The Unicorn in the Garden
The Unicorn in the Garden
5. Nothing is impossible. Maybe once they loved each other, but finally, they just hate each other. Life is always hard to predict, and the only thing that we can do is to cherish the life we have now.
The Unicorn in the Garden
Grbrief introduction of the story
The husband sees a unicorn in the garden and tells his wife about it. She doesn’t believe him, telling him "the unicorn is a mythical bea st" and calling him a "booby“. When he persists, she threatens to send him to the mental i nstitution. He persists, so she calls the authorities. However, after she tells them what her husband sa w, they force her into a strait jacket.
love
hate
tolerance
lie
trust
Our understanding of the story
1. The couple are not happy in their marriage, so it is important to have successful marriage. Couples should trust, understand and love each other, or the marriage will lose its true meaning. Only in this way, can couples build a firm relationship. 2. Actually, the wife is too confident. Sometimes it is better to be patient before knowing the results. Don’t count your boobies until they are hatched.
浅谈乔姆斯基的最简方案
浅谈乔姆斯基的最简方案作者：刘辉来源：《文存阅刊》2017年第12期（黑龙江大学黑龙江哈尔滨 150080）摘要：由于衍生语法的发展，管辖和约束理论一直占据统治地位。
但是，随着原则和参数理论的弱点的暴露，最简方案逐渐取代管辖和约束理论的地位。
最简方案的目的在于简化语法，通过引进一些先进的参数来推动句法学的发展。
与此同时，由于最简方案仍是年轻，最简方案仍然是一个方案而不是理论，仍存在一些缺点。
本文从主要内容以及优缺点来简述最简方案。
关键词：乔姆斯基；最简方案；经济原则一、引言在1981年，乔姆斯基做了关于管辖和约束理论的演讲，这标志着原则和参数理论的开始。
在1986年，他提出了语障论，它通过语障概念管理管辖和约束理论。
然后，在20世纪90年代，衍生语法进行了巨大的创新，其中之一就是于1992年提出的语言理论的最简方案。
在于1995年出版的《最简方案》一书中，乔姆斯基进一步讨论了这些原则和所有相关的参数。
二、最简方案之经济原则最简方案的一个成分试图给“经济”这个概念输入新鲜的血肉：省力原则是语言机制的特征。
有几个不同的经济概念，理解这些概念是非常必要的。
让我们一起看看语音、语用和句法的概念。
考虑到同化的语音过程，因此，不同的成分对某一性质有相同的价值。
例如，在英语中，在ten的末尾的[n]在[p]、[b]之前发[m]的音，想ten pears 或者ten bears。
很显然，同化是惰性的表现。
对于发音器官来说，停留在相同的位置比从一个位置改变到另一个位置容易一些。
慎言之，尽管用原始的[n]发音ten pears 是可能的。
所以，有人可能吧这种现象归到语言运用而不是语言能力。
然而，这将是过分简单化。
首先，不是所有的语言都显示相同的同化，所以这是每种语言的语法规定什么是可能和什么是不可能的问题。
其次，在一个单词内，在[p]、[b]之有一系列的[n]是不可能的：那是因为，有一个对词汇的组合有限制，这反映出同化原则的功能。
英语文学作品赏析——解读詹姆斯·瑟伯和《花园里的独角兽》
英语文学作品赏析——解读詹姆斯·瑟伯和《花园里的独角兽》作者：范姣兰来源：《赤峰学院学报·哲学社会科学版》 2011年第2期范姣兰（喀什师范学院语言系，新疆喀什 844006）摘要：詹姆斯·瑟伯是美国现代最著名的幽默讽刺作家和漫画大师，他的作品颇具幽默风格，于平淡中见机智，以善写城市中产阶级市民的生活及精神状态著称，其作品具有严肃、丰富的社会意义。
《花园里的独角兽》以扑朔迷离的故事情节和别具特色的语言风格，展现了现实生活中那些普遍存在而又似乎不太明显的荒谬可笑的现象，夸张地刻画出典型人物的典型性格，以此给予人们启示。
关键词：詹姆斯·瑟伯；美国文学；幽默；照应；重复中图分类号：I712.074 文献标识码：A 文章编号：1673-2596（2011）02-0119-02《花园里的独角兽》是美国作家詹姆斯·瑟伯的一篇寓言体的小小说，全文共五六百字却写得迭宕起伏，令人回味。
詹姆斯·瑟伯十分巧妙地运用了多种艺术手段，其别具特色的语言风格，把一个平淡而又看似荒谬的故事讲得丝丝入扣而又合情合理。
对这些艺术手段和语言风格的了解，能使我们对这篇小说的欣赏达到一个更高的层次。
一、瑟伯坎坷的人生及多产的作品詹姆斯·瑟伯(James Thurber，1894~1961)被认为是美国文学史上继马克·吐温之后最出色的幽默大师。
他出身于俄亥俄州的哥伦布城，6岁时一次意外的事故，使他失去了左眼。
由于医治不当，导致他视觉模糊，步入中年之后，便完全失明。
身体的缺陷，使得他不能和别的孩子一样的活动、玩耍，动作迟缓、笨拙，加之那只似乎总没装正的玻璃眼球，使他时常招到别人的戏弄和嘲笑，因而，瑟伯自幼便产生了胆怯、自悲的心理。
1913年，瑟伯进入俄亥俄州立大学。
由于人生地疏、身体残疾，他对学习和生活感到困难。
但他天生具有写作和绘画的非凡才能，渐渐地他成为校园里引人注目的人物，后来还担任该校幽默与文艺杂志的主编。
The Unicorn in the garden
The Unicorn in the GardenThe Unicorn in the Garden is a short story written by James Thurber. As the most famous of Thurber's humorous modern fables, it first appeared in The New Yorker on October 31, 1939; and was first collected in his book Fables for Our Time and Famous Poems Illustrated (Harper and Brothers, 1940).Plot summaryA husband sees a unicorn in the family garden and tells his wife about it. She ridicules him, telling him "the unicorn is a mythical beast" and calling him a "booby". When he persists, she threatens to send him to the "booby hatch" (the mental institution). He persists, and she summons the authorities. However, after she tells them what her husband saw, they force her into a strait jacket. They then ask the husband if he told his wife he had seen a unicorn. He tells them that he has not, because "The unicorn is a mythical beast." Thus they take the wife away instead, and "the husband lived happily ever after".Some of my ideas about his articleT he first time I finished reading this article, I had to admit that it was very humorous and the husband was so clever to come up with such a smart means to get rid of his unmannerly wife. I know the intention of James Thurber was not just to tell us a joke; there must be something meaningful and considerable that he wants us to know.Such as why does the husband come up with this approach? And why does the wife -- with "a gloat in her eye" -- call the police and a psychiatrist after the man returns to the garden? As we all know, there’s no smoke without fire. Obviously, the answer is very easy. All of these are the results of an unequal, unhappy and unbearable marriage. So the major theme of the article surfaces.It’s about the struggle between the husband and wife pits peaceful fantasy (the man) vs. harsh realism (the woman). The moral acknowledges the husband's victory, achieved by a role reversal: the husband stakes claim to the realistic answers expected by the psychiatrist and the police after the wife ironically repeat the husband's earlier fantastic claims.The woman in Thurber’s story does not know whether there’s a unicorn in the garden, and she doesn’t care; she immediately sees how her husband’s assertion can be used to get rid of him. In other words, she isn’t interested i n getting inside his head; she isn’t interested in sharing his vision of life; she’s only interested in pursuing her own agenda, which doesn’t include her husband.Until the last two paragraphs, however, we have no indication that the husband feels the same way. Thurber still does not give us any indication whether the husband has planned this outcome all along; in other words, he leaves completely open the question of whether there was ever a unicorn in the garden at all. However, Thurber does tell us that after the wife was committed to a mental institution, "the husband lived happily ever after," so we can see that up till then, this couple essentially lived two separate lives in the same house. Anticipating the current "Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus” argument, Thurber’s story is grounded in his apparent belief that his characters’ lack of intellectual and emotional intimacy is gender-based and thus inevitable. Even though in the context of comedy this seems amusing, in real life it is not.What a marriage! I hope such things will not occur to me. Anyway, I have learn something useful.1. About a successful marriage. (I am afraid this might be a little off the point, but it’s very important to me, to be more exactly, to my future) There are four pillars to a successful marriage: affection, respect, forgiveness and gratitude. Affection is one form of love which counts more what we have give to each other than what he/she gives you. Respect, forgiveness and gratitude, which if you can stick to, are the perfect methods to found a firm relationship.2. By the end of the article, there is a moral: Don’t count your boobies until they are hatched. This is what we can learn from the woman.It is a play on the phrase "Don't count your chickens until they are hatched". That means you should not be too confident that something will be successful, because something may still go wrong.。
新高考英语作文专题复习：读后续写练习题汇编(含答案)
新高考英语作文专题复习：读后续写练习题汇编一“My aunt will come down very soon, Mr. Nuttel,” said a very calm young lady of fifteen years of age; “meanwhile you must try to bear my company.”Framton Nuttel tried to say something which would please the niece now present, without annoying the aunt that was about to come. He was supposed to be going through a cure for his nerves; but he doubted whether these polite visits to a number of total strangers would help much.“Do you know many of the people round here?” asked the niece, when she thought that they had sat long enough in silence.“Hardly one,” said Framton. “My sister was staying here, you know, about four years ago, and she gave me letters of introduction to some of the people here.”“Then you know almost nothing about my aunt?” continued the calm young lady.“Only her name and address;” Framton admitted. He was wondering whether Mrs. Sappleton was married; perhaps she had been married and her husband was dead. But there was something of a man in the room.“Her great sorrow came just three years ago,” said the child. “That would be after your sister’s time.”“Her sorrow?” asked Framton.“You may wonder why we keep that window wide open on an October afternoon,” said the niece, pointing to a long window that opened like a door on to the grass outside.“It is quite warm for the time of the year,” said Framton; “but has that windowgot anything to do with your aunt’s sorrow?”