Lesson Two_年轻人的四种选择

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《Lesson Two》教学设计

《Lesson Two》教学设计一、教学目标1、知识目标学生能够掌握课文中的新单词和短语，如_____、＿____、＿____等。

学生能够理解课文的主要内容和细节信息。

2、技能目标培养学生的阅读理解能力，能够快速准确地获取关键信息。

提升学生的口语表达能力，使他们能够运用所学知识进行简单的交流。

3、情感目标激发学生学习英语的兴趣，增强学习的自信心。

培养学生的合作精神和团队意识。

二、教学重难点1、教学重点重点单词和短语的记忆与运用。

课文的理解和关键句型的掌握。

2、教学难点对复杂句子结构的理解。

如何引导学生将所学知识灵活运用到实际交流中。

三、教学方法1、情景教学法通过创设生动的情景，让学生在真实的语境中学习和运用语言。

2、任务驱动法布置具体的任务，让学生在完成任务的过程中提高语言能力。

3、小组合作法组织学生进行小组合作学习，培养他们的合作精神和交流能力。

四、教学过程1、导入（5 分钟）播放一段与课文主题相关的英语视频或音频，引起学生的兴趣。

提问学生关于视频或音频的内容，引导他们思考并讨论。

2、词汇学习（10 分钟）展示新单词和短语，通过图片、例句等方式帮助学生理解其含义和用法。

进行单词拼写和发音练习，确保学生能够准确读写。

3、课文阅读（15 分钟）学生快速阅读课文，回答一些简单的问题，了解课文的大致内容。

仔细阅读课文，完成一些细节理解的练习题，如判断正误、填空等。

教师讲解课文中的重点句子和语法点，帮助学生理解课文的难点。

4、口语练习（10 分钟）组织学生进行小组讨论，让他们根据课文内容交流自己的想法和感受。

邀请小组代表进行发言，分享讨论结果。

5、巩固练习（10 分钟）布置一些与课文相关的练习题，如翻译句子、改写短文等，让学生巩固所学知识。

学生完成练习后，教师进行讲解和点评。

6、总结（5 分钟）回顾本节课所学的重点内容，包括单词、短语、句型和语法。

对学生的表现进行评价，鼓励他们继续努力。

五、教学资源1、教材：《＿____》。

Lesson 2 Four Choices for Young people

First Paragraph

The author received a letter from the president of senior class. The letter conveys misgivings and concerns about the world from the graduating generation. 作者收到毕业生的一封信，信中表达了这一代毕业生对社会的怀疑和担心。
Four choices for young people
Writing background

The article was written in 1960s when the American society was full of injustices, including Vietnam war, racial discrimination, poverty as well as other social problems arising with the growth of baby-boom generation. The author wrote the article to give his suggestion for the young generation after he received a letter from the president of the senior class. Four choices for young people are the suggestions the author offered for young people and stressed that hard problems have been coped with before– piecemeal, pragmatically, by the dogged efforts of many people.

Lesson_2_Two_Kinds

Questions on the Content

5. Could the family afford piano lessons? How did the mother solve the problem?
Subsection 4 (Paras. 29-46)
How the girl was made to learn the piano under the instructions of Old Chong.
Lesson 2 Two Kinds
Amy Tan 谭恩美
Plot – the deliberately arranged sequence of interrelated events that constitute the basic narrative structure of a novel or a short story Theme – the general meaning, the central and dominating idea that unifies and controls the total work (The theme of a story is different from its plot. While the plot tells what happens in the story, the theme shows what the story is about)
Amy Tan

Amy Tan is one of the prominent Chinese American writers that have emerged since the 1980s.
She published her first novel The Joy Luck Club in 1989, which was an instant success. It was followed by other novels: The Kitchen God’s Wife (1991), The Hundred Secret Senses (1995), and the Bonesetter’s Daughter (2001).

Lesson_2

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Main Idea
that forces of nature are an inevitable part of Japanese
historical experience, but that the terrorist attack was a
human caused event, over which there should be greater
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Language Points
3. reminder n [c] ( line 1, para.1 ）1） sth that makes you notice, remember, or think about sth ●这些废墟提醒人们不要忘记战争的恐怖。 These ruins are a reminder of the horrors of war.
I got completely carried away and almost cried.
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Language Points
5. horror film/movie ( line 1, para.2 ） a film in which strange and frightening things happen ●再也不要带我去看恐怖电影，我简直被吓得魂不附体。 Never take me to a horror film again. I was scared out of my wits.
● 发生了暴力事件。这给了人们一个严酷的提示—宗教紧张局势还在持续。 Violence has broken out , a stark reminder that the religious tensions are refusing to go away.

语文版中职英语(拓展模块)Unit 2《Making Choices in Life》ppt课件2

They are optimistic attitude and pessimistic attitude.
Careful Reading Life is all about choices
1. What kind of young man was Mike? 2. What did I learn from Mike? 3. Several years later, what happened to me? 4. How did I live and succeed in business?
3. Several years later, what happened to me?
I was involved in a car accidentand my legs were seriously injured.
4. How did I live and succeed in business?
人生最重要的是决择，方向不对，努力白费！
Tips for making right choices: Ask “why” five times Open yourself to change Decide to pay time and energy on it Follow your instincts The choice is yours
《哈克贝利·费恩历险记》是马克·吐温一部重要的作品，故事的主人公是在《汤姆·索亚历险记》中就跟大家见面的哈克贝利·费恩。哈克贝利是一个聪明、善良、勇敢的白人少年。他为了追求自由的生活，逃亡到密西西比河上。在逃亡途中，他遇到了黑奴吉姆。吉姆是一个勤劳朴实、热情诚实、忠心耿耿的黑奴，他为了逃脱被主人再次卖掉的命运，从主人家中出逃。

高级英语Lesson__Two_Hiroshima

Finally my boss grinned his approval. martyred city the city that has been made to suffer
The tall building of the martyred city…in response to the driver’s sharp twists of the wheel. The high buildings passed swiftly and when the driver made abrupt changes of direction, we sometimes swung to one side, sometimes to the other side in response to the swaying motion of the car.
halt
a suspension of movement or progress, especially a temporary one
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Why does the author use the phrase “I found myself”? What is the indicated meaning of this phrase? Why did the usher give “a long, almost musical sigh”? sketch a map draw roughly and quickly with outlines but little detail
The fleet anchored in the bay and bombarded the town.
The television star was bombarded with invitations.

