Unit 3 英美文化欣赏
高中英语Unit3Theworldofcoloursandlight英美文化欣赏教案(含解析)牛津译林版选修8
Unit 3 The world of colours and light【导读】你喜欢画画吗？你了解会画画的人吗？阅读短篇小说《画册的一页》，让你认识会画画的伊恩·费伦奇。
【节选】Feuille d'albumHe really was an impossible person.Too shy，and he had nothing at all to say.When he came to your studio，he just sat there，silent.When he finally went，blushing red all over his face，you wanted to scream and throw something at him.The strange thing was that at first sight he looked most interesting.Everybody agreed about that.You saw him in a café one evening，sitting in a corner with a glass of coffee in front of him.He was a thin boy，who always wore a blue shirt and a grey jacket that was a little too small for him.He looked just like a boy who has decided to run away to sea.You expected him to get up at any moment，and walk out into the night and be drowned.He had short black hair，grey eyes，white skin and a mouth that always looked ready for tears.Oh，just to see him did something to your heart！And he had this habit of blushing.If a waiter spoke to him，he turned red!‘Who is he，my dear? Do you know？’‘Yes.His name is Ian French.He paints.They say he's very clever.Someone I know tried to mother him.She asked him how often he had a letter from home，if he had enough blankets on his bed，how much milk he drank.Then she went to his studio to make sure he had enough clean shirts.She rang and rang the bell，but nobody came to the door，although she was sure he was there...Hopeless！’Someone else decided he ought to fall in love.She called him to her，took his hand，and told him how wonderful life can be for those who are brave.But when she went to his studio one evening，she rang and rang...Hopeless.‘What the poor boy really needs is excitement，’a third woman said.She took him to cafés and nightclubs，dark places where the drinks cost too much and there were always stories of a shooting the night before.Once he got very drunk，but still he said nothing，and when she took him home to his studio，he just said‘goodnight’and left her outside in the street...Hopeless.Other women tried to help him—women can be very kind—but finally they，too，were defeated.We are all busy people，and why should we spend our valuable time onsomeone who refuses to be helped?‘And anyway，I think there is something rather odd about him，don't you agree？He can't be as innocent as he looks.Why come to Paris if you don't intend to have any fun？’He lived at the top of a tall，ugly building，near the river.As it was so high，the studio had a wonderful view.From the two big windows he could see boats on the river and an island covered with trees.From the side window he looked across to a smaller and uglier house，and down below there was a flower market.You could see the tops of huge umbrellas with bright flowers around them，and plants in boxes.Old women moved backwards and forwards among the flowers.Really，he didn't need to go out.There was always something to draw.If any kind woman had been able to get into his studio，she would have had a surprise. He kept it as neat as a pin.Everything was arranged in its place，exactly like a painting—the bowl of eggs，the cups and the teapot on the shelf，the books and the lamp on the table.There was a red Indian cover on his bed，and on the wall by the bed there was a small，neatly written notice：GET UP AT ONCE.Every day was the same. When the light was good he painted，then cooked a meal and tidied the studio.In the evenings he went to the café or sat at home reading or writing a list which began：‘What I can afford to spend’．The list ended‘I promise not to spend more this month. Signed，Ian French’．Nothing odd about that；but the women were right. There was something else.One evening he was sitting at the side window eating an apple and looking down on to the tops of the huge umbrellas in the empty flower market.It had been raining，the first spring rain of the year，and the air smelled of plants and wet earth.Down below in the market，the trees were covered in new green.‘What kind of trees are they？’he wondered.He stared down at the small ugly house，and suddenly two windows opened like wings and a girl came out on to the balcony，carrying a pot of daffodils.She was a strangely thin girl in a dark dress，with a pink handkerchief tied over her hair.‘Yes，it is warm enough.It will do them good，’she said，putting down the pot，and turning to someone in the room inside.As she turned，she put her hands up to her hair to tidy it，and looked down at the market and up at the sky.She did not look at the house opposite. Then she disappeared.His heart fell out of the window and down to the balcony，where it buried itselfamong the green leaves of the daffodils.The room with the balcony was the sittingroom，and next to it was the kitchen. He heard her washing the dishes after supper，saw her come to the window to shake out the tablecloth.She never sang or combed her hair or stared at the moon as young girls are said to do. She always wore the same dark dress and pink handkerchief.Who did she live with？Nobody else came to the window，but she was always talking to someone.Her mother，he decided，was always ill. They took in sewing work.The father was dead...He had been a journalist.By working all day she and her mother just made enough money to live on，but they never went out and they had no friends.He had to make some new notices...‘Not to go to the window before six o'clock：signed，Ian French.Not to think about her until he had finished his painting for the day：signed，Ian French.’It was quite simple.She was the only person he wanted to know because she was，he decided，the only person alive who was exactly his age.He didn't want silly girls，and he had no use for older women.She was his age.She was—well，just like him.He sat in his studio，staring at her windows，seeing himself in those rooms with her.She was often angry.They had terrible fights，he and she.And she rarely laughed.Only sometimes，when she told him about a funny little cat she once had，who used to scratch and pretend to be fierce when she gave it meat to eat...Things like that made her ually，they sat together very quietly，talking in low voices，or silent and tired after the day's work.Of course，she never asked him about his pictures，and of course he painted the most wonderful pictures of her，which she hated because he made her so thin and so dark...But how could he meet her?Then he discovered that once a week，in the evening，she went shopping.On two Thursdays he saw her at the window in a coat，carrying a basket.The next Thursday，at the same time，he ran down the stairs.There was a lovely pink light over everything.He saw it reflected in the river，and the people walking towards him in the street had pink faces and pink hands.Outside the house he waited for her.He had no idea what he was going to do or say.