“Out through that window, exactly three years ago, her husband and her two young brothers went off for their day’s shooting. They never came back. In crossing the country to the shooting-ground, they were all three swallowed in a bog. Their bodies were never found.” Here the child’s voice lost its calm sound and became almost human. “Poor aunt always thinks that they will come back someday, they and the little brown dog that was lost with them, and walk in at that window just as they used to do. That is why the window is kept open every evening till it is quite dark. Do you know, sometimes on quiet evenings like this, I almost get a strange feeling that they will all walk in through the window?”It was a relief to Framton when the aunt bustled into the room with a whirl of apologies for being late in making her appearance.“I hope Vera has been amusing you?” she said.“She has been very interesting,” said Framton.“I hope you don't mind the open window,” said Mrs. Sappleton briskly; “My husband and brothers will be home directly from shooting, and they always come in this way.” She rattled on cheerfully about the shooting and the scarcity of birds, and the prospects for duck in the winter. To Framton it was all purely horrible. He made a desperate but only partially successful effort to change the topic; he was conscious that his hostess was giving him only a part of her attention and her eyes were constantly straying past him to the open window and the lawn beyond.Paragraph 1:Then suddenly Mrs. Sappleton brightened into alert attention.Paragraph 2:Framton wildly grabbed his hat and stick; he ran out through the front door and through the gate.二Once upon a sunny morning a man who sat in a breakfast nook looked up from his scrambled eggs to see a white unicorn with a golden horn quietly cropping the roses in the garden. The man went up to the bedroom where his wife was still asleep and woke her. "There's a unicorn in the garden," he said. "Eating roses." She opened one unfriendly eye and looked at him."The unicorn is a mythical beast," she said, and turned her back on him. The man walked slowly downstairs and out into the garden. The unicorn was still there; now he was browsing among the tulips. "Here, unicorn," said the man, and he pulled up a lily and gave it to him. The unicorn ate it gravely. With a high heart, because there was a unicorn in his garden, the man went upstairs and roused his wife again. "The unicorn," he said," ate a lily." His wife sat up in bed and looked at him coldly."You are a booby," she said, "and I am going to have you put in the booby-hatch."The man, who had never liked the words "booby" and "booby-hatch," and who liked them even less on a shining morning when there was a unicorn in the garden, thought for a moment. "We'll see about that," he said. He walked over to the door. "He has a golden horn in the middle of his forehead," he told her. Then he went back to the garden to watch the unicorn; but the unicorn had gone away. The man sat down among the roses and went to sleep.As soon as the husband had gone out of the house, the wife got up and dressed as fast as she could. She was very excited and there was a gloat in her eye. Paragraph 1:She telephoned the police and a psychiatrist; she told them to hurry to her house and bring a strait-jacket.Paragraph 2:Just as the police got her into the strait-jacket, the husband came back into the house.Reference:booby-hatch：精神病院strait-jacket: 用来束缚精神病患者的约束衣三I first heard this tale in India, where is told as if true --though any naturalist would know it couldn't be. Later someone told me that the story appeared in a magazine shortly before the First World War. That magazine story, and the person who wrote it, I have never been able to track down.The country is India. A colonial official and his wife are giving a large dinner party. They are seated with their guests--officers and their wives, and a visiting American naturalist -- in their spacious dining room, which has a bare marble floor, open rafters and wide glass doors opening onto a veranda.A spirited discussion springs up between a young girl who says that women have outgrown the jumping-on-a-chair-at-the-sight-of-a-mouse era and a major who says that they haven't."A woman's reaction in any crisis," the major says, "is to scream. And while a man may feel like it, he has that ounce more of self-control than a woman has. And that last ounce is what really counts."The American does not join in the argument but watches the other guests. As he looks, he sees a strange expression come over the face of the hostess. She is staring straight ahead, her muscles contracting slightly. She motions to the native boystanding behind her chair and whispers something to him. The boy's eyes widen: he quickly leaves the room.Of the guests, none except the American notices this or sees the boy place a bowl of milk on the veranda just outside the open doors.The American comes to with a start. In India, milk in a bowl means only one thing -- bait for a snake. He realizes there must be a cobra in the room. He looks up at the rafters --the likeliest place --but they are bare. Three corners of the room are empty, and in the fourth the servants are waiting to serve the next course. There is only one place left -- under the table.His first impulse is to jump back and warn the others, but he knows the commotion would frighten the cobra into striking.Paragraph 1:He speaks quickly, the tone of his voice so commanding that it silences everyone.Paragraph 2:Screams ring out as he jumps to slam the veranda doors safely shut.四Once upon a time there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all the others, including Love. One day it was announced to all of the feelings that the island was going to sink to the bottom of the ocean. So all the feelings prepared their boats to leave.Love was the only one that stayed. She wanted to preserve the island paradise until the last possible moment. When the island was almost totally under, love decided it was time to leave. She began looking for someone to ask for help.Just then Richness was passing by in a grand boat. Love asked, "Richness, can I come with you on your boat?" Richness answered, "I'm sorry, but there is a lot of silver and gold on my boat and there would be no room for you anywhere."Then Love decided to ask Vanity for help who was passing by in a beautiful vessel. Love cried out, "Vanity, help me please!" "I can't help you," Vanity said, "You are all wet and will damage my beautiful boat."Next, Love saw Sadness passing by. Love said, "Sadness, please let me go with you." Sadness answered, "Love, I'm sorry, but, I just need to be alone now."Then, Love saw Happiness. Love cried out, "Happiness, please take me with you." But Happiness was so overjoyed that he didn't hear Love calling to him. Paragraph 1:Love began to cry.Paragraph 2:Love then found Knowledge and asked, "Who was it that helped me?"五The young people were going to Florida—three boys and three girls—and when they boarded the bus, they were carrying sandwiches and wine in paper bags, dreaming of golden beaches and sea tides as the gray cold of New York vanished behind them.As the bus rumbled south, they began to notice Vingo. He sat in front of them, dressed in a plain, ill-fitting suit, never moving, his dusty face masking his age. Hechewed the inside of his lip a lot, frozen into some personal cocoon of silence.Deep into the night, outside Washington, the bus pulled into a roadside restaurant, and everybody got off except Vingo. He sat rooted in his seat, and the young people began to wonder about him, trying to imagine his life: perhaps he was a sea captain, a runaway from his wife, an old soldier going home. When they went back to the bus, one of the girls sat beside him and introduced herself.“We’re going to Florida,” she said brightly. “I hear it’s beautiful.”“It is,” he said quietly, as if remembering something he had tried to forget.“Want some wine?” she said. He smiled and took a swig. He thanked her and retreated again into his silence. After a while, she went back to the others, and Vingo nodded in sleep.In the morning, they awoke outside another restaurant, and this time Vingo went in. The girl insisted that he join them. He seemed very shy, and ordered black coffee and smoked nervously as the young people chattered about sleeping on beaches. When they returned to the bus, the girl sat with Vingo again, and after a while, slowly and painfully, he told his story. He had been in jail in New York for the past four years, and now he was going home.“Are you married?”“I don’t know.”“You don’t know?” she said.