2024-2025學(xué)年高中英語Unit3TheworldofcoloursandlightSectionⅦGuidedWriting學(xué)案含解析牛津譯林版選修8

Unit3Theworldofcoloursandlight如何進行人物神態(tài)描寫eq\a\vs4\al([文體指導(dǎo)])神態(tài)描寫主要指對面部五官綻開描寫，可以表現(xiàn)人物的喜怒哀樂，是對人物外貌的一種動態(tài)描寫。描寫時要用表示表情、神態(tài)的詞語，例如懊喪的表情、專注的表情等。例如：1．對頭部的描寫Hescratchedhishead，notunderstandingaword.他撓了撓頭，一個字也沒聽懂。2．對臉的描寫Herfacelitup/brightened/glowedwhenIgaveherthepresent.我給她禮物時，她的臉上煥發(fā)出了光彩。3．對眼睛的描寫Heturnedhiseyestothedoorwhenheheardthehandleturning.聽到門把手轉(zhuǎn)動的聲音，他向門那邊看去。4．對嘴巴的描寫Hestraightenedupandlookedatme，open-mouthed.他直起身，目瞪口呆地看著我。eq\a\vs4\al([常用詞塊])1．a(chǎn)satisfiedlook滿足的表情2．a(chǎn)nencouragingexpression一個令人鼓舞的表情3．a(chǎn)slightlyfrustratedexpression有些懊喪的表情4．maskherangerwithasmile用微笑來掩飾她的生氣5．wrinkleherforeheadup她皺著眉頭6．stareathiminshock驚愕地盯著他7．gopalewithfright嚇得臉蒼白8．jumpwithjoy興奮地跳起來9．glareatmesilently靜默地怒視著我10．closehereyesandclenchherteeth她閉上眼睛，咬緊牙關(guān)eq\a\vs4\al([常用語句])1．Adreaminglookcameoverherface.她露出一個夢幻的表情。2．Herfacewasfullofgloomandcruelty.她面色陰沉，表情冷酷。3．Hesmiled，hiseyesfulloflaughter.他露出了笑容，雙眼充溢笑意。4．Hereyesgleamedandherfragilefacebrokeintoasmile.她的眼睛閃耀著光線，精致的臉龐呈現(xiàn)出微笑。5．Colorglowedinhisfaceandhisstrangeeyeswidenedwithjoyfulness.他的臉熠熠閃光，驚奇的眼睛因快樂而睜得大大的。6．Aleeybecamehappyandagentlesmilespreadoverherface.阿利變得很快樂，整張臉洋溢著溫柔的微笑。7．SherodetherestofthewayhomewearingaMonaLisasmileofpeaceandgrace.她帶著蒙娜麗莎式的微笑，騎完了回家剩下的路。8．Inspiteofhisdisappointment，hemanagedaweaksmile.盡管他很悲觀，他還是牽強露出一絲淡淡的微笑。9．Therewasasoftlightinhereyesasshelookedathim.當她看著他時，她的眼睛里有柔軟的光。10．Suddenly，sheleaptup，pleasureandsurprisewrittenalloverherface.突然她跳了起來，臉上滿是喜悅和驚異。11．Hisfacesplitintoawidesmileandhesaidinasqueakyvoicethatmadepassers-bystare.他的臉上綻放出絢麗的笑容，他用尖細的聲音說著，讓路人看得目瞪口呆。eq\a\vs4\al([寫作任務(wù)])閱讀下面材料，依據(jù)其內(nèi)容和所給段落開頭語續(xù)寫兩段，使之構(gòu)成一篇完整的短文。續(xù)寫的詞數(shù)應(yīng)為150左右。APreciousBirthdayPresentHollywasconfusedassheopenedthebirthdaypresentfromherbestfriend，Susan－itwasatwelve-by-eighteen-inchdarkbluecarpet.Her“thanks”washardlyheardasHollytriedhardnottoshowherdisappointment.Thenextmorning，IcarriedakitchenrubbishbagoutsideonlytofindSusan'scarpetlyingthere.Iimmediatelyreachedinandpulleditoutoftherubbishcan.Aftergivingitabrushing，Ibroughtitintothehouseandputitaway.BeforeHolly'sbirthday，Susanhadbeenaregularvisitorinourhome.ButsuddenlyIrealizedithadbeennearlythreeweekssincewe'dheardthementionofSusan'sname.Imissedherwarmsmileverymuch.