‘Here she comes，’said a voice in his head.She walked very quickly，with small，light steps...What could he do？He could only follow...First she went to buy some bread.Then she went to a fish shop.She had to wait a long time in there.Then she went to the fruit shop and bought an orange.As he watchedher，he knew more surely than ever that he must talk to her，now.Her seriousness and her loneliness，even the way she walked—separate，somehow，distant from the other people in the street—all this was so natural，so right to him.‘Yes，she is always like that，’he thought proudly.‘She and I are different from these people.’But now she was going home，and he had not spoken to her.Then she went into another shop. Through the window，he saw her buying an egg. She took it carefully out of the basket—a brown egg，a beautiful one，the one he himself would have chosen.She came out of the shop，and he went in.A moment later he was out again，following her through the flower market，past the huge umbrellas，walking on fallen flowers.He followed her into the house and up the stairs.She stopped at a door and took a key out of her purse.As she put the key in the lock，he ran up to her.Blushing redder than ever，but looking straight at her，he said，almost angrily：‘Excuse me，Mademoiselle，you dropped this.’And he gave her an egg.画册的一页他真是个令人难以忍受的人。
18-19 高中英语人教版必修2Unit 3 英美文化欣赏
【导读】经典短篇小说《回家》(Going Home)是1971年10月14日刊登在《纽约邮报》上的一个感人的故事。
这个故事引出了以黄丝带迎接亲人回家。
认真阅读这篇美文，对比中外文化中对待重获自由的被囚禁者的态度的异同。
Going HomeI first heard this story a few years ago from a girl I hadmet in New York's Greenwich Village.Probably the story isone of those mysterious bits of folklore①that reappear everyfew years，to be told a new in one form or another.However，I still like to think that it really did happen，somewhere，sometime.They were going to Fort Lauderdale—three boys and three girls—and when they boarded the bus，they were carrying sandwiches and wine in paper bags，dreaming of golden beaches as the gray cold of New York vanished②behind them.As the bus passed through New Jersey，they began to notice Vingo.He sat in front of them，dressed in a plain，illfitting suit，never moving，his dusty face masking his age.He kept chewing the inside of his lip a lot，frozen into some personal cocoon ③of silence.Deep into the night，outside Washington，the bus pulled into Howard Johnson's，and everybody got off except Vingo.He sat rooted in his seat，and the young people began to wonder about him，trying to imagine his life：perhaps he was a sea captain，a runaway from his wife，an old soldier going home.When they went back to the bus，one of the girls sat beside him and introduced herself.“We're going to Florida，”she said brightly.“I hear it's really beautiful.”“It is，”he said quietly，as if remembering something he had tried to forget.“Want some wine？” she said.He smiled and took a swig④.He thanked her and retreated again into his silence.After a while，she went back to the others，and Vingo nodded in sleep.In the morning，they awoke outside another HowardJohnson's，and this time Vingo went in.The girl insisted thathe join them.He seemed very shy，and ordered black coffeeand smoked nervously as the young people chattered about sleeping on beaches.When they returned to the bus，the girl sat with Vingo again，and after a while，slowly and painfully，he told his story.He had been in jail in New York for the past four years，and now he was going home.“Are you married？”“I don't know.”“You don't know？” she said.“Well，when I was in jail I wrote to my wife，”he said.“I told her that I was going to be away a long time，and that if she couldn't stand it，if the kids kept asking questions，if it hurt too much，well，she could just forget me，I'd understand.Get a new guy，I said she's a wonderful woman，really something and forget about me.I told her she didn't have to write me for nothing.And she didn't.Not for three and a half years.”“And you're going home now，not knowing？”“Yeah，”he said shyly.“Well，last week，when I was sure the parole⑤was coming through，I wrote her again.We used to live in Brunswick，just before Jacksonville，and there's a big oak tree just as you come into town.I told her that if she'd take me back，she should put a yellow handkerchief on the tree，and I'd get off and come home.If she didn't want me，forget it—no handkerchief，and I'd go on through.”“Wow，”the girl exclaimed.“Wow.”She told the others，and soon all of them were in it，caught up in the approach of Brunswick，looking at the pictures Vingo showed them of his wife and three children.The woman was handsome in a plain way，the children still unformed in the muchhandled snapshots⑥.Now they were 20 miles from Brunswick，and the young people took over window seats on the right side，waiting for the approach of the great oak tree.The bus acquired a dark，hushed mood，full of the silence of absence and lost years.Vingo stopped looking，tightening his face into the excon's mask，as if fortifying himself against still another disappointment.Then Brunswick was ten miles，and then five.Then，suddenly，all of the young people were up out of their seats，screaming and shouting and crying，doing small dances of joy.All except Vingo.Vingo sat there stunned，looking at the oak tree.It was covered with yellow handkerchiefs—20 of them，30 of them，maybe hundreds，a tree that stood like a banner of welcome billowing in the wind.As the young people shouted，the old con rose and made his way to the front of the bus to go home.回家几年前我在纽约的格林尼治村从一位遇到的姑娘那儿第一次听到这个故事。
