六年级英语下册Module4Unit2《Theapplesarefallingdownthestairs》教案外研版(三起)(新)
外研版(三起)英语六下Module 4 Unit 2 The apples are falling
And what am I doing? Look at me. I’m trying to drive the bus. But I can’t do it. Can another bus come and take half of us?
And what is she doing? Look at her. She’s trying to get off the bus.
And what am I doing? Look at me. I’m trying to drive the bus. But I can’t do it. Can another bus come and take half of us?
例：乔正在洗衣服，突然电话响了。他不能够一边 洗衣服，一边接电话，于是他向别人求助。
I’m washing my clothes and answering the phone. I can’t do it. Who can help me?
I can help you.
Exercises
一、看图回答问题。
二、根据中文提示完成句子。 1. I’m ___o_n____ ___th_e____ __p_h_o_n_e__. （打电话） 2. He is _g_e_t_ti_n_g_ __o_n__ _t_h_e__ __b_u_s__. （上公交车） 3. We want to __ge_t__ __of_f__ __t_h_e_ __b_u_s__. （下公交车） 4. Mary is going to _c_l_e_an__ _h_er_ __ro_o_m__. （打扫她的房间） 5. The apples are __f_a_lli_n_g__.（落下）
六年级下英语Module 4 unit 2 The apples are falling down the stairs
Can they help?
No, she can’t. She’s talking on the phone.
Yes, he can. He will pick up the apples.
Can they help?
Yes, he can. He will wash the apples.
Yes, she can. She will clean the stairs.
What is she / he doing?
What is she / he doing?
Oh dear！I can’t carry them all. Look at the eggs. And the apples are falling down the stairs. Now, the cola is falling, too. What a mess! Who can help me?
Daming: Simon: Daming: Simon: Mum: Simon: Daming: Mum: Daming: Mum: Daming: Mum: Simon:
Listen to the tape and answer questions:
1.What’s wrong with the girl? She can’t carry them all. 2.What happened to the apples? They are falling down the stairs.
But I can’t do it, not at all, with all this terrible fuss.
Now, the
_c__o_l_a__is__f_a_l_l_in__g__ ( fell /
外研社新标准英语六年级下册Module 4 Unit 2 the apples are falling down the stairs
Listen to the tape and answer questions: 1.What’s wrong with the girl?
She can’t carry them all.
2.What happened to the apples? They are falling down the stairs.
stairs ________.
Now, the
cola is falling ( fell / _________________
fall / is falling ), too.
What a mess! Who can help me?
A: Can he help?
B: Yes, he can. He will pick up the apples.
What is she / he doing?
What iபைடு நூலகம் she / he doing?
Oh dear！I can’t carry them all. Look at the eggs. And the apples are falling down the stairs. Now, the cola is falling, too. What a mess! Who can help me?
Can they help?
No, she can’t. She’s talking on the phone.
Yes, he can. He will pick up the apples.
Can they help?
Yes, he can. He will wash the apples.
Yes, she can. She will clean the stairs.
外研版六下Module 4 Unit 2 The apples are falling down
Unit2 The apples are falling downthe stairs教学目标：1、知识目标掌握单词stairs, mess以及句子：The apples are falling down the stairs.Can he help? Yes, he can. No, he can’t.2、技能目标能运用现在进行时态描述正在发生的事情，能使用can谈论能力和向他人提供帮助。
3、情感目标培养学生关心他人、助人为乐的品质。
教学重点：Who can he lp me? I can’t carry them all.Sorry, I can’t. I’m making Daming’s birthday card.Yes, I can help you.Can he help? Yes, he can. No, he can’t.教学难点：单词stairs, mess的听、说、读、写。
教学准备：录音机、苹果、可乐、图片等教学过程：Step1: Warming up教师进教室时有意创设一个求助的情景：抱很多作业本走进教室，结果书掉了一地。
T: Who can help me?Ss: I can.在部分学生帮助老师的过程中，教师就正在发生的情景询问其余的学生。
T: What are they doing?Ss: They are ….教师板书pick up,引导学生说出:They are picking up the excise-books.Step2: Presentation1、教学单词stairs、mess教师呈现课文第一部分图片T: Look at the picture. Why is the gir l crying? What’s happening?S1: The apples are falling.教师手拿苹果，在挂图上演示出苹果从楼梯滑落的动作：T: The apple is falling down the stairs.教师手指楼梯领读stairs。
