八二班经典诵读Seasons of the year

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四季之歌(英文作文)

Title: The Symphony of Seasons: An Ode to Nature's RhythmsNature's calendar turns in a timeless dance, painting the world anew with each passing season. Spring, summer, autumn, and winter—each brings its own melody to the symphony of life, composing a harmonious score that resonates deeply within our souls. This essay is a celebration of the four seasons, exploring how they weave together to create the rich tapestry of Earth's annual cycle.Spring: The Prelude of RenewalSpring awakens with a tender touch, a prelude that signals the earth's rebirth. Gentle rains kiss the soil, coaxing slumbering seeds to stretch and sprout, transforming barren landscapes into lush, verdant canvases. Flowers bloom in a riot of colors, their fragrances mingling in the air like sweet perfumes. Birds return from their long migrations, their joyous songs filling the skies. In spring, the world is a poem of renewal, a reminder of life's unyielding resilience.Summer: The Crescendo of LifeAs summer arrives, the symphony reaches a crescendo, a vibrant overture of vitality and growth. Sunlight pours down in golden streams, warming the earth and nurturing all living things. Trees stand tall, their leaves forming a canopy that shelters the creatures below. Fields and forests abound with life, from buzzing bees collecting nectar to playful children chasing butterflies. Summer is the season of abundance, a feast for the senses where days are long and dreams are free to soar.Autumn: The Interlude of ReflectionAutumn follows, a reflective interlude that ushers in a quieter, more contemplative mood. Leaves turn to shades of amber, crimson, and gold, adorning the trees in a regal attire before their final descent to the ground. Harvest moons rise, casting a soft glow over fields now ripe with bounty. Cool breezes carry the scent of woodsmoke and the promise of change. As nature prepares for its winter slumber, autumn invites us to pause, to reflect on the year's journey and to gather the fruits of our labors. Winter: The Coda of RestWinter arrives as the coda, a peaceful conclusion that offers rest and restoration. Snow blankets the earth in a serene white quilt, muffling sounds and creating a world of hushed wonder. Ice crystals form intricate patterns on windows, telling tales of frosty nights. Fires crackle in hearths, offering warmth and comfort against the chill. Winter is a season of introspection, a time to draw close to loved ones and to recharge, readying ourselves for the cycle to begin anew.Harmony in DiversityEach season contributes its unique voice to the symphony of nature, demonstrating the beauty of diversity and change. They remind us of the cyclical nature of life, teaching us patience, resilience, and the importance of adaptation. Just as the seasons follow one another in a seamless flow, so too does life move forward, with each phase bringing its own lessons and gifts.In the symphony of seasons, we find a mirror of our own lives—a series of beginnings, middles, and ends, all connected in an eternal loop. Let us embrace each season with open hearts, cherishing the moments of growth, the periods of reflection, and the times of rest. For in the ever-changing rhythms of nature, we discover the enduring melody of existence, a song that connects us all.。

适合七年级英语朗诵的范文

适合七年级英语朗诵的范文There are four seasons in a year. They are spring, summer, autumn and winter.Spring is a beautiful season. The days get longer and the nights get shorter. The sun shines brightly. Flowers start to come out. They are colorful and lovely. Birds sing happily in the trees. It is warm and the wind is gentle. People like to go outside and enjoy the fresh air. They often fly kites or have a picnic.Summer is very hot. The days are long and the nights are short. The sun is like a big fireball in the sky. There are always many beautiful flowers everywhere. People like to go swimming in the pool or in the sea. They can also eat ice - cream to cool down. It is a great season for vacations.Autumn is a harvest season. The leaves on the trees turn yellow, red and brown. They fall down like butterflies. Farmers are very busy because they have to harvest their crops. The weather becomes cooler. People can enjoy many kinds of fruits, such as apples, pears and grapes.Winter is cold. Sometimes it snows. The world becomes white. Children love winter very much because they can make snowmen and have snowball fights. Christmas is also in winter. People usually spend time with their families and give presents to each other.All the four seasons are wonderful. Each season has its own beauty and we can do different things in different seasons.My school is a very nice place. It is not too big but very clean and beautiful.There are several teaching buildings in my school. The classrooms are bright and spacious. There are desks and chairs for us to study. On the walls, there are some pictures and educational posters.Our school also has a big library. There are thousands of books in it. We can borrow books from the library and read them in our free time. It helps us to learn more knowledge.There is a playground in our school. It is a great place for us to do sports. We can play basketball, football, run and do other exercises there. After class, the playground is full of students' laughter.The teachers in my school are very kind and helpful. They teach us alot of knowledge and how to be a good person. They are like our parents at school.I love my school very much. It is not only a place for us to study, but also a place full of joy and growth.I have many hobbies. Hobbies make my life more interesting.One of my hobbies is reading. Reading is like opening a door to a new world. I can read different kinds of books, such as story books, science books and history books. When I read a story book, I can feel the different emotions of the characters. When I read a science book, I can learn about the mysteries of nature and science. Reading makes me become more intelligent.I also like listening to music. Music has a magic power. When I am tired, listening to soft music can make me relax. When I am happy, I will listen to some cheerful music to express my feelings. Different kinds of music can bring different feelings to me.Drawing is another hobby of mine. I can use my pencils and papers to create my own world. I can draw beautiful landscapes, lovely animals and my dear family members. Through drawing, I can show my creativity and imagination.In addition, I like playing sports. Playing sports can make my body strong. I often play basketball with my friends. We run, jump and pass the ball on the playground. It is not only a sport but also a good way to make friends.These are my hobbies. They are an important part of my life.。