高中英语MODULE3LITERATURE英美文化欣赏教案(含解析)外研版选修7
Module 3 Literature【导读】《三十九级台阶》被改编成电影，于1935年在美国上映。
讲述了加拿大人汉纳意外被卷入间谍战，他不得不一次次的躲避追踪和暗杀，并要在有限的时间里找出真相。
I sat down in an armchair and felt very sick.After about five minutes I started shaking.The poor white face with its staring eyes was too much for me，so I got a tablecloth and covered it.Then I took the whisky bottle and drank several mouthfuls.I had seen men die violently before.I had killed a few myself in the Matabele War; but this was different.After a few more minutes I managed to calm myself down a little.I looked at my watch and saw that it was halfpast ten.I searched the flat carefully，but there was nobody there.Then I locked the doors and windows.By this time I was beginning to think more clearly.It looked bad for me—that was clear.It was now certain that Scudder's story was true—the proof was lying under the tablecloth.His enemies had found him and made sure of his silence.But he had been in my flat for four days，and they must think he had told his story to me.So I would be the next to die.It might be that night，or the next day，or the day after，but it was sure to happen.Then I thought of another problem.I could call the police now，or go to bed and wait for Paddock to discover the body and call them in the morning.But what would the police think? What story would I tell them about Scudder? I had lied to Paddock about him，and my story would be hard to believe.They would arrest me for murder，and I had no real frienaps that was part of the plan.An English prison would be a safe place for me until the 15th of June.Even if the police did believe my story，I would still be helping Scudder's enemies.Karolides would stay at home，which was what they wanted.Scudder's death had made me certain that his story was true; now I felt responsible for continuing his work.I hated to see a good man beaten，and if I carried on in Scudder's place，the murderers might not win.I decided I must disappear，and remain hidden until just before the 15th of June.Then I must contact some government people and tell them Scudder's story.I wished he had told me more，and that I had listened more carefully to what he had told me.There was a risk that the government would not believe me，but it was my best chance.Perhaps more evidence would appear which would help me to make my story believable.It was now the 24th of May，so I had twenty days of hiding.Two groups of people would be looking for me—Scudder's enemies，who would want to kill me，and the police，who would want me for Scudder's murder.There was going to be a chase，and，surprisingly，I was almost happy about this.I did not want to sit in one place and wait.If I could move，the situation did not seem so bad.我坐在扶手椅上，感到很恶心。
高中英语Unit3Tomorrow’sworld英美文化欣赏教案(含解析)牛津译林版必修4
Unit 3 Tomorrow’s world【导读】I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud是华兹华斯诗作中最广为流传的一篇。
请大家欣赏。
I Wandered Lonely as a CloudWilliam WordsworthI wandered lonely as a cloud，That floats on high o'er vales and hills，When all at once I saw a crowd，A host of golden daffodils；Beside the lake, beneath the trees，Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.Continuous as the stars that shine，And twinkle on the milky way，They stretched in neverending line，Along the margin of a bay；Ten thousand saw I at a glance，Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.The waves beside them danced；But they outdid the sparkling waves in glee；A poet could not but be gay；In such a jocund company；I gazed—and gazed—but little thought，What wealth the show to me had brought.For oft when on my couch I lie，In vacant or in pensive mood，They flash upon that inward eye，Which is the bliss of solitude，And then my heart with pleasure fills，And dances with the daffodils...我孤独地漫游，像一朵云华兹华斯我好似一朵孤独的流云，高高地飘游在山谷之上，突然我看见一大片鲜花，是金色的水仙遍地开放，它们开在湖畔，开在树下，它们随风嬉舞，随风波荡。
高中英语Module3英美文化欣赏教案含解析外研版选修6
Module 3 In terpers onal Relati on ships ........ ■英美文化欣赏 ..................【导读】 经典名著《傲慢与偏见》情节富有喜剧性，语言机智幽默，是奥斯丁小说中最受欢迎的一部。
阅读下面选取有关爱情的节选，对比中外文化中对爱情态度的异同。
The Benn ets' new n eighbourIt is a truth well known to all the world that an unm arried man in possessi onof a large fortune must be in n eed of a wife.A nd whe n such a man moves into aneighbourhood ，even if nothing is known about his feelings or opinionsis so clear to the surrounding families，that they think of him immediately as the—Frie ndship，this truthfuture husba nd of one or other of their daughters.“ My dear Mr Bennet ，” said Mrs Bennet to her husband one day ，“ have you heard that some one is going to rent Netherfield Park at last ?”“ No, Mrs Bennet ，I have n't ，” said her husba nd.“ Don't you want to know who is renting it ?” cried Mrs Bennet impatiently“You want to tell me ，and I don't mind listening. ”Mrs Bennet needed no further encouragement. “ Well，my dear，I hear that he's a very rich young man from the n orth of En gla nd.lt seems he came to see Netherfieldon Mon day and was so delighted with it that he arra nged to rent it at on ce.Of course，it is the fin est house in the area ，with the largest gardens.His servants will behere by the end of the week ，and he will be arriving soon afterwards !”“ What is his n ame ?”asked Mr BennetBi ngley.“ Is he married or sin gle ?”“ Oh, single ，myof course! A sin gle man of large fortune —he has an in come dear，of four or five thousa nd pounds a year.How won derful for our girls ！“ Why? How can it affect them ?” Mr Benn et asked .“My dear Mr Bennet，” she replied ，“ how can you be so annoying! You must realize rm thi nking of his marrying one of our daughters. ”“ Is that his purpose in coming to the area ?”