2019-2020年小学英语六年级下册Module 4Unit 2 The apples are f
2019-2020年小学英语六年级下册Module 4Unit 2 The apples are falling down the stairs外研版课后练习二十三➢第1题【单选题】— Is that the TV room?—_____.A、No, it isn"tB、Yes, they aren"tC、Yes, they are【答案】：【解析】：➢第2题【单选题】He can________ the old man.A、helpB、helpedC、helps【答案】：【解析】：➢第3题【单选题】—What are they?—____ my shoes.A、They areB、It isC、He is【答案】：【解析】：➢第4题【单选题】How many students ____ in your class?A、are thereB、there areC、are they【答案】：【解析】：➢第5题【单选题】What________ interesting story！A、aB、anC、the【答案】：【解析】：➢第6题【单选题】I can"t carry________ all.A、theyB、theirC、them【答案】：【解析】：➢第7题【单选题】—Can he help? —Yes, he _______.A、isB、doC、can【答案】：【解析】：➢第8题【单选题】—____ is it now?—It"s 5:00.A、WhatB、What timeC、How much【答案】：【解析】：➢第9题【单选题】The birds________ singing in the tree.A、amB、isC、are【答案】：【解析】：➢第10题【单选题】Look at the card. It________，"Happy New Year！"A、sayB、saysC、talks【答案】：【解析】：➢第11题【填空题】A cola for ______ (she), please. 【答案】：【解析】：➢第12题【填空题】根据图片完成短语。
六年级英语下册Module4Unit2《Theapplesarefallingdownthestairs》 优秀课件4(新版)外研版(一起)
Module 4 Unit 2
The apples are falling down the stairs.
stairs
mess What a mess!
What is she / he doing?
What is she / he doing?
Oh dear！I can’t carry them all. Look at the eggs. And the apples are falling down the stairs. Now, the cola is falling, too. What a mess! Who can help me?
择决定命运，环境造就人生！
Can they help?
No, she can’t.
Yes, he can.
She’s talking on the He will pick up the
phone.
apples.
Can they help?
Yes, he can. He will wash the apples.
Yes, she can. She will clean the stairs.
But I can’t do it, not at all, with all this terrible fuss.
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六年级下英语Module 4 unit 2 The apples are falling down the stairs
What is he doing? Look at him. He’s trying to get on the bus.
And what is she doing? Look at her. She’s trying to get off the bus.
And what are you doing? Look at you.
What is she / he doing?
What is she / he doing?
Oh dear！I can’t carry them all. Look at the eggs. And the apples are falling down the stairs. Now, the cola is falling, too. What a mess! Who can help me?
Now, the
_c__o_l_a__is__f_a_l_l_in__g__ ( fell /
fall / is falling ), too.
What a mess! Who can help me?
A: Can he help?
B: Yes, he can. He will pick up the apples.
Can they help?
No, she can’t. She’s talking on the phone.
Yes, he can. He will pick up the apples.
Can they help?
Yes, he can. He will wash the apples.
Yes, she can. She will clean the stairs.
外研版六年级英语下册Module4Unit2Theapplesarefallingdownthest
Key sentences.
* 知识点拨 *
• 向想他人寻求帮助可以说： • Who can help me? • 不能提供帮助时说：Sorry, I can’t. • 能够提供帮助时说： • I can help you. / Yes , I can .
Who can help the woman ?
Module 2
Unit 2 The apples are falling down the stairs.
Let’s review
小组合作，仿照例句，根据图片写出答句,然后表演出来 。
Let’s try
My kite is flying away . Who can help me ?
Sorry, I can’t.
b) 现在进行时基本形式：
Be ( am/ is / are ) + doing(现在分词)
如：I‘m cleaning my room. 我正在打扫我的房间。
单词学习
Stairs （常复） 楼梯
单词学习
mess 肮脏，凌乱
What a mess ! 多么凌乱啊！
单词学习
fall down 掉落，跌倒
分词)
• 向想他人寻求帮助可以说： • Who can help me? • 不能提供帮助时说：Sorry, I can’t. • 能够提供帮助时说： • I can help you. / Yes , I can .
多么凌乱啊！谁能帮助我？
Watch and answer
What is happening ? Everything is falling! The eggs are broken! And the apples are falling down the stairs! Now the cola is falling too!
六年级下册M4 U2The apples are falling down the stairs.