“Well, when I was in the can I wrote to my wife,” he said. “I told her that I was going to be away a long time, and that if she couldn’t stand it, if the kids kept asking questions, if it hurt too much, well, she could just forget me. I’d understand. Get a new guy, I said -- she’s a wonderful woman, really something -- and forget about me.I told her she didn't have to write me. And she didn’t. Not for three and a half years.”“And you’re going home now, not knowing?”“Yeah,” he said shyly. “Well, last week, when I was sure the parole was coming through, I wrote her again. There’s a big oak tree just as you come into town. I told her that if she’d take me back, she should put a yellow handkerchief on the oak tree, and I’d get off and come home. If she didn’t want me, forget it -- no handkerchief, and I would go on through."“Wow,” the girl said. “Wow.”She told the others, and soon all of them were in it, caught up in the approach of Vingo’s home town, looking at the pictures he showed them of his wife and three children --the woman handsome in a plain way, the children still unformed in the cracked, much handled snapshots.Paragraph 1:Now they were 20 miles from the town.Paragraph 2:Vingo sat there stunned, looking at the oak tree.六Stuffy Pete took his seat on the third bench to the right as you enter Union Square from the east, at the walk opposite the fountain. Every Thanksgiving Day for nine years he had taken his seat there promptly at 1 o'clock. But today Stuffy Pete's appearance at the annual trysting place seemed to have been rather the result of habit than of the yearly hunger which, as the philanthropists seem to think, afflicts the poor at such extended intervals.Certainly Pete was not starving. He had just come from an unexpected feast. He was passing a red brick mansion near the beginning of Fifth avenue, in which lived two old ladies of old family who respected traditions. One of their traditional habits was to send a servant at the gate to ask the first hungry wayfarer that came along after the hour of noon had struck, and banquet him to a finish. Stuffy Pete happened to pass by on his way to the park and enjoyed a free meal.Pete was sitting on the bench for a rest and then his eyes suddenly bulged out fearfully for he saw the Old Gentleman coming across Fourth avenue toward him. Every Thanksgiving Day for nine years he had found Stuffy Pete there, and had led him to a restaurant and watched him eat a big dinner.The Old Gentleman was thin and tall and sixty. He was dressed all in black, and wore the old-fashioned kind of glasses that won't stay on your nose. His hair was whiter and thinner than it had been last year, and he seemed to make more use of his big, knobby cane with the crooked handle."Good morning," said the Old Gentleman. "I am glad to perceive that the vicissitudes of another year have spared you to move in health about the beautifulworld. For that blessing alone this day of thanksgiving is well proclaimed to each of us. If you will come with me, my man, I will provide you with a dinner that should make your physical being accord with the mental."That is what the old Gentleman said every time. Every Thanksgiving Day for nine years. The words themselves almost formed an Institution. Nothing could be compared with them except the Declaration of Independence. Always before they had been music in Stuffy's ears. But now he looked up at the Old Gentleman's face with tearful pain in his own. The fine snow almost sizzled when it fell upon his sweaty brow. But the Old Gentleman shivered a little and turned his back to the wind.Stuffy Pete looked up at him for a half minute, stewing and helpless in his own self-pity. The Old Gentleman's eyes were bright with the giving-pleasure."Thankee, sir. I'll go with ye, and much obliged. I'm very hungry, sir."The Old Gentleman led him southward to the restaurant, and to the table where the feast had always occurred. They were recognized."Here comes de old guy," said a waiter, "dat blows dat same bum to a meal every Thanksgiving."The waiters heaped the table with holiday food -- and Stuffy, with a sigh that was mistaken for hunger's expression, raised knife and fork and started eating. Turkey, chops, soups, vegetables, pies, disappeared before him as fast as they could be served. Gorged nearly to the uttermost when he entered the restaurant, the smell of food had almost caused him to lose his honor as a gentleman, but he fought like a true knight. Paragraph 1:In an hour Stuffy leaned back with a battle won.Paragraph 2:An hour later another ambulance brought the Old Gentleman.七Alexis Vaughan, 17, sat quietly in the passenger seat of her dad's car. She stared out the window at the Preston, Idaho, cornfields.Alexis, a high school student, let her eyes lazily scan the landscape for wildlife. Still, she was terrified when a deer came into view about 200 yards in front of them, just a few feet off the road. "Dad, there's a deer, there!" Alexis said, rolling down the window for a better look. It was a three-point buck (雄鹿)——a male deer with sharp, three-pronged antlers (角) on each side of its head．As the car moved closer, Alexis saw that the buck's head was bent toward the ground．Then she heard a scream. A few seconds later, she saw an arm fly up near the buck's head. Alexis realized the buck was attacking a woman. Sue Panter, a 44-year-old mother, had been out for her morning run. The buck had come out from the tall corn and began following her. Having lived in rural Idaho for years, Sue knew that most bucks got frightened by humans. But this buck edged closer, even when shethrew at it with a handful of gravels(石子).Sue went to pick up a log to use for self-defense, and the buck charged．It lifted her with its antlers and threw her into the air. Sue could feel the horns punctured(刺穿) her leg and blood flowed down her leg．Within seconds, the buck had pushed her off the road and into the cornfield.When Alexis and her father pulled up, the buck was rolling Sue like a rag doll．Alexis looked into the woman's terrified eyes, and before her father had even stopped the car, the 104 pound teenager jumped quickly out of the car and down the slope toward the buck. She was kicking and hitting it to get its attention. Then Michael, her father, who had followed his daughter, wrestled the buck away from the women by holding the antlers.Paragraph1:Alexis helped Sue up the slope.Paragraph 2:Then she heard her father yell.八The policeman on the beat moved along the avenue impressively. The time was barely 10 o'clock at night, but it was rather chilly. Now and then you might see the lights of a shop or of a small restaurant. But most of the doors belonged to business places that had been closed hours ago. When about midway of a certain block the policeman suddenly slowed his walk. Near the door of a darkened store a man was standing. As the cop walked toward him, the man spoke quickly."It's all right, officer," he said. "I'm just waiting for a friend. It's an appointment made twenty years ago. Sounds a little funny to you, doesn't it? Well, I'll explain if you'd like to make certain it's all straight. About that long ago there used to be a restaurant where this store stands——'Big Joe' Brady's restaurant.""It was here until five years ago," said the cop. "It was torn down then."The man in the doorway struck a match and lit his cigar. The light showed a pale, square-jawed face with keen eyes, and a little white scar near his right eyebrow. He had a large jewel in his necktie."Twenty years ago tonight," said the man, "I had dinner here with Jimmy Wells. He was my best friend and the best fellow in the world. He and I grew up together here in New York, like two brothers. The next morning I was to start for the West to make my fortune. You couldn't have pulled Jimmy out of New York. He thought it was the only place on earth. Well, we agreed that we would meet here again exactly twenty years from that date and time, no matter what our conditions might be or from what distance we might have to come. ""It sounds interesting," said the cop. "Haven't you heard from your friend sinceyou left?""Well, yes, for a time we corresponded," said the other. "But after a year or two we lost track of each other. But I know Jimmy will meet me here if he's alive. I came a thousand miles to stand in this door tonight, and it's worth it if my old partner turns up."The waiting man pulled out a handsome watch, the lids of it set with small diamonds. "Three minutes to ten," he announced. "It was exactly ten o'clock when we parted here at the restaurant door.""Did pretty well out West, didn't you?" asked the policeman."You bet! I hope Jimmy has done half as well. He was a kind of plodder, though, good fellow as he was. I've had to compete with some of the sharpest wits going to get my pile. ""I'll be on my way. Hope your friend comes around all right." said the policeman, passing on along his beat, checking doors as he went.In the door of the hardware store the man who had come a thousand miles to fill an appointment smoked his cigar and waited. About twenty minutes later a tall man in a long overcoat hurried across from the opposite side of the street. He went directly to the waiting man.