Lesson-Two-年轻人的四种选择

Lesson TwoFour Choices for Young People年轻人的四种选择TextShortly before his graduation, Jim Binns, president of the senior class at Stanford University, wrote me about some of his misgivings. “More than any other generation,” he said, “our generation views the adult world with great skepticism… there is also an increased tendency to reject completely that world.”在毕业前不久，斯坦福大学毕业班班主席吉姆·滨丝给我写了一封信，谈到了他的一些不安。

他在信中说：“与其他任何一代人相比，我们这一代人在看待成人世界时抱有更大的疑虑……同时越来越倾向于全盘否定成人世界。

”Apparently he speaks for a lot of his contemporaries. During the last few years, I have listened to scores of young people, in college and out, who were just as nervous about the grown-up world. Roughly, their attitude might be summed up about like this: “The world is in pretty much of a mess, full of injustice, poverty, and war. The people responsible are, presumably, the adults who have been running things. If they can’t do better than that, what have they got to teach our generation? That kind of lesson we can do without.”显然他的话代表了许多同龄人的观点，在过去的几年中，我听到过大学内外许多年轻人的谈话，他们对成人世界同样也感到不安。

六年级上英语教案-Lesson2NewFriend,Jenny_(EEC)

六年级上英语教案-Lesson2NewFriend,Jenny_（EEC）（Part One）【教学目标】通过本节课的学习，使学生复习介词in 的用法以及一样过去时态中动词的变化（规则及不规则动词），并把握否定疑问句。

拓展学生的文化视野，加深学生对英语语言的明白得，能够得体地使用语言, 了解世界各国文化，开阔视野教学重难点：能够熟练、准确地把握句型：“Where did you live in ……？”“I lived in ……? ”“Isn’t ……in the west/ east?”，并对过去的居住地及某地所在地进行问答，能依照实际对自己居住地点为进行现场演练演练。

方位词west, east学生第一次接触，意思易弄混；否定疑问句是教学的难点，学生难明白得。

【教学过程】一、课前口语交际、热身Free TalkT: Hello, boys and girls.Ss: Hello, Miss Dong .T: How was your day?Ss: We were OK. And you?T: I was OK, too. Oh. Who is late today?S: I am late today.T: Why are you late?S: Because I woke up late.T: Please be on time from now on. Sit down, please.S: Thanks a lot.(英语课上，课前的热身和正常的交流是十分必要的。

她给学生们制造出了一个轻松、愉快地学习氛围，使学生通过这种语言环境，自然而然地过渡到了课堂的下一环节，为下一步的学习奠定了良好的基础；而过去时态的复习，又为这节课的学习作了铺垫)二、巧设情形，导出新知T: Today, there is a new friend in our class.Who is she?Ss: She is Jenny Brown.T: Do you want to know her?Ss: Yes. We do.T: OK. Let’s go!(学生们喜爱有悬念感，喜爱结识新的朋友，自然而然的进入到的本课的教学重点之中。

高中语文《青年在选择职业时的考虑》课文精讲苏教版必修1

苏教版必修一《青年在选择职业时的考虑》课文精讲语篇品读【语篇结构分析】第一部分（1—12段）：马克思谈怎样选择职业的原则。

第1节马克思提出在选择职业时要找到鼓舞的来源。

第2—12节马克思谈到影响我们在选择职业时的若干因素，即容易让我们在职业选择时产生鼓舞的若干情况。

它们是个人喜好、身体条件、自身能力。

第二部分（13—25段）：马克思谈到选择怎样的职业。

第13节写“我们就可以选择一种使我们最有尊严的职业；选择一种建立在我们深信其正确的思想上的职业；选择一种能给我们提供广阔场所来为人类进行活动、接近共同目标（对于这个目标来说，一切职业只不过是手段）即完美境地的职业。

”第14—24节马克思对有尊严的职业和职业选择一旦失误所造成的后果进一步作了阐释，并对正确选择职业后对自身的影响作了分析。

第25节马克思谈了自己职业选择的基本指针是人类的幸福和我们自身的完美。

【语篇脉络梳理】青年选择职业时要找到鼓舞来源（1）在选影响我们选择职业的第一因素：个人喜好（2—8）择职影响我们选择职业的第二因素：身体条件（9—10）业时影响我们选择职业的第三因素：自身能力（11—12）的考选择怎样的职业（13）虑什么是有尊严的职业（14—15）（节选）职业选择一旦失误所造成的后果及正确选择职业后对自身的影响（16—24）马克思谈了自己职业选择的基本指针是人类的幸福和我们自身的完美（25）语篇品读一、重点语段品读全文可以分为两个部分第一部分（1—12段）马克思谈怎样选择职业的原则。