Module4 Unit2 The apples are falling down the stairs.教案【教学目标】1.掌握单词stairs, mess2.掌握句子：The apples are falling down the stairs.Can he help? Yes, he can./No, he can’t.【教学重难点】能够运用The apples are falling down the stairs.说明正在发生的事情。
【课时安排】1课时【教学准备】自制课件，单词卡片，贴花【教学过程】一、热身：教师进教室时创设一个求助的情景：抱很多作业本走进教室，结果书掉了一地。
T：Who can help me?Ss:I can.在部分学生帮助老师的过程中，教师就正在发生的情景询问其余的学生。
T：What are they doing?Ss: They are …教师板书pick up，引导学生说出They are picking up the exercise-（设计意图：创设求助情景，使学生进入学习状态，为新课的呈现做铺垫。
）二、任务呈现与新课导入：1.课本活动一图片。
T:Look at the picture. Why is the girl crying? What’s happening?S1:The apples are falling.教师手拿苹果，做苹果从楼梯上滑下来的动作：T：The apples are falling down the stairs.教师出示楼梯的单词卡片并领读stairs。
教师手拿苹果，做苹果从桌子上滑下来的动作：T：The apples are falling down the desk.从而使学生更好地理解：falling down这个短语。
T:What’s happening to the cola?S2:The cola is falling.T:and the eggs？S3:The eggs are broken.T:Yes.The apples are falling down the stairs. The cola is falling. And the eggs are broken. What a mess.教师指着混乱的景象领读mess.教师指楼梯和混乱的景象，让学生快速说出单词。
临城县中心小学六年级英语下册 Module 4 Unit 2 The apples are fall
Unit2 The apples are falling down the stairs.the Story of the Windby Hans Christian Andersen（1859）EAR the shores of the GREat Belt，which is oneof the straits that connect the Cattegat with theBaltic，stands an old mansion with th ick red walls. Iknow every stone of it，“says the Wind. ”I saw itwhen it was part of the castle of Marc k Stig on thepromontory. But the castle was obliged to be pulleddown ，and the stone was used again for the wallsof a new mansion on another spot—the baronialresidence of Borreby，which still stands near the coast.I knew them well，those noble lordsand ladies，the successive gen erations that dwelt there；and now I'm going to tell you ofWaldemar Daa and his daughters. How proud was his bearing，for he was of royal blood，andcould boast of more noble deeds than merely huntin g the stag and emptying the wine-cup. Hisrule was despotic：'It shall be，' he was accustomed to say. His wife，in garmentsembroidered with g old，stepped proudly over the polished marble floors. The tapestries weregorgeous，and the furniture of costly and artistic taste. She had brought gold and plate withher into the house. The cellars were full of wine. Black，fiery horses，neighed in the stables.There w as a look of wealth about the house of Borreby at that time. They had three children，daughters，fair and delicate maidens—Ida，Joanna，and Anna Dorothea；I have neverforgotten their names. They were a rich，noble family，born in affluence and nurtured i nluxury.“Whir-r-r，whir-r-r！”roared the Wind，and went on，“I did not see in this house，as inother GREat houses，the high-born lady sitting among her women，turning the spinning-wheel. She could sweep the sounding chords of the guitar，and sing to the music，notalways Danish melodies，but the songs of a stra nge land. It was 'Live and let live，' here.Stranger guests came from far and near，music sounded，goble ts clashed，and I，”said theWind，“was not able to drown the noise. Ostentation，pride，splendor，a nd displayruled，but not the fear of the Lord.“It was on the evening of the first day of May，”the Wind conti nued，“I came from thewest，and had seen the ships overpowered with the waves，when all on board persisted orwere cast shipwrecked on the coast of Jutland. I had hurried across the heath and overJutland's wood-girt eastern coast，and over the island of Funen，and then I drov e across theGREat belt，sighing and moaning. At length I lay down to rest on the shores of Zeeland，nearto the great house of Borreb y，where the splendid forest of oaks still flourished. The youngmen of the neighborhood were collecting branches and brushwood under the oak-trees. Thelargest and dryest they could find they carried into the v illage，and piled them up in a heap andset them on fire. Then the men and maidens danced，and sung in a circle round the blazingpil e. I lay quite quiet，”said the Wind，“but I silently touched a branch which had beenbrought by one of t he handsomest of the young men，and the wood blazed up brightly，blazed brighter than all the rest. Then he was chosen as the chief ，and received the name ofthe Shepherd；and might choose his lamb from among the maidens. There was greater mirthand rejoicing than Ihad ever heard in the halls of the rich baronial house. Then the noble ladydrove by towards the baron's mansion with her three daugh ters，in a gilded carriage drawn bysix horses. The daughters were y oung and beautiful—three charming blossoms—a rose，alily，and a white hyacinth. The mother was a proud tulip ，and never acknowledged thesalutations of any of the men or maiden s who paused in their sport to do her honor. Thegracious lady seeme d like a flower that was rather stiff in the stalk. Rose，lily，and hyacinth—yes，I saw them all three. Whose little lambs will they one day b ecome？thought I；theirshepherd will be a gallant knight，perhaps a prince. The carriage rolled on，and the peasantsresumed their danc ing. They drove about the summer through all the villages near. But onenight，when I rose again，the high-born lady lay down to rise again no more；that thingcame to her w hich comes to us all，in which there is nothing new. Waldemar Daa remained fora time silent and thoughtful. 