“Is that you, Bob?" he asked, doubtfully."Is that you, Jimmy Wells?" cried the man in the door."Bless my heart!" exclaimed the new arrival, grasping both the other's hands with his own. "It's Bob, sure as fate. I was certain I'd find you here if you were still in existence.”"You've changed lots, Jimmy. I never thought you were so tall by two or three inches.""Oh, I grew a bit after I was twenty. Come on, Bob, We’ll go to a place I know, and have a good long talk about old times."Paragraph 1:The two men walked along the street, arm in arm.Paragraph 2:“Before we go on to the police station, here's a note for you from a cop named Wells." said the tall man.九I knew Marty's magic was fake, but I just couldn't prove it.Marty was new at school. Usually when you're the new kid, you lay low, but not Marty. On his first day, he made a toothpick disappear. One second he was holding thetoothpick, and the next second it was gone! Everyone was asking him how he did it."It's magic!" Marty said proudly."At my old school, they actually called me Magic Marty.""Is he serious?" I whispered to my friend Brian. "Magic Marty? And does he always bring toothpicks to school?""I don't know, but that was pretty cool," Brian said, still watching Marty.I turned to walk away. It's not magic. He's tricking everyone, and I'm going to find out how he does it. That night at home, I found a box of toothpicks. I sat at the kitchen table for almost an hour trying to figure out how Marty had made one disappear. The only thing I learned was how to poke my hand 11 times with a toothpick."Matt, it's getting late. What are you still doing down here?"my mom asked."A new kid at school is doing magic tricks and everyone thinks it's amazing. I'm just trying to figure out how he did this one trick.""I'm curious. Why is this so important?""Because he's tricking people!" I cried."Sounds as if he's trying to make friends" My mom patted my arm. "It's your bedtime."The next day at shcool, Marty started his magic thing again. "It's hot today!" Marty said to a crowd around his. "So for today's trick, I'll turn this water into ice!" Marty pulled a water bottle out of his bag, along with a red plastic cup. He carefully poured water from his bottle into the cup. I watched from the back, hoping to catch a mistake. "Now I'll the magic wave!"Marty looked as if he was playing an invisible piano just above the cup. "Ta-da!" Marty got a handful of ice cubes! filled the hallway, and Brian reached over to giveMarty a high five. "How did you do that?" someone asked.Marty smiled. "Sorry, but that's the first law of magic. A magician never reveals his secrets."Again I tried hard to reveal his trick that night, but I still couldn’t get it. Magic Marty had me, but the next day I caught a lucky break. At lunch, Marty was going on about how he could make things float. He had a ring in one hand and a pencil in the other. That's when I saw it: a thin piece of fishing line tied around the end of the pencil and attached to a Marty's shirt!Sure enough, he made the ring "float" by it over the pencil and hanging it from the line. No one else noticed, and soon the whole cafeteria was clapping. When the crowds were gone, I walked over. It was time to put an end to the Magic Marty show.Paragraph 1:"I know how you did it, "I said, folding my arms.Paragraph 2:Marty let out a relieved sigh, and I turned to walk away.十Knowing that Mrs. Mallard was afflicted with a heart disease, great care was taken to break to her as gently as possible the news of her husband's death.It was her sister Josephine who told her, in broken sentences; veiled hints that revealed in half concealing. Her husband's friend Richards was there, too, near her. It was he who had been in the newspaper office when intelligence of the railroad accident was received, with Brently Mallard's name leading the list of "killed."She did not hear the story as many women have heard the same, with a paralyzed inability to accept its significance. She wept at once, with sudden, wild abandonment, in her sister's arms. When the storm of grief had spent itself she went away to her room alone. She would have no one follow her.There stood, facing the open window, a comfortable, roomy armchair. Into this she sank, pressed down by a physical exhaustion that haunted her body and seemed to reach into her soul.She could see in the open square before her house the tops of trees that were all aquiver with the new spring life. The delicious breath of rain was in the air. In the street below a peddler was crying his wares. The notes of a distant song which some one was singing reached her faintly, and countless sparrows were twittering in the eaves.She sat with her head thrown back upon the cushion of the chair, quitemotionless, except when a sob came up into her throat and shook her, as a child who has cried itself to sleep continues to sob in its dreams.She was young, with a fair, calm face. But now there was a dull stare in her eyes, whose gaze was fixed away off yonder on one of those patches of blue sky. It was not a glance of reflection, but rather indicated a suspension of intelligent thought.There was something coming to her and she was waiting for it, fearfully. What was it? She did not know; it was too subtle and elusive to name. But she felt it, she was beginning to recognize this thing that was approaching to possess her, and she was striving to beat it back with her will --as powerless as her two white slender hands would have been.When she abandoned herself a little whispered word escaped her slightly parted lips. She said it over and over under her breath: "free, free, free!" Her pulses beat fast, and the coursing blood warmed and relaxed every inch of her body.She knew that she would weep again when she saw the kind, tender hands folded in death; the face that had never looked save with love upon her, fixed and gray and dead. But she saw beyond that bitter moment a long procession of years to come that would belong to her absolutely. And she opened and spread her arms out to them in welcome.And yet she had loved him—sometimes. Often she had not. What did it matter! What could love, the unsolved mystery, count for in face of this possession of self-assertion which she suddenly recognized as the strongest impulse of her being!"Free! Body and soul free!" she kept whispering.Paragraph 1:"What are you doing Louise? For heaven's sake open the door!" Josephine was kneeling before the closed door, begging for admission.Paragraph 2:Suddenly they heard someone opening the front door with a key.参考答案一Paragraph 1Then suddenly Mrs. Sappleton brightened into alert attention. “Here they are at last! Just in time for tea!” she cried. Framton shivered slightly and turned towards the niece with a look intended to convey sympathetic comprehension. The child was staring out through the open window with dazed horror in her eyes. In a chill shock of nameless fear Framton swung round in his seat and looked in the same direction. In the increasing darkness three figures were walking across the grass towards the window; they all carried guns under their arms. A tired brown dog kept close at their heels. Noiselessly they drew near to the house.Paragraph 2Framton wildly grabbed his hat and stick; he ran out through the front door and through the gate. “Here we are, my dear,” said the husband, coming in through the window; “Who was that who ran out as we came up?” “A most extraordinary man, a Mr. Nuttel,” said Mrs. Sappleton; “he ran off without a word of good-bye or apology when you arrived. One would think he had seen a ghost.” “I expect it was the dog,” said the niece calmly; “he told me he had a terrible fear of dogs. He was once hunted into a graveyard somewhere in India by a lot of wild dogs, and had to spend the night in a newly-dug grave with the creatures just above him. Enough to make anyone lose their nerve.”二Paragraph 1。
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• 就幽默家而言，相比于马克•吐温我更喜欢瑟伯。 ——E.B. 怀特
• 几乎没有作家能像瑟伯那样重现白日梦魇。他能以某种方式，在那些神经线还鲜活、 蠕动的时候，把它们钉住。
——《纽约时报》书评
There are about 191 critical essays about Thurber and his works in CNKI. All together, he created more than 37 literature works including short stories, memoirs, parables, etc.