第1段马克思提出在选择职业时要找到鼓舞的来源。

［品味］马克思谈到选择职业时“我们应当认真考虑：所选择的职业是不是真正使我们受到鼓舞？我们的内心是不是同意？我们受到的鼓舞是不是一种迷误？”要找出鼓舞的来源。

［体会］马克思以十七岁的年纪先提出青年必须认真考虑职业规划的重要性。

第2、3段马克思提出影响职业选择的个人喜好因素中，虚荣心、名利欲最能让人产生错误的幻想。

现代大学英语精读第二版第三册lesson2答案

Lesson TwoHow Reading Changed My Life Vocabulary1 TranslateInto Chinese1). a work of art 一件艺术品2). bargain basement 便宜货；廉价商品区3)printing press 印刷（机）4)the source of quotation 引文出处5)literary criticism 文学批评6)in the latter half of the century 该世纪后半叶7) a liberal arts college 文理学院8) a man of action 实干家，说干就干的人9）intellectual pursuits 对知识的追求；学习与研究10）national character 民族性格11）domino effect 多米诺骨牌效应12）a tool for advancement 一种提升的工具，提高（自己）的方法13）hale and hearty (美)健壮的，矍铄的14）the virtues of reading 阅读的益处（好处）15）a sense of superiority 一种优越感Into English1) 免予恐惧be free from fear (panic)2) 从他父亲那里继承财产to inherit property from his father3) 和学生互动to interact with students4) 给年轻人作榜样to set an example for the youths (to act as a model for young people)5）对挑战作出反应to react/respond to challenges6) 反抗压迫to rebel against oppression7) 渴望成功to aspire to success8) 怀疑他们的动机be suspicious of their motives9) 认真记住历史教训commit the lessons of history to memory10) 向这些人让步give way to these people11）将这地区一分为二to divide this region into two parts12) 干涉我们的内部事务to interfere with our internal affairs13) 主修土木工程to major in civil engineering14) 把他们从绝望中救出来to save them from despair15) 导致经济萧条to result in economic recession/slump/depression3.Fill in the blanks with appropriate words.1)into, in, with, for2)to, to,3)of, at, up, in, against4)to, to, off, to5)to/for, at, in/with6)in, to, from7)among, to, out of4.Translate the following sentences, using words and expressions from the text. 1). I suspected that the book might not be in print. I checked with the bookstore people, and they told me that I was right. The book had been out of print for years.2). One memorable story in the novel concerns how Liu Bei tried not to arouse Cao Cao’s suspicion about his ambitions, because if he did his life would be at stake.3). When Cao Cao called him a real hero, Liu Bei was so shocked that he dropped his chopsticks. But he cleverly covered up his suspicious behavior.4). The first suspect was the victim’s son. The police suspected him of murdering his father because the neighbors had heard them fighting on the night of the killing. 5). In learning, the important thing is not to commit everything to memory, but to use your imagination and think creatively as well as critically.6). He must have been the funniest burglar imaginable. He broke into a house, ate and drank to his heart’s content, and remained dead drunk until discovered the next morning, with a perfectly content look on his face.7). I have trouble remembering people’s names. I imagine it must result from old age.8). We often live under many imaginary threats and feel disheartened as a result.9). I suspect we teachers sometimes underestimate students’ mental capacities. Young people as a matter of fact have very imaginative minds.5.Fill in the blanks with appropriate prepositions or adverbs.1)-5) C A BA C 6)-10) A C A B CGrammarTranslation从小我就在书里寻找能代表理想、能作为楷模，并且能成为我发展前景的女主角——其中几位反映出隐藏在我内心深处、不为人知的自我，另一些则为我指出崭新的方向，告诉我一个女人（只要她敢！）通过努力可能成为的那种人。

