写作：抓住细节精选教学课件(课堂PPT)

1、1,写作,抓住细节,2,运用你的想象合理扩展一句话，恰当地添加动作、表情、神态、语言、心理等将这句话的内容充实起来。*她骂他懦夫（樱桃山菊骂红红野孩子）*她骂他道：“你真是一个懦夫”（添加语言）*她用手指着他的鼻子骂道：“你真是一个懦夫”（添加动作）*她早已被气得浑身颤抖，脸色铁青，怒睁杏目，用手指着他的鼻子骂道：“你真是一个懦夫”（添加神态）其实她早已被气得浑身颤抖，脸色铁青，但她还是在不断的告诫自己：不要失态、不要骂人！最终她实在是忍不住了，于是怒睁杏目，用手指着他的鼻子骂道：“你真是一个懦夫”（添加心理）,3,细节描写文学作品中对人物动作、语言、神态、心理、外貌以及自然景观、场面气氛等细

2、小环节或情节的描写。 使读者如见其人，如睹其物，如临其境。细节描写在刻画人物性格、丰满人物形象、连接故事情节、丰富作品内涵等方面具有重要作用。生动的细节描写，有助于折射广阔的生活画面，表现深刻的社会主题。,4,方法一：精用动词,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。（摘自朱自清背影）,5,方法二：巧用修饰语,父亲佝偻着身子，慢慢地朝前面一个小店走去。进了店门，父亲堆着满脸的笑：“老板，生

3、意好！请帮帮忙，换两张大钞票。”笑着说着，贴满膏药的手伸进夹衣口袋，抖抖索索地摸出一大把钱，摊到柜台上，当着老板的面，几分的，几角的，半天才凑足了20块钱。(摘自山路弯弯),6,方法三：巧妙的运用修辞,对事物加以淡妆浓抹，能使语言增亮增色，提高文章品味给人以美感。 母亲曾经有过一头浓密的黑发，柔软、亮洁、光泽，由于一生辛劳，捧出所有的心血，奉献最纯洁的母爱，来抚育我们成长，所以未老先衰，四十几岁，头发开始花白。先是两鬓染霜，后来是额前飘白，就象春天黛青的远山里悄然冒出一抹残雪，一丝丝，一缕缕垂在饱经风霜的脸上，再后来脑前脑后全沾满了白发，白得我们儿女们心疼。,7,总之，好的细节描写，就犹如一座

4、座精美的灵魂，有了它才能使人物性格鲜明，形象栩栩如生。 抛砖引玉,8,03,01,02,精用动词,服务巧用修饰语,巧妙的运用修辞,抓住细节,9,写作实践,10,Reader, I married him. A quiet wedding we had: he and I, thmore or less Constance Chatterleys position. The war had brought the roof down over her head. And she had realized that one must live and learn.She married Cliff

5、ord Chatterley in 1917, when he was home for a month on leave. They had a months honeymoon6. Then he went back to Flanders: to be shipped over to England again six months later, more or less in bits. Constance, his wife, was then twenty-three years old, and he was twenty-nine.His hold on life was ma

6、rvellous. He didnt die, and the bits seemed to grow together again. For two years he remained in the doctors hands. Then he was pronounced a cure, and could return to life again, with the lower half of his body, from the hips7 down, paralysed for ever.This was in 1920. They returned, Clifford and Co

7、nstance, to his home, Wragby Hall, the family seat. His father had died, Clifford was now a baronet, Sir Clifford, and Constance was Lady Chatterley. They came to start housekeeping and married life in the rather forlorn home of the Chatterleys on a rather inadequate9 income. Clifford had a sister,

8、but she had departed. Otherwise there were no near relatives. The elder brother was dead in the war. Crippled for ever, knowing he could never have any children, Clifford came home to the smoky Midlands to keep the Chatterley name alive while he could.He was not really downcast. He could wheel himse

9、lf about in a wheeled chair, and he had a bath-chair with a small motor attachment10, so he could drive himself slowly round the garden and into the line melancholy11 park, of which he was really so proud, though he pretended to be flippant about it.Having suffered so much, the capacity for sufferin

10、g had to some extent left him. He remained strange and bright and cheerful, almost, one might say, chirpy, with his ruddy, healthy-looking face, arid12 his pale-blue, challenging bright eyes. His shoulders were broad and strong, his hands were very strong. He was expensively dressed, and wore handso

11、me neckties from Bond Street. Yet still in his face one saw the watchful13 look, the slight vacancy14 of a cripple.He had so very nearly lost his life, that what remained was wonderfully precious to him. It was obvious in the anxious brightness of his eyes, how proud he was, after the great shock, o

12、f being alive. But he had been so much hurt that something inside him had perished, some of his feelings had gone. There was a blank of insentience.Constance, his wife, was a ruddy, country-looking girl with soft brown hair and sturdy body, and slow movements, full of unusual energy. She had big, wo