3. Sundell, Carl.: "The Architecture of Walter Mitty's Secret Life." 4. Ellis, James.: "The Allusions in 'The Secret Life of Walter Mitty'." ◆7 results from the eNotes: Carl M. Lindner, "Thurber's Walter Mitty—The Underground American Hero".
The Unicorn in the Garden
Our Time & Famous Poems Illustrated (1940) and Further Fables for Our Time (1956).
• An exception to this format was his most famous fable, "The Unicorn in the Garden", which featured an allhuman cast except for the unicorn, which didn't speak. Thurber's fables were satirical, and the morals served as punchlines rather than advice to the reader.
The Unicorn in the Garden
《花园里的独角兽》（The Unicorn in the Garden）是一篇寓言体的小小说，选 自瑟伯的《当代寓言》，它以寓言的形式， 喻示了真相不明时，不要自作聪明的道理。 Moral: Don't count your boobies until they are hatched.寓意：雏鸟未孵 出，莫急先数蛋。（不要过早地打如意算 盘。）
• Genres: short stories, cartoons, essays • Occupation:Humorist,writer, cartoonist • Nationality:American • Valuation: Thurber is generally acknowledged as the greatest American humorist since Mark Twain.
拙政园 英语作文
The Humble Administrators Garden,commonly known as the Zhuozheng Garden,is a quintessential example of a classical Chinese garden in Suzhou,a city renowned for its gardens.This UNESCO World Heritage Site is a mustvisit for anyone interested in Chinese garden architecture and the art of landscape design.Located in the northeastern part of Suzhou,Zhuozheng Garden was first constructed in 1509during the Ming Dynasty.It spans an area of approximately78acres,making it one of the largest gardens in the city.The garden was designed by the imperial scholar Wen Zhengming and is named after its first owner,Wang Xianchen,who was known for his modesty and simplicity.The garden is divided into three distinct sections:the Eastern Garden,the Central Garden, and the Western Garden,each with its own unique features and characteristics.The Eastern Garden is characterized by its large expanses of water and open spaces.It is adorned with a variety of pavilions,corridors,and rockeries that create a sense of tranquility and harmony with nature.The most notable feature of this section is the Lotus Pool,which is surrounded by weeping willows and serves as a central focal point.The Central Garden is the most elaborate and intricate section of Zhuozheng Garden.It is a perfect representation of the Ming Dynastys architectural style,with its symmetrical layout and meticulously designed landscapes.The garden is centered around a large pond, which is surrounded by various buildings,including the Hall of the Green Waves,the Pine and Bamboo Hall,and the Pavilion of the Drunken Old Man.The Western Garden,also known as the Garden of the Master of the Nets,is the smallest of the three sections but is no less impressive.It is a more intimate and secluded area, with winding paths,small bridges,and a labyrinth of rockeries.The garden is designed to create an illusion of depth and space,despite its relatively small size.One of the most striking features of Zhuozheng Garden is its use of water.Water is an integral part of the gardens design,and it is used to create a sense of movement and flow throughout the space.The gardens ponds and streams are connected,allowing visitors to follow the waters path and explore the gardens various nooks and crannies.Another notable aspect of the garden is its use of rocks and rockeries.The garden is filled with a variety of rocks,both large and small,which are carefully arranged to create a sense of natural beauty and harmony.The rocks are often used to create small hills or islands within the garden,adding to its overall aesthetic appeal.In addition to its architectural and landscape design,Zhuozheng Garden is also known for its cultural significance.The garden has been the subject of numerous poems,paintings, and literary works throughout Chinese history.It has served as a source of inspiration for artists,poets,and scholars,who have used the garden as a backdrop for their creative endeavors.Today,Zhuozheng Garden continues to be a popular destination for both tourists and locals alike.Visitors can stroll through the gardens winding paths,admire its beautiful landscapes,and immerse themselves in the rich history and culture of this remarkable place.Whether you are interested in Chinese garden design,history,or simply looking for a peaceful retreat from the hustle and bustle of modern life,Zhuozheng Garden is a mustsee attraction in Suzhou.。
詹姆斯_瑟伯及其笔下的男女战争__省略_TheCatbirdSeat有感_刘亚军
第28卷第1期湖北广播电视大学学报V ol.28, No.1 2008年1月 Journal of HuBei TV University January. 2008, 074～075 詹姆斯·瑟伯及其笔下的男女战争——读The Unicorn in the Garden和The Catbird Seat有感刘亚军（荆楚理工学院，湖北 荆门 448000）[内容提要] 詹姆斯·瑟伯是美国文学史上重要的幽默作家。
通过对他的两部短篇小说的介绍、分析和评价，概述了其作品对发生在家庭和公司中的性别大战的描写，揭示了现实生活中普遍存在、荒谬可笑的现象。
詹姆斯·瑟伯把文学创作中的幽默风格及其背后反应的深刻内涵与生活哲理有机地结合在一起，没有一丝说教，却让人们反思，给予人们启示。
[关键词] 詹姆斯·瑟伯；幽默；男女战争[中图分类号] I106 [文献标识码] A [文章编号] 1008-7427（2008）01-0074-02一、詹姆斯·瑟伯的生平简介詹姆斯·瑟伯是美国当代著名的幽默作家和漫画家。
他1894年生于俄亥俄州，毕业于俄亥俄州立大学，1927年进入著名杂志《New Yorker》编辑部，成为其中最年轻有为的编辑之一，后来又作自由撰稿记者。
瑟伯一生创作了大量的散文、随笔、寓言、故事、回忆录等，他还亲自为自己的作品绘制插图。
瑟伯的作品普遍受到人们的喜爱，但最成功的要数他那些冷面滑稽的讽刺小说。
他尤其擅长刻画大都市中的小人物，笔法简练新奇，荒唐之中有真实，幽默之中有苦涩，被人们称作是“在墓地里吹口哨的人”。
虽然瑟伯的作品决大多数以幽默取胜，但对于他而言，“幽默是一种以追溯方式心平气和地讲出来的情绪混乱，平静回忆中的情感混乱”，因此他的作品绝无哗众取宠之嫌，有的是对生活貌似滑稽的严肃思考。
他被认为是继马克·吐温之后，美国文学史上最伟大的幽默大师。
对《花园里的独角兽》的解构主义解读
对《花园里的独角兽》的解构主义解读崔薇【摘要】Deconstructionism, as an essential branch of postmodernist trend, challenges the engrained metaphysic logo centrism and o- verwhelms the traditional system of binary opposition, infusing textual analysis and criticism with brand - new and diversified perspec- tives and interpretations. This paper intends to explore James Thurber~ famous short novel The Unicorn in the Garden, by analysis to disclose the traditional post - modernistic paradigms of battle of sexes, sense and insanity and author and reader implied in the novel from the perspective of deconstructionism.%作为后现代主义思潮的一个重要分支，解构主义对传统的逻各斯中心论及根深蒂固的形而上学思维方式提出了质疑和挑战，它以颠覆性的姿态对二元对立范畴进行了解构与消弭，给文本分析与批评带来了更加开放的视角和多元化解读。
詹姆斯·瑟伯的著名短篇小说《花园里的独角兽》中就蕴涵着性别大战、理智与癫狂、作者与读者等后现代主义小说传统母题范式。
高度的解构主义前瞻性赋予了小说强大的内涵张力，使之具有永恒的艺术魅力。
【期刊名称】《开封大学学报》【年(卷),期】2012(026)004【总页数】4页(P56-59)【关键词】《花园里的独角兽》;二元对立;解构主义【作者】崔薇【作者单位】上海交通大学外国语学院,上海201100【正文语种】中文【中图分类】H315《花园里的独角兽》是美国著名幽默讽刺作家詹姆斯·瑟伯的寓言体小小说。
独角兽庄园的秘道历险读后感
