The furnished room
2019届高三英语外研版复习教案：选修7 Unit 5 Ethnic Culture Word版含解析
[话题素材]好词1．tradition n. 传统→traditional adj. 传统的→traditionally ad v. 传统上；传统地2．culture n. 文化→cultural adj. 文化的3．religion n. 宗教→religious adj. 宗教的4．folk adj. 民俗的；民间的5．costume n. (某地或某历史时期的)服装6．folk art 民间艺术7．folk dance 民间舞蹈8．be remote from 离……遥远9．culture of Chinese Ethnic Minorities 中国少数民族文化10．customs of national minority 少数民族风俗习惯11．ethnic problems 民族问题12．national unity 民族团结13．local customs and practices 风土人情14．be native to 当地的15．natural scenery 自然风光佳句1．He believes_in the brotherhood of all peoples.他相信各民族间都应亲如兄弟。
2．You can enjoy the beautiful natural_scenery here.在这里你可以享受风景怡人的自然风光。
3．There are altogether 56 ethnic groups in China.在中国总共有56个民族。
[精美语篇]A look at the history of the United States indicates that this country has often been called “a melting pot”，where various immigrant and ethnic groups have learned to work together to build a unique nation. Even those “original” Americans, the Indians, probably walked a land bridge from Asia to North America some thousands of years ago. So, who are the real Americans? The answer is that any and all of them are! And you, no matter where you come from, could also become an American should you want to. Then you would become another addition to America's wonderfully “nation of immigrants”．高频单词1．native (adj.) 出生地的；土生土长的2．run (v.) 控制；管理→ran (过去式)→run (过去分词)3．property (n.) 财产4．gatherer (n.) 采集者→gather (v.) 收集，采集5．necklace (n.) 项链6．fasten (v.) 系牢，缚紧7．loose (adj.) 稀松的，疏松的→loosely (ad v.) 宽松地→loosen (v.) 变松8．minority (n.) 少数民族；极少数→minor (adj.) 较小的；次要的→majority(n.) 多数9．custom (n.) 风俗，习惯，传统→customer (n.) 顾客10．diverse (adj.) 完全不同的；各不相同的→diversity (n.) 多样性11．adjust(v.) 适应，使适应→adjustment (n.) 适应，调整12．varied (adj.) 各种各样的；形形色色的→vary (v.) 改变；不同→various (adj.) 各种各样的；种种的→variety (n.) 多样性13．foolish (adj.) 愚蠢的，傻的→fool (n.) 傻子(v.) 欺骗14．fold (v.) 折叠，对折→unfold (v.) 展开15．furnish (v.) 为(房屋或房间)配备家具→furniture (n.) 家具重点短语1．in_use在使用2．make_up 编造，虚构3．have_a_population_of 有……人口4．in_the_distance 在远处5．adjust_to 适应，调整6．come_across 偶然(遇见)7．put_sb._up 向某人提供食宿，提名某人为候选人8．think_over 仔细考虑9．set_off 出发，动身；引爆10．pull_out (火车)离站热点句型1．“名词＋过去分词”构成的独立主格结构，作补充说明的状语。
the back room解读
the back room解读
《The Back Room》是英国独立摇滚乐队Editors的首张专辑，于2005年7月发行。
这张专辑被认为是英国后朋克复兴的代表作之一，也是Editors最具代表性的作品之一。
在这张专辑中，Editors将后朋克、新浪潮和哥特摇滚等多种音乐元素融合在一起，创造出了独具特色的音乐风格。
整张专辑的歌曲都充满了强烈的节奏感和紧张感，歌词也充满了黑暗和忧郁的情绪。
其中最具代表性的歌曲之一是《Munich》，这首歌曲的旋律简单而朗朗上口，歌词却充满了对爱情的渴望和失落。
这首歌曲的MV也非常有意思，通过黑白的画面和快速的剪辑手法，将歌曲的情感表达得淋漓尽致。
另外一首非常经典的歌曲是《Blood》，这首歌曲的旋律简单而有力，歌词则充满了对生命和死亡的思考。
这首歌曲的MV也非常有意思，通过黑白的画面和快速的剪辑手法，将歌曲的情感表达得淋漓尽致。
除了这两首歌曲之外，整张专辑的歌曲都非常优秀，每一首歌曲都有自己独特的风格和情感表达。
整张专辑的制作也非常精良，每一首歌曲的编曲和演奏都非常出色，给人留下了深刻的印象。
总的来说，《The Back Room》是一张非常优秀的专辑，它将后朋克、新浪潮和哥特摇滚等多种音乐元素融合在一起，创造出了独具特色的
音乐风格。
整张专辑的歌曲都充满了强烈的节奏感和紧张感，歌词也
充满了黑暗和忧郁的情绪。
这张专辑不仅是英国后朋克复兴的代表作
之一，也是Editors最具代表性的作品之一。
The Furnished Room 小说分析
The Furnished RoomO.HenryI. Plot:A young man came to someplace located in the northeast of New York to find her lover. In the area, most of the people were restless. They were homeless. On the other hand, they had a hundred homes. Because they flited from furnished room. Finally, he found a hotel to stay after ringing the bell at the twelfth one. The housekeeper took advantage of every opportunities to make money. She showed him a room at the third floor. He was so tired that he wanted to take possession at once. He counted out the money. When she moved away, he put, for the thousandth time, the question that he carried at the end of his tongue:” Do you know the girl······He listed his lover’s features.The answer is no. Always no. It was for five months that he had been looking for her. So much time spent by day in questioning managers, agents, schools and choruses; by night among the audiences of theaters from all-star casts down to music halls so low that he dreaded to find what he most hoped for. He who had loved her best had tried to find her. He was sure that since her disappearance from home this great, water-girl city held her somewhere, but it was like a monstrous quicksand, shifting its particles constantly, with no foundation, its upper granules of today buried tomorrow in ooze and slime.Then he looked around the room only to find much cheap and old furnish. There were many traces of other guests’ occupation. Suddenly, some familiar smell came into his nose. He recognized that it was hers.” she has been in this room”. He cried. Soon, he rummaged everywhere to find more proof in third room but in vain.Then, suddenly, as he rested there, the room was filled with the strong, sweet odor of mignonette. It came as upon a single buffet of wind with such sureness and fragrance and emphasis that it almost seemed a living visitant. And the man cried aloud:” what, dear?” as if he had been called, and sprang up and faced about. The rich odor clung to him and wrapped him around. He reached out his arms for it, all his senses for the time confused and commingled. Then he thought of the housekeeper. He asked her who had been in that room. But she hid his lover’s suicide. His hope drained his faith. He turned out the light, turned the gas full on again, and laid himself gratefully upon the bed.He ended his life in the room as her lover did.II. Point of view:Third person point of viewIII. Character:1.The young man: He is young, has searched for his sweetheart for five months. We can see his insistence. But he is tired, not only momentarily tired physically, but spiritually weary.In this story, when he rested, he smells the scent of mignonette what his sweetheart has. But actually, the scent is his imagination. And the landlady also tells him that the girl has not been this room. Then, he suicides in despair. It reflects his beauty of human nature to infatuation.2. The landlady: She conceals the facts that the young man’s sweetheart has not been there, is dead. She lies in order to rent out her room. Her lie makes the young man suicides in despair and maybe the fact save the young man. So, all these shows that the landlady is greedy and selfish.IV. Setting:In 1945, the short story was published. At that time, American society was affected by the second world war. The lower class citizens are homeless and innocent. They are always fooled by fate. However, the petty bourgeois are greedy, selfish, cruel and merciless.V. Style:O. Henry uses a coincidental ending to the story, which shocks readers and makes readers unexpected. Writer uses irony to reveal hypocrisy and subversion and squeezing between human.The story shows Gothic style, gloomy, odd and horrific. Of course, maybe this is a little exaggerated. According to the feeling of the young man on the carpet, the carpet was compared to vegetables, lichens, moss and organism, which was more and more exaggerated and absurd, as if the young man was stepped on a large green worm, disgusting and tiresome.VI. Theme:love as demonicVII. Symbol:The room in its disorder, its squalor, its musty smell, its rubbish and debris of nameless lives, reflects the great city. His sweetheart has been lost reflects all humanity seems to become degraded and brutalized. The sordid surroundings mean to the hero and the odor of mignonette means to him. It isn’t an object, it is abstract, and nobody can prove its existence. Although you can smell it, it can’t be touched and seen.After the man is told that the girl has not been there and after he has been unableto find the source of the odor, the room itself supposed to become a sort of overwhelming symbol for the futility of his effort.。
