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品读美文，感受精彩

品读精品的文章，既会增长知识，也会感受美好！好多同学读一英语短文时，只是翻译，答题。没有真正的感受作者的情感。这等于放弃了许多的提高英语能力的机会。我们不但在品读的过程中了解到单词短语的应用，还可以了解西方的语言习惯，积累写作素材。品读美文，既是一种阅读方法，更是一种阅读习惯。它会使学生在品读的过程中逐步提高语言素养，丰富语言知识。那么我们应该如何品读一篇美文呢？

1、初读文本，感知整体

读一文章时，先解决词汇语汇的问题，把课文读正确、流利。初步整体感知文本，为理解内容奠定良好基础。例如，在《母亲的双手》一文中，tuck me in帮我盖被子，如果只看tuck 这个词，就没有这个意思了。

2、再读文本，理清脉络

了解大意后，再读时，要能知道作者的写作脉络。例如，在《母亲的双手》一文中，作者按时间的推移顺序，来写了不同年龄对母亲这一双手的不同感受。

3.品读文本，升华情感

找出重点词句，圈出重点词，找出中心句，圈出美文妙句，深入理解品读文本，大声的朗读。注意在语气、语调、节奏上的变化，在朗读中与课文作者情感相融。例如，在读《母亲的双手》一文时，我的眼睛湿润了，我让我想起了妈妈的手像老树上的枯藤，显得那么苍老和粗糙。此时我想起了这双手为我做过多少次好吃的饭菜；洗过多少次脏兮兮的衣服；擦过多少次伤心的泪水……体会到了母爱的伟大，让我有了回报母爱的想法。下面我们一起来品读吧！美文：

母亲的双手

Night after night, she came to tuck me in, even long after my childhood years.Following her longstanding custom, she'd lean down and push my long hair out of the way, then kiss my forehead.

夜复一夜，她总是来帮我来盖被子，即使我早已长大。这是妈妈的长期习惯，她总是弯下身来，拨开我的长发，在我的额上一吻。

I don't remember when it first started annoying me ——her hands pushing my hair that way. But it did annoy me, for they felt work-worn and rough against my young skin. Finally, one night, I lashed out at her:"Don't do that anymore ——your hands are too rough!" She didn't say anything in reply.But never again did my mother close out my day with that familiar expression of her love.Lying awake long afterward, my words haunted me.But pride stifled my conscience, and I didn't tell her I was sorry.

我不记得从何时起，她拨开我的头发令我非常不耐烦。但的确，我讨厌她长期操劳、粗糙的手摩擦我细嫩的皮肤。最后，一天晚上，我冲她叫：“别再这样了——你的手太粗糙了!”她什么也没说。但妈妈再也没有象这样对我表达她的爱。直到很久以后，我还是常想起我的那些话。但自尊占了上风，我没有告诉她我很后悔。

Time after time, with the passing years, my thoughts returned to that night.By then I missed my mother's hands, missed her goodnight kiss upon my forehead.Sometimes the

incident seemed very close, sometimes far away.But always it lurked, hauntingly, in the back of my mind.

时光流逝，我又想到那个晚上。那时我想念我妈妈的手，想念她晚上在我额上的一吻。有时这幕情景似乎很近，有时又似乎很遥远。但它总是潜伏着，时常浮现，出现在我意识中。

Well, the years have passed, and I'm not a little girl anymore.Mom is in her mid-seventies, and those hands I once thought to be so rough are still doing things for me and my family.She's been our doctor, reaching into a medicine cabinet for the remedy to calm a young girl's stomach or soothe a boy's scraped knee. She cooks the best fried chicken in the world…… gets stains out of blue jeans lik e I never could……and still insists on dishing out ice cream at any hour of the day or night.

一年年过去，我也不再是一个小女孩，妈妈也有70多岁了。那双我认为很粗糙的手依然为我和我家庭做着事。她是我家的医生，为我女儿在药橱里找胃药或在我儿子擦伤的膝盖上敷药。她能烧出世界上最美味的鸡……将牛仔裤弄干净而我却永远不能……而且可以在任何时候盛出冰激凌。

Through the years, my mother's hands have put in countless hours of toil, and most of hers were before automatic washers!

这么多年来，妈妈的手做了多少家务!而且在自动洗衣机出现以前她已经操劳了绝大多数时间。

Now, my own children are grown and gone. Mom no longer has Dad, and on special occasions, I find myself drawn next door to spend the night with her. So it was that late on Thanksgiving Eve, as I drifted into sleep in the bedroom of my youth, a familiar hand hesitantly stole across my face to brush the hair from my forehead.Then a kiss, ever so gently, touched my brow.

现在，我的孩子都已经长大，离开了家。爸爸去世了，有些时候，我睡在妈妈的隔壁房间。一次感恩节前夕的深夜，我睡在年轻时的卧室里，一只熟悉的手有些犹豫地、悄悄地略过我的脸，从我额头上拨开头发，然后一个吻，轻轻地印在我的眉毛上。

In my memory, for the thousandth time, I recalled the night my surly young voice complained:"Don't do that anymore ——your hands are too rough!" Catching Mom's hand in hand, I blurted out how sorry I was for that night.I thought she'd remember, as I did.But Mom didn't know what I was talking about.She had forgotten ——and forgiven ——long ago.

在我的记忆中，无数次，想起那晚我粗暴、年青的声音：“别再这样了——你的手太粗糙了!”抓住妈妈的手，我冲口而出因为那晚，我是多么后悔。我以为她想起来了，象我一样。但妈妈不知道我在说些什么。她已经在很久以前就忘了这事，并早就原谅了我。

That night, I fell asleep with a new appreciation for my gentle mother and her caring hands.