独角兽庄园的秘道历险读后感英文版The Secret Path Adventure at Unicorn ManorAs I wandered through the lush gardens of Unicorn Manor, I couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and excitement. The air was filled with the sweet scent of flowers, and the sound of birds chirping in the trees created a peaceful atmosphere. I had heard rumors of a secret path hidden within the manor's grounds, and I was determined to find it.I followed the winding paths, passing by colorful blooms and sparkling fountains, until I came to a secluded corner of the garden. There, hidden behind a thicket of bushes, I found a small opening in the hedge. It was the entrance to the secret path.With a sense of anticipation, I stepped through the opening and found myself in a world unlike any I had ever seen before. The path wound its way through a dense forest, with sunlight filtering through the leaves and casting dappled patterns on the ground. I could hear the sound of a babbling brook nearby, and the chirping of crickets filled the air.As I walked further along the path, I came across a series of magical creatures –unicorns, fairies, and talking animals – who greeted me with smiles and laughter. They guided me through the forest, showing me hidden treasures and secret wonders that I would have never discovered on my own.Eventually, the path led me to a clearing at the edge of the forest, where a magnificent castle stood tall against the sky. The castle was adorned with shimmering towers and golden spires, and a rainbow arched overhead, casting a colorful glow over the landscape.I knew that my adventure was coming to an end, but I felt a sense of gratitude for the magical journey I had experienced. The secret path had led me to a world of beauty and wonder, where anything was possible and dreams could come true.As I made my way back through the gardens of Unicorn Manor, I couldn't help but smile. I knew that I would always cherish the memories of my adventure, and that I would never forget the enchanting world that I had discovered.中文翻译独角兽庄园的秘道历险当我漫步在独角兽庄园郁郁葱葱的花园中时，我感到一种惊奇和兴奋。
写一篇英语作文,我最喜爱的一本书小学生
写一篇英语作文,我最喜爱的一本书小学生全文共6篇示例，供读者参考篇1Title: My Favorite BookHi everyone! I want to tell you about my favorite book. It's called "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone" by J.K. Rowling. I love this book so much because it's full of magic, adventure, and friendship.The story is about a boy named Harry who finds out he's a wizard on his eleventh birthday. He goes to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and makes friends with Ron and Hermione. Together, they have all sorts of magical adventures and even battle against the dark wizard Voldemort.One of the reasons I love this book is because it's so exciting. There are flying broomsticks, talking hats, and even athree-headed dog! I never know what's going to happen next, and that makes me want to keep reading.Another reason I love this book is because of the friendship between Harry, Ron, and Hermione. They support each other nomatter what and always have each other's backs. It reminds me of my own friends and how we stick together through thick and thin.Overall, "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone" is my favorite book because it's magical, adventurous, and teaches me the importance of friendship. I can't wait to read the rest of the series and see what other exciting adventures Harry and his friends will have. I highly recommend this book to all my friends!That's all for my essay. Thank you for listening!篇2My Favorite BookHi everyone! Today I want to share with you all about my favorite book. It's called "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone" by J.K. Rowling. I love this book so much because it's full of magic, adventure, and friendship.The story is about a boy named Harry Potter who finds out he is a wizard on his 11th birthday. He goes to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where he makes friends with Ron and Hermione. Together, they have many exciting adventures and face the evil wizard Voldemort.I love the characters in this book, especially Harry, Ron, and Hermione. They are brave, loyal, and always look out for each other. I also like the magical world that J.K. Rowling created. From flying broomsticks to talking portraits, everything is so imaginative and fun.Reading "Harry Potter" makes me feel like I'm part of the story. I can imagine myself casting spells, playing Quidditch, and exploring the secret passageways of Hogwarts. It's like going on a magical journey without leaving my room.I've read the book many times and each time I discover something new. It's a book that never gets old, and I always feel happy and excited when I read it. I hope you all get the chance to read "Harry Potter" too and experience the magic for yourselves!That's all for now. Thanks for listening!篇3Title: My Favorite BookHi, my name is Sara and today I want to tell you about my favorite book. It's called "The Adventures of Peter Rabbit" by Beatrix Potter. I love this book so much because it's about anaughty little rabbit who always gets into trouble, just like me sometimes!The story is all about Peter Rabbit sneaking into Mr. McGregor's garden to steal some vegetables. He knows he shouldn't be there, but he just can't resist the temptation. I always laugh when I read about Peter's silly antics and how he has to run away from Mr. McGregor.One of my favorite parts of the book is when Peter's mother tells him, "Don't go into Mr. McGregor's garden. Your father had an accident there and was made into a pie." It's so funny and a little bit scary at the same time!I also love the beautiful illustrations in the book. They are so colorful and detailed, and they really bring the story to life. I can spend hours looking at the pictures and imagining myself right there with Peter Rabbit."The Adventures of Peter Rabbit" has taught me that it's important to listen to your parents and not to be greedy. It's a classic story that I will never get tired of reading. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do!So, that's why "The Adventures of Peter Rabbit" is my favorite book. What's your favorite book? Let me know in the comments! Bye for now!篇4My Favorite BookHey guys! Today I want to tell you about my favorite book. It's called "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone" by J.K. Rowling.I love this book so much because it's full of magic and adventure!The story is about a boy named Harry who finds out he's a wizard and goes to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He makes lots of friends and has amazing adventures. There are also some mean characters like Draco Malfoy and Professor Snape, but Harry always stands up to them.One of my favorite parts of the book is when Harry plays Quidditch, a magical sport played on broomsticks. It sounds like so much fun! I also love all the magical creatures in the book, like the three-headed dog Fluffy and the unicorn in the Forbidden Forest.I've read "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone" so many times, and I never get tired of it. It's a book that really takes meto another world. I love imagining what it would be like to go to Hogwarts and learn magic.If you haven't read this book yet, I definitely recommend it. It's a great adventure story that will make you believe in magic. I can't wait to read the rest of the series!