13、ndering eyes, and a soft mild voice, and seemed just to have come from her native village. It was not so at all. Her father was the once well-known R. A., old Sir Malcolm Reid. Her mother had been one of the cultivated Fabians in the palmy, rather pre-Raphaelite days. Between artists and cultured so

14、cialists16, Constance and her sister Hilda had had what might be called an aesthetically17 unconventional upbringing. They had been taken to Paris and Florence and Rome to breathe in art, and they had been taken also in the other direction, to the Hague and Berlin, to great Socialist15 conventions,

15、where the speakers spoke18 in every civilized19 tongue, and no one was abashed20.The two girls, therefore, were from an early age not the least daunted21 by either art or ideal politics. It was their natural atmosphere. They were at once cosmopolitan22 and provincial23, with the cosmopolitan provinc

16、ialism of art that goes with pure social ideals.They had been sent to Dresden at the age of fifteen, for music among other things. And they had had a good time there. They lived freely among the students, they argued with the men over philosophical24, sociological and artistic25 matters, they were j

17、ust as good as the men themselves: only better, since they were women. And they tramped off to the forests with sturdy youths bearing guitars, twang-twang! They sang the Wandervogel songs, and they were free. Free! That was the great word. Out in the open world, out in the forests of the morning, wi

18、th lusty and splendid-throated young fellows, free to do as they liked, and-above all-to say what they liked. It was the talk that mattered supremely26: the impassioned interchange of talk. Love was only a minor27 accompaniment.Both Hilda and Constance had had their tentative love-affairs by the tim

19、e they were eighteen. The young men with whom they talked so passionately28 and sang so lustily and camped under the trees in such freedom wanted, of course, the love connexion. The girls were doubtful, but then the thing was so much talked about, it was supposed to be so important. And the men were

20、 so humble29 and craving30. Why couldnt a girl be queenly, and give the gift of herself?So they had given the gift of themselves, each to the youth with whom she had the most subtle and intimate arguments. The arguments, the discussions were the great thing: the love-making and connexion were only a

21、 sort of primitive31 reversion and a bit of an anti-climax. One was less in love with the boy afterwards, and a little inclined to hate him, as if he had trespassed32 on ones privacy and inner freedom. For, of course, being a girl, ones whole dignity and meaning in life consisted in the achievement

22、of an absolute, a perfect, a pure and noble freedom. What else did a girls life mean? To shake off the old and sordid33 connexions and subjections.And however one might sentimentalize it, this sex business was one of the most ancient, sordid connexions and subjections. Poets who glorified34 it were

23、mostly men. Women had always known there was something better, something higher. And now they knew it more definitely than ever. The beautiful pure freedom of a woman was infinitely35 more wonderful than any sexual love. The only unfortunate thing was that men lagged so far behind women in the matte

24、r. They insisted on the sex thing like dogs.And a woman had to yield. A man was like a child with his appetites. A woman had to yield him what he wanted, or like a child he would probably turn nasty and flounce away and spoil what was a very pleasant connexion. But a woman could yield to a man witho

25、ut yielding her inner, free self. That the poets and talkers about sex did not seem to have taken sufficiently36 into account. A woman could take a man without really giving herself away. Certainly she could take him without giving herself into his power. Rather she could use this sex thing to have

26、power over him. For she only had to hold herself back in sexual intercourse37, and let him finish and expend38 himself without herself coming to the crisis: and then she coulde parson and clerk, were alone present. When we got back from church, I went into the kitchen of the manor-house, where Mary

27、was cooking the dinner and John cleaning the knives, and I said -Mary, I have been married to Mr. Rochester this morning. The housekeeper2 and her husband were both of that decent phlegmatic3 order of people, to whom one may at any time safely communicate a remarkable4 piece of news without incurrin

28、g5 the danger of having ones ears pierced by some shrill6 ejaculation, and subsequently stunned7 by a torrent8 of wordy wonderment. Mary did look up, and she did stare at me: the ladle with which she was basting9 a pair of chickens roasting at the fire, did for some three minutes hang suspended in a

29、ir; and for the same space of time Johns knives also had rest from the polishing process: but Mary, bending again over the roast, said only -Have you, Miss? Well, for sure!A short time after she pursued-I seed you go out with the master, but I didnt know you were gone to church to be wed1; and she b

30、asted10 away. John, when I turned to him, was grinning from ear to ear.I telled Mary how it would be, he said: I knew what Mr. Edward (John was an old servant, and had known his master when he was the cadet of the house, therefore, he often gave him his Christian11 name)-I knew what Mr. Edward would

31、 do; and I was certain he would not wait long neither: and hes done right, for aught I know. I wish you joy, Miss! and he politely pulled his forelock.Thank you, John. Mr. Rochester told me to give you and Mary this. I put into his hand a five-pound note. Without waiting to hear more, I left the kit

32、chen. In passing the door of that sanctum some time after, I caught the words -Shell happen do better for him nor ony ot grand ladies. And again, If she bent one o th handsomest, shes noan faal and varry good-natured; and i his een shes fair beautiful, onybody may see that.I wrote to Moor12 House an