'The loftiest tree may be bowed without being broken，' said avoice within him. His daughters wept；all the people in th e mansion wiped their eyes，butLady Daa had driven away，and I dr ove away too，”said the Wind. “Whir-r-r，whir-r-r-！“I returned again；I often returned and passed over the island of Funen and the shores ofthe Belt. Then I rested by Borreby，near the glorious wood，where the heron made his nest，the haunt of the wood-pigeons，the blue-birds，and the black stork. It was yet spring，some were sitting on their eggs，others had already hatched their y oung broods；but howthey fluttered about and cried out when the axe sounded through the forest，blow uponblow！The trees of the forest were doomed. Waldemar Daa wanted to build a noble ship，aman-of-war， a three-decker，which the king would be sure to buy；and these，the tree s ofthe wood，the landmark of the seamen，the refuge of the birds ，must be felled. The hawkstarted up and flew away，for its nest was destroyed；the heron and all the birds of theforest became ho meless，and flew about in fear and anger. I could well understand how theyfelt. Crows and ravens croaked，as if in scorn，while the trees were cracking and fallingaround them. Far in the interior of the wood，where a noisy swarm of laborers were working，stood Waldemar Daa and his three daughters，and all were laughing a t the wild cries of thebirds，excepting one，the youngest，Anna D orothea，who felt grieved to the heart；andwhen they made preparati ons to fell a tree that was almost dead，and on whose nakedbranche s the black stork had built her nest，she saw the poor little thi ngs stretching out theirnecks，and she begged for mercy for them，with the tears in her eyes. So the tree with theblack stork's nest was left standing；the tree itself，however，was not worth much to speakof. Then there was a GREat deal of hewing and sawing，an d at last the three-decker was built.The builder was a man of low origin，but possessin g great pride；his eyes and foreheadspoke of large intellect，and Waldemar Daa was fond of listening to him，and so wasWaldemar's dau ghter Ida，the eldest，now about fifteen years old；and while he was buildingthe ship for the father，he was building for himself a castle in the air，in which he and Idawere to live when they w ere married. This might have happened，indeed，if there had been a real castle，with stone walls，ramparts，and a moat. But in spite of his clever head，thebuilder was still but a poor，inferior bird；and how can a sparrow expect to be admitted intothe society of peacocks？“I passed on in my course，”said the Wind，“and he passed away also. He was not allowedto remain，and little Ida got over it，because she was obliged to do so. Proud，black horses，worth looking at，were neighing in the stable. And they we re locked up；for theadmiral，who had been sent by the king to i nspect the new ship，and make arrangements forits purchase，was lou d in admiration of these beautiful horses. I heard it all，”said theWind，“for I accompanied the gentlemen through the open door of the stabl e，and strewedstalks of straw，like bars of gold，at their feet. Waldemar Daa wanted gold，and the admiralwished for the proud blac k horses；therefore he praised them so much. But the hint was nott aken，and consequently the ship was not bought. It remained on the shore covered withboards，—a Noah's ark that never got to the water—Whir-r-r-r—and that was a pity.“In the winter，when the fields were covered with snow，and the water filled with largeblocks of ice which I had blown up to the c oast，”continued the Wind，“GREat flocks of crowsand ravens，dark and black as they usually a re，came and alighted on the lonely，desertedship. Then they croake d in harsh accents of the forest that now existed no more，of the manypretty birds' nests destroyed and the little ones left without a home；and all for the sake ofthat great bit of lumber，that pr oud ship，that never sailed forth. I made the snowflakeswhirl till the snow lay like a great lake round the ship，and drifted over it. I let it hear myvoice，that it might know what the storm has to say. Certainly I did my part towards teachingit seamanship.“That winter passed away，and another winter and summer both passed ，as they are stillpassing away，even as I pass away. The snow d rifts onwards，the apple-blossoms arescattered，the leaves fall，—everything passes away，and men are passing away too. But theGREat man's daughters are still young，and little Ida is a rose as fair to look upon as on theday when the shipbuilder first saw her. I often tumbled her long，brown hair，while she stoodin the garden b y the apple-tree，musing，and not heeding how I strewed the blossoms on herhai r，and dishevelled it；or sometimes，while she stood gazing at th e red sun and the goldensky through the opening branches of the dar k，thick foliage of the garden trees. Her sisterJoanna was bright a nd slender as a lily；she had a tall and lofty carriage and figur e，though，like her mother，rather stiff in back. She was very fond of walking through the greathall，where hung the portraits of her a ncestors. The women were represented in dresses ofvelvet and silk，w ith tiny little hats，embroidered with pearls，on their braided hai r. Theywere all handsome women. The gentlemen appeared clad in steel ，or in rich cloaks lined withsquirrel's fur；they wore little ruf fs，and swords at their sides. Where would Joanna's place beon that wall some day？