篇5I super love my favorite book! It's called "The Adventures of Big Bear and Little Bear". It's all about these two cute bears who go on fun adventures together. Big Bear is really strong and brave, while Little Bear is small but super smart.One day, they decide to explore the magical forest near their home. They meet all kinds of animals like squirrels, rabbits, and even a wise old owl! They help each other out and learn important lessons about friendship and teamwork.I love this book because it's so exciting and the pictures are so colorful. I feel like I'm right there with Big Bear and Little Bear on their amazing adventures. It's like a magical journey every time I read it.My favorite part is when Big Bear and Little Bear have to work together to solve a tricky puzzle and save their forest froma big storm. It shows that no matter how small you are, you can do big things when you have a friend by your side.I think this book is the best because it teaches us to be kind, brave, and always help each other. It's a really fun read and I can't wait to read it again and again. Big Bear and Little Bear are the best friends ever!篇6Title: My Favorite BookHi everyone, I want to talk about my favorite book today. It's called "Harry Potter"! Have you heard of it? It's about a boy named Harry who goes to a wizarding school called Hogwarts. He has to fight against the evil wizard Voldemort and save the wizarding world. It's so exciting!I love this book because it's full of magic and adventure. I wish I could go to Hogwarts and learn spells and play Quidditch. My favorite character is Hermione because she's so smart and brave. I want to be just like her when I grow up.I read this book over and over again. Each time I discover something new in the story. I can't get enough of it! Sometimes Ieven dream about being a wizard and going on adventures with Harry and his friends.I like to imagine myself in the magical world of Harry Potter. It's like an escape from reality. I feel happy and excited when I read this book. It's my favorite thing to do in my free time.I recommend "Harry Potter" to all my friends. It's amust-read for anyone who loves magic and adventure. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do! Thank you for listening to me talk about my favorite book. Bye bye!。
小学上册第9次英语能力测评(有答案)
小学上册英语能力测评(有答案)英语试题一、综合题(本题有100小题，每小题1分，共100分.每小题不选、错误，均不给分)1. A ______ (温带) climate supports many types of flora.2.The butterfly's wings are covered in tiny ______ (鳞片).3. A _____ (花园项目) can engage students in science.4.I enjoy _____ (reading/watching) movies.5.What is 5 3?A. 1B. 2C. 3D. 4答案: B6.Did you ever watch a _______ (小老虎) in the zoo?7.The __________ (自由女神像) was a gift from France to the United States.8.What is the name of the famous artist known for his "The School of Athens"?A. RaphaelB. MichelangeloC. Leonardo da VinciD. Titian答案: A9.The __________ (历史的解读) invites discussion.10.The chemical formula for potassium nitrate is _______.11.What is 10 + 10?A. 15B. 20C. 25D. 30答案: B12.My neighbor is very . (我的邻居很。
)13.The city of Sydney is famous for its ________ (悉尼以其________而闻名).14.I want to ___ a movie. (see)15.I enjoy watching _____ flutter in the air.16.My ________ (玩具名称) helps me learn new words.17.Plants can help combat _______.18.We should _______ (尊重) each other.19.The ________ (scientific) method is important.20.What is the name of the fairy tale character who had long hair?A. RapunzelB. ArielC. BelleD. Jasmine答案: A. Rapunzel21.The _______ (蝙蝠) hangs upside down.22.The ______ is a talented artist.23.ts are considered ______ (杂草) in gardens. Some pla24.What is the currency used in the United States?A. EuroB. DollarC. YenD. Pound答案:B.Dollar25.My friend is a talented __________. (艺术家)26.What is the process of turning a solid into a liquid?A. FreezingB. MeltingC. BoilingD. Evaporating答案:B.Melting27.The _______ (The Age of Enlightenment) influenced revolutions and reforms worldwide.28.I have a robot ________ (玩具名称).29.volunteer opportunity) engages citizens in service. The ____30. A dog's bark can signal excitement or ________________ (警告).31.The _____ (orchid) is known for its beauty.32. A primary standard is a reagent of known ______.33.What do we call a person who sells goods?A. VendorB. CustomerC. BuyerD. Seller答案: A34. A _____ (园林) can be designed for relaxation.35.__________ are used in water purification processes.36.The ancient Egyptians are known for their ________ (建筑成就).37.I have a toy _______ that can change its colors.38.I can see a _____ (汽车) in the street.39.The Earth's inner core is mostly made of ______.40.The process of crystallization is used to purify ______.41.My sister is _____ (younger/older) than me.42.The ________ has bright flowers.43.My dad is a __________ (企业家).44. A wave's speed is determined by the properties of the ______.45.Certain plants can _____ (繁殖) quickly in warm weather.46.I love going to the ______ (图书馆) because it's a quiet place to read and study. There are so many ______ (书籍).47. A ____ is a small insect that can jump high.48.My favorite _____ is a spinning wheel.49.The garden is _______ (full) of butterflies.50.What is the opposite of "fast"?A. QuickB. SlowC. RapidD. Speedy答案: B51.The __________ (二战) began in 1939.52.The atomic number of an element tells you the number of _____ it has.53.I enjoy _____ with my friends. (playing)54.The _____ (火烈鸟) is pink due to its diet.55.The rainbow has many _____ (colors/shapes).56.The plant grows tall and _______ (植物长得又高又_______).57. A ______ is a measure of how much solute can dissolve in a solvent.58.The __________ (历史书) can teach us about the past.59.My brother is a __________ (创新型人才).60.My friend is a _____ (心理学家) who helps people cope.61.I enjoy ______ in the park.62.The ________ was a major event in the history of science.63.The _____ (鸟) is flying in the sky.64.The _______ (The Age of Enlightenment) influenced modern democracy.65.My favorite animal is a ______ (猫) that purrs when happy.66.I want to grow a ________ that smells sweet.67.My ________ (玩具名称) makes funny sounds.68.I see a _____ (蜜蜂) in the garden.69.What do you call the main character in a story?A. ProtagonistB. AntagonistC. SidekickD. Narrator答案:A70.The __________ (历史的存在) shapes our identity.71. A parakeet can be green, blue, or ______ (黄色).72.Ants work together in a _________ (群体).73.My dad is a ________ (农民).74.I can ______ (保持) a healthy lifestyle.75.The symbol for titanium is _____.76.My sister's favorite _____ is a plush unicorn.77.I want to _______ (学会) playing the piano.78.The __________ is a famous area known for its vineyards.79.The first successful kidney transplant was performed in ________.80.The first person to fly in space was _______ Gagarin.81.Atoms consist of protons, neutrons, and ________.82.The sky is ______ (blue) and clear.83.The _____ (苹果树) is heavy with fruit.84.On weekends, I like to go ________.85.The chemical formula for silver nitrate is ______.86.In a chemical equation, coefficients are used to balance the number of _____ on each side.87.The reaction of an acid with a base produces ______ and water.88.The _____ (种植者) cares for the plants.89.The _____ (教室) has many desks.90.The chemical formula for magnesium oxide is ______.91.Plants help to keep our _______ clean.92.My mom cooks ______ (dinner) for us.93.The ________ was a significant moment in the history of public health.94.The __________ was so bright that I needed to wear sunglasses. (阳光)95.What do we call the study of human societies?A. SociologyB. AnthropologyC. PsychologyD. Political Science答案: A96.The train goes _____ (fast/slow) on the tracks.97.I enjoy _______ (hiking) in the mountains.98.The __________ (奥林匹克运动会) originated in ancient Greece.99.At school, I prefer being called ______ by my friends. (在学校，我更喜欢我的朋友叫我。