33、d to Cambridge immediately, to say what I had done: fully13 explaining also why I had thus acted. Diana and Mary approved the step unreservedly. Diana announced that she would just give me time to get over the honeymoon14, and then she would come and see me.She had better not wait till then, Jane, s

34、aid Mr. Rochester, when I read her letter to him; if she does, she will be too late, for our honeymoon will shine our life long: its beams will only fade over your grave or mine.How St. John received the news, I dont know: he never answered the letter in which I communicated it: yet six months after

35、 he wrote to me, without, however, mentioning Mr. Rochesters name or alluding15 to my marriage. His letter was then calm, and, though very serious, kind. He has maintained a regular, though not frequent, correspondence ever since: he hopes I am happy, and trusts I am not of those who live without Go

36、d in the world, and only mind earthly things.You have not quite forgotten little Adele, have you, reader? I had not; I soon asked and obtained leave of Mr. Rochester, to go and see her at the school where he had placed her. Her frantic16 joy at beholding17 me again moved me much. She looked pale and

37、 thin: she said she was not happy. I found the rules of the establishment were too strict, its course of study too severe for a child of her age: I took her home with me. I meant to become her governess once more, but I soon found this impracticable; my time and cares were now required by another-my

38、 husband needed them all. So I sought out a school conducted on a more indulgent system, and near enough to permit of my visiting her often, and bringing her home sometimes. I took care she should never want for anything that could contribute to her comfort: she soon settled in her new abode18, beca

39、me very happy there, and made fair progress in her studies. As she grew up, a sound English education corrected in a great measure her French defects; and when she left school, I found in her a pleasing and obliging companion: docile19, good-tempered, and well-principled. By her grateful attention t

40、o me and mine, she has long since well repaid any little kindness I ever had it in my power to offer her.My tale draws to its close: one word respecting my experience of married life, and one brief glance at the fortunes of those whose names have most frequently recurred20 in this narrative21, and I

41、 have done.I have now been married ten years. I know what it is to live entirely22 for and with what I love best on earth. I hold myself supremely23 blest-blest beyond what language can express; because I am my husbands life as fully is he is mine. No woman was ever nearer to her mate than I am: eve

42、r more absolutely bone of his bone and flesh of his flesh. I know no weariness of my Edwards society: he knows none of mine, any more than we each do of the pulsation24 of the heart that beats in our separate bosoms25; consequently, we are ever together. To be together is for us to be at once as fre

43、e as in solitude26, as gay as in company. We talk, I believe, all day long: to talk to each other is but a more animated27 and an audible thinking. All my confidence is bestowed28 on him, all his confidence is devoted29 to me; we are precisely30 suited in character-perfect concord31 is the result.Mr

44、. Rochester continued blind the first two years of our union; perhaps it was that circumstance that drew us so very near-that knit us so very close: for I was then his vision, as I am still his right hand. Literally32, I was (what he often called me) the apple of his eye. He saw nature-he saw books

45、through me; and never did I weary of gazing for his behalf, and of putting into words the effect of field, tree, town, river, cloud, sunbeam-of the landscape before us; of the weather round us-and impressing by sound on his ear what light could no longer stamp on his eye. Never did I weary of readin

46、g to him; never did I weary of conducting him where he wished to go: of doing for him what he wished to be done. And there was a pleasure in my services, most full, most exquisite33, even though sad- -because he claimed these services without painful shame or damping humiliation34. He loved me so tr

47、uly, that he knew no reluctance35 in profiting by my attendance: he felt I loved him so fondly, that to yield that attendance was to indulge my sweetest wishes.One morning at the end of the two years, as I was writing a letter to his dictation, he came and bent36 over me, and said-Jane, have you a g

48、littering ornament37 round your neck?I had a gold watch-chain: I answered Yes.And have you a pale blue dress on?I had. He informed me then, that for some time he had fancied the obscurity clouding one eye was becoming less dense38; and that now he was sure of it.He and I went up to London. He had th

49、e advice of an eminent39 oculist40; and he eventually recovered the sight of that one eye. He cannot now see very distinctly: he cannot read or write much; but he can find his way without being led by the hand: the sky is no longer a blank to him-the earth no longer a void. When his first- born was

50、put into his arms, he could see that the boy had inherited his own eyes, as they once were-large, brilliant, and black. On that occasion, he again, with a full heart, acknowledged that God had tempered judgment41 with mercy.My Edward and I, then, are happy: and the more so, because those we most lov

51、e are happy likewise. Diana and Mary Rivers are both married: alternately, once every year, they come to see us, and we go to see them. Dianas husband is a captain in the navy, a gallant42 officer and a good man. Marys is a clergyman, a college friend of her brothers, and, from his attainments43 and

52、 principles, worthy44 of the connection. Both Captain Fitzjames and Mr. Wharton love their wives, and are loved by them.As to St. John Rivers, he left England: he went to India. He entered on the path he had marked for himself; he pursues it still. A more resolute45, indefatigable46 pioneer never wrought