带家具出租的房间
2020英语高考阅读备战：欧亨利小说经典解析（生词解析）版本一：英汉对照+生词注释The Furnished RoomRestless, shifting, fugacious【1】 as time itself is a certain vast bulk of the population of the red brick district of the lower West Side. Homeless, they have a hundred homes. They flit from furnished room to furnished room, transients 【2】 forever — transients in abode, transients in heart and mind. They sing "Home, Sweet Home" in ragtime; they carry their ~lares et penates~ in a bandbox; their vine is entwined about a picture hat; a rubber plant is their fig tree.带家具的房间下西区有一片红砖楼，住在楼里的一大帮房客像时间一样永不停步，来去匆匆。
他们处处无家，处处为家，从这间带家具的房间搬到那间带家具的房间，永远只是过客——不但住所无定，而且心绪、思想无定。
他们把《家，幸福的家》这支歌唱得乱七八糟；他们的家神是搁在纸盒里提来提去的；他们没有葡萄藤，只是帽子上绕着装饰带，也没有无花果树，只有盆景。
Hence the houses of this district, having had a thousand dwellers, should have a thousand tales to tell, mostly dull ones, no doubt; but it would be strange if there could not be found a ghost or two in the wake of【3】 all these vagrant【4】 guests.所以这一带房子里住过的房客上千，有得说的事也该上千。
英语高考阅读备战：欧亨利小说经典解析
2020英语高考阅读备战：欧亨利小说经典解析（生词解析）版本一：英汉对照+生词注释The Furnished RoomRestless, shifting, fugacious【1】 as time itself is a certain vast bulk of the population of the red brick district of the lower West Side. Homeless, they have a hundred homes. They flit from furnished room to furnished room, transients【2】 forever —transients in abode, transients in heart and mind. They sing "Home, Sweet Home" in ragtime; they carry their ~lares et penates~ in a bandbox; their vine is entwined about a picture hat; a rubber plant is their fig tree.带家具的房间下西区有一片红砖楼，住在楼里的一大帮房客像时间一样永不停步，来去匆匆。
他们处处无家，处处为家，从这间带家具的房间搬到那间带家具的房间，永远只是过客——不但住所无定，而且心绪、思想无定。
他们把《家，幸福的家》这支歌唱得乱七八糟；他们的家神是搁在纸盒里提来提去的；他们没有葡萄藤，只是帽子上绕着装饰带，也没有无花果树，只有盆景。
Hence the houses of this district, having had a thousand dwellers, should have a thousand tales to tell, mostly dull ones, no doubt; but it would be strange if there could not be found a ghost or two in the wake of【3】 all these vagrant【4】 guests.所以这一带房子里住过的房客上千，有得说的事也该上千。
英语书评《带家具出租的房间》
Money isn't everything-A Review of the Furnished Room陈敏15314017The Furnished Room is one of the short stories written by an America writer, William Sydney Porter, who was known by his pen name O. Henry. Henry's short stories are known for their wit, wordplay, warm characterization and clever twist endings. And so is this book The Furnished Room.Now let‟s talk about the story.This is perhaps the bleakest of O. Henry‟s best-known stories.A young man rented a house from a woman housekeeperin a New York City. The woman told the young man how good the furnished room was but lied to him about the tenants living here before.When the young man asked whether his lover Eloise Vashner had lived here before, whom he had been constantly searching for, the housekeeper denied. However, when resting in the room, he sensed her flavor around him. He began searching the room from cellar to rafter, trying to find sighs that suggested his lover had been living here before, but failed hopelessly. He sealed the room with strips, turned on the gas, laid in bed and waited for death. What surprised us is the ending. Through the conversation between the housekeeper and another woman, we know that his lover Vashner had died in the same room using the same suicide way as the man.One of the strengths of this novel I want to mention is that Henry has a good command of using wonderful description. The plot is simple, which can be easily summarized in a sentence, but it is the description about the indifferent world that impressed us more.“Restless, shifting, fugacious as time itself is a certain vast bulk of the population of the red brick district of the lower West Side. Homeless, they have a hundred homes. They flit from furnished room to furnished room, transients forever--transients in abode, transients in heart and mind.”These sentences created ascene of a depressed society. Transient lives moved through a bleak indifferent world. Beneath such society, so were the people.“To the door of this, the twelfth house whose bell he had rung, came a housekeeper who made him think of an unwholesome, surfeited worm that had eaten its nut to a hollow shell and now sought to fill thevacancy with edible lodgers.”What‟ more, the musty atmosphere of the room and the suggestion that every place bears the traces of the lives inhabited it that makes the story compelling. “The furnished room received its latest guest with a first glow of pseudo-hospitality, a hectic, haggard, perfunctory welcome like the specious smile of a demirep. The sophistical comfort came in reflectedgleams from the decayed furniture, the ragged brocade upholstery of a couch and two chairs, a foot-wide cheap pier glass between the two windows, from one or two gilt picture frames and a brass bedstead in a corner.” Although the fact that the young man ends up in the very same room in which his lost lover took her life is one of the most extreme coincidences in all of O. Henry‟s fiction, I think it is the strong power of the descriptionsand the analogy that moved every readers.[1] Although we coul dn‟t attribute the man…s death to the woman, yet we still can easily conclude the author‟s attitude towards the woman, who is a representative of a kind of crowd that put interests above everything else. Henry used “an unwholesome, surfeited worm“to describe the selfish, cold-bloodedpetty bourgeois. Apparently, he showed his distaste for this kind of people. The woman hushed up the fact that inside the room had died a young woman and still rent out the room, driven by her heart chasing money first. Maybe whether the woman told the man about the death of the young girl or not, the man would choose to suicide himself finally, but this concealment is disrespect both to the dead and to the lodger. I think this criticism is the overall theme inside the book.Maybe nowadays chasing money is a popular trend in society, but please do remember, the society will surely be destroyed if everyone only believes in money. It‟s true that we can‟t live without money, but there are always a lot of other things that much more significant than money.Just as Bennet Cerf and Van Cartmell said, “O. Henry's stories are gems of their kind; mellow, humorous, ironic, ingenious and shot through with that eminently salable quali ty known as 'human interest.'”, I recommend Henry‟s novels to all of you, which can arouse your deep thought about the life.Reference Documentation[1] The Furnished Room. O. Henry。
欧亨利的作品介绍
The Gift of the Magi
"The Gift of the Magi" concerns a young couple who are short of money but desperately want to buy each other Christmas gifts. Unbeknownst to Jim, Della sells her most valuable possession, her beautiful hair, in order to buy a platinum fob chain for Jim's watch; unbeknownst to Della, Jim sells his most valuable possession, his watch, to buy jeweled combs for Della's hair. The author arranged the entire plot just to get the readers to wait, to cause an suspense, the pleasurable excitement and anticipation of the outcome. From the beginning, the readers keep guessing what the Jim and Della will buy for each other, and the coincidence of their gifts is the greatest suspense the author put in his article.