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The Unicorn in the Garden课文翻译
The Unicorn in the Garden园子里的独角兽James Thurber1 Once upon a sunny morning a man who sat in a breakfast nook looked up from his scrambled eggs to see a white unicorn with a gold horn quietly cropping the roses in the garden. The man went up to the bedroom where his wife was still asleep and woke her. 'There's a unicorn in the garden.' he said. 'Eating roses.' She opened one unfriendly eye and looked at him. 'The unicorn is a mythical beast,' she said, and turned her back on him. The man walked slowly down stairs and out into the garden. The unicorn was still there: he was now browsing among the tulips. 'Here, unicorn,' said the man, and he pulled up a lily and gave it to him. The unicorn ate it gravely. With a high heart, because there was a unicorn in his garden, the man went upstairs and roused his wife again. 'The unicorn,' he said, 'ate a lily.' His wife sat up in bed and looked at him, coldly. 'You are a booby,' she said, 'and I am going to have you put in the booby-hatch.' The man, who had never liked the words 'booby' and 'booby-hatch,' and who liked them even less on a shining morning when there was a unicorn in the garden, thought for a moment. 'We'll see about that,' he said. He walked over to the door. 'He has a golden horn in the middle of his forehead,' he told her. Then he went back to the garden to watch the unicorn; but the unicorn had gone away. The man sat down among the roses and went to sleep.2 As soon as the husband had gone out of the house, the wife got up and dressed as fast as she could. She was very excited and there was a gloat in her eye. She telephoned the police and she telephoned a psychiatrist; she told them to hurry to her house and bring a strait-jacket. When the police and the psychiatrist arrived they sat down in chairs and looked at her, with great interest. 'My husband,' she said, 'saw a unicorn this morning.' The police looked at the psychiatrist and the psychiatrist looked at the police. 'He told me it ate a lily,' she said. The psychiatrist looked at the police and the police looked at the psychiatrist. 'He told me it had a golden horn in the middle of its forehead,' she said. At a solemn signal from the psychiatrist, the police leaped from their chairs and seized the wife. They had a hard time subduing her, for she put up a terrific struggle, but they finally subdued her. Just as they got her into the strait-jacket, the husband came back into the house.3 'Did you tell your wife you saw a unicorn?' asked the police. 'Of course not,' said the husband. 'The unicorn is a mythical beast.' 'That's all I wanted to know,' said the psychiatrist. 'Take her away. I'm sorry, sir, but your wife is as crazy as a jay bird.' So they took her away, cursing and screaming, andshut her up in an institution. The husband lived happily ever after.4 Moral: Don't county your boobies until they are hatched.译文1 很久很久以前，一个阳光明媚的早晨，某甲正在餐室吃早饭，猛一抬头，眼睛刚离开他的煎鸡蛋，就看见外头有一头金角白色独角兽，正在不声不响地啃花园里的玫瑰花。
鹅妈妈童谣集+中英对照
鹅妈妈童谣集+中英对照鹅妈妈童谣集中英对照一、什么是鹅妈妈童谣(Mother Goose)鹅妈妈童谣(Mother Goose)是英国民间童谣集，中文译为鹅妈妈童谣集。
这些民间童谣在英国流传时间相当久，有的长达数百年，总数约有八百多首，内容典雅，有幽默故事、游戏歌曲、儿歌、谜语、催眠曲、字母歌、数数歌、绕口令、动物歌等，英国人称其为Nursery Rhymes(儿歌)，美国人称其为Mother Goose(鹅妈妈童谣)，是英、美人士从孩童时代就耳熟能详的儿歌。
二、起源0.1 鹅妈妈童谣的起源对于鹅妈妈童谣流传的时间众说纷纭，至今无法确切定论。
一般有两种说法，第一是源自法国作家Charles Perrault 在1697 年写的故事集Contes de ma mère l'Oye(Tales of My Mother Goose)，之后由英国人收集编辑而成。
不过也有十四世纪就出现的说法。
因为大部份的歌词为了顺口的缘故，句末都会押韵，而有些字随着时代不同会有不同发音。
所以有人发现，某某歌的歌词如果要押韵的话，应该用十四世纪的发音才对，因此就有从十四世纪开始流传的说法。
0.2 鹅妈妈童谣中残酷句子的起源著名的「伦敦铁桥倒下来」、「玛丽有只小绵羊」等童谣，都是所谓的鹅妈妈童谣。
随着时间的流逝，鹅妈妈童谣的内容不断扩大，至今包涵数百首童谣，不过有少数歌词内容相当的血腥，其最大的原因，即是由于东、西方对死亡的态度不同，东方人非常避讳谈到「死」这个字眼或相关话题；西方人则相反，他们不畏惧谈到关于死亡，甚至对于生死有关的教育皆是从小教起。
不过鹅妈妈童谣中的歌词，也可以从它的时代背景来看。
18 世纪的英国，发生了工业革命，促使资本主义产生，也造成严重的贫富不均与阶级对立。
使得大多数的人民成了资本主义的工具和牺牲品，他们大多生活困苦艰难，在这种人心动乱、生活环境差的年代，会出现鹅妈妈童谣里的这类歌词也不会是稀奇的事。
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正是由于妻子把丈夫描述的那些明显不可能的事情重复出来 而使警察和精神病医生认为她疯了，而丈夫轻描淡写地重复妻 子那句“独角兽是神话中的动物”促使警察和精神病医生把她 带走。正是使妻子认为丈夫疯了的原因使警察和精神病医生认 为妻子疯了。丈夫轻而易举地击败了自以为是的妻子，故事最 后那句“The husband lived happily ever after．”透露出丈夫 的得意。
• Thurber wrote over seventy-five fables,
most of which were collected in Fables for Our Time & Famous Poems Illustrated (1940) and Further Fables for Our Time (1956).
James Grover Thurber 詹姆斯•瑟伯 1894~1961
He is an American author, cartoonist and celebrated wit.
He was best known for his cartoons and short stories.
James Grover Thurber 詹姆斯•瑟伯
unicorn
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China and western countries both have legends about unicorns. In China, the mythical unicorn is only in the performance of the important mission of lucky thing. It has about six kinds of unicorns. The more famous unicorn in China is Kylin. The unicorn in western countries is like the white horse. There is a spiral Angle on the forehead. It represents the noble and purity.
园里的独角兽>的语篇分析》侯晓华 刘定 远(景德镇陶瓷学院外语系） 江西景德镇 333001 • Whan the Garden
《花园里的独角兽》（The Unicorn in the Garden）是一篇寓言体的小小说，选 自瑟伯的《当代寓言》，它以寓言的形式， 喻示了真相不明时，不要自作聪明的道理。
The feature of writing the story
1,小说读后给人的感觉是寓言故事又好像不 是。故事发生在现实世界，有警察和精神病医生， 又有只在神话中出现的动物。但文章的开头和结 尾表明作者确实是把它作为寓言故事来写的。 “Once upon a sunny morning” “The husband lived happily ever after”
Moral: Don't count your boobies until they are hatched.寓意：雏鸟未孵 出，莫急先数蛋。（不要过早地打如意算 盘。）
A brief introduce of the stor事情
发生了，他看见了神圣之物— —一只独角兽在花园里吃玫
瑰花。独角兽，是传说中的一 种神圣之物，身体像马、头上 长角。于是他把这个事情告诉 了正在酣睡的妻子，他妻子很 不高兴，冷冷地说他是一个神 经病，要把他关进疯人院里。
后来丈夫走了，坐在玫瑰丛中
睡着了。妻子飞快地起了床，很 激动，而且眼光有点幸灾乐祸， 赶紧分别给警察和精神病医生打 了电话，让他们把自己的丈夫带 走。但结局恰恰相反，警察和精 神病医生来了，她转述了丈夫的 “疯话”，丈夫又不承认自己曾 经说过那样的疯话，就这样，妻 子被他们带走了，关进了疯人院。 从此以后，这个丈夫过得很快活。
故事是当着寓言来讲的，而对于寓言而言， 重要的不是它的故事内容真实与否，而是它要表 达的那个寓意。
这个故事的寓意就是：在事情最终结果出 来之前不要自以为是，否则反被别人算计。
2，词汇和句子的重复是小说的另一特色。
丈夫先后两次给妻子讲述他看到独角兽的时候，詹 姆斯·瑟伯有意地安排了重复。独角兽在吃玫瑰花，在吃 郁金香，在吃百合，一遍又一遍地讲述，那么真切。
• These were short, featured anthropomorphic animals as main characters, and ended with a moral as a tagline.
• An exception to this format was his most famous fable, "The Unicorn in the Garden", which featured an allhuman cast except for the unicorn, which didn't speak. Thurber's fables were satirical, and the morals served as punchlines rather than advice to the reader.
The Unicorn in the Garden
James Thurber 1894---1961
outline
• The story: The Uniriting the story《对<花
• Genres: short stories, cartoons, essays
• Occupation:Humorist,writer, cartoonist
• Nationality:American • Valuation: Thurber is generally
acknowledged as the greatest American humorist since Mark Twain.