现代大学英语精读5lesson2课文Two_Kinds

Two KindsAmy TanMy mother believed you could be anything you wanted to be in America. You could open a restaurant. You could work for the government and get good retirement. You could buy a house with almost no money down. You could become rich. You could become instantly famous.“Of course, you can be a prodigy1, too,” my mother told me when I was nine. “You can be best anything. What does Auntie Lindo know? Her daughter, she is only best tricky.”America was where all my m other’s hopes lay. She had come to San Francisco in 1949 after losing everything in China: her mother and father, her home, her first husband, and two daughters, twin baby girls. But she never looked back with regret. Things could get better in so many ways.We didn’t immediately pick the right kind of prodigy. At first my mother thought I could be a Chinese Shirley Temple2. We’d watch Shirley’s old movies on TV as though they were training films. My mother would poke my arm and say, “Ni kan.You watch.” And I would see Shirley tapping her feet, or singing a sailor song, or pursing her lips into a very round O while saying “Oh, my goodness.”“Ni kan,” my mother said, as Shirley’s eyes flooded with tears. “You already know how. Don’t need talent for crying!”Soon after my mother got this idea about Shirley Temple, she took me to the beauty training school in the Mission District and put me in the hands of a student who could barely hold the scissors without shaking. Instead of getting big fat curls, I emerged with an uneven mass of crinkly black fuzz3. My mother dragged me off to the bathroom and tried to wet down my hair.“You look like a Negro Chinese,” she lamented, as if I had done this on purpose.The instructor of the beauty training school had to lop off4 these soggy clumps to make my hair even again. “Peter Pan5is very popular these days” the instructor assured my mother. I now had bad hair the length of a boy’s, with curly bangs that hung at a slant two inches above my eyebrows. I liked the haircut, and it made meactually look forward to my future fame.In fact, in the beginning I was just as excited as my mother, maybe even more so.I pictured this prodigy part of me as many different images, and I tried each one on for size. I was a dainty ballerina girl standing by the curtain, waiting to hear the music that would send me floating on my tiptoes. I was like the Christ child lifted out of the straw manger, crying with holy indignity. I was Cinderella6stepping from her pumpkin carriage with sparkly cartoon music filling the air.In all of my imaginings I was filled with a sense that I would soon become perfect: My mother and father would adore me. I would be beyond reproach. I would never feel the need to sulk, or to clamor for anything. But sometimes the prodigy in me became impatient. “If you don’t hurry up and get me out of here, I’m disappearing for good,” it warned. “And then you’ll always be nothing.”Every night after dinner my mother and I would sit at the Formica7topped kitchen table. She would present new tests, taking her examples from stories of amazing children that she read in Ripley’s Believe It or Not or Good Housekeeping, Reader’s digest, or any of a dozen other magazines she kept in a pile in our bathroom. My mother got these magazines from people whose houses she cleaned. And since she cleaned many houses each week, we had a great assortment. She would look through them all, searching for stories about remarkable children.The first night she brought out a story about a three-year-old boy who knew the capitals of all the states and even the most of the European countries. A teacher was quoted as saying that the little boy could also pronounce the names of the foreign cities correctly. “What’s the capital of Finland?” my mother aske d me, looking at the story.All I knew was the capital of California, because Sacramento8 was the name of the street we lived on in Chinatown9. “Nairobi10!” I quessed, saying the most foreign word I could think of. She checked to see if that might be one way to pronounce “Helsinki11” before showing me the answer.The tests got harder - multiplying numbers in my head, finding the queen of hearts in a deck of cards, trying to stand on my head without using my hands, predicting the daily temperatures in Los angeles, New York, and London.One night I had to look at a page from the Bible for three minutes and then report everything I could remember. “Now Jehoshaphat had riches12 and honor in abundance and that’s all I remember, Ma,” I said.And after seeing, onc e again, my mother’s disappointed face, something inside me began to die. I hated the tests, the raised hopes and failed expectations. Before going to bed that night I looked in the mirror above the bathroom sink, and I saw only my face staring back---and understood that it would always be this ordinary face ---I began to cry. Such a sad, ugly girl! I made high-pitched noises like a crazed animal, trying to scratch out the face in the mirror.And then I saw what seemed to be the prodigy side of me---a face I had never seen before. I looked at my reflection, blinking so that I could see more clearly. The girl staring back at me was angry, powerful. She and I were the same. I had new thoughts, willful thoughts or rather, thoughts filled with lots of won’ts. I won’t let her change me, I promised myself. I won’t be what I’m not.So now when my mother presented her tests, I performed listlessly, my head propped on one arm. I pretended to be bored. And I was. I got so bored that I started counting the bellows of the foghorns out on the bay while my mother drilled me in other areas. The sound was comforting and reminded me of the cow jumping over the moon. And the next day I played a game with myself, seeing if my mother would give up on me before eight bellows. After a while I usually counted ony one bellow, maybe two at most. At last she was beginning to give up hope.Two or three months went by without any mention of my being a prodigy. And then one day my mother was watching the Ed Sullivan Show13 on TV. The TV was old and the sound kept shorting out. Every time my mother got halfway up from the sofa to adjust the set, the sound would come back on and Sullivan would be talking. As soon as she sat down, Sullivan would go silent again. She got up, the TV broke into loud piano music. She sat down, silence. Up and down, back and forth, quiet and loud. It was like a stiff, embraceless dance between her and the TV set. Finally, she stood by the set with her hand on the sound dial.She seemed entranced by the music, a frenzied little piano piece with a mesmerizing quality, which alternated between quick, playful passages and teasing,lilting ones.“Ni kan,” my mother said, calling me over with hurried hand gestures. “Look here.”I could see why my mother was fascinated by the music. It was being pounded out by a little Chinese girl, about nine years old, with a Peter Pan haircut. The girl had the sauciness of a Shirley Temple. She was proudly modest, like a proper Chinese Child. And she also did a fancy sweep of a curtsy, so that the fluffy skirt of her white dress cascaded to the floor like petals of a large carnation.In spite of these warning signs, I wasn’t worried. Our family had no piano and we couldn’t afford to buy one, let alone reams of sheet music and piano less ons. So I could be generous in my comments when my mother badmouthed14 the little girl on TV.“Play note right, but doesn’t sound good!” my mother complained “No singing sound.”“What are you picking on her for?” I said carelessly. “She’s pretty good. Mayb e she’s not the best, but she’s trying hard.” I knew almost immediately that I would be sorry I had said that.