欧·亨利(O.Henry)部分作品中英文 亨利(O.Henry)部分作品中英文
The Furnished Room
'The Furnished Room,' by O. HenryRestless, always moving, forever passing like time itself, are most of the people who live in these old red houses. This is on New York’s West Side.The people are homeless, yet they have a hundred homes. They go from furnished room to furnished room. They are transients, transients forever—transients in living place, transients in heart and mind. They sing the song, “Home, Sweet Home,” but they sing it without feeling what it means. They can carry everything they own in one small box. They know nothing of gardens. To them, flowers and leaves are something to put on a woman’s hat.The houses of this part of the city have had a thousand people living in them. Therefore each house should have a thousand stories to tell. Perhaps most of these stories would not be interesting. But it would be strange if you did not feel, in some of these houses, that you were among people you could not see. The spirits of some who had lived and suffered there must surely remain, though their bodies had gone. One evening a young man appeared, going from one to another of these big old houses, ringing the doorbell. At the twelfth house, he put down the bag he carried. He cleaned the dust from his face. Then he touched the bell. It sounded far, far away, as if it were ringing deep underground.The woman who owned the house came to the door. The young man looked at her. He thought that she was like some fat, colorless, legless thing that had come up from a hole in the ground, hungrily hoping for something, or someone, to eat.He asked if there was a room that he could have for the night.“Come in,” said the woman. Her voice was soft, but for some reason he did not like it. “I have the back room on the third floor. Do you wish to look at it?”The young man followed her up. There was little light in the halls. He could not see where that light came from. The covering on the floor was old and ragged. There were places in the walls made, perhaps, to hold flowering plants. If this were true, the plants had died long before this evening. The air was bad; no flowers could have lived in it for long.“This is the room,” said the woman in her soft, thick voice. “It’s a nice room. Someone is usually living in it. I had some very nice people in it last summer. I had no trouble with them. They paid on time. The water is at the end of the hall. Sprowls and Mooney had the room for three months. You know them? Theater people. The gas is here. You see there is plenty of space to hang your clothes. It’s a room everyone likes. If you don’t take it, someone else will take it soon.”“Do you have many theater people living here?” asked the young man.“They come and go. Many of my people work in the theater. Yes, sir, this is the part of the city where theater people live. They never stay long any place. They live in all the houses near here. They come and they go.”The young man paid for the room for a week. He was going to stay there, he said, and rest. He counted out the money.The room was all ready, she said. He would find everything that he needed. As she moved away he asked his question. He had asked it already a thousand times. It was always there, waiting to be asked again.“A young girl—Eloise Vashner—do you remember her? Has she ever been in this house? She would be singing in the theater, probably. A girl of middle height, thin, with red-gold hair and a small dark spot on her face near her left eye.”“No, I don’t remember the name. Theater people change names as often as they change their rooms. They come and they go. No, I don’t remember that one.”No. Always no. He had asked his question for five months, and the answer was always no.Every day he questioned men who knew theater people. Had she gone to them to ask for work?Every evening he went to the theaters. He went to good theaters and to bad ones. Some were so bad that he was afraid to find her there. Yet he went to them, hoping.He who had loved her best had tried to find her. She had suddenly gone from her home. He was sure that this great city, this island, held her. But everything in the city was moving, restless. What was on top today, was lost at the bottom tomorrow.The furnished room received the young man with a certain warmth. Or it seemed to receive him warmly. It seemed to promise that here he could rest. There was a bed and there were two chairs with ragged covers. Between the two windows there wasa looking-glass about twelve inches wide. There were pictures on the walls.The young man sat down in a chair, while the room tried to tell him its history. The words it used were strange, not easy to understand, as if they were words of many distant foreign countries.There was a floor covering of many colors, like an island of flowers in the middle of the room. Dust lay all around it.There was bright wall-paper on the wall. There was a fireplace. On the wall above it, some bright pieces of cloth were hanging. Perhaps they had been put there to add beauty to the room. This they did not do. And the pictures on the walls were pictures the young man had seen a hundred times before in other furnished rooms.Here and there around the room were small objects forgotten by others who had used the room. There were pictures of theater people, something to hold flowers, but nothing valuable.One by one the little signs grew clear. They showed the young man the others who had lived there before him.In front of the looking-glass there was a thin spot in the floor covering. That told him that women had been in the room.Small finger marks on the wall told of children, trying to feel their way to sun and air.A larger spot on the wall made him think of someone, in anger, throwing something there.Across the looking-glass, some person had written the name, “Marie.” It seemed to him that those who had lived in the furnished room had been angry with it, and had done all they could to hurt it. Perhaps their anger had been caused by the room’s brightness and its coldness. For there was no true warmth in the room.There were cuts and holes in the chairs and in the walls. The bed was half broken. The floor cried out as if in pain when it was walked on. People for a time had called this room “home,” and yet they had hurt it. This was a fact not easy to believe. But perhaps it was, strangely, a deep love of home that was the cause. The people who had lived in the room perhaps never knew what a real home was. But they knew that this room was not a home. Therefore their deep anger rose up and made them strike out.The young man in the chair allowed these thoughts to move one by one, softly, through his mind.At the same time, sounds and smells from other furnished rooms came into his room. He heard someone laughing, laughing in a manner that was neither happy nor pleasant. From other rooms he heard a woman talking too loudly; and he heard people playing games for money; and he heard a woman singing to a baby, and he heard someone weeping. Above him there was music. Doors opened and closed. The trains outside rushed noisily past. Some animal cried out in the night outside.And the young man felt the breath of the house. It had a smell that was more than bad; it seemed cold and sick and old and dying.Then suddenly, as he rested there, the room was filled with the strong, sweet smell of a flower, small and white, named mignonette. The smell came so surely and so strongly that it almost seemed like a living person entering the room. And the man cried aloud: “What, dear?” as if he had been called.He jumped up and turned around. The rich smell was near, and all around him. He opened his arms for it. For a moment he did not know where he was or what he was doing.How could anyone be called by a smell? Surely it must have been a sound. But could a sound have touched him?