两分钟少儿英语小故事：四季TheFourSeasons

英语作文范文带翻译：四季一年有四个季节。春天很暖和，我们可以看到许多花儿和蝴蝶。夏天很热，所以我们喜欢在河里游泳。当秋天来临时，天气转凉。一些树的叶子开始落下。冬天非常冷，我们不得不穿上较厚的衣服，但我们可以堆雪人玩雪球。因此，每个季节都很可爱。
冬天非常冷我们不得不穿上较厚的衣服但我们可以堆雪人玩雪球
There are four seWe can see many flowers and butterflies. Summer is hot, so we like swimming in the river. When autumn comes, the weather turns cool, some trees’ leaves start to fall. Winter is very cold. We have to put on thicker clothes, but we can make snowmen and play snowballs. So every season is lovely.

Unit 16 The seasons of the year

参考教案 Unit 16 The seasons of the year 示例一一、教学目标与要求通过本单元教学，使学生能用英语简单描述四季的各个不同特点，能就季节问题进行简单问答，对天气冷暖等现象作出正确表述。

初步掌握反意疑问句的提问方法和应答。

小结用在季节、时间等前面介词的用法，并要求学生掌握。

继续培养学生的阅读理解能力，逐步提高对阅读速度的要求。

继续训练学生用简单英语复述课文的能力。

从本单元教学起，教师应指导学生有计划地复习课本后面附的读音与拼法。

复习形式、每次的复习量均由教师根据学生情况自定。

以在期末前整个复习一遍为最低要求。

二、教学重点与难点1．句型： 1）What's the weather like? 2）It's very cold today, isn't it? 3）You're from England, aren't you? 4）Which part of…do you come from? 5）I like…better than… 6）I like …best.2．语法：学习反意疑问句的构成和用法；小结用在季节、时间前面的介词。

3．日常交际用语：谈论季节变化。

三、课时安排本单元共用5课时，第六十三课用2课时，其余各课用1课时。

参考教案 Unit 16 The seasons of the year 第六十二课示例一第六十二课 Lesson Sixty-two一、教学内容1．词汇（略）。

2．句型： 1）It's very cold today, isn't it? 2）You are from England, aren't you? 3）Which part of…do you come from?3．语法：学习反意疑问句的结构和用法。

二、教具录音机；一张澳大利亚地图和一张英国地图（教师可自己制作简图）。

《Seasons of the year》教学赏析

《Ｓｅａｓｏｎｓｏｆｔｈｅｙｅａｒ＞＞教学赏析
摘要：本文通过对一节英文小诗的教学研讨课的分析．从三个方面论述这节课的亮点．提出高效课堂，押什么韵，等等。通过讨论这些问题，ＲｅａｄｉｎｇＢ的答
我们八年级的学生正值青春年少我们正值spring正如thedaysbright所言春天有温暖的阳光也有春面不含杨柳风的微风的抚摸其实这儿的windy何尝不是人生中可能应经历的风雨不经风雨何以见彩虹没有今天的风雨相伴怎么会有明天的brightfuture
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王华云
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历历在目，经久难忘。执教者先用问题“ Ｈｏｗｍａｎｙｓｅａｓｏｎｓａｒｅｔｈｅｒｅｉｎａｙｅａｒ？ ” 开门见山地进入正题：Ｓｅａｓｏｎｓｏｆｔｈｅｙｅａｒ．再用多媒体展示一年四
季春、夏、秋、冬的四幅图片。这四幅图片把学生立刻带进了春暖花开的春天、如火如茶的夏季、金灿灿的收获的秋天、冰天雪地的冬天。以Ｗｈｉｃｈｓｅａｓｏｎｄｏｙｏｕｌｉｋｅｂｅｓｔ？Ｗｈｙ？为活动主线．引导学生用自己的语言描述这几幅画．在欣赏画面的同时．训练学生的口语能力和运用英语的能力，以及看图说话能力。在学生熟练地谈论图片、流利地表达自己所喜爱的季节后，执教者“ 笔锋一转 ” ，用英语导入新课：刚才我们进行了看图说话，如果将这四幅图片的内容连起来，则一定是一首优美的散文诗。那么现在我们来欣赏一首小诗Ｓｅｏ￥ｏｎ￣ｏｆｔｈｅｙｅａｒ．通过读和欣赏这首诗歌，让我们一起走进诗的意境，体会诗歌的美。学生的学习热情被点燃，迫不及待地投入到下一环节，走进美妙的诗的世界里。二、读诗赏诗，体会意境美读诗、赏诗是这节课的中心环节，如何引导学生读、赏这首诗，执教者独具匠心、卓越的教学艺术令在座各位惊叹不已。１．读诗的环节有序进行。先是执教老师声情并茂、抑扬顿挫、和谐押韵地诵读．把一首看似简单的英文诗歌。读得那么投入、那么动听，像无数美丽的音符，跳跃在教室里、荡漾在听课者的心湖中。紧接着，让学生反复读；播放录音，让学生模仿读，直到学生读到押韵、读出诗的感觉、诗的韵律美。接下来，教师引导学生赏诗，更见其教学功底之深厚。先是让学生用自己的语言描述每一段诗的大意一懂诗。再问：Ｗｈａｔｉｓｔｈｅｍａｉｎｃｈａｒａｃｔｅｒｏｆａｐｏｅｍ？（诗歌的主要特点是什么？１学生通过自主探究、合作交流得出：押韵。进而引导学生找出韵脚有哪几个？谁教师的作用仍然是保证上课质量的重要因素。