“His purpose? No ，of course not.But it's very likely that he'll fall in lovewith one of them.And I want him to see the girls as soon as possible ，before our other n eighbours in troduce themselves.So you must visit him as soon as he arrives. ”“ I really don't see why I should，” said Mr Bennet. “You and the girls can visithim ，or perhaps you should send them by themselves.Yes ，that might be better ，as you're as attractive as any of them ，and Mr Bingley might like you best. ”“My dear ，you flatter me ，” replied his wife ，“I certainly have been calledbeautiful in the past ，but I think a woman with five adult daughters should stopthinking of her own beauty.Mr Bennet，I beg you to visit him.You know it's correct for the gentleman of the family to visit new neighbours first.I simply cannot take the girls to see him unless you have already met him.Surely you worry too much about the rules of polite society.I'mwill be delighted to see you all.And I'll write him a few lines him ， agreeing gladly to his marrying any of the girls recommend my dear little Lizzy. ”Oh no ，Mr Bennet ！” gasped Mrs Bennet ， horrified . “Please don't do that! AndLizzy is no better than the others ， although I know she is your favourite. ”“Our daughters are all very silly ， ignorant girls ，it's true.But at least Lizzy is a little moreintelligent than her sisters. ”“Mr Bennet ，how can you speak so unkindly of your own children? Oh dear，how ill I feel! Have you no pity for me? Don't you realize how I sufferIndeed ，my dear ，I've suffered with you for the last twenty three years.ButI think you will recover，and live to see many more rich young men come into theneighbourhood. ”班纳特家的新邻居家财万贯而又尚未婚配的男人一定需要一个贤内助，这是一条世界上尽人皆知的真理。
18-19 Unit 3 英美文化欣赏
【导读】《我的人生故事》是海伦·凯勒的自传性作品，被世界称为文学史上无与伦比的杰作。
阅读下面的节选，请仔细思考对我们的未来人生有什么样的启示。
The Story of My LifeHelen KellerChapter 1It is with a kind of fear that I begin to write the history of my life. Ihave, as it were, a superstitious hesitation in lifting the veil that clingsabout my childhood like a golden mist. The task of writing an autobiography is a difficult one. When I try to classify my earliest impressions, I find that fact and fancy look alike across the years that linkthe past with the present. The woman paints the child's experiences inher own fantasy. A few impressions stand out vividly from the first years of my life; but “the shadows of the prison-house are on the rest”. Besides, many of the joys and sorrows of childhood have lost their poignancy; and many incidents of vital importance in my early education have been forgotten in the excitement of great discoveries. In order, therefore, not to be tedious I shall try to present in a series of sketches，only the episodes that seem to me to be the most interesting and important.I was born on June 27, 1880, in Tuscumbia, a little town of northern Alabama.I lived, up to the time of the illness that deprived me of my sight and hearing, ina tiny house consisting of a large square room and a small one, in which the servants slept. It is a custom in the South to build a small house near the homestead as an annex to be used on occasion. Such a house my father built after the Civil War, and when he married my mother they went to live in it. It was completely covered with vines, climbing roses and honeysuckles. From the garden it looked like an arbour. The little porch was hidden from view by a screen of yellow roses and Southern smilax.It was the favourite haunt of humming-birds and bees.The Keller homestead, where the family lived, was a few steps from our little rose-bower. It was called “Ivy Green” because the house and the surrounding trees and fences were covered with beautiful English ivy. Its old-fashioned garden was the paradise of my childhood.Even in the days before my teacher came, I used to feel along the square stiff boxwood hedges, and, guided by the sense of smell, would find the first violets and lilies. There, too, after a fit of temper, I went to find comfort and to hide my hot face in the cool leaves and grass. What joy it was to lose myself in that garden of flowers,to wander happily from spot to spot, until, coming suddenly upon a beautiful vine, I recognized it by its leaves and blossoms, and knew it was the vine which covered the tumble-down summer-house at the farther end of the garden! Here, also, were trailing clematis, drooping jessamine, and some rare sweet flowers called butterfly lilies, because their fragile petals resemble butterflies'wings. But the roses—they were loveliest of all. Never have I found in the greenhouses of the North such heart-satisfying roses as the climbing roses of my southern home. They used to hang in long festoons from our porch, filling the whole air with their fragrance, untainted by any earthy smell; and in the early morning, washed in the dew, they felt so soft, so pure, I could not help wondering if they did not resemble the asphodels of God's garden.我的人生故事海伦·凯勒第1章我是怀着惴惴不安的心情书写我生活的历史的。
高中英语Unit3Underthesea英美文化欣赏教案(含解析)新人教版选修7
Unit 3 Under the sea【导读】《白鲸》(Moby Dick)是19世纪美国最著名的小说家之一赫尔曼·梅尔维尔于1851年发表的一篇海洋题材的小说，小说描写了亚哈船长为了追逐并杀死白鲸莫比·迪克，最终与白鲸同归于尽的故事。
阅读下面选取的有关捕鲸的节选，对比中外文化中对鲸鱼态度的异同。
Moby Dick (excerpt)PitchpolingTo make them run easily and swiftly，the axles of carriagesare anointed；and for much the same purpose，some whalers performa similar operation upon their boat；they grease the bottom.Noris it to be doubted that as such a procedure can do no harm，it may possibly be of no contemptible advantage；considering thatoil and water are hostile；that oil is a sliding thing，and that the object in view is to make the boat slide bravely.Queequeg believed strongly in anointing his boat，and one morning not long after the German ship Jungfrau disappeared，took more than customary pains in that occupation；crawling under its bottom，where it hung over the side，and rubbing as though diligently seeking to insure a crop of hair from the craft's bald keel.He seemed to be working in obedience to some particular presentiment.Nor did it remain unwarranted by the event.Towards noon whales were raised；but so soon as the ship sailed down to them，they turned and fled swiftly.Nevertheless，the boats pursued，and Stubb's was foremost.By great effort，Tashtego at last succeeded in planting one iron；but the stricken whale，without at all sounding，still continued his horizontal flight，with added speed.Such unintermitted strainings upon the planted iron must sooner or later inevitably extract it.It became imperative to lance the flying whale，or be content to lose him.But to haul the boat up to his flank was