江苏省高中英语 My father my hero背影公开课教案.doc

江苏省2015年高中英语 my father my hero背影公开课教案lesson plansubject: passage 1 my father, my hero (m11u3 project) passage 2 the sight of my fathers back (extensive reading)language focus: reading for writing teaching aims: 1. to help students better understand the two essays and appreciate the charm of different languages by analyzing some detailed information. 2. to encourage students to develop some descriptive writing skills. 3. to enable students to look at father and success in a more sensible way.prior knowledge: students read the two passages and finished the questions before class by themselves. they got the meanings of the new words and expressions by referring to the wordlist and dictionaries. important and difficult points: get the students to appreciate and analyze the details of the reading materials to get some writing skills. teaching methods: 1. inverted classroom teaching 2. team-based inquiry and cooperative learning teaching steps:steptasks (teacher)tasks (students)interactionpurpose 1 2 3 4 5 6lead in: introduction to the topicpre-class reading: check answers. writing skills building: help ss analyze some details of the two passages about father and pick up some writing skills from them.writing: help ss describe and write. summary: summarize the main points of the lesson and return to the topic.homeworkss listen. ss share their answers.ss develop some writing skills by appreciating, comparing and analyzing the reading materials.ss write and share handouts to the group members and the whole class. ss listen, read and feel. ss listent ssss tss sst ssss ssss ssss tt ssss sst ssarouse interest. process the information.acquire some writing skills.practise writing skills.activate emotional experience.consolidate writing skills.passage 1 my father, my heroi consider my father to be the most important person in my life. this is not because he is famous or wealthy. we do not have a big car, and there are no old, expensive vases or paintings in our house. rather, what i value about my father is the care and love he shows for me and my family. what blesses my father most is being able to put food on the table and a roof over our heads.my father might work hard, but he is always there for us. whenever i trip or hurt myself playing sports, hes there to pick me up. my brother and i grew up with his constant care and the funny nursery rhymes and stories he told us.my fathers family came to the usa from china, and they were quite poor when he was a child. he once told me his mom used pins to hold his shirt together when he went to school. when he was only fourteen years old, he had to leave school and start working because my grandfather died, leaving no money but a big family behind. if he had not worked, there would have been no one to support the family.when my mother and father got married, they did not have much money. the situation got worse when they had children. when we were very young, my father had an extra job as a hotel porter, and he also mopped the floor of a hotel every night so that he could give us a special treat or a vacation. at the start of last year, my father began putting at least fifty cents every day into a jar on a shelf in his bedroom. we all wondered what he was saving the money for, but he refused to tell us. then, in december, i noticed that the jar was empty. that evening, my father came home with some great christmas presents, including candy, balloons and a huge turkey for our christmas dinner. it was the best christmas ever.my father also helps our local community. as chairman of the community center, he has set up a committee to help senior citizens in the area. this committee cooks and delivers healthy meals to the