英语朗诵We loveThe four seasons

We love the four seasonsWhich season do you like best?I like spring best of all! Spring is green with flowers and songs.Plants start to grow.Birds start to sing.Spring is warm and pretty.I often go on a picnic.I often fly a kite.Which season do you like best?I like summer best of all. Summer is hot and the days are long.I can go swimming.I can eat ice cream.Summer is sunny and happy.Summer vacation is coming.We start to have fun.Which season do you like best?I like autumn best of all.Autumn is golden and farmers are busy.The wind start to blow.Leaves fall from the trees.The weather is good and the colours are beautiful.I want to pick apples.I want to paint pictures.Which season do you like best?I like winter best of all.Winter is white and the year is gone.Snowflakes fall from the sky.Animals hide inside their holes.Winter is cold and snowy.I like to play in the snow.I like to make a snowman.Seasons come and seasons go.Changing all the time.We love the four seasons.。

牛津译林版八年级上册Unit7《Seasons》(Reading1)说课稿

牛津译林版八年级上册Unit 7《Seasons》（Reading 1）说课稿一. 教材分析《Seasons》（Reading 1）选自牛津译林版八年级上册，主要讲述了四个季节的特点以及人们在不同季节里的活动。

文章内容丰富，语言简练，贴近生活，易于学生理解和接受。

通过学习本篇文章，学生可以掌握季节的相关词汇和表达方式，提高阅读理解能力，同时也能培养他们对生活的热爱和观察力。

二. 学情分析八年级的学生已具有一定的英语基础，对日常生活中的事物有一定的了解。

但他们在阅读理解方面还需进一步提高，特别是对于长篇阅读材料的理解和分析能力。

此外，学生们的思维方式和表达手段较为单一，需要通过本节课的学习，激发他们的创新意识和表达能力。

三. 说教学目标1.知识目标：学生能够掌握季节的相关词汇和表达方式，了解四个季节的特点以及人们在不同季节里的活动。

2.能力目标：学生能够提高阅读理解能力，学会从文章中获取有用信息，并进行简单的信息整合和表达。

3.情感目标：通过学习本篇文章，培养学生对生活的热爱和观察力，激发他们积极向上的生活态度。

四. 说教学重难点1.重点：季节相关词汇的掌握和运用，以及阅读理解能力的提高。

2.难点：对文章中长句和复杂句型的理解，以及如何运用所学知识进行创新表达。

五. 说教学方法与手段本节课采用任务型教学法，以学生为主体，教师为主导。

通过设置各种任务，激发学生的学习兴趣和积极性，培养他们的自主学习能力。

同时，运用多媒体教学手段，丰富教学内容，提高学生的学习效果。

六. 说教学过程1.导入：教师通过提问方式引导学生谈论季节，激发学生的学习兴趣。

2.阅读理解：学生自主阅读文章，完成相关练习，教师进行讲解和解答。

3.词汇学习：教师引导学生学习文章中的季节词汇，并进行实际运用。

4.任务型活动：学生分组讨论，根据文章内容创作关于季节的短文。

5.展示与评价：各小组展示自己的作品，全班同学进行评价和投票。

6.总结与反思：教师对课堂内容进行总结，学生分享自己的学习收获和感悟。

冀教版六年级英语上册第三单元第13课season课件春夏秋冬1

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Lesson 13
六年级一班
Seasons
头寨镇中心小学
高利萍
Months Of The Year Song[标清版].i
Spring
Summer
Autumn
Winter
How many seasons in a year ?
There are four seasonsቤተ መጻሕፍቲ ባይዱin a year.
打雨伞
In summer
• The sun is hot.
太阳很热
• What a hot, sunny day!
多么炎热的天啊!
• In summer,I
put on shorts and T-shirt .
穿上短裤和T恤.
In autumn
• cool 凉爽的
• The wind blows the leaves off the trees.
一、选择 C in a year. • 1.There are four ____ A. days B. weeks C. seasons D. season • 2.Winter is cold. ____ A ice. A. there is B. there are C. There is D. There are • 3. I like the rain,____ B I don’t like to get wet. A. But B. but C. And D. and • 4. There is snow in____. C A. spring B. autumn C. winter D. summer B a hot sunny day! • 5. ____ A. How B. What C. Where D. When