“Just like you,” she said. “Not the best. Because you not trying.” She gave a little huff as she let go of the sound dial and sat down on the sofa.The little Chinese girl sat down also, to play an encore of “Anitra’s Tanz,” by Grieg15. I remember the song, because later on I had to learn how to play it.Three days after watching the Ed Sullivan Show my mother told me what my schedule would be for piano lessons and piano practice. She had talked to Mr. Chong, who lived on the first floor of our apartment building. Mr.Chong was a retired piano teacher, and my mother had traded housecleaning services for weekly lessons and a piano for me to practice on every day, two hours a day, from four until six.When my mother told me this, I felt as though I had been sent to hell. I wished and then kicked my foot a little when I couldn”t stand it anymore.“Why don’t you like me the way I am? I’m not a genius! I can’t play the piano. And even if I could, I wouldn’t go on TV if you paid me a million dollars!” I cried.My mother slapped me. “Who ask you be genius.”she shouted. “Only ask you beyour best. For you sake. You think I want you be genius? Hnnh! What for! Who ask you!”“So ungrateful,”I heard her mutter in chinese. “If she had as much talent as she had temper, she would be famous now.”Mr. Chong, whom I secretly nicknamed Old Chong, was very strange, always tapping his fingers to the silent music of an invisible orchestra. He looked ancient in my eyes. He had lost most of the hair on top of his head and he wore thick glasses and had eyes that always thought, since he lived with his mother and was not yet married.I met Old Lady Chong once, and that was enough. She had a peculiar smell, likea baby that had done something in its pants, and her fingers felt like a dead person’s, like an old peach I once found in the back of the refrigerator: its skin just slid off the flesh when I picked it up.I soon found out why Old Chong had retired from teaching piano. He was deaf. “Like Beethoven!” he shouted to me “We’re both listening only in our head!” And he would start to conduct his frantic silent sonatas16.Our lessons went like this. He would open the book and point to different things, explaining, their purpose: “Key! Treble! Bass! No sharps or flats! So this is C major! Listen now and play after me!”And then he would play the C scale a few times, a simple cord, and then, as if inspired by an old unreachable itch, he would gradually add more notes and running trills and a pounding bass until the music was really something quite grand.I would play after him, the simple scale, the simple chord, and then just play some nonsense that sounded like a cat running up and down on top of garbage cans. Old Chong would smile and applaud and say “Very good! Bt now ou must learn to keep time!”So that’s how I discovered that Old Chong’s eyes were too slow to keep up with the wrong notes I was playing. He went through the motions in half time. To help me keep rhythm, he stood behind me and pushed down on my right shoulder for every beat. He balanced pennies on top of my wrists so that I would keep them still as I slowly played scales and arpeggios17. He had me curve my hand around an apple and keep that shame when playing chords. He marched stiffly to show me how to makeeach finger dance up and down, staccato18 like an obedient little soldier.He taught me all these things, and that was how I also learned I could be lazy and get away with mistakes, lots of mistakes. If I hit the wrong notes because I hadn’t practiced enough, I never corrected myself, I just kept playing in rhythm. And Old Chong kept conducting his own private reverie.19So maybe I never really gave myself a fair chance. I did pick up the basics pretty quickly, and I might have become a good pianist at the young age. But I was so determined not to try, not to be anybody different, and I learned to play only the most ear-splitting preludes, the most discordant hymns.Over the next year I practiced like this, dutifully in my own way. And then one day I heard my mother and her friend Lindo Jong both after church, and I was leaning against a brick wall, wearing a dress with stiff white petticoats. Auntie Linds daughter, Waverly, who was my age, was standing farther down the wall, about five feet away. We had grown up together and shared all the closeness of two sisters, squabbling over crayons and dolls. In other words, for the most part, we hated each other. I thought she was snotty. Waverly Jong had gained a certain amount of fame as “Chinatown’s Littlest Chinese Chess Champion.”“She bring home too many trophy.” Auntie Lindo lamented that Sunday. “All day she play chess. All day I h ave no time do nothing but dust off her winnings.” She threw a scolding look at Waverly, who pretended not to see her.“You lucky you don’t have this problem,” Auntie Lindo said with a sigh to my mother.And my mother squared her shoulders and bragge d “our problem worser than yours. If we ask Jing-mei wash dish, she hear nothing but music. It’s like you can’t stop this natural talent.”And right then I was determined to put a stop to her foolish pride.A few weeks later Old Chong and my mother conspired to have me play in a talent show that was to be held in the church hall. But then my parents had saved up enough to buy me a secondhand piano, a black Wurlitzer spinet with a scarred bench. It was the showpiece of our living room.For the talent show I was to play a piece called “Pleading Child” fromSchumann’s Scenes From Childhood. It was a simple, moody piece that sounded more difficult than it was. I was supposed to memorize the whole thing. But I dawdled over it, playing a few bars and then cheating, looking up to see what notes followed. I never really listed to what I was playing. I daydreamed about being somewhere else, about being someone else.The part I liked to practice best was the fancy curtsy: right foot out, touch the rose on the carpet with a pointed foot, sweep to the side, bend left leg, look up, and smile.My parents invited all the couples from their social club to witness my debut. Auntie Lindo and Uncle Tin were there. Waverly and her two older brothers had also come. The first two rows were filled with children either younger or older than I was. The littlest ones got to go first. They recited simple nursery rhymes, squawked out tunes on miniature violins, and twirled hula hoops20 in pink ballet tutus21, and when they bowe d or curtsied, the audience would sigh in unison, “Awww,” and then clap enthusiastically.When my turn came, I was very confident. I remember my childish excitement. It was as if I knew, without a doubt, that the prodigy side of me really did exist. I had no fear whatsoever, no nervousness. I remember thinking, This is it! This is it! I looked out over the audience, at my mother’s blank face, my father’s yawn, Auntie Lindo’s stiff-lipped smile, Waverly’s sulky expression. I had on a white dress, layere d with sheets of lace, and a pink bow in my Peter Pan haircut. As I sat down, I envisioned people jumping to their feet and Ed Sullivan rushing up to introduce me to everyone on TV.And I started to play. Everything was so beautiful. I was so caught up in how lovely I looked that I wasn’t worried about how I would sound. So I was surprised when I hit the first wrong note. And then I hit another and another. A chill started at the top of my head and began to trickle down. Yet I couldn’t stop playing, as though my hands were bewitched. I kept thinking my fingers would adjust themselves back, like a train switching to the right track. I played this strange jumble through to the end, the sour notes staying with me all the way.When I stood up, I discovered my legs were shaking. Maybe I had just beennervous, and the audience, like Old Chong had seen me go through the right motions and had not heard anything wrong at all. I swept my right foot out, went down on my knee, looked up, and smiled. The room was quiet, except fot Old Chong, who was beaming and shouting “Bravo! Bravo! Well done!” By then I saw my mother’s face, her stricken face. The audience clapped weakly, and I walked back to my chair, with my whole face quivering as I tried not to cry, I heard a little boy whisper loudly to his mother. “That was awful,” and mother whispered “Well, she certainly tried.”And now I realized how many people were in the audience, the whole world, it seemed. I was aware of eyes burning into my back. I felt the shame of my mother and father as they sat stiffly through the rest of the show.We could have escaped during intermission. Pride and some strange sense of honor must have anchored my parents to their chairs. And so we watched it all. The eighteen-year-old boy with a fake moustache who did a magic show and juggled flaming hoops while riding a unicycle. The breasted girl with white make up who sang an aria from Madame Butterfly22and got an honorable mention. And the eleven-year-old boy who was first prize playing a tricky violin song that sounded like a busy bee.After the show the Hsus, the Jongs, and the St. Clairs, from the Joy Luck Club, came up to my mother and father.