“She has been in this room,” he cried, and he began to seek some sign of her. He knew that if he found any small thing that had belonged to her, he would know that it was hers. If she had only touched it, he would know it. This smell of flowers that was all around him—she had loved it and had made it her own. Where did it come from?The room had been carelessly cleaned. He found many small things that women had left. Something to hold their hair in place. Something to wear in the hair to make it more beautiful. A piece of cloth that smelled of another flower. A book. Nothing that had been hers.And he began to walk around the room like a dog hunting a wild animal. He looked in corners. He got down on his hands and knees to look at the floor.He wanted something that he could see. He could not realize that she was there beside, around, against, within, above him, near to him, calling him.Then once again he felt the call. Once again he answered loudly: “Yes, dear!” and turned, wild-eyed, to look at nothing. For he could not yet see the form and color and love and reaching arms that were there in the smell of white flowers. Oh, God! Where did the smell of flowers come from? Since when has a smell had a voice to call? So he wondered, and went on seeking.He found many small things, left by many who had used the room. But of her, who may have been there, whose spirit seemed to be there, he found no sign.And then he thought of the owner.He ran from the room, with its smell of flowers, going down and to a door where he could see a light.She came out.He tried to speak quietly. “Will you tell me,” he asked her, “who wasin my room before I came here?”“Yes, sir. I can tell you again. It was Sprowls and Mooney, as I said. It was really Mr. and Mrs. Mooney, but she used her own name. Theater people do that.”“Tell me about Mrs. Mooney. What did she look like?”“Black-haired, short and fat. They left here a week ago.”“And before they were here?”“There was a gentleman. Not in the theater business. He didn’t pay. Before him was Mrs. Crowder and her two children. They stayed four months. And before them was old Mr. Doyle. His sons paid for him. He had the room six months. That is a year, and further I do not remember.”He thanked her and went slowly back to his room.The room was dead. The smell of flowers had made it alive, but the smell of flowers was gone. In its place was the smell of the house.His hope was gone. He sat looking at the yellow gaslight. Soon he walked to the bed and took the covers. He began to tear them into pieces. He pushed the pieces into every open space around windows and door. No air, now, would be able to enter the room. When all was as he wished it, he put out the burning gaslight. Then, in the dark, he started the gas again, and he lay down thankfully on the bed.It was Mrs. McCool’s night to go and get them somethi ng cold to drink. So she went and came back, and sat with Mrs. Purdy in one of those rooms underground where the women who own these old houses meet and talk.“I have a young man in my third floor back room this evening,” said Mrs. Purdy, taking a drink. “He went up to bed two hours ago.”“Is that true, Mrs. Purdy?” said Mrs. McCool. It was easy to see that she thought this was a fine and surprising thing. “You always find someone to take a room like that. I don’t know how you do it. Did you tell him about it?”“Rooms,” said Mrs. Purdy, in her soft thick voice, “are furnished to be used by those that need them. I did not tell him, Mrs. McCool.”“You are right, Mrs. Purdy. It’s the money we get for the rooms that keeps us alive. You have the real feeling for business. There are many people who wouldn’t take a room like that if they knew. If you told them that someone had died in the bed, and died by their own hand, they wouldn’t enter the room.”“As you say, we have our living to think of,” said Mrs. Purdy.“Y es, it is true. Only one week ago I helped you there in the third floor back room. She was a pretty little girl. And to kill herself with the gas! She had a sweet little face, Mrs. Purdy.”“She would have been called beautiful, as you say,” said Mrs. Purdy, “except for that dark spot she had growing by her left eye. Do fill up your glass again, Mrs. McCool.”。
高考英语听力高频词汇(已整理)
高考英语听力必备场景词汇精选1、天气fine 晴朗的，sunny/bright/clear 阳光充足的，cloudy多云的，rainy有雨的，wet 潮湿的，humid湿润的，freezing-cold冰冷的，cool凉爽的，mild温和的，warm暖和的，hot炎热的，windy有风的，calm无风的，breeze微风，light/strong winds 微风／大风，moderate风力不大fog雾，snow雪，drizzle毛毛雨，light rain小雨，shower 阵雨，storm暴风雨，downpour倾盆大雨，blizzard大风雪，snowstorm暴风雪，thunder打雷，typhoon 台风，tornado龙卷风It rains cats and dogs. 下着倾盆大雨。
2、购物Store 商店，9rocery食品杂货店，department store百货商店，shopping center购物中心，mall商场shop assistant 店员，counter柜台，receipt 收据，，catalog产品目录，deliver 送货，refund退熬撫bargain便宜货，second-hand二手的，poplar/fashionable 流行的，expensive昂贵的，cheap便宜的，size尺寸大小，color颜色，style式样，brand 品牌pay by installment分期付款，pay In cash用现金支付，pay jn check用支票支付，credit card信用卡，selling season销售旺季，on sale廉价出售，50% off 打五折，a 30% discount 打七折3、餐馆restaurant餐馆，coffee shop/café咖啡屋，buffet自助餐，cafeteria自助餐厅，snack bar小吃郝、大排档，dining hall餐厅waiter/waitress 男／女侍者，treat请客，menu菜单，order点菜，serve上菜，tip 小费，change零钱，knife小刀，fork叉子，chopsticks, 筷子，spoon勺子，plate 碟子，tray 托盘appetizer开胃：菜，steak牛排，cheese 奶酪，sandwich三明治，hamburger 汉堡包, French fries炸薯条，pizza比萨饼，soup 汤，dessert（饭后）甜点，dressing调味酱（尤其指做色拉的），rare 半熟的，drink 饮料，wⅡne 葡萄酒，Coca-Cola 可口可乐Pay the bill付账This is my treat! 我请客！Keep the change! 不用找零钱了！4、酒店make a reservation预定房间, reception desk接待处，check in人住，check out结账，fill out a form 填写表格，accommodation 住宿，registration登记,single room 单间，double room双人间，suite套间，room service客房服务，wake-up call叫醒电话5、邮局stamp邮票，envelope信封，package/parcel包裹，overweight超重，postage邮费，insurance保，claim领取，weight重量，zip code邮编，parcel form包裹单，extra postage额外邮资，send/post/deliver a letter/mail寄／发信，express mail快件，airmail航空信件，surface mail 平邮，international airmail国际航空邮件，registered letter挂号信6、银行business hour营业时间，identity/ID card身份证，savings account储蓄账户，check account支票账户，current deposit/current account活期存款，fixed deposit/fixed account定期存款，interest rate利率，open an account开户，draw money取钱，deposit money 存钱，cash a check 兑现支票7、医院cold/flu感冒／流感，cough咳嗽，fever发烧，pain疼痛，headache 头痛，stomachache胃痛，backache背痛，sore throat嗓子痛，dizzy 晕眩的，heart attack 心脏病medicine 药，aspirin阿司匹林，tablet/pill 药片／药丸hospital 医院，clinic小诊所，emergency room/department急诊室，Health Center 医疗中心，check-up检查，physical examination 体检，treatment治疗手段，visiting hours探访时间doctor医生，dentist 牙医，surgeon外科医生，physician内科医生，nurse护士show ones tongue 伸出舌头，take one’s temperature/blood pressure 测量体温／血压，write a prescription开处方,give an injection 打针8、校园与图书馆tuition 学费，scholarship 奖学金，term/semester 学期，register注册，be absent 缺课，seminar讨论班, assignment作业，presentation课堂发言，final exam期末考试，go over复习，fail不及格，cut a class逃课，graduate毕业，stationery文具用品library card借书证，librarian图书管理员，bookshelf 书架，borrow借进，renew 续借，return归还，overdue借书逾期，pay a fine交罚款9、日常生活living room 起居室,guest room客厅，dining room餐厅，kitchen厨房，bathroom 浴室，toilet 卫生问，basement 地下室，housework家务，channel频道，cook烹饪，furniture家具，dining table 饭桌，fridge冰箱，television 电视，oven烤箱，cabinet橱柜，dishwasher洗碗机，sheet床单，blanket毯子，carpet 地毯，curtain 窗帘，towel毛巾，shampoo洗发水，soap香皂，haircut理发，bar理发师帀，shaver 剃须刀10、电话operator接线员，long-distance call长途电话，collect call对方付费的电话弓，personal phone call私人电话，busy line 电话占线，put through接通电话，leave a message 留口信，dial the wrong number拨错号码Who’s speaking? /Who is this？请问是哪位？Hello! This is…speaking.喂！我是……。
梵高的卧室英语介绍
梵高的《卧室》英语介绍Vincent Van Gogh's "Bedroom": A Masterpiece of Intimate ReflectionVincent Van Gogh's "Bedroom" is a masterpiece that invites the viewer into the intimate sanctuary of the artist's life. Painted in Arles, France, between 1888 and 1889, the painting is an exquisite rendering of Van Gogh's own bedroom, capturing the essence of his personal space in exquisite detail.The painting is remarkable for its use of color, composition, and brushwork, which combine to create a sense of warmth and coziness that is both inviting and enveloping. The colors are rich and earthy, with a predominance of yellows, oranges, and greens that evoke the sun-drenched landscape of the south of France. The brushwork is thick and expressive, with bold, sweeping strokes that create a sense of movement and vitality.The composition of the painting is carefully balanced, with the bed placed at the center of the canvas, anchoring the scene and drawing the viewer's eye. The bed is covered with a bright red quilt, which provides a focal point for the painting and adds a pop of color to the otherwise muted palette. The walls are adorned with prints and paintings, hinting at the artist's love of art and his desire to surround himself with beauty.Van Gogh created