英语绘本《四季》

秋天，果园里开始忙了然后我们会看到一车车的水果和谷物菊花也盛开了,香气四溢,季节，当秋天来了，树叶变成黄色或红色，十分美丽无数美丽的叶子随风飘荡
P8：冬天的到来，人们都穿上了厚厚的棉衣抵抗寒冷。冬天的到来也让一切失去了活力，让人疲惫。
P9：冬天的到来说明雪的脚步也近了，团团白雪，像仙女在空中洒下了一把把面粉，稀稀疏疏,若隐若现，纷纷扬扬的雪看不清数不尽，就像银天上的星星
Autumn, the orchard began to busy.
Chrysanthemum in full bloom, fragrance waft of the earth， refreshing 。
Then we‘ll see cartloads of fruit and grain。
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Translate 翻译
春天是一个美丽的季节，百花齐放，一到春天，大地复苏，万物重生，
P2:
有一句谚语说：春雨贵如油。雨像丝线一样，又轻又细。在春雨滋润下，庄稼长得更好了。
The arrival of winter and the snow in the footsteps of also is near 。 Little white snow ，Like a fairy in the air and a handful of flour ， Sparse, is like concealed 。 Couldn‘t see countless swirl of snow ， Just like the silver stars in the sky
Autumn is a beautiful season , too. when the fall comes ， The leaves become yellow or red ，Very beautiful 。 Countless beautiful leaves ， Blowing in the wind，

译林牛津版 8A Unit7 Reading I 公开课教学课件共24张PPT

spring
bees and butterflies shower ['ʃauə]
['temprətʃə] temperature
40°C
hot
streams
trees and shade
[ʃeid]
ice cream
swimming pool
quiet streams
trees and shade sweet memories
When autumn comes ,the (10) __l_e_a_v_e_s_____ turn brown and (11)___f_a_ll______into piles upon the ground .Farmers are busy harvesting (12)____c_ro_p_s_____ .Soon it will be a new year once
Exercises 1: Say something about the four seasons.
Seasons of the year (PB4P84)
In winter ,white (1) ___sn__o_w______ covers the whole earth .It is often very cold and the (2)_t_e_m__p_e_ra_t_u_r_e__ can drop below zero .
They hide from the April showers.
Let's enjoy the beauty!
Winter days are full osfnoswnow, When trees and flowers forget tgorogwrow, And the birds fly faarwayway To find a warm and sunnyddaayy.

英语诗歌朗诵-Thefourseasons.（5篇）

英语诗歌朗诵-Thefourseasons.（5篇）第一篇：英语诗歌朗诵-The four seasons.The four seasonsI love spring best of all!Spring is warm and rainy.New leaves start to grow.Birds begin to build their nests（鸟巢）.I always wear a sweater I also bring my umbrella（雨伞）.I love summer best of all.Summer is hot and sunny.Flowers and fruits grow.Butterflies are busy with their jobs.I always wear T-shirt.I also bring my sunglass（太阳镜）.I love（fall）autumn best of all.Autumn is cool and cloudy.Leaves fall from the trees.Birds leave their nests to fly far away.I always wear a jacket jeans and sport shoes on my feet.I also bring my cap.I love winter best of all.Winter is cold and snowy.Snowflakes(雪花)fall from the sky.Animals hide inside their holes.I always wear an overcoat（雨衣）.and winter boots on my feet.I also bring my scarf and gloves(手套).第二篇：英语诗歌朗诵稿英语诗歌朗诵稿Lake of AutumnI remember quite clearly now when the story happened.The autumn leaves were floating in measure down to the ground, recovering the lake, where we used to swim like children, under the sun was there to shire.That time we used to be happy.Well, I thought we were.But the truth was that you had been longing to leave me, not daring to tell me.On that precious night, watching the lake, vaguely conscious.You said:“ our story is ending.”The rain was killing the last days of summer, you had been killing my last breath of love, since a long time ago.I still don't think I'm gonna make it through another love story.You took itall away from me.And there I stand, I knew I was going to be the one left behind.But still I'm watching the lake, vaguely conscious, and I know my life is ending.英语诗歌朗诵稿二These Things Shall Never Die 这些美好不会消逝By--Charles Dickens/查尔斯.狄更斯The pure.the bright,the beautiful, 一切纯洁的,辉煌的,美丽的，That stirred our hearts in youth, 强烈地震撼着我们年轻的心灵的, The impulses to wordless prayer, 推动着我们做无言的祷告的, The dreams of love and truth;让我们梦想着爱与真理的;The longing after something's lost, 在失去后为之感到珍惜的, The spirit's yearning cry, 使灵魂深切地呼喊着的，The striving after better hopes-为了更美好的梦想而奋斗着的-These things can never die.这些美好不会消逝。

