译林2003课标版《Project(1)： Writing and making a speech》精品优质课教案设计

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S: Yes!

T: As we know, everyone dreams of success. So today we will talk about success. To be successful, people should have qualities for successes. What are the qualities for success?

S: intelligence, ambition, honesty, optimism, enthusiasm, motivation, self-confidence, perseverance, interpersonal skills, to be helpful, to be skillful, to be careful and orderly, to have a thirst for success, the ability to solve problems, the ability to get along well with others……

Step 2 Reading comprehension

T: Different people have different understandings of success. Next we will look at another success in father of the text.

T：Next, I’ll give you several minutes to prepare for a task—based exercise designed according to the text. Please fill in the blanks using the most suitable words. Then we will check them.

Qualities the father has ExamplesordinaryHe is not famous or wealthy.hard-workingHe got his first job at 14.

He got an extra job as a porter and he mopped a hotel floor every night. love of his familyHe is always there for his family.

He supported his family when his father died.

He gives his family treats and vacations.kind and helpfulHe has set up a committee to help senior citizens.

He gave money to his friend’s son to continue his studies, and set up an organization to help students with money problems.optimisticHis favorite phrase is “It will be all right—just you wait and see’.patientHis child has learnt patience from him.honestHis child has learnt honesty from him.thoughtfulHe cares about how people feel. 设计意图：以任务型阅读的形式呈现，符合江苏省高考题型的命题要求。同时也加深学生对文本的理解。同时，对文中“父亲”这一形象的性格特征把握的更加精准到位。

延伸阅读：朱自清《背影》

The sight of father's back

It is more than two years since I last saw father, and what I can never forget is the sight of his back. Misfortunes never come singly. In the winter of more than two years ago, grandma died and father lost his job. I left Beijing for Xuzhou to joint father in hastening home to attend grandma's funeral. When I met father in Xuzhou, the sight of the disorderly mess in his courtyard and the thought of grandma started tears trickling down my cheeks. Father said, "Now that things've come to such a pass, it's no use crying. Fortunately, Heaven always leaves one a way out."

After arriving home in Yangzhou, father paid off debts by selling or pawning things. He also borrowed money to meet the funeral expenses. Between grandma's funeral and father's unemployment, our family was then in reduced circumstances. After the funeral was over, father was to go to Nanjing to look for a job and I was to return to Beijing to study, so we started out together.

I spent the first day in Nanjing strolling about with some friends at their invitation, and was ferrying across the Yangtze River to Pukou the next morning and thence taking a train for Beijing on the afternoon of the same day. Father said he was too busy to go and see me off at the railway station, but would ask a hotel waiter that he knew to accompany me there instead. He urged the waiter again and again to take good care of me, but still did not quite trust him. He hesitated for quite a while about what to do. As a matter of fact, nothing would matter at all because I was then twenty and had already travelled on the Beijing-Pukou Railway a couple of times. After some wavering, he finally decided that he himself would accompany me to the station. I repeatedly tried to talk him out of it, but he only said, "Never mind! It won't do to trust guys like those hotel boys!"

We entered the railway station after crossing the River. While I was at the booking office buying a ticket, father saw to my luggage. There was quite a bit luggage and he had to bargain with the porter over the fee. I was then such a smart aleck that I frowned upon the way father was haggling and was on the verge of chipping in a few words when the bargain was finally clinched. Getting on the train with me, he picked me a seat close to the carriage door. I spread on the seat the brownish fur lined overcoat he had got tailor made for me. He told me to be watchful on the way and be careful not to catch cold at night. He also asked the train attendants to take good care of me. I sniggered at father for being so impractical, for it was utterly useless to entrust me to those attendants, who cared for nothing but money. Besides, it was certainly no problem for a person of my age to look after himself. Oh, when I come to think of it, I can see how smarty I was in those days!

I said, "Dad, you might leave now." But he looked out of the window and said, "I'm going to buy you some oranges. You just stay here. Don't move around." I caught sight of several vendors waiting for customers outside the railings beyond a platform. But to reach that platform would require crossing the railway track and doing some climbing up and down. That would be a tough job for father, who was fat. I wanted to do all that myself, but he stopped me, so I could do nothing but let him go. I watched him hobble towards the railway track in his black skullcap, black cloth mandarin jacket and dark blue cotton-padded cloth long gown. He had little trouble climbing down the railway track, but it was a lot more difficult for him to climb up that platform after crossing the railway track. His hands held onto the upper part of the platform, his legs huddled up and his fat body tipped slightly towards the left, obviously making an enormous effort. While I was watching him from behind, tears gushed from my eyes. I quickly wiped them away lest he or others should catch me crying. The next moment when I looked out of the window again, father was already on the way back, holding bright red oranges in both hands. In crossing the railway track, he first put the oranges on the ground, climbed down slowly and then picked them up again. When he came near the train, I hurried out to help him by the hand. After boarding the train with me, he laid all the oranges on my overcoat, and patting the dirt off his clothes, he looked somewhat relieved and said after a while, "I must be going now. Don't forget to write me from Beijing!" I gazed after his back retreating out of the carriage. After a few steps, he looked back at me and said, "Go back to your seat. Don't leave your things alone." I, however, did not go back to my seat until his figure was lost among crowds of people hurrying to and fro and no longer visible. My eyes were again wet with tears.

In recent years, both father and I have been living an unsettled life, and the circumstances of our family going from bad to worse. Father left home to seek a livelihood when young and did achieve quite a few things all on his own. To think that he should now be so downcast in old age! The discouraging state of affairs filled him with an uncontrollable feeling of deep sorrow, and his pent-up emotion had to find a vent. That is why even mere domestic trivialities would often make him angry, and meanwhile he became less and less nice with me. However, the separation of the last two years has made him more forgiving towards me. He keeps thinking about me and my son. After I arrived in Beijing, he wrote me a letter, in which he says, "I'm all right except for a severe pain in my arm. I even have trouble using chopsticks or writing brushes. Perhaps it won't be long now before I depart this life." Through the glistening tears which these had brought to my eyes I again saw the back of father's corpulent form in the dark blue cotton-padded cloth long gown and the black cloth mandarin jacket. Oh, how I long to see him again!

By Zhu Ziqing, October 1925

Translated by?Zhang Peiji, May 1999

New words and expressions

nursery rhyme 童谣，儿歌porter /?p??t?(r) / n. 搬运工

mop /m?p/ v. 用拖把拖干净；用布擦干净shrink from (doing) something 回避（困难等）

trickle /?tr?kl/ v. 成小股流动 verge /v??d?/ v. 边缘