and how would he look，—her noble lord and husband？This is whatshe thought of，and often spoke of in a low voice to herself. I heard it as I swept into the longhall，and turned round to come out again. Anna Dorothea，the pale hyacinth， a child offourteen，was quiet and thoughtful；her large，deep，blue eyes had a dreamy look，but achildlike smile still played round her mouth. I was not able to blow it away，neither did I wish todo so. We have met in the garden，in the hollow lane，in the field and meadow，where shegathered herbs and flowers which she knew would be useful to her father in preparing t hedrugs and mixtures he was always concocting. Waldemar Daa was arrog ant and proud，buthe was also a learned man，and knew a great de al. It was no secret，and many opinions wereexpressed on what he d id. In his fireplace there was a fire，even in summer time. He wo uldlock himself in his room，and for days the fire would be kept burning；but he did not talkmuch of what he was doing. The secret powers of nature are generally discovered in solitude，and did he not soon expect to find out the art of making the grea test of all good things—theart of making gold？So he fondly hoped；therefore the chimney s moked and the fire crackledso constantly. Yes，I was there too，”said the Wind. “'Leave it alone，' I sang down thechimney；'leave it alone，it will all end in sm oke，air，coals，and ashes，and you will burnyour fingers.' But Waldemar Daa did not leave it alone，and all he possessed vanished likesmoke blown by me. The splendid black horses，where are they？What became of the cows inthe field，the old gold and silver ves sels in cupboards and chests，and even the house andhome itself？I t was easy to melt all these away in the gold-making crucible，and yet obtain nogold. And so it was. Empty are t he barns and store-rooms，the cellars and cupboards；theservants decreased in number，and the mice multiplied. First one window became broken，andthen ano ther，so that I could get in at other places besides the door. 'W here the chimneysmokes，the meal is being cooked，' says the proverb；but here a chimney smoked thatdevoured all themeals for the sake of gold. I blew round the courtyard，”said t he Wind，“likea watchman blowing his home，but no watchman was there. I twi rled the weather-cock roundon the summit of the tower，and it creaked like the snor ing of a warder，but no warder wasthere；nothing but mice and rat s. Poverty laid the table-cloth；poverty sat in the wardrobeand in the larder. The door fell off its hinges，cracks and fissures made their appearanceeverywhere ；so that I could go in and out at pleasure，and that is how I know all about it.Amid smoke and ashes，sorrow，and sleepless nig hts，the hair and beard of the master ofthe house turned gray，an d deep furrows showed themselves around his temples；his skinturned pale and yellow，while his eyes still looked eagerly for gold，the longed-for gold，andthe result of his labor was debt instead of gain. I blew the smoke and ashes into his face andbeard；I moaned through the broken window-panes，and the yawning clefts in the walls；Iblew into the chests and drawers belonging to his daughters，wherein lay the clothes th at hadbecome faded and threadbare，from being worn over and over ag ain. Such a song had notbeen sung，at the children's cradle as I sung now. The lordly life had changed to a life ofpenury. I was th e only one who rejoiced aloud in that castle，”said the Wind. “At last Isnowed them up，and they say snow keeps people warm. It was good for them，for they hadno wood，and the forest，from w hich they might have obtained it，had been cut down. Thefrost was very bitter，and I rushed through loop-holes and passages，over gables and roofswith keen and cutting swift ness. The three high-born daughters were lying in bed because ofthe cold，and their fath er crouching beneath his leather coverlet. Nothing to eat，nothing t oburn，no fire on the hearth！Here was a life for high-born people！'Give it up，give it up！'But my Lord Daa would not do that. 'After winter，spring will com e，' he said，'after want，good times. We must not lose patience，we must learn to wait. Now my horses and lands areall mortgaged，it is indeed high time；bu t gold will come at last—at Easter.'“I heard him as he thus spoke；he was looking at a spider's web ，and he continued，'Thou cunning little weaver，thou dost teach me perseverance. Let an y one tear thy web，and thou wilt begin again and repair it. Let it be entirely destroy ed，thou wilt resolutely beginto make another till it is completed. So ought we to do，if we wish to succeed at last.'