“Susaninvitedustogotoherhouseafterschooltomorrow.”Hollysaidassoonasshearrivedfromschool.Fromhervoice，Isensedshewaspleasedbytheinvitation.Weweretravellingalongthewindingcountryroadthatledtoherhousethefollowingday.OnthewaySusantalkednervouslyaboutherfostermom(養(yǎng)母)andtheseventeencatstheyhadtakeninandcaredfor.Whenwecametoastop，Susan'sfostermom－whointroducedherselfasGlenda－gaveusawarmwelcome.Susanguidedusthroughthehouse.Sheproudlyshowedusherroom，whichwasonlydecoratedwithusedfurniture.IfollowedSusan'sfostermom，Glenda，intothekitchen.Afterclearingasmallarea，Glendapoureduseachacupofblackcoffeewithhertremblinghand.Thenshebegantorelaxaswedrankourcoffeeandchattedabouthercats.HereyesshoneassheshowedherfondnessforSusan.Butherexpressionturnedbluewhenshereferredtothegirl'spast.Inashorttime，Icametorespectthiswarm-heartedwomanwhohadopenedherhometoayounggirlandattemptedtomakeadifferenceinherlife.Paragraph1：Asdaylightbegantofade，weofferedourthanksforthevisitandsaidgoodbye.______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Paragraph2：“Isthiswhatyouwerelookingfor？”Iasked.___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________【參考范文】Paragraph1：Asdaylightbegantofade，weofferedourthanksforthevisitandsaidgoodbye.Hollysatquietlyinthecaronthewayhome，asiflostinthought.Allthewaywedidn'tsayevenaword.Nosoonerhadwecometoastopinthedrivewaythanshethrewopenthecardoorandwalkedstraighttowardsthesidegate.Ifollowedherthere.MythroattightenedasIobservedmydaughterstandingnexttotherubbishcanlookinginside.Hershouldersdroppedasshereplacedthelidofthecananddraggedintothehouse.Paragraph2：“Isthiswhatyouwerelookingfor？”Iasked.Iplacedthepieceofcarpetonthetableinfrontofher.“Thanks，Mom，”shesaid，andatearortwocameoutfromhereyesandsplashedontothedarkbluecarpet.Asifbymagic，thedarkbluecarpetthatshedidn'tevenwanttorefertosuddenlybecamethemostpreciousbirthdaypresentinthewholeworld.【導(dǎo)讀】你喜愛畫畫嗎？你了解會畫畫的人嗎？閱讀短篇小說《畫冊的一頁》，讓你相識會畫畫的伊恩·費倫奇?！竟?jié)選】Feuilled'albumHereallywasanimpossibleperson.Tooshy，andhehadnothingatalltosay.Whenhecametoyourstudio，hejustsatthere，silent.Whenhefinallywent，blushingredalloverhisface，youwantedtoscreamandthrowsomethingathim.Thestrangethingwasthatatfirstsighthelookedmostinteresting.Everybodyagreedaboutthat.Yousawhiminacaféoneevening，sittinginacornerwithaglassofcoffeeinfrontofhim.Hewasathinboy，whoalwaysworeablueshirtandagreyjacketthatwasalittletoosmallforhim.Helookedjustlikeaboywhohasdecidedtorunawaytosea.Youexpectedhimtogetupatanymoment，andwalkoutintothenightandbedrowned.Hehadshortblackhair，greyeyes，whiteskinandamouththatalwayslookedreadyfortears.Oh，justtoseehimdidsomethingtoyourheart！Andhehadthishabitofblushing.Ifawaiterspoketohim，heturnedred!‘Whoishe，mydear?Doyouknow？’‘Yes.HisnameisIanFrench.Hepaints.Theysayhe'sveryclever.SomeoneIknowtriedtomotherhim.Sheaskedhimhowoftenhehadaletterfromhome，ifhehadenoughblanketsonhisbed，howmuchmilkhedrank.Thenshewenttohisstudiotomakesurehehadenoughcleanshirts.Sherangandrangthebell，butnobodycametothedoor，althoughshewassurehewasthere...Hopeless！’Someoneelsedecidedheoughttofallinlove.Shecalledhimtoher，tookhishand，andtoldhimhowwonderfullifecanbeforthosewhoarebrave.Butwhenshewenttohisstudiooneevening，sherangandrang...Hopeless.