译林牛津八年级英语上册第七单元第二课时：seasons of the year reading1 课

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New phrases study
8.再一次 once again 9.躲避 hide from 10. 收割庄稼 harvest crops
11. 忘记生长 forget to grow
Let‘s enjoy the beauty 轻声跟读 of the poem!
Please read together with the tape Pay attention to the poem’s stops
harvest crops
['hɑːvɪst]
[ paɪl ]
fall into piles upon the ground
成堆落在地上
10
It is a
season.
what are they doing?
is the coldest season.
make snowmen.
New words study
rhymes with
__g_r_ow____.
2. Away rhymes with _d_a_y_____.
3.Bright rhymes with ___k_it_e___.
4. Flowers rhymes with __sh_o_w_e_r_s_.
5w phrases study
1. 充满 be full of=be filled with 2. 飞到远处 fly far away 3.温暖又晴朗的一天 a warm and sunny day 4.放风筝 fly a kite 5. 在花丛中嬉戏 play among flowers 6. 变成棕色 turn brown 7. 落在地上一堆 fall into piles upon the

安徒生童话英文版：TheStoryoftheYear一年的故事

安徒生童话英文版：TheStoryoftheYear一年的故事"I know who he is," said an old raven sitting on a fence rail. Now, this raven was wise enough to know that we are all like little birds in the sight of the Lord, so he wasn't above speaking to the sparrows and answering their question."Yes, I know who the old man is. He's Winter, the old man of last year. He isn't dead, as the calendar says; no, he is guardian to little Prince Spring, who is coming. Yes, Winter rules here now. Ugh! The cold makes you shiver, doesn't it, you small creatures?""Yes," replied the smallest sparrow. "Didn't I tell you? The calendar is only a stupid invention of men, and isn't arranged according to nature. They ought to leave that sort of thing to us; we're born much more sensitive than they are."So one week passed away; yes, almost two weeks went by. The forest was black, and the frozen lake still lay hard and stiff, looking like a sheet of lead. The clouds, like damp cold mists, lay brooding over the land, while the great black crows flew in long silent lines. It was as if nature were sleeping.Then a sunbeam glided over the surface of the lake, and it shone like melted tin. The snowy blanket over field and hill did not glitter quite so coldly. But still the white form of King Winter sat, his gaze fixed unswervingly toward the south. He did not notice that the snowy carpet seemed to sink very slowly into the earth itself and that here and there little grass-green patches were appearing. But the sparrows crowded into these patches, chirping, "Peep! Peep! Is spring coming now?""Spring!" It resounded over the field and meadow and through the dark-brown woods, where the green moss was shining on the tree trunks. And through the air, from far away inthe south, the first two storks came flying swiftly, carrying on their backs two lovely children, a little boy and a little girl. They greeted the earth with a kiss, and wherever they set their little feet, tiny white flowers pushed up from beneath the snow. Then the children ran hand in hand to the old man of ice, Winter, greeted and embraced him. At that moment they and he and all the field around them were hidden in a thick, damp mist that closed down like a dark, heavy veil. Then the wind rose gradually until it was roaring and drove away the mist with its heavy blast, so that the sun shone warmly, and Winter had vanished, while the beautiful children of spring on the throne of the year."That's what I call a new year!" cried the sparrows. "Now we'll again get our rights back and make up for the hard winter!"Wherever the two children turned, bushes and trees put forth new green buds, the grass shot upward, and the cornfields turned green and became more and more lovely. And the little maiden strewed flowers all around. She carried them in her apron up before her, and it was always full of them; indeed, they seemed to grow there, for her lap was always full, however wantonly she tossed the flowers about. In her eagerness she scattered a drifting snow of blossoms over the apple trees and peach trees, so that they burst forth in full beauty before their green leaves had fully shown themselves.Then she clapped her hands, and the boy clapped his, and great flocks of birds came flying - nobody knew where they came from - and all sang, "Spring has come!"It was beautiful to behold. Many an aged grandmother came out of her doorway into the bright sunshine, gleefully gazing at the bright yellow flowers that dotted the fields just as they used to do when she was young. The world seemed young again toher, and she said, "It is a blessing to be out here today."The forest still wore its dress of brown-green buds, but the fresh and fragrant bokar was already there. There were violets in abundance; anemones and primroses sprang up; and sap and strength were in each blade of grass. That grass was a marvelous carpet, on which no one could resist sitting, so the young spring couple sat hand in hand, and sang and smiled, and grew taller.A mild rain fell down on them from heaven, but they scarcely noticed it, for the raindrops were mingled with their own tears of happiness. The bride and bridegroom kissed each other, and at that moment all the verdure of the woods was unfolded, and when the sun rose all the forest was green.Hand in hand, the betrothed pair wandered under the fresh, hanging canopy of leaves, where the rays of the sun flickered through in lovely, ever-changing green shadows. What virgin purity, what refreshing balm there was in those delicate leaves! Clearly and quickly the brooks and streams rippled over the colored pebbles and among the velvety green rushes. All nature seemed to cry, "There is abundance, and there shall always be abundance!" And the lark caroled and the cuckoo sang; it was beautiful spring. But the willows kept woolly gloves over their blossoms; they were desperately careful of their tender buds, and that is too bad!So the days and weeks went by, and the heat seemed to whirl down. The corn became more and more yellow as hot waves of air swirled through it. The great white water lily of the north spread its huge green leaves on the mirror surface of the lakes, and the fishes lingered in the shady spots beneath them. At the sheltered edge of the wood, where the sun beat down on the walls of the farmhouse, warming the blooming roses and thecherry trees laden with juicy black berries, which were almost hot from the fierce beams, there sat the lovely woman of summer. She it is whom we have seen as a child and as a bride.Her gaze was fixed on the rising blue-black, heavy clouds which, in wavy outlines, were piling themselves up like mountains, higher and higher. Growing like a petrified, reversed ocean, they came from three sides, swooping toward the forest, where all sounds had been silenced as if by magic. Every breath of air was stilled; every bird was mute. A grave suspense hung over all nature; and in the highways and lanes people, on foot or horseback or in carriages, hurried toward shelter.。