“It was the morning of Easter-day. The bells sounded from the neighboring church，andthe sun seeme d to rejoice in the sky. The master of the castle had watched thro ugh thenight，in feverish excitement，and had been melting and cool ing，distilling and mixing. Iheard him sighing like a soul in despa ir；I heard him praying，and I noticed how he held hisbreath. The lamp burnt out，but he did not observe it. I blew up the fire in the coals on thehearth，and it threw a red glow on his ghastly white face，lighting it up with a glare，whilehis sunken eyes lo oked out wildly from their cavernous depths，and appeared to grow l argerand more prominent，as if they would burst from their sockets. 'Look at the alchymic glass，'he cried；'something glows in the crucible，pure and heavy.' He lifted it with a tremblinghand，and exclaimed in a voice of agitatio n，'Gold！gold！' He was quite giddy，I could haveblown him down，”said the Wind ；“but I only fanned the glowing coals，and accompaniedhim through th e door to the room where his daughter sat shivering. His coat was powderedwith ashes，and there were ashes in his beard and in his t angled hair. He stood erect，andheld high in the air the brittle g lass that contained his costly treasure. 'Found！found！Gold！gold！' he shouted，again holding the glass aloft，that it might FLASH in thesunshine；but his hand trembled，and the alchymic glass fell from it，clattering to theground，and brake in a thousand pieces. The last bubble of his happiness had burst，with awhiz and a whi r，and I rushed away from the gold-maker's house.“Late in the autumn，when the days were short，and the mist spri nkled cold drops on theberries and the leafless branches，I came ba ck in fresh spirits，rushed through the air，sweptthe sky clear，and snapped off the dry twigs，which is certainly no GREat labor t o do，yet itmust be done. There was another kind of sweeping takin g place at Waldemar Daa's，in thecastle of Borreby. His enemy，Owe Ramel，of Basnas，was there，with the mortgage ofthe house and everything it contained，in his pocket. I rattled the broken windows ，beatagainst the old rotten doors，and whistled through cracks and crevices，so that Mr. OweRamel did not much like to remain there. Ida and Anna Dorothea wept bitterly，Joanna stood，pale and proud，biting her lips till the blood came；but what cou ld that avail？Owe Rameloffered Waldemar Daa permission to remain in the house till the end of his life. No one thankedhim for the of fer，and I saw the ruined old gentleman lift his head，and throwit back moreproudly than ever. Then I rushed against the house and the old lime-trees with such force，that one of the thickest branches， a decayed one，was broken off，and the branch fell atthe entrance，and remained there. It might have been used as a broom，if any one hadwanted to sweep the plac e out，and a grand sweeping-out there really was；I thought itwould be so. It was hard for an y one to preserve composure on such a day；but thesepeople had str ong wills，as unbending as their hard fortune. There was nothing th ey could calltheir own，excepting the clothes they wore. Yes，there was one thing more，an alchymist'sglass， a new one，which had b een lately bought，and filled with what could be gathered fromthe g round of the treasure which had promised so much but failed in keep ing its promise.Waldemar Daa hid the glass in his bosom，and，taki ng his stick in his hand，the once richgentleman passed with his d aughters out of the house of Borreby. I blew coldly upon hisflustere d cheeks，I stroked his gray beard and his long white hair，and I sang as well as Iwas able，'Whir-r-r，whir-r-r. Gone away！Gone away！' Ida walked on one side of the oldman，and Anna Dorothea on the other；Joanna turned round，as they left the entrance.Why？Fortun e would not turn because she turned. She looked at the stone in th e walls whichhad once formed part of the castle of Marck Stig，and perhaps she thought of his daughtersand of the old song，—'the eldest and youngest，hand-in-hand，Went forth alone to a distant land'.these were only two；here there were three，and their father with them also. They walkedalong the high-road，where once they had driven in their splendid carriage；theywent forthwith their father as beggars. They wandered across an open field to a mud hut，which theyrented for a dollar and a half a year， a new home，with bare walls and empty cupboards.Crows and magpies fluttered about them，and cried，as if in contempt，'Caw，caw，turnedout of our nest—caw，caw，' as they had done in the wood at Borreby，when the trees werefel led. Daa and his daughters could not help hearing it，so I blew a bout their ears to drown thenoise；what use was it that they shoul d listen？So they went to live in the mud hut in theopen field，and I wandered away，over moor and meadow，through bare bushes a ndleafless forests，to the open sea，to the broad shores in other lands，'Whir-r-r，whir-r-r！