“Lots of talented kids,” Auntie Lindo said vaguely, smiling broadly. “That was something else,” my father said, and I wondered if he was referring to me in a humorous way, or whether he even remembered what I had done.Waverly looked at me and shrugged her shoulders. “You aren’t a genius like me,” she said matter-of-factly. And if I hadn’t felt so bad, I would have pulled her braids and punched her stomach.But my mother’s expression was what devastated me: a quiet, blank look that said she had lost everything. I felt the same way, and everybody seemed now to be coming up, like gawkers at the scene of an accident to see what parts were actually missing. When we got on the bus to go home, my father was humming the busy-bee tune and my mother kept silent. I kept thinking she wanted to wait until we got homebefore shouting at me. But when my father unlocked the door to our apartment, my mother walked in and went straight to the back, into the bedroom. No accusations, No blame. And in a way, I felt disappointed. I had been waiting for her to start shouting, so that I could shout back and cry and blame her for all my misery.I had assumed that my talent-show fiasco meant that I would never have to play the piano again. But two days later, after school, my mother came out of the kitchen and saw me watching TV.“Four clock,” s he reminded me, as if it were any other day. I was stunned, as though she were asking me to go through the talent-show torture again. I planted myself more squarely in front of the TV.“Turn off TV,” she called from the kitchen five minutes later. I didn’t budge. And then I decided, I didn’t have to do what mother said anymore. I wasn’t her slave. This wasn’t China. I had listened to her before, and look what happened she was the stupid one.She came out of the kitchen and stood in the arched entryway of the living room. “Four clock,” she said once again, louder.“I’m not going to play anymore,” I said nonchalantly23. “Why should I? I’m not a genius.”She stood in front of the TV. I saw that her chest was heaving up and down in an angry way.“No!” I said, and I now felt stronger, as if my true self had finally emerged. So this was what had been inside me all along.“No! I won’t!” I screamed. She snapped off the TV, yanked me by the arm and pulled me off the floor. She was frighteningly strong, half pulling, half carrying me towards the piano as I kicked the throw rugs under my feet. She lifted me up onto the hard bench. I was sobbing by now, looking at her bitterly. Her chest was heaving even more and her mouth was open, smiling crazily as if she were pleased that I was crying.“You want me to be something that I’m not!” I sobbed. “I’ll never be the kind of daughter you want me to be!”“Only two kinds of daughters,” she shouted in Chinese. “Those who are obedient and those who follow their own mind! Only one kind of daughter can live in thishouse. Obedient daughter!”“Then I wish I weren’t your daughter, I wish you weren’t my mother,” I shouted. As I said these things I got scared. It felt like worms and toads and slimy things crawling out of my chest, but it also felt good, that this awful side of me had surfaced, at last.“Too late to change this,” my mother said shrilly.And I could sense her anger rising to its breaking point. I wanted see it spill over. And that’s when I remembered the babies she had lost in China, the ones we never talked about. “Then I wish I’d never been born!” I shouted. “I wish I were dead! Like them.”It was as if I had said magic words. Alakazam!-her face went blank, her mouth closed, her arms went slack, and she backed out of the room, stunned, as if she were blowing away like a small brown leaf, thin, brittle, lifeless.It was not the only disappointment my mother felt in me. In the years that followed, I failed her many times, each time asserting my will, my right to fall short of expectations. I didn’t get straight As24. I didn’t become class president. I didn’t get into Stanford. I dropped out of college.Unlike my mother, I did not believe I could be anything I wanted to be, I could only be me.And for all those years we never talked about the disaster at the recital or my terrible delarations afterward at the piano bench. Neither of us talked about it again, as if it were a betrayal that was now unspeakable. So I never found a way to ask her why she had hoped for something so large that failure was inevitable.And even worse, I never asked her about what frightened me the most: Why had she given up hope? For after our struggle at the piano, she never mentioned my playing again. The lessons stopped The lid to the piano was closed shutting out the dust, my misery, and her dreams.So she surprised me. A few years ago she offered to give me the piano, for my thirtieth birthday. I had not played in all those years. I saw the offer as a sign of forgiveness, a tremendous burden removed. “Are you sure?” I asked shyly. “I mean, won’t you and Dad miss it?” “No, this your piano,” she said firmly. “Always your如有帮助欢迎下载支持piano. You only one can play.”“Well, I probably can’t play anymore,” I said. “It’s been years.” “You pick up fast,” my mother said, as if she knew this was certain. “You have natural talent. You could be a genius if you want to.”“No, I couldn’t.”“You just not trying,” my mother said. And she was neither angry nor sa d. She said it as if announcing a fact that could never be disproved. “Take it,” she said.But I didn’t at first. It was enough that she had offered it to me. And after that, everytime I saw it in my parents’living room, standing in front of the bay wi ndow, it made me feel proud, as if it were a shiny trophy that I had won back.Last week I sent a tuner over to my parent’s apartment and had the piano reconditioned, for purely sentimental reasons. My mother had died a few months before and I had been bgetting things in order for my father a little bit at a time. I put the jewelry in special silk pouches. The sweaters I put in mothproof boxes. I found some old chinese silk dresses, the kind with little slits up the sides. I rubbed the old silk against my skin, and then wrapped them in tissue and decided to take them hoe with me.After I had the piano tuned, I opened the lid and touched the keys. It sounded even richer that I remembered. Really, it was a very good piano. Inside the bench were the same exercise notes with handwritten scales, the same sedcondhand music books with their covers held together with yellow tape.I opened up the Schumann book to the dark little piecce I had played at the recital. It was on the left-hand page, “Pleading Child” It l ooked more difficult than Iremembered. I played a few bars, surprised at how easily the notes came back to me. And for the first time, or so it seemed, I noticed the piece on the right-hand side, It was called “Perfectly Contented” I tried to play this on e as well. It had a lighter melody but with the same flowing rhythm and turned out to be quite easy. “Pleading Child” was shorter but slower; “Perfectly Contented” was longer but faster. And afterI had played them both a few times, I realized they were two halves of the same song.11。

