Chapter One 淡定的人生不寂寞(9)
《世界上最富哲理的美文》作者:吴文智 2017-04-14 12:58
Chapter One 淡定的人生不寂寞(9)
bear the blame 承担责任
例:All blame must attach to myself.
一切责任由我承担。
Practicing for Better Learning
Translate the following sentences into English.
1. 我已经作了二十年的教师。
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2. 我们如何对待别人,别人就会如何对待我。
Now a Try
Write a sentence that imitates the sentence in the article.
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失去灵魂的风车
The Windmill
爱德华?凡尔?卢卡斯 / Edward Verrall Lucas
Think about the questions before you read this article.
1. What does the author feel after entering the windmill?
2. In fact, what else feeling lies behind the pity of the author?
Chance recently made me for a while the tenant of a windmill. Not to live in, and unhappily not to grind corn in, but to visit as the mood arose, and see the ships in the harbour from the topmost window, and look down on the sheep and the green world all around. For this mill stands high and white so white, indeed, that when there is a thunder-cloud behind it, it seems a thing of polished aluminium.
From its windows you can see four other mills, all like itself, idle, and one merely a ruin and one with only two sweeps left. But just over the next range of hills, out of sight, to the northeast, is a windmill that still merrily goes, and about five miles away to the northwest is another also activ
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bear the blame 承担责任
例:All blame must attach to myself.
一切责任由我承担。
Practicing for Better Learning
Translate the following sentences into English.
1. 我已经作了二十年的教师。
_____________________________________________________________________________
2. 我们如何对待别人,别人就会如何对待我。
Now a Try
Write a sentence that imitates the sentence in the article.
_____________________________________________________________________________
失去灵魂的风车
The Windmill
爱德华?凡尔?卢卡斯 / Edward Verrall Lucas
Think about the questions before you read this article.
1. What does the author feel after entering the windmill?
2. In fact, what else feeling lies behind the pity of the author?
Chance recently made me for a while the tenant of a windmill. Not to live in, and unhappily not to grind corn in, but to visit as the mood arose, and see the ships in the harbour from the topmost window, and look down on the sheep and the green world all around. For this mill stands high and white so white, indeed, that when there is a thunder-cloud behind it, it seems a thing of polished aluminium.
From its windows you can see four other mills, all like itself, idle, and one merely a ruin and one with only two sweeps left. But just over the next range of hills, out of sight, to the northeast, is a windmill that still merrily goes, and about five miles away to the northwest is another also activ