Away，away！' year after year.“And what became of Waldemar Daa and his daughters？Listen；the Win d will tell us：“the last I saw of them was the pale hyacinth，Anna Dorothea. She was old and bentthen；for fifty years had passed and she had out lived them all. She could relate the history.Yonder，on the heath，near the town of Wiborg，in Jutland，stood the fine new house o fthe canon. It was built of red brick，with projecting gables. It was inhabited，for the smokecurled up thickly from the chimneys. The canon's gentle lady and her beautiful daughters sat inthe bay-window，and looked over the hawthorn hedge of the garden towards th e brownheath. What were they looking at？Their glances fell upon a stork's nest，which was builtupon an old tumbledown hut. The roof ，as far as one existed at all，was covered with mossand lichen. The stork's nest covered the GREater part of it，and that alone was in a goodcondition；for it was kept in order by the stork him self. That is a house to be looked at，andnot to be touched，”said the Wind.“For the sake of the stork's nest it had been allowed toremain，a lthough it is a blot on the landscape. They did not like to drive the stork away；therefore the old shed was left standing，and the poor woman who d welt in it allowed to stay.She had the Egyptian bird to thank for that；or was it perchance her reward for having onceinterceded for the preservation of the nest of its black brother in the forest of Borreby？Atthat time she，the poor woman，was a young child，a white hyacinth in a rich garden. Sheremembered that time well；for it was Anna Dorothea.“'O-h，o-h，' she sighed；for people can sigh like the moaning of the wind am ong thereeds and rushes. 'O-h，o-h，' she would say，'no bell sounded at thy burial，WaldemarDaa. The poor school-boys did not even sing a psalm when the former lord of Borreby was laidin the earth to rest. O-h，everything has an end，even misery. Sister Ida became the wife ofa peasant；that was the hardest trial which befell our father，that the husband of his owndaughter should be a miserable serf，w hom his owner could place for punishment on thewooden horse. I suppo se he is under the ground now；and Ida—alas！alas！it is not endedyet；miserable that I am！Kind Heaven ，grant me that I may die.'“That was Anna Dorothea's prayer in the wretched hut that was left standing for the sakeof the stork. I took pity on the proudest of the sisters，”said the Wind. “Her courage was likethat of a man；and in man's clothes she served as a sailor on board ship. She was of fewwords，and of a dark countenance；but she did not know how to climb，so I blew herov erboard before any one found out that she was a woman；and，in m y opinion，that waswell done，”said the Wind.On such another Easter morning as that on which Waldemar Daa imagine d he haddiscovered the art of making gold，I heard the tones of a psalm under the stork's nest，andwithin the crumbling walls. It wa s Anna Dorothea's last song. There was no window in thehut，only a hole in the wall；and the sun rose like a globe of burnished go ld，and lookedthrough. With what splendor he filled that dismal dwel ling！Her eyes were glazing，and herheart breaking；but so it wou ld have been，even had the sun not shone that morning onAnna Dorot hea. The stork's nest had secured her a home till her death. I sun g over hergrave；I sung at her father's grave. I know where it li es，and where her grave is too，butnobody else knows it.“New times now；all is changed. the old high-road is lost amid cultivated fields；the newone now winds along ove r covered graves；and soon the railway will come，with its train ofcarriages，and rush over graves where lie those whose very names are forgoten. All passedaway，passed away！“This is the story of Waldemar Daa and his daughters. Tell it bett er，any of you，if youknow how，”said the Wind；and he rushed away，and was gone.风刮过草地，草儿便像一泓清水，泛起层层涟漪；若是它刮过了一片麦田，麦田便像一片海洋，生出阵阵波浪。
2019-2020学年度外研版小学英语六年级下册Module 4Unit 2 The apples
2019-2020学年度外研版小学英语六年级下册Module 4Unit 2 The apples are falling down the stairs课后辅导练习六十八➢第1题【单选题】It"s time ____ get up.A、forB、onC、to【答案】：【解析】：➢第2题【单选题】_______ a mess!A、WhatB、HowC、Where【答案】：【解析】：➢第3题【单选题】He can________ the old man.A、helpB、helpedC、helps【答案】：【解析】：➢第4题【单选题】I want _______ a horse.A、rideB、to rideC、riding【答案】：【解析】：— Is that the TV room?—_____.A、No, it isn"tB、Yes, they aren"tC、Yes, they are【答案】：【解析】：➢第6题【单选题】Look at the card. It________，"Happy New Year！"A、sayB、saysC、talks【答案】：【解析】：Please look _______ the pictures on the wall.A、atB、likeC、for【答案】：【解析】：➢第8题【单选题】I can"t carry everything. _______can help me?A、WhatB、WhenC、Who【答案】：【解析】：➢第9题【填空题】Look at ______ (he). What"s he doing?【答案】：【解析】：➢第10题【填空题】fly（第三人称单数）______【答案】：【解析】：➢第11题【填空题】child（复数形式）______【答案】：【解析】：➢第12题【填空题】I can"t ______ (carry) my schoolbag. It"s too ______ (light). 【答案】：【解析】：➢第13题【填空题】He is______ ______ ______.【答案】：【解析】：➢第14题【填空题】I want to______ ______ ______ ______.【答案】：➢第15题【填空题】读一读，练一练。
外研社新标准英语六年级下册Module-4-Unit-2-the-apples-are-falling-down--the-stairs
What is she / he doing?