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安徒生童话故事第：一年的故事The Story of the Year(3)安徒生童话故事第50篇：一年的故事The Story of the Year“That may be all very well,” said another sparrow, who had been hopping about for a long time, chirping, but not saying anything of consequence, “but I have found a few comforts here in town which, I’m afraid, I should miss out in the country. Here in this neighborhood, there lives a family of people who have been so sensible as to place three or four flower-pots against the wall in the court-yard, so that the openings are all turned inward, and the bottom of each points outward. In the latter a hole has been cut large enough for me to fly in and out. I and my husband have built a nest in one of these pots, and all our young ones, who have now flown away, were brought up there. The people who live there of course made the whole arrangement that they might have the pleasure of seeing us, or they would not have done it. It pleased them also to strew bread-crumbs for us, and so we have food, and may consider ourselves provided for. So I think my husband and I will stay where we are; although we are not very happy, but we shall stay.”“And we will fly into the country,” said the others, “to see if spring is coming.” And away they flew.In the country it was really winter, a few degrees colder than in the town. The sharp winds blew over the snow-covered fields. The farmer, wrapped in warm clothing, sat in his sleigh, and beat his arms across his chest to keep off the cold. The whip lay on his lap. The horses ran till they smoked. The snow crackled, the sparrows hopped about in the wheel-ruts, and shivered, crying, “Tweet, tweet; when will spring come? It is very long in coming.”“Very long indeed,” sounded over the fiel d, from thenearest snow-covered hill. It might have been the echo which people heard, or perhaps the words of that wonderful old man, who sat high on a heap of snow, regardless of wind or weather. He was all in white; he had on a peasant’s coarse white co at of frieze. He had long white hair, a pale face, and large clear blue eyes. “Who is that old man?” asked the sparrows.“I know who he is,” said an old raven, who sat on the fence, and was condescending enough to acknowledge that we are all equal in the sight of Heaven, even as little birds, and therefore he talked with the sparrows, and gave them the information they wanted. “I know who the old man is,” he said. “It is Winter, the old man of last year; he is not dead yet, as the calendar says, but acts as guardian to little Prince Spring who is coming. Winter rules here still. Ugh! the cold makes you shiver, little ones, does it not?”“There! Did I not tell you so?” said the smallest of the sparrows. “The calendar is only an invention of man, and is not arranged according to nature. They should leave these things to us; we are created so much more clever than they are.”One week passed, and then another. The forest looked dark, the hard-frozen lake lay like a sheet of lead. The mountains had disappeared, for over the land hung damp, icy mists. Large black crows flew about in silence; it was as if nature slept. At length a sunbeam glided over the lake, and it shone like burnished silver. But the snow on the fields and the hills did not glitter as before. The white form of Winter sat there still, with his un-wandering gaze fixed on the south. He did not perceive that the snowy carpet seemed to sink as it were into the earth; that here and there a little green patch of grass appeared, and that these patches were covered with sparrows.“Tee-wit, tee-wit; is spring coming at last?”Spring! How the cry resounded over field and meadow, and through the dark-brown woods, where the fresh green moss still gleamed on the trunks of the trees, and from the south came the two first storks flying through the air, and on the back of each sat a lovely little child, a boy and a girl. They greeted the earth with a kiss, and wherever they placed their feet white flowers sprung up from beneath the snow. Hand in hand they approached the old ice-man, Winter, embraced him and clung to his breast; and as they did so, in a moment all three were enveloped in a thick, damp mist, dark and heavy, that closed over them like a veil. The wind arose with mighty rustling tone, and cleared away the mist. Then the sun shone out warmly. Winter had vanished away, and the beautiful children of Spring sat on the throne of the year.“This is really a new year,” cried all the sparrows, “now we shall get our rights, and have some return for what we suffered in winter.”Wherever the two children wandered, green buds burst forth on bush and tree, the grass grew higher, and the corn-fields became lovely in delicate green.The little maiden strewed flowers in her path. She held her apron before her: it was full of flowers; it was as if they sprung into life there, for the more she scattered around her, the more flowers did her apron contain. Eagerly she showered snowy blossoms over apple and peach-trees, so that they stood in full beauty before even their green leaves had burst from the bud. Then the boy and the girl clapped their hands, and troops of birds came flying by, no one knew from whence, and they all twittered and chirped, singing “Spring has come!” How beautiful everything was! Many an old dame came forth from her doorinto the sunshine, and shuffled about with great delight, glancing at the golden flowers which glittered everywhere in the