impossible，he swam so fast and furious.What then remained?Of all the wondrous devices and dexterities，the sleights ofhand and countless subtleties，to which the veteran whaleman is sooften forced，none exceed that fine manoeuvre with the lance calledpitchpoling.Small sword，or broad sword，in all its exercises boastsnothing like it.It is only indispensable with an inveterate running whale；its grand fact and feature is the wonderful distance to which the long lance is accurately darted from a violently rocking，jerking boat，under extreme headway.Steel and wood included，the entire spear is some ten or twelve feet in length；the staff is much slighter than that of the harpoon，and also of a lighter material —pine.It is furnished with a small rope called a warp，of considerable length，by which it can be hauled back to the hand after darting.But before going further，it is important to mention here，that though the harpoon may be pitchpoled in the same way with the lance，yet it is seldom done；and when done，is still less frequently successful，on account of the greater weight and inferior length of the harpoon as compared with the lance，which in effect become serious drawbacks.As a general thing，therefore，you must first get fast to a whale，before any pitchpoling comes into play.Look now at Stubb；a man who from his humorous，deliberate coolness and equanimity in the direst emergencies，was specially qualified to excel in pitchpoling.Look at him；he stands upright in the tossed bow of the flying boat；wrapt in fleecy foam，the towing whale is forty feet ahead.Handling the long lance lightly，glancing twice or thrice along its length to see if it be exactly straight，Stubb whistlingly gathers up the coil of the warp in one hand，so as to secure its free end in his grasp，leaving the rest unobstructed.Then holding the lance full before his waistband's middle，he levels it at the whale；when，covering him with it，he steadily depresses the buttend in his hand，thereby elevating the point till the weapon stands fairly balanced upon his palm，fifteen feet in the air.He minds you somewhat of a juggler，balancing a long staff on his chin.Next moment with a rapid，nameless impulse，in a superb lofty arch the bright steel spans the foaming distance，and quivers in the life spot of the whale.Instead of sparkling water，he now spouts red blood.That drove the spigot out of him！cried Stubb.“It's July's immortal Fourth；all fountains must run wine today！Would now，it were old Orleans whiskey，or old Ohio！Then，Tashtego，lad，I'd have ye hold a can to the jet，and we'd drink roundit！”Again and again to such gamesome talk，the dexterous dart is repeated，the spear returning to its master like a greyhound held in skilful leash.The agonized whale goes into his flurry；the towline is slackened，and the pitchpoler dropping astern，folds his hands，and mutely watches the monster die.《白鲸》(节选)投杆为了使车轴转得又滑又快，就得给车厢的车轴加油；有些捕鲸人为了一样的目的，也对他们的小艇使用类似的办法；他们给艇底擦油。
高中英语Module3ForeignFood英美文化欣赏教案含解析外研版选修8
Module 3 Foreign Food【导读】这是童话《爱丽丝梦游仙境》中的主要角色爱丽丝在很早以前一个夏日里的梦。
疯了的制帽人和三月兔总是在喝茶，睡鼠总是那么喜欢睡……这故事很奇怪，可是，在梦境里什么都会发生。
Alice's Adventures in Wonderland(excerpt)There was a table under a tree outside the house，and the March Hare and the Hatter were having tea.A Dormouse was sitting between them，asleep.The three of them were all sitting together at one corner of the table，but the table was large and there were many other seats.Alice sat down in a big chair at one end.“Have some coffee，”the March Hare said in a friendly voice.Alice looked all round the table，but she could only see a teapot，“I don't see any coffee，”she said.“There isn't any，”said the March Hare.“Then why did you ask me to have some？”said Alice crossly.“It wasn't very polite of you.”“It wasn't very polite of you to sit down.We haven't invited you to tea，”said the March Hare.“But there are lots of seats，”said Alice.“Your hair's too long，”said the Hatter，looking at Alice with interest.“It's not polite to say things like that，”said Alice.The Hatter looked surprised，but he said，“Why is a bird like a desk？”Alice was pleased.She enjoyed playing wordgames，so she said，“That's an easy question.”“Do you mean you know the answer？”said the March Hare.“Yes，”said Alice.“Then you must say what you mean，”the March Hare said.“I do，”Alice said quickly.“Well，I mean what I say.And that's the same thing，you know.”“No，it isn't！”said the Hatter.“Listen to this.I see what I eat means one thing，but I eat what I see means something very different.”Alice did not know what to say to this.So she took some tea and some breadand butter while she thought about it.The Dormouse woke up for a minute and then went to sleep again.After a while the Hatter took out his watch，shook it，then lookedat it sadly.“Two days slow！I told you that butter wasn't good for watches！”he said angrily to the March Hare.“It was the best butter，”said the March Hare sadly.Alice was looking at t he watch with interest.“It's a strange watch，”she said.“It shows the day of the week，but not the time.”“But we know the time，”said the Hatter.“It's always six o'clock here.”Alice suddenly understood.“Is that why there are all these cups and plates？”she said.“It's always teatime here，and you go on moving round the table.Is that right？But what happens when you come to the beginning again？”“Don't ask questions，”said the March Hare crossly.“You must tell us a story now.”“But I don't know any stories.”said Alice.Then the March Hare and the Hatter turned to the Dormouse.“Wake up，Dormouse！”they shouted loudl y in its ears.“Tell us a story.”“Yes，please do，”said Alice.The Dormouse woke up and quickly began to tell a story，but a few minutes later it was asleep again.The March Hare poured a little hot tea on its nose，and the Hatter began to look for a clean plate.Alice decided to leave and walked away into the wood.She looked back once，and the March Hare and the Hatter were trying to put the Dormouse into the teapot.“Well，I won't go there again，”said Alice.“What a stupid teaparty it was！”Just then she saw a doo r in one of the trees.“How curious！”she thought.“But everything is strange today.I think I'll go in.”So she went in.And there she was，back in the long room with the little glass table.At once，she picked up the gold key from the table，unlocked the little door into the garden，and then began to eat a piece of mushroom.When she was down to about thirty centimetres high，she walked through the door，and then，at last，she was in the beautiful garden with its green trees and bright flowers.《爱丽丝梦游仙境》节选房子外的树下有一张桌子，三月兔和制帽人正在喝茶。