five versions of "Bedroom," each slightly different from the others in terms of color, composition, and mood. The first version, housed in the Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam, is the most famous and widely reproduced. It depicts a spare, simply furnished room with a small bed, a chair, and a table. The colors are muted and subdued, creating a sense of calm and serenity.The second version, in the Musée d'Orsay in Paris, is brighter and more vibrant, with bolder colors and more pronounced brushwork. The bed is covered with a brighter red quilt, and the walls are adorned with more prints and paintings, giving the room a more lived-in feel. This version captures the essence of Van Gogh's desire to create a cozy, welcoming space that reflected his own personality and sensibilities.The third version, in the Art Institute of Chicago, is even more colorful and expressive, with swirling brushstrokes and a vibrant palette that seems to leap off the canvas. The bed is positioned differently in this version, giving the room a different spatial dynamic, and the prints on the walls are more varied and eclectic, hinting at Van Gogh's wide-ranging artistic interests.Despite their differences, all five versions of "Bedroom" share a common theme: the importance of home as a refuge from the world. Van Gogh was deeply interested in the idea of home as a place of safety and comfort, a space where one could escape the cares of the outside world and find solace in the familiar. This theme is reflected in the spare, simply furnished rooms depicted in the paintings, as well as in the choice of colors and brushwork, which create a sense of warmth and coziness.In Conclusion, Van Gogh's "Bedroom" is not just a painting of a room; it is a deeply personal reflection of the artist himself. Through his depiction of his own bedroom, Van Gogh reveals his innermost thoughts and feelings, offering the viewer a glimpse into his private world. The painting is a testament to the power of art to capture the essence of human experience, and to convey it in a way that is both universal and deeply personal. It is a masterpiece that invites us into the intimate sanctuary of the artist's life, and challenges us to see the world through his eyes.。
英语作文鬼屋
英语作文鬼屋A Haunted House。
As you step into the eerie darkness of the haunted house, a chill runs down your spine. The creaking floorboards beneath your feet and the whispering of the wind through the broken windows create an atmosphere of fear and anticipation. The air is thick with the scent of decay, and shadows dance menacingly on the walls. Welcome to the world of the haunted house, where the supernatural meets reality.The haunted house is a place that has captured the imaginations of people for centuries. It is a place where the line between the living and the dead is blurred, and where the spirits of the past roam freely. Legends and tales of ghostly encounters have been passed down through generations, adding to the mystique and allure of these haunted dwellings.One of the most famous haunted houses in the world is the Winchester Mystery House in California. Built by Sarah Winchester, the widow of the firearm magnate William Winchester, this sprawling mansion is said to be haunted by the ghosts of those killed by Winchester rifles. The house is a labyrinth of secret passageways, staircases that lead to nowhere, and rooms that are strangely shaped. It is believed that Sarah Winchester built these confusing features to confuse the spirits and protect herself from their wrath.Another well-known haunted house is the Borley Rectory in England. Built in the19th century, this house was plagued by strange occurrences and ghostly sightings. The most famous ghostly inhabitant of the rectory was the ghost of a nun, known as the "Borley Nun". She was said to have been murdered on the grounds of the rectory and her spirit still haunts the area to this day. The Borley Rectory was eventually destroyed by fire in 1939, but its haunted legacy lives on.Haunted houses have also been the inspiration for countless works of literature and film. From Edgar Allan Poe's "The Fall of the House of Usher" to Shirley Jackson's "The Haunting of Hill House", these stories have captivated readers with their tales of terrorand suspense. In recent years, haunted house movies such as "The Conjuring" and "Insidious" have become box office hits, further fueling our fascination with the supernatural.But what is it about haunted houses that continues to captivate us? Perhaps it is the thrill of the unknown, the adrenaline rush that comes from being scared. Or maybe it is the desire to explore the mysteries of the afterlife, to confront our fears and come out the other side stronger. Whatever the reason, the haunted house remains a symbol of our fascination with the supernatural and our longing for adventure.As you make your way through the dark corridors of the haunted house, you can't help but feel a sense of excitement and trepidation. Every creak and groan of the old building sends shivers down your spine, and every flickering light casts eerie shadows on the walls. You know that at any moment, something unexpected could happen, and that is what makes the haunted house such a thrilling experience.In conclusion, the haunted house is a place that continues to capture our imagination and curiosity. Whether it is through legends and tales, real-life haunted mansions, or works of literature and film, the haunted house remains a symbol of our fascination with the supernatural. So, if you ever find yourself in the presence of a haunted house, embrace the fear and let yourself be transported into a world where the line between reality and the supernatural is blurred.。
The furnished room(英文版)
• 他最出色的短篇小说如《爱的牺牲》(A Service of Love)、《警察与赞美诗》(The Cop and the Anthem)、《带家具出租的房 间》(The Furnished Room)、《麦琪的礼 物》(The Gift of the Magi)、《最后一片藤 叶》（The Last Leaf）等都可列入世界优 秀短篇小说之中。
Introduce
A young man came to someplace located in the northeast of NewYork to find her lover.In the area,most of the people were restless.They were homeless. On the other hand,they had a hundred homes.Because they flited from furnished room to furnished room.Finally,he found a hotel to stay after ringing the bell at the twelfth one.The housekeeper took advantage of every opportunities to make money.she showed him a room at the third floor.He was so tired that he wanted to take possession at once.He counted out the money.When she moved away,he put ,for the thousandth time,the question that he carried at the end of his tongue:”Do you know the girl……”
英语作文鬼屋
英语作文鬼屋Title: The Haunted HouseAs the sun set on a chilly autumn evening, a group of friends gathered to explore an old, abandoned house rumored to be haunted. They had heard stories about strange noises, cold gusts of wind, and eerie whispers that filled the air. Despite their fear, they were determined to uncover the truth behind these mysterious happenings.The house stood tall and imposing, its dark windows like empty eyes staring back at them. As they approached, the creaking of the gate echoed through the silence, adding to the ominous atmosphere. With hearts pounding in their chests, they pushed open the heavy front door and stepped inside.The interior was dimly lit, with only a few rays of moonlight filtering through the dusty windows. Cobwebs hung from the ceiling, and the musty smell of neglect filled their nostrils. They cautiously made their way through the deserted rooms, each one more foreboding than the last.Suddenly, a loud crash echoed through the halls, causing them to jump in fright. They turned to see a portrait hanging crookedly on the wall, as if someone or something had knocked it askew. Their nerves frayed, but they pressed on,driven by curiosity and the thrill of adventure.As they descended into the basement, the air grew colder, and their breaths visible in the frigid darkness. It was then that they heard it - a faint whispering, like voices carried on the wind. They froze in terror, unsure of what to do next.But then, one of them spoke up, suggesting that they use this opportunity to learn more about the history of the house and the stories surrounding it. They decided to investigate further, encouraged by their newfound bravery and determination to uncover the truth.What they discovered changed everything. The whispers were not ghostly apparitions but recordings left behind by previous owners, detailing their lives within those walls. The cold gusts of wind were simply drafts from old, worn-out windows. And the strange noises? Just the sound of the house settling, its age showing through every creak and groan.Emerging from the house, faces alight with relief and excitement, they shared their findings with each other. They had faced their fears head-on and emerged victorious, armed with a deeper understanding of both the history of the house and themselves.In the end, it wasn't the ghosts or monsters that theyshould have been afraid of; it was the unknown. And now, armed with new knowledge and experiences, they could face any challenge that came their way.As they walked away from the old house, one question lingered in their minds: What other mysteries lie hidden in plain sight, waiting to be uncovered?。