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导学案职⾼英语拓展Unit2lifeisallaboutchoicesLife is all about ChoicesUnit 2 Making choices in lifeReading Life is all about choices导学案教学⽬标（⼀）、知识⽬标通过阅读，理解整篇课⽂的⼤意。

（⼆）、能⼒⽬标通过组织各种课堂活动，如提问、讨论、阅读等培养和强化学⽣的语⾔实践和⾃主学习的能⼒。

（三）、情感⽬标1．通过了解迈克的故事，当我们⾝处逆境时，该如何选择，⽣活要有积极乐观的态度。

2．联系⽣活，⽣活中还有许多事需要选择，如何选择决定于⾃⼰的态度。

教学重点、难点1．如何利⽤课堂教学，培养学⽣⾃主、合作、探究学习的能⼒。

2. 学会运⽤⼀些阅读技巧skimming和scanning 。

课前预习Ⅰ.Review the new wordsⅡ.Preview some phrases1. used to do sth.. _______2. wake up____________3. learn a good lesson _______4. either…or…__________5. think about _________6. make a choice __________7. take a positive outlook_______ 8. instead of…_______9. lose hope__________ 10. several years later______11. get depressed________思考与讨论Ⅲ.Warming up1.Discussion questions①What is the biggest decision you have ever made?②If you have a chance to choose only one from the following things when you get up one morning, which one do you want most? Tell the reason.e.g. a good college a warm familya better self a good mood2.PresentationIn my opinion, … is the most important because…I think … is important since…2Life is all about Choices课⽂阅读Ⅳ.Fast Reading1. What are the two choices Mike would make every day?———————————————————————————————————————2. What are the two kinds of attitudes one must choose from in the life?———————————————————————————————————————Ⅴ.Careful Reading1. What kind of young man was Mike?———————————————————————————————————————2. What did I learn from Mike?———————————————————————————————————————3. Several years later, what happened to me?———————————————————————————————————————4.What made me succeed in business?———————————————————————————————————————效果检测Ⅵ.T or F1. Mike was always in a bad mood. ( )2. Each time something happens, Mike chooses to learn a good lesson. ( )3. You make your life either happy or depressing.( )4. The writer chose a pessimistic attitude.( )美句欣赏1. Life is all about choices.2. Each morning I wake up and say to myself ‘Mike, You have two choices today. You can choose to be in a good mood or you can choose to be in a bad mood.’ I choose to be in a good mood.3. You’re living your life and you make it either happy or depressing.4. Choose the one you love and love the one you choose.。

现代大学英语精读5lesson2 two kinds plot1.xPPT课件一等奖新名师优质课获奖

But Jing-mei made a mess of her performance.Undoubtedly this was a heavy blow to her mother. The girl expected angry accusatios from her mother. But to her surprise and disappointment, nothing happened when she got home.
This part is about the mother’s unsuccessful attempt to change her daughter into a Chinese Shirley Temple.
In the beginning the child was as excited as the mother about becoming a prodigy.
This change of attitudes leads to the gradual development of the conflict.
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Section 3(para.21-28)
While watching a Chinese girl playing the piano on an Ed Sullivan Show, a new idea flashed into the mother’s head: Why not my daughter can be a good pianist like that Chinese girl?
The relationship between mother and daughter was getting more and more tense.

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Unit2单词讲义be reunited with词性：动词短语中文意思：与某人或某物再次团聚英文释义：to be brought back together again with someone or something词源：re（重新）+ unite（联合）+ with（与...一起）例句：After years of separation, they were finally reunited with their family.固定搭配：be reunited with sb/sth近义词：rejoin, reconnect, reunite, join upweaken词性：动词中文意思：削弱，减弱英文释义：to make or bee weaker词源：来自古英语的wæcenian，意为“变弱”例句：The illness weakened his body.固定搭配：weaken one's position, weaken the economy, weaken the argument 近义词：decrease, reduce, diminish, abatepessimistic词性：形容词中文意思：悲观的，消极的英文释义：believing that good things are unlikely to happen词源：来自希腊语的πεσίμιστος（pessimistikos），意为“悲观的”例句：She has a pessimistic attitude towards life.固定搭配：pessimistic outlook, pessimistic view, pessimistic prediction近义词：negative, defeatist, disheartened, hopelessanticipate词性：动词中文意思：预期，期待，预料英文释义：to think or believe that something will happen in the future词源：来自拉丁语的anticipatus，意为“走在前面的”例句：We anticipate a busy day at work tomorrow.固定搭配：anticipate success, anticipate problems, anticipate changes近义词：expect, foresee, predict, look forward topossession词性：名词中文意思：拥有，占有；所有物英文释义：the state of having or owning something词源：来自拉丁语possidere（占有）例句：He was charged with the possession of illegal drugs.固定搭配：in possession of 拥有，占有近义词：ownership, control, managementabnormal词性：形容词中文意思：不正常的，反常的英文释义：not normal; deviating from what is standard, typical, or expected 词源：来自拉丁语abnormis（异常的）例句：The doctor diagnosed an abnormal heart rhythm.固定搭配：abnormal behavior 异常行为近义词：unusual, irregular, atypicalwidespread词性：形容词中文意思：广泛的，普遍的英文释义：existing or happening over a large area or among many people 词源：来自中古英语wide + spread（展开）例句：The disease has bee widespread in the region.固定搭配：widespread rumor 谣言，广泛传播的谣言近义词：extensive, extensive, farreaching, universalrecognition词性：名词中文意思：认可，承认；识别，认出英文释义：the act of recognizing someone or something as being true, valid, or important; the ability to recognize someone or something词源：来自拉丁语recognoscere（认识）例句：She received recognition for her outstanding work.固定搭配：social recognition 社会认可，社会地位的认可近义词：acknowledgment, acknowledgement, approval, validationphrase词性：名词中文意思：短语，词组英文释义：a group of words without spaces that has a particular meaning and is often used as a unit in language词源：来自拉丁语phrasis（表达）例句：She repeated the phrase several times to memorize it.固定搭配：catchphrase 口号，标语；idiom phrase 习语短语近义词：expression, term, wordingcooperate词性：动词中文意思：合作，协作英文释义：to work together with someone or something for a mon purpose词源：来自拉丁语cooperari（共同工作）例句：We need to cooperate to finish this project on time.固定搭配：cooperate with 与...合作；cooperate fully 充分合作近义词：collaborate, team up, work togetherfee词性：名词中文意思：费用，酬金英文释义：an amount of money paid for a service or for permission to do something词源：来自古英语feoh（钱）例句：The doctor's fee is very high.固定搭配：application fee 申请费；tuition fee 学费；consultation fee 咨询费近义词：charge, cost, priceuniversity fees词性：名词短语中文意思：大学费用英文释义：the amount of money that needs to be paid to attend a university词源：fee（费用）+ university（大学）例句：Many students struggle to pay their university fees.outstretched词性：形容词中文意思：伸出的，展开的英文释义：reaching out as far as possible; extended or stretched out词源：来自动词outstretch，意为“伸出，展开”例句：He ran up to her, his arms outstretched.（他张开双臂向她跑去。