‘Whatthepoorboyreallyneedsisexcitement，’athirdwomansaid.Shetookhimtocafésandnight-clubs，darkplaceswherethedrinkscosttoomuchandtherewerealwaysstoriesofashootingthenightbefore.Oncehegotverydrunk，butstillhesaidnothing，andwhenshetookhimhometohisstudio，hejustsaid‘goodnight’andleftheroutsideinthestreet...Hopeless.Otherwomentriedtohelphim—womencanbeverykind—butfinallythey，too，weredefeated.Weareallbusypeople，andwhyshouldwespendourvaluabletimeonsomeonewhorefusestobehelped?‘Andanyway，Ithinkthereissomethingratheroddabouthim，don'tyouagree？Hecan'tbeasinnocentashelooks.WhycometoParisifyoudon'tintendtohaveanyfun？’Helivedatthetopofatall，uglybuilding，neartheriver.Asitwassohigh，thestudiohadawonderfulview.Fromthetwobigwindowshecouldseeboatsontheriverandanislandcoveredwithtrees.Fromthesidewindowhelookedacrosstoasmalleranduglierhouse，anddownbelowtherewasaflowermarket.Youcouldseethetopsofhugeumbrellaswithbrightflowersaroundthem，andplantsinboxes.Oldwomenmovedbackwardsandforwardsamongtheflowers.Really，hedidn'tneedtogoout.Therewasalwayssomethingtodraw.Ifanykindwomanhadbeenabletogetintohisstudio，shewouldhavehadasurprise.Hekeptitasneatasapin.Everythingwasarrangedinitsplace，exactlylikeapainting—thebowlofeggs，thecupsandtheteapotontheshelf，thebooksandthelamponthetable.TherewasaredIndiancoveronhisbed，andonthewallbythebedtherewasasmall，neatlywrittennotice：GETUPATONCE.Everydaywasthesame.Whenthelightwasgoodhepainted，thencookedamealandtidiedthestudio.Intheeveningshewenttothecaféorsatathomereadingorwritingalistwhichbegan：‘WhatIcanaffordtospend’．Thelistended‘Ipromisenottospendmorethismonth.Signed，IanFrench’．Nothingoddaboutthat；butthewomenwereright.Therewassomethingelse.Oneeveninghewassittingatthesidewindoweatinganappleandlookingdownontothetopsofthehugeumbrellasintheemptyflowermarket.Ithadbeenraining，thefirstspringrainoftheyear，andtheairsmelledofplantsandwetearth.Downbelowinthemarket，thetreeswerecoveredinnewgreen.‘Whatkindoftreesarethey？’hewondered.Hestareddownatthesmalluglyhouse，andsuddenlytwowindowsopenedlikewingsandagirlcameoutontothebalcony，carryingapotofdaffodils.Shewasastrangelythingirlinadarkdress，withapinkhandkerchieftiedoverherhair.‘Yes，itiswarmenough.Itwilldothemgood，’shesaid，puttingdownthepot，andturningtosomeoneintheroominside.Assheturned，sheputherhandsuptoherhairtotidyit，andlookeddownatthemarketandupatthesky.Shedidnotlookatthehouseopposite.Thenshedisappeared.Hisheartfelloutofthewindowanddowntothebalcony，whereitburieditselfamongthegreenleavesofthedaffodils.Theroomwiththebalconywasthesitting-room，andnexttoitwasthekitchen.Heheardherwashingthedishesaftersupper，sawhercometothewindowtoshakeoutthetablecloth.Sheneversangorcombedherhairorstaredatthemoonasyounggirlsaresaidtodo.Shealwaysworethesamedarkdressandpinkhandkerchief.Whodidshelivewith？