fields, as they used to do in her young days. The world grew young again to her, as she said, “It is a blessed time out here to-day.” The forest already wore its dress of dark-green buds. The thyme blossomed in fresh fragrance. Primroses and anemones sprung forth, and violets bloomed in the shade, while every blade of grass was full of strength and sap. Who could resist sitting down on such a beautiful carpet? and then the young children of Spring seated themselves, holding each other’s hands, and sang, and laughed, and grew. A gentle rain fell upon them from the sky, but they did not notice it, for the rain-drops were their own tears of joy. They kissed each other, and were betrothed; and in the same moment the buds of the trees unfolded, and when the sun rose, the forest was green. Hand in hand the two wandered beneath the fresh pendant canopy of foliage, while the sun’s rays gleamed through the opening of the shade, in changing and varied colors. The delicate young leaves filled the air with refreshing odor. Merrily rippled the clear brooks and rivulets between the green, velvety rushes, and over the many-colored pebbles beneath. All nature spoke of abundance and plenty. The cuckoo sang, and the lark carolled, for it was now beautiful spring. The careful willows had, however, covered their blossoms with woolly gloves; and this carefulness is rather tedious. Days and weeks went by, and the heat increased. Warm air waved the corn as it grew golden in the sun. The white northern lily spread its large green leaves over the glossy mirror of the woodland lake, and the fishes sought the shadows beneath them. In a sheltered part of the wood, the sun shone upon the walls of a farm-house, brightening the blooming roses, and ripening the black juicyberries, which hung on the loaded cherry-trees, with his hot beams. Here sat the lovely wife of Summer, the same whom we have seen as a child and a bride; her eyes were fixed on dark gathering clouds, which in wavy outlines of black and indigo were piling themselves up like mountains, higher and higher. They came from every side, always increasing like a rising, rolling sea. Then they swooped towards the forest, where every sound had been silenced as if by magic, every breath hushed, every bird mute. All nature stood still in grave suspense. But in the lanes and the highways, passengers on foot or in carriages were hurrying to find a place of shelter. Then came a flash of light, as if the sun had rushed forth from the sky, flaming, burning, all-devouring, and darkness returned amid a rolling crash of thunder. The rain poured down in streams,—now there was darkness, then blinding light,—now thrilling silence, then deafening din. The young brown reeds on the moor waved to and fro in feathery billows; the forest boughs were hidden in a watery mist, and still light and darkness followed each other, still came the silence after the roar, while the corn and the blades of grass lay beaten down and swamped, so that it seemed impossible they could ever raise themselves again. But after a while the rain began to fall gently, the sun’s rays pierced the clouds, and the water-drops glittered like pearls on leaf and stem. The birds sang, the fishes leaped up to the surface of the water, the gnats danced in the sunshine, and yonder, on a rock by the heaving salt sea, sat Summer himself, a strong man with sturdy limbs and long, dripping hair. Strengthened by the cool bath, he sat in the warm sunshine, while all around him renewed nature bloomed strong, luxuriant, and beautiful: it was summer, warm, lovely summer. Sweet and pleasant was the fragrance wafted from the clover-field, wherethe bees swarmed round the ruined tower, the bramble twined itself over the old altar, which, washed by the rain, glittered in the sunshine; and thither flew the queen bee with her swarm, and prepared wax and honey. But Summer and his bosom-wife saw it with different eyes, to them the altar-table was covered with the offerings of nature. The evening sky shone like gold, no church dome could ever gleam so brightly, and between the golden evening and the blushing morning there was moonlight. It was indeed summer. And days and weeks passed, the bright scythes of the reapers glittered in the corn-fields, the branches of the apple-trees bent low, heavy with the red and golden fruit. The hop, hanging in clusters, filled the air with sweet fragrance, and beneath the hazel-bushes, where the nuts hung in great bunches, rested a man and a woman—Summer and his grave consort.“See,” she exclaimed, “what wealth, what blessings surround us. Everything is home-like and good, and yet, I know not why, I long for rest and peace; I can scarcely express what I feel. They are already ploughing the fields again; more and more the people wish for gain. See, the storks are flocking together, and following the plough at a short distance. They are the birds from Egypt, who carried us through the air. Do you remember how we came as children to this land of the north; we brought with us flowers and bright sunshine, and green to the forests, but the wind has been rough with them, and they are now become dark and brown, like the trees of the south, but they do not, like them, bear golden fruit.”