The-furnished-room解读
The Furnished RoomBy O. Henry Restless, shifting, fugacious as time itself is a certain vast bulk of the population of the red brick district of the lower West Side. Homeless, they have a hundred homes. They flit from furnished room to furnished room, transients forever--transients in abode, transients in heart and mind. They sing "Home, Sweet Home" in ragtime; they carry their lares et penates in a bandbox; their vine is entwined about a picture hat; a rubber plant is their fig tree.Hence the houses of this district, having had a thousand dwellers, should have a thousand tales to tell, mostly dull ones, no doubt; but it would be strange if there could not be found a ghost or two in the wake of all these vagrant guests.One evening after dark a young man prowled among these crumbling red mansions, ringing their bells. At the twelfth he rested his lean hand-baggage upon the step and wiped the dust from his hatband and forehead. The bell sounded faint and far away in some remote, hollow depths.To the door of this, the twelfth house whose bell he had rung, came a housekeeper who made him think of an unwholesome, surfeited worm that had eaten its nut to a hollow shell and now sought to fill the vacancy with edible lodgers.He asked if there was a room to let."Come in," said the housekeeper. Her voice came from her throat; her throat seemed lined with fur. "I have the third floor back, vacant since a week back. Should you wish to look at it?"The young man followed her up the stairs. A faint light from no particular source mitigated the shadows of the halls. They trod noiselessly upon a stair carpet that its own loom would have forsworn. It seemed to have become vegetable; to have degenerated in that rank, sunless air to lush lichen orspreading moss that grew in patches to the staircase and was viscid under the foot like organic matter. At each turn of the stairs were vacant niches in the wall. Perhaps plants had once been set within them. If so they had died in that foul and tainted air. It may be that statues of the saints had stood there, but it was not difficult to conceive that imps and devils had dragged them forth in the darkness and down to the unholy depths of some furnished pit below."This is the room," said the housekeeper, from her furry throat. "It's a nice room. It ain't often vacant. I had some most elegant people in it last summer--no trouble at all, and paid in advance tothe minute. The water's at the end of the hall. Sprowls and Mooney kept it three months. They done a vaudeville sketch. Miss B'retta Sprowls--you may have heard of her--Oh, that was just the stage names --right there over the dresser is where the marriage certificate hung, framed. The gas is here, and you see there is plenty of closet room. It's a room everybody likes. It never stays idle long.""Do you have many theatrical people rooming here?" asked the young man."They comes and goes. A good proportion of my lodgers is connected with the theatres. Yes, sir, this is the theatrical district. Actor people never stays long anywhere. I get my share. Yes, they comes and they goes."He engaged the room, paying for a week in advance. He was tired, he said, and would take possession at once. He counted out the money. The room had been made ready, she said, even to towels and water. As the housekeeper moved away he put, for the thousandth time, the question that he carried at the end of his tongue."A young girl--Miss Vashner--Miss Eloise Vashner--do you remember such a one among your lodgers? She would be singing on the stage, most likely. A fair girl, of medium height and slender, with reddish, gold hair and a dark mole near her left eyebrow.""No, I don't remember the name. Them stage people has names they change as often as their rooms. They comes and they goes. No, I don't call that one to mind."No. Always no. Five months of ceaseless interrogation and the inevitable negative. So much time spent by day in questioning managers, agents, schools and choruses; by night among the audiencesof theatres from all-star casts down to music halls so low that he dreaded to find what he most hoped for. He who had loved her best had tried to find her. He was sure that since her disappearance from home this great, water-girt city held her somewhere, but it was like a monstrous quicksand, shifting its particles constantly, with no foundation, its upper granules of to-day buried to-morrow in ooze and slime.The furnished room received its latest guest with a first glow of pseudo-hospitality, a hectic, haggard, perfunctory welcome like the specious smile of a demirep. The sophistical comfort came in reflected gleams from the decayed furniture, the ragged brocade upholstery of a couch and two chairs, a foot-wide cheap pier glass between the two windows, from one or two gilt picture frames and a brass bedstead in a corner.The guest reclined, inert, upon a chair, while the room, confused in speech as though it were an apartment in Babel, tried to discourse to him of its divers tenantry.A polychromatic rug like some brilliant-flowered rectangular, tropical islet lay surrounded by a billowy sea of soiled matting. Upon the gay-papered wall were those pictures that pursue the homeless one from house to house--The Huguenot Lovers, The First Quarrel, The Wedding Breakfast, Psyche at the Fountain. The mantel's chastely severe outline was ingloriously veiled behind some pert drapery drawn rakishly askew like the sashes of the Amazonian ballet. Upon it was some desolate flotsam cast aside by the room's marooned when a lucky sail had borne them to a fresh port--a trifling vase or two, pictures of actresses, a medicine bottle, some stray cards out of a deck.One by one, as the characters of a cryptograph become explicit, the little signs left by the furnished room's procession of guests developed a significance. The threadbare space in the rug in front of the dresser told that lovely woman had marched in the throng. Tiny finger prints on the wall spoke of little prisoners trying to feel their way to sun and air. A splattered stain, raying like the shadow of a bursting bomb, witnessed where a hurled glass or bottle had splintered with its contents against the wall. Across the pier glass had been scrawled with a diamond in staggering letters the name "Marie." It seemed that the succession of dwellers in the furnished room had turned in fury--perhaps tempted beyond forbearance by its garish coldness--and wreaked upon it their passions. The furniture was chipped and bruised; the couch, distorted by bursting springs, seemed a horrible monster that had been slain during the stress of some grotesque convulsion. Some more potent upheaval had cloven a great slice from the marble mantel. Each plank in the floor owned its particular cant and shriek as from a separate and individual agony. It seemed incredible that all this malice and injury had been wrought upon the room by those who had called it for a time their home; and yet it may have been the cheated home instinct surviving blindly, the resentful rage at false household gods that had kindled their wrath. A hut that is our own we can sweep and adorn and cherish.The young tenant in the chair allowed