2020学年高中英语Unit3Celebration英美文化欣赏学案北师大版必修1
Unit 3 Celebration英美文化欣赏【导读】《董贝父子》是狄更斯最重要的作品之一，发表于1848年。
小说描写了董贝父子公司的盛衰史。
董贝是个贪得无厌的大资本家，妻子儿女都成了他追逐利益的工具和摆设。
公司经理卡克尔是个奸诈小人，骗取了董贝的信任后又一手造成了他的破产。
在现实的教训中，董贝的思想发生了转变。
最后，虽然他已无法重整家业，却成全了真正的家庭幸福。
【节选】“I must have done something，”said Florence.“Tell me what it is.You have changed your manner to me，dear Mama.I cannot say how instantly I feel the least change；for I love you with my whole heart.”“As I do you，”said Edith.“Ah，Florence，believe me never more than now！”“Why do you go away from me so often，and keep away？”asked Florence.“And why do you sometimes look so strangely on me，dear Mama? You do so，do you not？”Edith signified assent with her dark eyes.“Why？”returned Florence imploringly，“Tell me why，that I may know how to please you better；and tell me this shall not be so any more.”“My Florence，”answered Edith，taking the hand that embraced her neck，and looking into the eyes that looked into hers so lovingly，as Florence knelt upon the ground before her；“why it is，I cannot tell you.It is neither for me to say，nor you to hear；but that it is，and that it must be，I know.Should I do it if I did not？”“Are we to be estranged，Mama？”asked Florence，gazing at her like onefrightened.Edith's silent lips formed “Yes.”Florence looked at her with increasing fear and wonder，until she could see her no more through the blinding tears that ran down her face.“Florence! my life！”said Edith，hurriedly，“listen to me.I cannot bear to see this grief.Be calmer.You see that I am composed，and is it nothing to me？”She resumed her steady voice and manner as she said the latter words，and added presently：“Not wholly estranged.Partially，and only that，in appearance，Florence，for in my own breast I am still the same to you，and ever will be.But what I do is not done for myself.”“Is it for me，Mama？”asked Florence.“我一定做错什么事了，”弗洛伦斯说道，“请告诉我是什么吧。
高中英语Module3ForeignFood英美文化欣赏教案含解析外研版选修80927218
高中英语Module3ForeignFood英美文化欣赏教案含解析外研版选修80927218【导读】这是童话《爱丽丝梦游仙境》中的主要角色爱丽丝在很早以前一个夏日里的梦。
疯了的制帽人和三月兔总是在喝茶，睡鼠总是那么喜欢睡……这故事很奇怪，可是，在梦境里什么都会发生。
Alice's Adventures in Wonderland(excerpt)There was a table under a tree outside the house，and the March Hare and the Hatter were having tea.A Dormouse was sitting between them，asleep.The three of them were all sitting together at one corner of the table，but the table was large and there were many other seats.Alice sat down in a big chair at one end.“Have some coffee，”the March Hare said in a friendly voice.Alice looked all round the table，but she could only see a teapot，“I don't see any coffee，”she said.“There isn't any，”said the March Hare.“Then why did you ask me to have some？”said Alice crossly.“It wasn't very polite of you.”“It wasn't very polite of you to sit down.We haven't invited you to tea，”said the March Hare.“But there are lots of seats，”said Alice.“Your hair's too long，”said the Hatter，looking at Alice with interest.“It's not polite to say things like that，”said Alice.The Hatter looked surprised，but he said，“Why is a bird like a desk？”Alice was pleased.She enjoyed playing wordgames，so she said，“That's an easy question.”“Do you mean you know the answer？”said the March Hare.“Yes，”said Alice.“Then you must say what you mean，”the March Hare said.“I do，”Alice said quickly.“Well，I mean what I say.And that's the same thing，you know.”“No，it isn't！”said the Hatter.“Listen to this.I see what I eat means one thing，but I eat what I see means something very different.”Alice did not know what to say to this.So she took some tea and some breadand butter while she thought about it.The Dormouse woke up for a minute and then went to sleep again.After a while the Hatter took out his watch，shook it，then looked at it sadly.“Two days slow！I told you that butter wasn't good for watches！”he said angrily to the March Hare.“It was the best butter，”said the March Hare sadly.Alice was looking at t he watch with interest.“It's a strange watch，”she said.“It shows the day of the week，but not the time.”“But we know the time，”said the Hatter.“It's always six o'clock here.”Alice suddenly understood.“Is that why there are all these cups and plates？”she said.“It's always teatime here，and you go on moving round the table.Is that right？But what happens when you come to the beginning again？”“Don't ask questions，”said the March Hare crossly.“You must tell us a story now.”“But I don't know any stories.”said Alice.Then the March Hare and the Hatter turned to the Dormouse.“Wake up，Dormouse！”they shouted loudly in its ears.“Tell us a story.”“Yes，please do，”said Alice.The Dormouse woke up and quickly began to tell a story，but a few minutes later it was asleep again.The March Hare poured a little hot tea on its nose，and the Hatter began to look for a clean plate.Alice decided to leave and walked away into the wood.She looked back once，and the March Hare and the Hatter were trying to put the Dormouse into the teapot.“Well，I won't go there again，”said Alice.“What a stupid teaparty it was！”Just then she saw a door in one of the trees.“How curious！”she thought.“But everything is strange today.I think I'll go in.”So she went in.And there she was，back in the long room with the little glass table.At once，she picked up the gold key from the table，unlocked the little door into the garden，and then began to eat a piece of mushroom.When she was down to about thirty centimetres high，she walked through the door，and then，at last，she was in the beautiful garden with its green trees and bright flowers.《爱丽丝梦游仙境》节选房子外的树下有一张桌子，三月兔和制帽人正在喝茶。
Unit 3 英美文化欣赏
Unit 3 英美文化欣赏women there，many had known the dead girl and gave no sign that they remembered her.《茶花女》(节选)所有花街柳巷的名媛都到场了，有几个贵妇人在偷偷打量她们。
这一次她们又可以借着参加拍卖的名义，仔细瞧瞧那些她们从来没有机会与之共同相处的女人，也许她们私下还在暗暗羡慕这些女人自由放荡的享乐生活呢。