“Do you wish to see golden fruit?” said the man, “then rejoice,” and he lifted his arm. The leaves of the forest put on colors of red and gold, and bright tints covered the woodlands. The rose-bushes gleamed with scarlet hips, and the branches ofthe elder-trees hung down with the weight of the full, dark berries. The wild chestnuts fell ripe from their dark, green shells, and in the forests the violets bloomed for the second time. But the queen of the year became more and more silent and pale.“It blows cold,” she said, “and night brings the damp mist;I long for the land of my childhood.” Then she saw the storks fly away every one, and she stretched out her hands towards them. She looked at the empty nests; in one of them grew a long-stalked corn flower, in another the yellow mustard seed, as if the nest had been placed there only for its comfort and protection, and the sparrows were flying round them all.“Tweet, where has the master of the nest gone?” cried one, “I suppose h e could not bear it when the wind blew, and therefore he has left this country. I wish him a pleasant journey.”The forest leaves became more and more yellow, leaf after leaf fell, and the stormy winds of Autumn howled. The year was now far advanced, and upon the fallen, yellow leaves, lay the queen of the year, looking up with mild eyes at a gleaming star, and her husband stood by her. A gust of wind swept through the foliage, and the leaves fell in a shower. The summer queen was gone, but a butterfly, the last of the year, flew through the cold air. Damp fogs came, icy winds blew, and the long, dark nights of winter approached. The ruler of the year appeared with hair white as snow, but he knew it not; he thought snow-flakes falling from the sky covered his head, as they decked the green fields with a thin, white covering of snow. And then the church bells rang out for Christmas time.“The bells are ringing for the new-born year,” said the ruler, “soon will a new ruler and his bride be born, and. I shall g o to rest with my wife in yonder light-giving star.”In the fresh, green fir-wood, where the snow lay all around, stood the angel of Christmas, and consecrated the young trees that were to adorn his feast.“May there be joy in the rooms, and under the gree n boughs,” said the old ruler of the year. In a few weeks he had become a very old man, with hair as white as snow. “My resting-time draws near; the young pair of the year will soon claim my crown and sceptre.”“But the night is still thine,” said the ange l of Christmas, “for power, but not for rest. Let the snow lie warmly upon the tender seed. Learn to endure the thought that another is worshipped whilst thou art still lord. Learn to endure being forgotten while yet thou livest. The hour of thy freedom will come when Spring appears.”“And when will Spring come?” asked Winter.“It will come when the stork returns.”And with white locks and snowy beard, cold, bent, and hoary, but strong as the wintry storm, and firm as the ice, old Winter sat on the snowdrift-covered hill, looking towards the south, where Winter had sat before, and gazed. The ice glittered, the snow crackled, the skaters skimmed over the polished surface of the lakes; ravens and crows formed a pleasing contrast to the white ground, and not a breath of wind stirred, and in the still air old Winter clenched his fists, and the ice lay fathoms deep between the lands. Then came the sparrows again out of the town, and asked, “Who is that old man?” The raven sat there still, or it might be his son, which is the same thing, and he said to them,—“It is Winter, the old man of the former year; he is not dead, as the calendar says, but he is guardian to the spring, which is coming.”“When will Spring come?” asked the sparrows, “for we shall have better times then, and a better rule. The old times are worth nothing.”And in quiet thought old Winter looked at the leafless forest, where the graceful form and bends of each tree and branch could be seen; and while Winter slept, icy mists came from the clouds, and the ruler dreamt of his youthful days and of his manhood, and in the morning dawn the whole forest glittered with hoar frost, which the sun shook from the branches,—and this was the summer dream of Winter.“When will Spring come?” asked the sparrows. “Spring!” Again the echo sounded from the hills on which the snow lay. The sunshine became warmer, the snow melted, and the birds twittered, “Spring is coming!” And high in the air flew the first stork, and the second followed; a lovely child sat on the back of each, and they sank down on the open field, kissed the earth, and kissed the quiet old man; and, as the mist from the mountain top, he vanished away and disappeared. And the story of the year was finished.“This is all very fine, no doubt,” said the sparrows, “and it is very beautiful; but it is not according to the calendar, therefore, it must be all wrong.”。

英语绘本以Seasons为主题描绘祖国四季的变化

英语绘本以Seasons为主题描绘祖国四季的变化一年四季，春夏秋冬周而复始。

每个季节都有它不同的一番景象，都是美的，但各有特点。

你对它们了解多少呢？Does it always feel the same outside?外面的感觉总是一样吗？Oh no, not when the seasons change.哦，不，当季节变化时。

Let's read more.让我们多读一点。

Good-bye,winter!再见，冬天！Soon spring will be here again.很快春天就又来了。

It's warming up.天气正在变暖。

Good-bye,spring!再见，春天！Soon summer will be here again.很快夏天又来了。

Don't be afraid of the heat.不要害怕炎热。

Good-bye,summer!再见，夏天！Soon fall will be here again.很快秋天就又到了。

It's cooling off.天气变冷了。

Good-bye，fall.再见，秋天。

Soon winter will be here again. 很快冬天就又来了。

The last few leaves drop.最后几片叶子掉下来了。

The snow comes.雪来了。

How does it feel outside today? 今天外面感觉怎么样？The weather could be just right! 天气可能恰到好处！But it won't stay the same.但它不会保持不变。

Seasons change!季节是变化的！。