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青年在选择职业时的考虑（Young people's choice of career）Young people's choice of careerThe provisions of the animal nature itself to he should follow the scope of activities in this animal is made within the scope of activities, not out of this range, there would not even consider what other range. God also gives out a common goal to make the ennobling mankind and himself, but God who can seek the means to achieve this goal; God let people choose in society most suited to him, and he can make the most improved social status.It's a place where poets are far superior to other creatures, but it's also the act that could destroy a human life, destroy all his plans, and make him miserable. So, seriously considering this choice is undoubtedly the primary responsibility of young people who are beginning to live on the road and not willing to take their most important career to chance. Before everyone has a goal, this goal seems at least he is great, but if the most profound belief in the innermost voice that this goal is great, he is actually great, because God does not make the world completely without a guide; he speaks softly but firmly for inspiration.However, this voice is very easy to be overwhelmed; we think it is the thing of inspiration can be the product of the moment and moment can perhaps also gone. No, our dreams arise spontaneously, our feelings of excitement, our eyes fall into a reverie, we pursue what we think is God himself has pointed out to us; but we dream things will soon make us hate -- and our entire existence is destroyed.Therefore, we should seriously consider: does the chosen profession really inspire us? Does our heart agree? This inspiration is a delusion? Do we think that the thing that God summons is a self deception? But if we don't find the source of inspiration, how can we recognize that? What is great glory, glory is caused by vanity, vanity and easy inspiration or a we feel is encouraging things; but is fame made people have not possessed by ghosts, reason to dominate him, and he fell headlong into the irresistible desire drives him to go; he no longer choose his status in society, and let the chance to decide his fantasy and.Our mission is not to get a best to show the occupation, because he is not the kind that we have long been engaged in and never tired, never slack, never depressed the occupation, on the contrary, we will soon feel that our wishes are not met, we did not realize the ideal, we will complain.But it's not just vanity that causes sudden enthusiasm for one or the other. Perhaps, we ourselves will beautify this profession with fantasy, and beautify it as the supreme thing that life can provide. We did not analyze it carefully, and did not weigh all his heft, the great responsibility that she had us to bear; we only watched him from a distance, and observation from afar was unreliable.Here, our own reason can not serve as an adviser to us, because it is neither by experience nor by intensive observation, but deceived by emotion and blinded by fantasy. However, where should our eyes go? Where we lose our sense, who will supportus?Our parents, they have come a long way of life, tasted the bitterness of this world. Our hearts remind us of that.If we can calm on all the components recognize selected occupation, after understanding his suffering, we are still full of enthusiasm for him, we still love him and feel for him, then we should choose him, then we will neither by enthusiasm deceive nor haste.But we are not always able to choose the professions that we think fit; our relationships in society,And before we have the ability to make a decisive impact on them, they have already begun to establish in some degree.Our system often threatens us, but nobody dares to despise his rights.Sure, we can go beyond the limit of the system, but in this way, we may boast faster; in this case, we are venturing to build in crumbling ruins, our life will become a battle between the mental and the bodily principle unfortunate war. But a person who can not overcome the elements of his own struggle. How can we resist the violent impact of life, and how can we engage in activities quietly? However, only from quiet to produce a magnificent career, quiet is the only soil to grow mature fruit.Although our system is not suitable for our occupation, not lasting work, and work together rarely fun, but in order tofulfill their duties and sacrifice their own happy thoughts inspire us to work hard regardless of the frail. If we choose the occupation ability, so we can't do it well, we will soon feel incompetent, and say to yourself, we are useless, is unable to complete its mission and members of society. The inevitable result is improperly belittle oneself. Are there any more painful feelings than this? Is there any other feeling that is more difficult to compensate for by the outside? Improperly belittle oneself is a poisonous snake, he always tooth bite our hearts, sucking the moisture of life in which the blood injection, disgust and despair of venom. If we mistakenly estimate our ability to think of a career that is carefully considered, then this mistake will be punished. Even without outside blame, we feel more terrible than the outside blame.If we put it all over the East, if the conditions of our life permit us to choose any occupation, then we can choose a is our most dignified occupation; a choice based on our correct ideas on convinced of its occupation; one can provide us a wide place to for human activities, close to the common goal (for this goal, all the occupation is only means) - perfection occupation.Respect for Yan is the most noble thing, his activities and all his efforts have noble qualities, that is, to make him blameless, admired by others and above all things.But, can give a person with dignity only this occupation, in this occupation is that we are not as servile tools, but in their own field of independent creation; this occupation doesn't need decent action (even if only on the surface of indecent action), even the most excellent characters with noble pride in him. Theprofessions that best meet these requirements are not necessarily the highest professions, but they are always the most professional.But, just as a demeaning profession would degrade us, the profession that we thought was wrong was bound to make us feel depressed.Here, we have nothing to save but self deception, and how terrible it is to save ourselves by self deception!What is not primarily the intervention of life itself, but the occupation of the study of abstract truth, is the most dangerous for young people who have no firm principles and firm and unshakable convictions. At the same time, if these careers are deeply rooted in our hearts, if we can sacrifice their lives and do our utmost for their dominant ideology, these professions seem to be the noblest.These occupations can make the right person happy, but it must also be those who do not consider the impulse to rush on the destruction of the people.On the contrary, attaching importance to the thought as the foundation of our profession will make us occupy a higher position in society and improve our dignity, which is our unshakable behavior.A person who chooses the profession he values,He would shudder at the thought that he might not be competent- just because he was noble in society and his behavior was noble.In choosing a career, the main indicator we should follow is human happiness and our own perfection. Should not think that the two kinds of interests is hostile, conflict with each other, an interest must destroy another; human nature is such that people only as perfect, contemporary people work for their happiness, to be perfect.If a person works only for himself, he may become a famous scholar, wise man, an excellent poet, but he can never be a great man in the perfect.The history that those for the common goal of labor and become a noble man is great; experience for most people praise those who bring happiness is the most happy person; religion itself teaches us that everyone admired the ideal person, had to sacrifice their own human -- those who deny this kind of education?If we choose the best for human welfare and labor occupation, so the burden is not put us down, because this is for everyone and dedication; then what we feel is not poor, limited, selfish pleasures, our happiness will belong to millions of people, our cause will silently, but eternal play a role to exist, and in the face of our ashes, noble people will shed tears.Marx was first published in the eleventh volume of the history of socialism and workers' movement in August 12, 1835, Leipzig edition, 1925。