F公爵夫人的胳膊撞上了A小姐；A小姐是当今妓女圈子里一位典型的薄命红颜；T侯爵夫人正在犹豫要不要把D夫人一个劲儿在抬价的那件家具买下来；D夫人是当代最风流最有名的荡妇。
那位Y公爵，在马德里风传他在巴黎破了产，而在巴黎又风传他在马德里破了产，而实际上连每年的年金都没有花完。
这会儿他一面在跟M太太聊天，一面却在和N夫人眉来眼去调情。
M太太是一位风趣诙谐的讲故事的好手，她常想把自己讲的东西写下来，并签上自己的大名。
漂亮的N夫人经常在香榭丽舍大街上散步，穿的衣衫离不了粉红和天蓝两种颜色，有两匹高大的黑色骏马为她驾车，这两匹马，托尼向她要价一万法郎……她如数照付；最后还有R小姐，她靠自己的才能挣得的地位使那些靠嫁妆的上流社会妇人自愧不如，那些靠爱情生活的女人更是望尘莫及。
她不顾天气寒冷，赶来购买一些东西，也引来了人们的注目。
我们还可以举出云集在这间屋里的很多人的姓氏首字母，他们在这里相遇连他们自己也感到非常惊讶，不过为了不使读者感到厌烦，恕我不再一一介绍。
我必须一提的是，当时大家都兴高采烈。
女人中间虽有很多人是死者生前的熟人，但这会儿似乎对死者毫无怀念之情。
[知识积累]1．fashionable adj.流行的；符合时尚的2．pretext n．借口，托辞；假象；掩饰3．confidential adj.秘密的；受信任的；亲密的[文化链接]作品名称来源茶花女是当时巴黎的一位风尘女子，但其外表和内心都像茶花那样纯洁，她总是随身带着一束茶花每月头二十五天是白色的，随后五天是红色的。
高中英语Unit3英美文化欣赏讲义牛津译林版必修2
Unit 3 Amazing people【导读】《呼啸山庄》是英国女作家艾米莉·勃朗特的作品，是19世纪英国文学的代表作之一。
这部小说的悲剧开始于凯瑟琳不顾个性差异，贪图林顿的金钱地位与其盲目交往，让我们一起来看看《呼啸山庄》里这个经典段落。
Wuthering heights(Excerpt)One time，however，we were near quarrelling.He said the pleasantest manner of spending a hot July day was lying from morning till evening on a bank of heath in the middle of the moors，with the bees humming dreamily about among the bloom，and the larks singing high up overhead，and the blue sky and bright sun shining steadily and cloudlessly.That was his most perfect idea of heaven's happiness；mine was rocking in a rustling green tree，with a west wind blowing，and bright white clouds flitting rapidly above；and not only larks，but throstles，and blackbirds，and linnets，and cuckoos pouring out music on every side，and the moors seen at a distance，broken into cool dusky dells；but close by great swells of long grass undulating in waves to the breeze；and woods and sounding water，and the whole world awake and wild with joy.He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace；I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee.I said his heaven would be only half alive；and he said mine would be drunk；I said I should fall asleep in his；and he said he could not breathe in mine，and began to grow very snappish.At last，we agreed to try both，as soon as the right weather came；and then we kissed each other and were friends.呼啸山庄(节选)可是有一次，我们几乎吵起来。
高中英语Module3Literature英美文化欣赏教案含解析外研版选修70926521
高中英语Module3Literature英美文化欣赏教案含解析外研版选修70926521【导读】《三十九级台阶》被改编成电影，于1935年在美国上映。
讲述了加拿大人汉纳意外被卷入间谍战，他不得不一次次的躲避追踪和暗杀，并要在有限的时间里找出真相。
I sat down in an armchair and felt very sick.After about five minutes I started shaking.The poor white face with its staring eyes was too much for me，so I got a tablecloth and covered it.Then I took the whisky bottle and drank several mouthfuls.I had seen men die violently before.I had killed a few myself in the Matabele War; but this was different.After a few more minutes I managed to calm myself down a little.I looked at my watch and saw that it was halfpast ten.I searched the flat carefully，but there was nobody there.Then I locked the doors and windows.By this time I was beginning to think more clearly.It looked bad for me—that was clear.It was now certain that Scudder's story was true—the proof was lying under the tablecloth.His enemies had found him and made sure of his silence.But he had been in my flat for four days，and they must think he had told his story to me.So I would be the next to die.It might be that night，or the next day，or the day after，but it was sure to happen.Then I thought of another problem.I could call the police now，or go to bed and wait for Paddock to discover the body and call them in the morning.But what would the police think? What story would I tell them about Scudder? I had lied to Paddock about him，and my story would be hard to believe.They would arrest me for murder，and I had no real friends in England to help me.Perhaps that was part of the plan.An English prison would be a safe place for me until the 15th of June.Even if the police did believe my story，I would still be helping Scudder's enemies.Karolides would stay at home，which was what they wanted.Scudder's death had made me certain that his story was true; now I felt responsible for continuing his work.I hated to see a good man beaten，and if I carried on in Scudder's place，the murderers might not win.I decided I must disappear，and remain hidden until just before the 15th of June.Then I must contact some government people and tell them Scudder's story.I wished he had told me more，and that I had listened more carefully to what he had told me.Therewas a risk that the government would not believe me，but it was my best chance.Perhaps more evidence would appear which would help me to make my story believable.It was now the 24th of May，so I had twenty days of hiding.Two groups of people would be looking for me—Scudder's enemies，who would want to kill me，and the police，who would want me for Scudder's murder.There was going to be a chase，and，surprisingly，I was almost happy about this.I did not want to sit in one place and wait.If I could move，the situation did not seem so bad.我坐在扶手椅上，感到很恶心。
英美文学欣赏最新版教学课件英国文学Unit 3 English Poets
（注解：第五节描写久别重逢的喜悦，老朋友握手相聚，举 杯高歌，对往日的共同回忆消除了世事的沧桑和彼此境遇变 化带来的隔膜，有的只是对过去时光的无限怀想和对友谊的 无比珍重。）
英美文学欣赏（第四版）
And surely ye’ll be your pint-stowp, And surely I’ll be mine, And we’ll take a cup o’ kindness yet, For auld lang syne!
This is one of the most popular poems all over the world. What are the reasons for the popularity of the poem?
英美文学欣赏（第四版）
作品欣赏
A Red, Red Rose
这是彭斯根据苏格兰民谣创作的爱情 诗中最有名的一首。
呵，我的爱人象支甜甜的曲子， 奏得合拍又和谐。
（注解：诗人在第一节以两个比喻 形容心上人的美丽可人 ，“红红的 玫瑰”象征心上人的美貌和青春， “甜甜的乐曲”意指心上人的性情 和谐而完美。）
英美文学欣赏（第四版）
As fair art thou, my bonie lass, So deep in luve am I;
罗伯特 · 彭斯（ Robert Burns, 1759— 1796）是苏格兰最伟大的民族诗人。他出身 于贫苦的农民家庭，只上过两年半学。但他 喜欢读书，常在父亲的辅导下学习，自幼培 养了对大自然和诗歌的热爱。彭斯在田间劳 作之余创作了大量诗作。27 岁时，他出版第 一部诗集《苏格兰方言诗集》（Poems, Chiefly inthe Scottish Dialect, 1786）， 受到社 会各阶层的普遍欢迎。次年应邀到爱丁堡访 问，出入名门，并到北部高原旅行。
高中英语 Unit 3 Inventors and inventions英美文化欣赏(教师用书)教案
Unit 3 Inventors and inventions[导读] TheInventor是由Manic Drive这支来自加拿大多伦多的福音摇滚乐队演唱的。
乐队成立于1996年，早期以“One Cross〞之名和众多音乐团体在欧美各国展开演唱之旅，并有多X音乐专辑和EP面世。