these thoughts to file, soft- shod, through his mind, while there drifted into the room furnished sounds and furnished scents. He heard in one room a tittering and incontinent, slack laughter; in others the monologue of a scold, the rattling of dice, a lullaby, and one crying dully; above him a banjo tinkled with spirit. Doors banged somewhere; the elevated trains roared intermittently; a cat yowled miserably upon a back fence. And he breathed the breath of the house--a dank savor rather than a smell --a cold, musty effluvium as from underground vaults mingled with the reeking exhalations of linoleum and mildewed and rotten woodwork.Then, suddenly, as he rested there, the room was filled with the strong, sweetodor of mignonette. It came as upon a single buffet of wind with such sureness and fragrance and emphasis that it almost seemed a living visitant. And the man cried aloud: "What, dear?" as if he had been called, and sprang up and faced about. The rich odor clung to him and wrapped him around. He reached out his arms for it, all his senses for the time confused and commingled. How could one be peremptorily called by an odor? Surely it must have been a sound. But, was it not the sound that had touched, that had caressed him?"She has been in this room," he cried, and he sprang to wrest from it a token, for he knew he would recognize the smallest thing that had belonged to her or that she had touched. This enveloping scent of mignonette, the odor that she had loved and made her own—whence came it?The room had been but carelessly set in order. Scattered upon the flimsy dresser scarf were half a dozen hairpins--those discreet, indistinguishable friends of womankind, feminine of gender, infinite of mood and uncommunicative of tense. These he ignored, conscious of their triumphant lack of identity. Ransacking the drawers of the dresser he came upon a discarded, tiny, ragged handkerchief. He pressed it to his face. It was racy and insolent with heliotrope; he hurled it to the floor. In another drawer he found odd buttons, a theatre program, a pawnbroker's card, two lost marshmallows, a book on the divination of dreams. In the last was a woman's black satin hair bow, which halted him, poised between ice and fire. But the black satin hair bow also is femininity's demure, impersonal, common ornament, and tells no tales.And then he traversed the room like a hound on the scent, skimming the walls, considering the corners of the bulging matting on his hands and knees, rummaging mantel and tables, the curtains and hangings, the drunken cabinet in the corner, for a visible sign, unable to perceive that she was there beside, around, against, within, above him, clinging to him, wooing him, calling him so poignantly through the finer senses that even his grosser ones became cognizant of the call. Once again he answered loudly: "Yes, dear!" and turned, wild-eyed, to gaze on vacancy, for he could not yet discern form and color andlove and outstretched arms in the odor of mignonette. Oh, God! whence that odor, and since when have odors had a voice to call? Thus he groped.He burrowed in crevices and corners, and found corks and cigarettes. These he passed in passive contempt. But once he found in a fold of the matting a half-smoked cigar, and this he ground beneath his heel with a green and trenchant oath. He sifted the room from end to end. He found dreary and ignoble small records of many a peripatetic tenant; but of her whom he sought, and who may have lodged there, and whose spirit seemed to hover there, he found no trace.And then he thought of the housekeeper.He ran from the haunted room downstairs and to a door that showed a crack of light. She came out to his knock. He smothered his excitement as best he could."Will you tell me, madam," he besought her, "who occupied the room I have before I came?""Yes, sir. I can tell you again. 'Twas Sprowls and Mooney, as I said. Miss B'retta Sprowls it was in the theatres, but Missis Mooney she was. My house is well known for respectability. The marriage certificate hung, framed, on a nail over--""What kind of a lady was Miss Sprowls--in looks, I mean?"Why, black-haired, sir, short, and stout, with a comical face. They left a week ago Tuesday.""And before they occupied it?""Why, there was a single gentleman connected with the draying business. He left owing me a week. Before him was Missis Crowder and her two children,that stayed four months; and back of them was old Mr. Doyle, whose sons paid for him. He kept the room six months. That goes back a year, sir, and further I do not remember."He thanked her and crept back to his room. The room was dead. The essence that had vivified it was gone. The perfume of mignonette had departed. In its place was the old, stale odor of moldy house furniture, of atmosphere in storage.The ebbing of his hope drained his faith. He sat staring at the yellow, singing gaslight. Soon he walked to the bed and began to tear the sheets into strips. With the blade of his knife he drove them tightly into every crevice around windows and door. When all was snug and taut he turned out the light, turned the gas full on again and laid himself gratefully upon the bed.It was Mrs. McCool's night to go with the can for beer. So she fetched it and sat with Mrs. Purdy in one of those subterranean retreats where house-keepers foregather and the worm dieth seldom."I rented out my third floor, back, this evening," said Mrs. Purdy, across a fine circle of foam. "A young man took it. He went up to bed two hours ago.""Now, did ye, Mrs. Purdy, ma'am?" said Mrs. McCool, with intense admiration. "You do be a wonder for rentin' rooms of that kind. And did ye tell him, then?" she concluded in a husky whisper, laden with mystery."Rooms," said Mrs. Purdy, in her furriest tones, "are furnished for to rent. I did not tell him, Mrs. McCool.""'Tis right ye are, ma'am; 'tis by renting rooms we kape alive. Ye have the rale sense for business, ma'am. There be many people will rayjict the rentin' of a room if they be tould a suicide has been after dyin' in the bed of it.""As you say, we has our living to be making," remarked Mrs. Purdy."Yes, ma'am; it’s true. 'This just one wake ago this day I helped ye lay out the third floor, back. A pretty slip of a colleen she was to be killin' herself wid the gas--a swate little face she had, Mrs. Purdy, ma'am.""She'd a-been called handsome, as you say," said Mrs. Purdy, assenting but critical, "but for that mole she had a-growin' by her left eyebrow. Do fill up your glass again, Mrs. McCool."带家具出租的房间欧·亨利（著）罗达十（译）在纽约西区南部的红砖房那一带地方，绝大多数居民都如时光一样动荡不定、迁移不停、来去匆匆。
【精品】欧亨利《带家具出租的房间》修辞手法分析 The Furnished Room
欧•亨利《带家具出租的房间》的修辞分析【摘要】欧·亨利的30多篇短篇小说大部分反映了下层人物辛酸而又滑稽的生活。
其作品以其幽默的生活情趣、“含泪微笑”的风格，被誉为“美国生活的幽默百科全书”。
本文分别从欧•亨利小说中运用的比喻的手法和“含泪的微笑”结局这两种修辞方法，来对其短篇小说《带家具出租的房间》进行分析。
【关键词】比喻“含泪的微笑”一、灵活多样的比喻手法（一）幽默与讽刺氛围的营造幽默与讽刺是欧·亨利小说中最为显著的艺术特色，其小说字里行间、无时无刻不隐含着幽默的元素，就《带家具出租的房间》而言，无论从词语、描写、情节、预设都尽量多地融入调侃与令人发笑的处理。
读过这篇小说的朋友一定会记得女房东的形象：“一条吃得太饱而懒洋洋的蛆虫，这蛆虫好像已经把一个果核吃得只剩一只空壳，现在就等着那些可供冲击的房客来填补这个空间了。
”于是，一个狰狞可恶的小资本家的形象淋漓尽致地展现在我们面前。
接下来更为精彩的是欧•亨利还写到了这个女房东的声音：“她的喉咙里又好像长满了厚厚的绒毛”，不仅外表像是一条蛀虫，就连喉咙也长满了毛。
欧•亨利通过这样的比喻把女房东的贪婪、自私、冷血无情等等小资本家的特点写了出来，并且这种毒素已经深入到了女房东的体内，达到了无可救药的程度。
人已经被当时的资本主义的利己思想完全腐蚀了。
这无疑是对女房东的一种嘲弄，更是对当时社会资本家的一种有力的讽刺。
这是因为这种侵入骨髓的自私自利、贪婪冷漠才会导致了最后女房东对男主人公的欺骗，不过是为了把房屋租出去，满足自己欲望的享受。
尽管如此，但欧•亨利笔下的“反面人物”却无法激起我对她的憎恶，恰恰相反，因为正是通过这些幽默诙谐的喜剧小丑般的人物，我们才领略到人的不幸和辛酸。
因此，我对这个欧•亨利以“蛀虫”这种令人鄙弃憎恶的生物来比喻的女房东产生了一丝怜悯和无奈，既是她生活在当时物欲横流的社会所采取的符合当时社会的行为的同流合污，也是男主人公悲惨命运的无奈。
the furnished room 晓芳
--O.Henry
The Plot
• It can be summarized in a sentence—a young man commits suicide in the same room where a young woman for whom he has vainly searched killed herself .
Do you know the clue in this fiction clearly?
The smell
• Characteristics
• It isn’t an object , it is abstract, and nobody can prove its existence.
• Although you can smell it , it can’t be touched and seen.
• Symbolism
• The room is the symbol of vain , and desperate .
• The room was dead . The essence that had vivified it was gone . The perfume of mignonette had departed . The ebbing of his hope drained his faith .
• Finally , his hope ws broken , and he suicided .
• In the end , there still exists a kind of scent – the gas .
• He turned the gas full on again .
