seeing the title “Lions and Tigers and B e a rs ”?
a well-known U S mu sical The Wizard of Oz （绿野 仙踪）, a d a pted from t h e children's no v el written by L. Frank Baum . It contains m any well-known songs and “oh my, lions and tigers and bears!”is taken from one of those song s.
Lions-and-Tigers-and-Bears课文翻译
Lions and Tigers and Bears于是我想我要在中央公园过夜。
我在背包里塞了一个睡袋、一大瓶矿泉水、一张地图和一把牙刷，在七月份一个阴沉闷热的星期五傍晚到达了那里。
我打算做的事情是：四处走走，一直到走累了，然后蜷在一棵树下，在野外睡个安稳觉。
当然，了解纽约的人都知道关于这座城市老生常谈的话题——夜里不能在中央公园闲逛——而这，不用说，正是吸引力所在：它是你平常不会做得事情。
而且据我所知，从大约150年前公园创建时期的主管人员决定夜里应该关闭公园时起，人们就不会这么做了。
奥格登•纳什在1961年这么写：如果黑夜降临后，你仍置身与中央公园，不要留恋吸引你的幽深小径，赶快，疾步走到动物园，爬进虎穴里。
老实说，那儿会更安全。
即使是现在，每个公园负责人、城市管理员和警察都告诉我们中央公园在白天是安全的，他们也都一致认为：只有傻瓜会在夜晚去那里，要么就是抢钱包的、疯子、妓女、毒品贩、杀人犯——更不用说恶棍、从背后勒人脖子抢劫的强盗和拦路强盗了。
9点15分我到达中央公园后便走向我所知道的唯一在夜间举行活动的场所：戴拉寇特剧院。
今晚上演的剧目是《驯悍记》。
灯光灭了，掌声响起，观众们开始退场。
到目前为止，一切还算正常，这和美国任何地方在室外上演的莎士比亚夏令剧目没什么不同，除了一点：一辆警车此时正醒目地停在人们的视野中，车顶上的灯正缓慢地旋转着。
警察在那里是为了让观众放心，使他们相信他们正受到保护；旋转着的红色警灯就像野外的篝火，警告四周存在的威胁不要靠近。
在来到公园的大约一个小时里，我漫步在戴拉寇特剧院周围，灯光、笑声以及回荡在这个夏夜里的莎士比亚戏剧的台词都让我感到安心。
我独自一人爬着眺望台城堡的台阶，透过亨利•卢斯自然气象台的窗户向内望去，辨认着莎士比亚花园里的香草，我当时感到很兴奋。
我转来转去，走到了一条被密不透风的树叶遮挡的蜿蜒小路上，然后，不到几分钟，我就迷路了。
前面有灯光，当我转过街角时，遇见了5个人，他们都穿着白色T恤衫，挤在一条长凳旁。
写动物园的英语作文
写动物园的英语作文I went to the zoo last weekend. It was so cool to seeall the animals up close. I saw lions, tigers, and bears,oh my! They were all so big and majestic. I even got to see a baby elephant playing with its mom. It was adorable.The zoo also had a section for reptiles. I saw snakes, lizards, and even a crocodile. It was kind of scary to see them so close, but also really fascinating. I learned a lot about different types of reptiles and how they live in the wild.There was a bird show at the zoo too. I got to see parrots, eagles, and even a penguin. The trainers showedoff their skills and the birds did some really cool tricks. It was amazing to see how smart and talented they are.I also visited the petting zoo. I got to feed goats, sheep, and even a llama. They were all so friendly and cute. It was fun to interact with them and learn about how theylive on a farm.The best part of the zoo was the conservation efforts they were involved in. I learned about how the zoo is helping to protect endangered species and their habitats. It made me realize how important it is to take care of our planet and the animals that live on it. I left the zoo feeling inspired to do my part in protecting the environment.。
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Setting:
Place: Central Park Time: A muggy evening in July
Structure of the text
Part 1(para.1-2)decision to camp Part 2(para.3-6)his feeling and the fear in the first or two hours Part 3(para.7-12)the park’s history and another scare Part 4(para.13-25)his sleep in the wood
Lions and Tigers and Bears
Protagonist:
“I”……first person Bill Buford
Plot:
Travel description combined with everything he has heard, observed, and experienced in connection with the place: his movements in Central Park, the events and famous people associated with its history, the beauty of New York at night. Finally, he got tired and dropped off to a peaceful, outdoorsy sleep.
Travel Route
The Ramble (漫步园)
The West Side
Near the reservoir
The Ninety-fifth Street
the North Meadow
Strawberry Fields
Para.19-21
Question
When and where was he now?
The North Woods at 1:30 a.m.
They weren't moving; I wasn't moving. They just stared, brown eyes looking blankly into my own. They were obviously very perplexed to find me here. Suddenly, I was very perplexed to find me here ,too. “Imagine this,” one of them seemed to be saying. “A grown man sleeping out in Central Park!”
Perplex [pә'pleks] vt. 迷惑；使困惑
be perplexed for an answer 不知该怎么回答才好 be/feel perplexed at sth 对……感到很窘迫
Perplexed 困惑的，迷惑不解的 Perplexing 令人不解的 Perplexity 困惑，迷惘；疑团 Perplexedly 困惑地，疑惑地，不解地