The InventorHere I amJust another mon peculiar manA scared apprenticeAll dressed up in dark past tenthsDisrupt my daydreamOpen up that doorAnd let me inFull of hopeFull of curiosityEmpty in lifeLife spent without reasoningFix my darknessWith nothing elseBut your candlelightA new beginningA new endA life still questioningA tastefully remedyCould you tell me your nameOh，Great Inventor?Would it be the same if I knew?Could you show me your plan?No，I can't understandWhat you doYears it's beenYou made time travel with no machinery Your work your art so innovating Contraptions of new lifeTo aid the thieves that killed the lamb Stand here waitingAnxiously wanting moreI promise I'll stayIf you show me a miracleCould you tell me your nameOh，Great Inventor?Would it be the same if I knew?Could you show me your plan?No，I can't understandWhat you do发明家我在这里只是另一个常见的古怪人一个恐惧的学徒带着黑暗过去的一线生机破坏我的白日梦打开门让我进来充满希望充满好奇心空虚的生活没有理性的生活要带走我的黑暗没有其他东西唯有你的烛光一个新的开始一个新的结束生活仍在质疑一个高雅的救济你能告诉我你的名字吗哦，伟大的发明家？如果我知道，我会是一样的吗？你能告诉我你的计划吗？不，我不能理解你做了什么多年过去了你徒步与时间赛跑你创作出如此新颖的新生命的发明去帮助那些杀死羔羊的小偷们我站在这里等待急切地等待更多我保证我会一直都在如果你给我一个奇迹你能告诉我你的名字吗？哦，伟大的发明家？如果我知道，我会是一样的吗？你能告诉我你的计划吗？不，我不能理解你做了什么[知识积累]1．peculiar adj.奇怪的2．apprentice n. 学徒；见习生3．remedy n. 药物；救济4．contraption n. 奇特的装置5．miracle n. 奇迹[文化]Manic Drive是一个基督教摇滚乐队，总部设在加拿大多伦多的安大略。
18-19 Module 3 英美文化欣赏-学习文档
【导读】我们都知道不同的民族往往待人的礼节各不相同。
阅读下面选取的有关礼貌的节选，对比中英两国待人接物方面的异同。
English MannersBritish people are quite reserved when greeting oneanother.Greeting ca n be a “Hello” “Hi” or “Good morning”，when you arrive at work or at school.You may also be called many different affectionatenames, according to which part of the Britain you are in.Do not be offended, this is quite normal.For example, you may be called dear, dearie, flower, love, chick, chuck, duckie, guv, son, ma'am, madam, miss, or sir, according to your sex and age.The standard greeting “How do you do”and the reply “How do you do”signal the end of the ritual.Foreigners who assume that “How do you do”comes with a builtin question mark and respond accordingly become socially isolated.The English do shake hands with each other, but as little as possible.With acquaintances once in a lifetime is often considered enough.The preferred English handshake is a brief, vigorous affair with no hint of lingering.Most Englishmen never hug or kiss other men. They leave that to football players and foreigners.Women may kiss on one or both cheeks; if they do, the kisser makes a kissing gesture with appropriate sound effects.Men may also kiss women in greeting, but only on the cheek.In public places, the English make great efforts not to touch strangers even by accident.If such an accident should occur, apologies are fulsome but should never be used as an excuse for further conversation.On crowded public transport where it is sometimes unavoidable, physical contact with a stranger is permitted, but in such circumstances, eye contact should be avoided at all costs.The English like to form orderly queues (standing in line) and wait patiently for their turn. “Queue jumping” is frowned upon.The queue is one of the few places where the English are allowed to talk to each other without having been formally introduced. The others are when taking the dog for a walk.In Britain if you accidentally bump into someone, say “sorry”. They probably will too, even if it was your fault! This is a habit and can be seen as very amusing by an “outsider”．Women in Britain are entitled to equal respect and status with men in all areas of life and tend to have more independence and responsibility than in some other cultures.It is usual for women to go out and about on their own and to travel widely. It is OK for women to eat alone in a restaurant. It is ok for women to drink beer.When being entertained at someone's home it is nice to take a gift for the host and hostess. A bottle of wine, bunch of flowers or chocolates are all acceptable.英国人的礼貌英国人在相互打招呼的时候都很保守。
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【导读】《小妇人》这部小说以家庭生活为描写对象，以家庭成员的感情纠葛为线索，描写了马奇一家的天伦之爱。
马奇家的四姐妹中，无论是为了爱情甘于贫困的梅格，还是通过自己奋斗成为作家的乔，以及坦然面对死亡的贝思和以扶弱为己任的艾美，虽然她们的理想和命运都不尽相同，但是她们都具有自强自立的共同特点。
Little Women (excerpt)
“Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents，”grumbled Jo，lying on the rug.
“It's so dreadful①to be poor！” sighed Meg，looking down at her old dress.
“I don't think it's fair for some girls to have plenty of pretty things，and other girls nothing at all，”added little Amy，with an injured sniff.
“We've got Father and Mother，and each other，”said Beth contentedly from her corner.
The four young faces on which the firelight shone brightened②at the cheerful words，but darkened again as Jo said sadly，“We haven't got Father，and shall not have him for a long time.”She didn't say “perhaps never，”but each silently added it，thinking of Father far away，where the fighting was.
Nobody spoke for a minute；then Meg said in an altered③tone，“You know the reason Mother proposed not having any presents this Christmas was because it is going to be a hard winter for everyone；and she thinks we ought not to spend money for pleasure，when our men are suffering so in the army.We can't do much，but we can make our little sacrifices，and ought to do it gladly.But I am afraid I don't，”and Meg shook her head，as she thought regretfully of all the pretty things she wanted.
“But I don't think the little we should spend would do any good.We've each got a dollar，and the army wouldn't be much helped by our giving that.We agree not to expect anything from Mother，but I do want to buy Undine and Sintran for myself.I've wanted it so long，”said Jo，who was a bookworm.
《小妇人》(节选)
“没有礼物圣诞节怎么过？”乔躺在小地毯上咕哝。
“贫穷真可怕！”梅格发出一声叹息，低头望着身上的旧衣服。
“有些女孩子拥有荣华富贵，有些却一无所有，我认为这不公平。
”艾美鼻子轻轻一哼，三分出于轻蔑，七分出于嫉妒。
“但我们有父母姐妹，”坐在一角的贝思提出抗议。
这句令人愉快的话使炉火映照下的四张年轻的脸庞明亮起来。
“我们没有父亲，很长一段时间都将没有，”乔伤心地说。
听到这句话，大家的脸又暗淡下去。
她虽没说“可能永远没有”，但每个人心里都把这句话悄悄说了一遍，同时想起远在战场的父亲。
大家一时无言。
一会梅格换了个声调说：
“你们知道妈妈为什么建议今年圣诞节不派礼物吗？因为寒冷的冬天就要来了，而我们的男人在军营里受苦受难，我们不应该花钱寻乐。
虽然我们能力有限，但可以在这方面做出一点小小的牺牲，而且应该做得高高兴兴。
不过我可并不高兴。
”梅格摇摇脑袋。
想到那些梦寐以求的漂亮礼物，她感到遗憾不已。
“我看我们那丁点儿钱也帮不上什么忙。
我们每人只得到一美元，献给部队也没多大用处。
我们不要期待妈妈给我们什么礼物，不过我真的很想买一本《水中女神》，那本书我早就想买了，”乔说。
她是个书虫。
[知识积累]
1．dreadful adj.可怕的；糟糕的
2．brighten v．(使)快活起来
3．alter v t.改变；更改
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作品内涵解读
文化不同，意识各异，但勇敢、自立、逐梦却是各个文化的共性。
一颗勇敢的心，自立自强的品格，追逐梦想的意识是实现自我价值的不二选择。