高级英语第一册Unit4文章结构+课文讲解+课文翻译+课后练习+答案
Unit 4 Everyday U for Your Grandmama
Everyday U for Your Grandmama 教学目的及重点难点
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Objectives of Teaching
To com prehend the whole story
To lean and m aster the vocabulary and expressions
aupairTo learn to paraphra the difficult ntencespoidon
To understand the structure of the text
To appreciate the style and rhetoric of the passage.
在线英文词典
Important and Difficult points
The comprehension of the whole storyline
The understanding of certain expressions
The appreciation of the writing technique
Colloquial, slangy or black English
Cultural difference between nationalities in the US
IV. Character Analysis
Dee:
She has held life always in the palm of one hand.
"No" is a word the world never learned to say to her.
She would always look anyone in the eye. Hesitation was no part of her nature.
诫子书 翻译She was determined to share down any disaster in her efforts.
I. Rhetorical devices:
Parallelism:
chin on chest, eyes on ground, feet in shuffle
Metaphor:
She washed us in a Presd us ...to shove us away stare down any disaster in
Everyday U for your grandmama -- by Alice Walker
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Alice Walker
I will wait for her in the yard that Maggie and I m ade so clean and wavy yester day afternoon. A yard like this is m ore com fortable than most people know. It is not just a yard. It is like an extended living room. When the hard clay is swept clean as a floor and the fine sand around the edges lined with tiny, irregular grooves, anyone can com e and s
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Maggie will be nervous until after her sister goes: she will stand hopelessly in corners, hom ely and asham ed of the burn sc ars down her arm s and legs, eying her sister with a m ixture of envy and awe. She thinks her sister has held life always in the palm of one hand, that "no" is a word the world never learned to say to her.
You've no doubt en tho TV shows where the child who has "made it" is confronted, as a surpri, by her own mother and father, tottering in weakly from backstage. (A Pleasant surpri, of cour: What would they do if parent and child cam e on the show only to cur out and insult each other?) On TV mot her and child em brace and smile into each other's face. Som etimes the m other and father weep, the child wraps them in her arms and leans across the table to tell how she would not have m ade it without their help. I have en the programs.
Sometimes I dream a dream in which Dee and I are suddenly brought together on a TV program of this sort. Out of a cark and soft-ated lim ousine I am ushered into a bright room filled with m any people. There I meet a smiling, gray, sporty m an like Johnny Carson who shakes my hand and tells m e what a fine girl I have. Then we are on the stage and Dee is em bracing m e with tear s in her eyes. She pins on m y dress a large orchid, even though she has told m e once that she thinks or chides are tacky flowers.
In real life I am a large, big-boned woman with rough, m an-working hands. In the winter I wear flannel nightgowns to bed and overalls during the day. I can kill and clean a hog as m ercilessly as a m an. My fat keeps m e hot in zero weather. I can work outside all day, breaking ice to get water for washing; I can eat pork liver cooked over the open tire m inutes after it com es steaming from the hog. One winter I knocked a bull calf straight in the brain between the eyes with a sledge hammer and had the m eat hung up to chill be-fore nightfall. But of cour all this does not show on television. I am the way m y daughter would want m e to be: a hundred pounds lighter, my skin like an uncooked barley pan-cake. My hair glistens in the hot bright lights. Johnny Car – son has much to d
o to keep up with m y quick and witty tongue.
But that is a mistake. I know even before I wake up. Who ever knew a Johnson with a quick tongue? Who can even im agine m e looking a strange white m an in the eye? It em s to m e I have talked to them always with one toot raid in flight, with my head turned in whichever way is farthest from them. Dee, though. She would always look anyone in the eye. Hesitation was no part of her nature.
"How do I look, Mam a?" Maggie says, showing just enough of her thin body enveloped in pink skirt and red blou for m e to know she's there, almost hidden by the door.increa
"Come out into the yard," I say.
生活大爆炸4Have you ever en a lame animal, perhaps a dog run over by some careless person rich enough to own a car, sidle up to someone who is ignorant enough to be kind of him? That is the way m y Maggie walks. She has been like this, chin on chest, eyes on ground, feet in shuffle, ever since the fire that burned the other hou to the