senior citizens who are too old to cook for themselves, or too poor to buy good food. my father also helps arrange a sunday brunch at the community center so that the senior citizens can get together with their friends.i also know something about my father that he does not tell anyone. a few years ago, one of the best friends passed away. last year, my father met his friends son and found out that the family was too poor to send the son to school, so my father gave him money so that he could continue his studies. after that, my father set up an organization to help students with money problems. he has received money from some big companies and makes sure that the money is used to help students in real need.my father has been successful as he never shrinks from helping others. people also like him because he often has a smile on his face. he is optimistic and finds good in all situations. he is great at problem-solving, and his favorite phrases are dont worry! its not worth it and it will be all rightjust you wait and see. he is always right!while my father is old now with gray hair and wrinkles, he still has a lot of dignity. no matter what job he has to do, he does it well, and i think that helps him be who he is. i have learnt from him the need to be patient and honest, and to care for other people. my father has made me confident to be myself as well. from him, i have learnt that one person can really make a difference.from m11u3 project my father, my heropassage 2 the sight of fathers backit 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 grandmas 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 thingsve come to such a pass, its 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 grandmas funeral and fathers 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 wont 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 furlined 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, im going to buy you some oranges. you just stay here. dont 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. dont 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. dont 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, im all right except for a severe pain in my arm. i even have trouble using chopsticks or writing brushes. perhaps it wont 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 fathers 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 1925translated byzhang peiji, may 1999new words and expressionsnursery rhyme 童谣，儿歌porter /pt(r) / n. 搬运工mop /mp/ v. 用拖把拖干净；用布擦干净shrink from (doing) something 回避（困难等） trickle /trkl/ v. 成小股流动 verge /vd/ v. 边缘utterly /tli/ adv. 完全的 hobble /hbl/ v. 跛行; 蹒跚 corpulent / kpjlnt / adj. 肥大的; 肥胖的huddle /hdl/ v. 聚集；蜷缩 retreat /rtrit/ v. 撤退, 退却 domestic/dmestk/ adj. 家庭的; 家务的背影朱自清我与父亲不相见已二年余了，我最不能忘记的是他的背影 。 那年冬天，祖母死了，父亲的差使也交卸了，正是祸不单行的日子。我从北京到徐州打算跟着父亲奔丧回家。到徐州见着父亲看见满院狼藉的东西，又想起祖母，不禁簌簌地流下眼泪。父亲说：“事已如此，不必难过，好在天无绝人之路！” 回家变卖典质，父亲还了亏空；又借钱办了丧事。这些日子，家中光景很是惨淡，一半为了丧事，一半为了父亲赋闲。丧事完毕，父亲要到南京谋事，我也要回北京念书，我们便同行。 到南京时，有朋友约去游逛，勾留了一日；第二日上午便须渡江到浦口，下午上车北去。父亲因为事忙，本已说定不送我，叫旅馆里一个熟识的茶房陪我同去。他再三嘱咐茶房，甚是仔细。但他终于不放心，怕茶房不妥帖；颇踌躇了一会。其实我那年已二十岁，北京已来往过两三次，是没有什么要紧的了。他踌躇了一会，终于决定还是自己送我去。我再三回劝他不必去；他只说：“不要紧，他们去不好！” 我们过了江，进了车站。我买票，他忙着照看行李。行李太多了，得向脚夫行些小费才可过去。他便又忙着和他们讲价钱。我那时真是聪明过分，总觉他说话不大漂亮，非自己插嘴不可，但他终于讲定了价钱；就送我上车。他给我拣定了靠车门的一张椅子；我将他给我做的紫毛大衣铺好座位。他嘱我路上小心，夜里要警醒些，不要受凉。又嘱托茶房好好照应我。我心里暗笑他的迂；他们只认得钱，托他们只是白托！而且我这样大年纪的人，难道还不能料理自己么？唉，我现在想想，那时真是太聪明了！ 我说道：“爸爸，你走吧。”他往车外看了看说：“我买几个橘子去。你就在此地，不要走动。”我看那边月台的栅栏外有几个卖东西的等着顾客。走到那边月台，须穿过铁道，须跳下去又爬上去。父亲是一个胖子，走过去自然要费事些。我本来要去的，他不肯，只好让他去。我看见他戴着黑布小帽，穿着黑布大马褂，深青布棉袍，蹒跚地走到铁道边，慢慢探身下去，尚不大难。可是他穿过铁道，要爬上那边月台，就不容易了。他用两手攀着上面，两脚再向上缩；他肥胖的身子向左微倾，显出努力的样子。这时我看见他的背影，我的泪很快地流下来了。我赶紧拭干了泪。怕他看见，也怕别人看见。我再向外看时，他已抱了朱红的橘子往回走了。过铁道时，他先将橘子散放在地上，自己慢慢爬下，再抱起橘子走。到这边时，我赶紧去搀他。他和我走到车上，将橘子一股脑儿放在我的皮大衣上。于是扑扑衣上