The Furnished Room带家具出租的房间 欧亨利
A young man came to someplace located in the northeast of NewYork to find her lover.In the area,most of the people were restless.They were homeless. On the other hand,they had a hundred homes.Because they flited from furnished room to furnished room.Finally,he found a hotel to stay after ringing the bell at the twelfth one.The housekeeper took advantage of every opportunities to make money.she showed him a room at the third floor.He was so tired that he wanted to take possession at once.He counted out the money.When she moved away,he put ,for the thousandth time,the question that he carried at the end of his tongue:”Do you know the girl……”
2020年4月全国综合英语（二）自考试题及答案解析
2020年4月全国综合英语（二）自考试题及答案解析全国2019年4月高等教育自学考试综合英语（二）试题课程代码：00795Ⅰ.语法、词汇。
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(本大题共25小题,每小题1分,共25分)Complete each of the following sentences with the most likely answer.(25 points)1.I should say confidence comes not ______from how other people look at us as from how welook at ourselves.A. so muchB. as muchC. this muchD. that much2.The George Washington Bridge is a double-deck bridge across ______Hudson River.A. aB. anC. theD. /3. “Which books are yours?”“Oh, ______over there, of course.”A. thisB. thatC. theseD. those4. Television, ______ came into being in 1939, did not becomecommon until the early 1950s.A. thatB. whatC. whichD. it5. Many car accidents occur _______ drunk driving.A. due toB. thanks toC. becauseD. for6. Finally after working hard for five years Jane ______ able to save her fare to Europe.A. isB. wasC. will beD. would be7.when we reached the cinema, the film _____ started, for there were no people at the entrance.A. should haveB. ought to haveC. had to haveD. must have8. The doctor suggested that the patient ________on a diet but he couldn’t resist the temptation ofrich food.A. goesB. goC. wentD. gone9. You’d better leave _____usual. The heavy traffic onMonday mornings may hold you up.A. early thanB. early thenC. earlier thanD. earlier then10. No sooner _______home than he was asked to go on another business trip.A. had he arrivedB. he had arrivedC. has he arrivedD. he has arrived111. The teacher emphasized that ______of us should read the essay three times.A. each everyoneB. all and every oneC. each and every oneD. each someone12. _____the false banknote looked genuine, it did not stand up to close examination.A. SinceB. AsC. Even asD. Even though13.If yo u don’t hurry up, the train _______by the time we get to the station.A. has leftB. will have leftC. will leaveD. would have left14. When I ran into Mary at the supermarket yesterday, I smiled at her, but she ______me andwalked on.A. missedB. overlookedC. ignoredD. neglected15. If you fail to adapt ______the quickly changing society, you will be behind the times.A. withB. againstC. forD. to16.My fat her is deeply concerned with the gove rnment’s ______policies.A. economicalB. economyC. economicD. economics17. In his 27-year imprisonment, Mandela, a South African leader, was ______his political rights.A. deprived ofB. deprived offC. deprived fromD. deprived with18.Scientists have spent years researching into the ______of sleeping pills on the human brain.A. affectB. effectC. impactD. influence19. Only a few people have ______to the confidential energy data.A. accessB. admissionC. permissionD. entrance20. CCTV reported that ______the snowstorm, at least five houses collapsed and three peoplewere killed.A. on any account ofB. on every account ofC. on account ofD. on this account of21. The government is _______ every effort to reduce the accident rate in coal mines.A. takingB. makingC. catchingD. putting22. The three sales representatives of this company will be ______with a trip to France.A. offeredB. awardedC. rewardedD. given23. Contrary ________popular opinion, eating less does not help you lose weight.A. toB. withC. againstD. into24. An inventor needs to have a creative and _____mind.2A. imaginableB. imaginativeC. imaginaryD. imaging25.The law protects equal rights for all citizens, _____race, religion or sex.A. without regard toB. with regard ofC. regardless toD. regardless ofⅡ.完形填空。
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• And the man cried aloud: "What, dear?" as if he had been called, and sprang up and faced about. • "She has been in this room," he cried, and he sprang to wrest from it a token, for he knew he would recognize the smallest thing that had belonged to her or that she had touched.
• A pretty slip of a colleen she was to be killin' herself wid the gas--a swate little face she had, Mrs. Purdy, ma'am." "She'd a-been called handsome, as you say," said Mrs. Purdy, assenting but critical, "but for that mole she had a-growin' by her left eyebrow.
The furnished room
• • • •
Housing renting Housing searching Reconfirmation Disillusion
• He who had loved her best had tried to find her. He was sure that since her disappearance from home this great, water-girt city held her somewhere, but it was like a monstrous quicksand, shifting its particles constantly, with no foundation, its upper granules of to-day buried to-morrow in ooze and slime. • 他对她独怀真情，一心要找到她。他确信，自她 从家里失踪以来，这座水流环绕的大城市一定把 她蒙在了某个角落。但这座城市就像一大团流沙 ，沙粒的位置变化不定，没有基础，今天还浮在 上层的细粒到了明天就被淤泥和粘土覆盖在下面 。
• 那姑娘用煤气就把自己给弄死了——她那小脸蛋 儿多甜啊，珀迪夫人。珀迪夫人说，既表示同意 又显得很挑剔。“只是她左眼眉毛边的痣长得不 好看。
Summary
• In order to look for his beloved woman , a young man rent a furnished room . In the room , the man feel like his love’s living there once .When asked a ugly , selfish , voracious housekeeper , he got a disappointed answer. So depressed is he ,he commits suicide in the same room where his love for whom he has vainly searched killed herself .
• "A young girl--Miss Vashner--Miss Eloise Vashner--do you remember such a one among your lodgers? She would be singing on the stage, most likely. A fair girl, of medium height and slender, with reddish, gold hair and a dark mole near her left eyebrow." • “有个姑娘——瓦西纳小姐——埃卢瓦丝·瓦西 纳小姐——你记得房客中有过这人吗？她多半是 在台上唱歌的。她皮肤白嫩，个子中等，身材苗 条，金红色头发，左眼眉毛边长了颗黑痣。”
• 他再次大声回答“我在这儿，亲爱的！”然后转过身子， 目瞪口呆，一片漠然，因为他在木犀花香中还察觉不出形 式、色彩、爱情和张开的双臂。唔，上帝啊，那芳香是从 哪儿来的？从什么时候起香味开始具有呼唤之力？就这样 他不停地四下摸索。
• The ebbing of his hope drained his faith. He sat staring at the yellow, singing gaslight. Soon he walked to the bed and began to tear the sheets into strips. With the blade of his knife he drove them tightly into every crevice around windows and door. When all was snug and taut he turned out the light, turned the gas full on again and laid himself gratefully upon the bed. • 希望破灭，他顿觉信心殆尽。他坐在那儿，呆呆 地看着咝咝作响的煤气灯的黄光。稍许，他走到 床边，把床单撕成长条，然后用刀刃把布条塞进 门窗周围的每一条缝隙。一切收拾得严实紧扎以 后，他关掉煤气灯，却又把煤气开足，最后感激 不尽地躺在床上。
Theme
• Celebrate love • Reveal the moral hypocrisy and mutual strife between people
• No. Always no. Five months of ceaseless interrogation and the inevitable negative
• 不。总是不。五个月不间断地打听询问， 千篇一律地否定回答。
• Then, suddenly, as he rested there, the room was filled with the strong, sweet odour of mignonette. It came as upon a single buffet of wind with such sureness and fragrance and emphasis that i就这样歇在那儿,突然，房间里充满 木犀草浓烈的芬芳。它乘风而至，鲜明无误 ，香馥沁人，栩栩如生，活脱脱几乎如来 访的佳宾。