Oh dear！I can’t carry them all. Look at the eggs. And the apples are falling down the stairs. Now, the cola is falling, too. What a mess! Who can help me?
Can they help?
No, she can’t. She’s talking on the phone.
Yes, he can. He will pick up the apples.
Can they help?
Yes, he can. He will wash the apples.
Yes, she can. She will clean the stairs.
Look Oh dear! I can’t carry them all. _______ (look / looked / are looking) at the eggs And the _______. are falling ____________
(are falling / fell / falls) down the
What is he doing? Look at him. He’s trying to get on the bus. And what is she doing? Look at her. She’s trying to get off the bus.
And what are you doing? Look at you. But I can’t do it, not at all, with all this terrible fuss.
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Unit2 The apples are falling down the stairs.
教学目标：
1、学习语句：
The apples are falling down the stairs.
Can he help? Yes , he can.\ No, he can’t.
单词：stairs, mess
2、用现在进行事态讲述正在发生的事情
使用“Can”谈论能力和向他人提供帮助的情况。
3、能书写单词：stairs, mess
4、学习诗歌：What is he doing?
教学重难点：
1、能口头运用The apples are falling down the stairs.说明正在发生的事。
2、识别单词：stairs
教学准备：录音机，挂图磁带
教学程序：
Step1、Warmer:
1、师生相互对话问候。
老师出示SB第一单元活动的挂图。
请学生分组扮演Daing Simon 的妈妈，根据挂图太极功的场景表演故事。
2、Say a chant.
（设计意图：创设真实情景，激发学习兴趣，引导学生使用英语与教师进行交流，询问学生What are they doing?有意识的加强学生对现在进行时的运用。
）
Step2、Lead-in and teaching
1、老师请全班学生每人准备一张纸条，帮他们分组然后游戏。
请第一组的学生没人写出一个句子和相应的Be动词（am\is \are）,第二组学生写出正在进行时态，第三组学生每人写出一个地点。
然后每一个组轮流派一名学生朗读3张纸条组成的句子。
2、游戏结束后，教师播放一段足球比赛的实况，并配以简单的英语说明。
向学生说明我们
今天上课要讲的是如何寻求帮助和提供帮助的话题，然后我们要继续复习如何讲述正在发生
的事情。
.
Step3、Text teaching
1、老师出示三张打乱顺序的卡片，上面分别写有：the apple are falling down ,the stairs.然后请学生用这些词组句子。
组成句子：The apples are falling down the stairs.
2、请学生把书翻到SB第二单元活动1，看着图听录音。
向学生讲述他们不明白的内容。
3、向学生说明：活动1中的小女孩把东西掉在了地上，她该怎么办？周围没有人能帮助她，
让我们来听录音，什么人能帮助她？不能帮助的人又在做什么事情？
4、鼓励全班以小组为单位自由谈论与活动1有关的内容，然后分小组讨论相关内容，接着
小组汇报。
5.以小组为单位完成AB第二单元练习3.请学生看图，用自己的画说一说图上的人都在干什
么？并且使用学过的语言进行描述。
Step4.Practice
1、Game: What is he doing?
2、Do the exercise 1 and 2 of the student’s book
（设计意图：欢快的气氛激发了学生参与学习活动的积极性，同时学生在真实情景中描
述正在发生的事情，提高了学生的语言运用能力。
）
Step5、Learn the poem
（设计意图：拓展课文内容，联系实际生活，做到了学中用，用中学，同时培养学生的
爱心和助人．）
Step6、Homework:
Read the poem.
板书设计：Unit 2 The apples are falling down the stairs.
stairs, mess
The apples are falling down the stairs.
Can he help?
Yes , he can.\ No, he can’t.。