Nobodyelsecametothewindow，butshewasalwaystalkingtosomeone.Hermother，hedecided，wasalwaysill.Theytookinsewingwork.Thefatherwasdead...Hehadbeenajournalist.Byworkingalldaysheandhermotherjustmadeenoughmoneytoliveon，buttheyneverwentoutandtheyhadnofriends.Hehadtomakesomenewnotices...‘Nottogotothewindowbeforesixo'clock：signed，IanFrench.Nottothinkaboutheruntilhehadfinishedhispaintingfortheday：signed，IanFrench.’Itwasquitesimple.Shewastheonlypersonhewantedtoknowbecauseshewas，hedecided，theonlypersonalivewhowasexactlyhisage.Hedidn'twantsillygirls，andhehadnouseforolderwomen.Shewashisage.Shewas—well，justlikehim.Hesatinhisstudio，staringatherwindows，seeinghimselfinthoseroomswithher.Shewasoftenangry.Theyhadterriblefights，heandshe.Andsherarelylaughed.Onlysometimes，whenshetoldhimaboutafunnylittlecatsheoncehad，whousedtoscratchandpretendtobefiercewhenshegaveitmeattoeat...Thingslikethatmadeherlaugh.Usually，theysattogetherveryquietly，talkinginlowvoices，orsilentandtiredaftertheday'swork.Ofcourse，sheneveraskedhimabouthispictures，andofcoursehepaintedthemostwonderfulpicturesofher，whichshehatedbecausehemadehersothinandsodark...Buthowcouldhemeether?Thenhediscoveredthatonceaweek，intheevening，shewentshopping.OntwoThursdayshesawheratthewindowinacoat，carryingabasket.ThenextThursday，atthesametime，herandownthestairs.Therewasalovelypinklightovereverything.Hesawitreflectedintheriver，andthepeoplewalkingtowardshiminthestreethadpinkfacesandpinkhands.Outsidethehousehewaitedforher.Hehadnoideawhathewasgoingtodoorsay.‘Hereshecomes，’saidavoiceinhishead.Shewalkedveryquickly，withsmall，lightsteps...Whatcouldhedo？Hecouldonlyfollow...Firstshewenttobuysomebread.Thenshewenttoafishshop.Shehadtowaitalongtimeinthere.Thenshewenttothefruitshopandboughtanorange.Ashewatchedher，heknewmoresurelythaneverthathemusttalktoher，now.Herseriousnessandherloneliness，eventhewayshewalked—separate，somehow，distantfromtheotherpeopleinthestreet—allthiswassonatural，sorighttohim.‘Yes，sheisalwayslikethat，’hethoughtproudly.‘SheandIaredifferentfromthesepeople.’Butnowshewasgoinghome，andhehadnotspokentoher.Thenshewentintoanothershop.Throughthewindow，hesawherbuyinganegg.Shetookitcarefullyoutofthebasket—abrownegg，abeautifulone，theonehehimselfwouldhavechosen.Shecameoutoftheshop，andhewentin.Amomentlaterhewasoutagain，followingherthroughtheflowermarket，pastthehugeumbrellas，walkingonfallenflowers.Hefollowedherintothehouseandupthestairs.Shestoppedatadoorandtookakeyoutofherpurse.Assheputthekeyinthelock，heranuptoher.Blushingredderthanever，butlookingstraightather，hesaid，almostangrily：‘Excuseme，Mademoiselle，youdroppedthis.’Andhegaveheranegg.畫冊的一頁他真是個令人難以忍受的人。那么怕羞。跟人壓根兒就無話可說。他進了你的工作室，就一聲不吭地坐在那兒。當他滿臉通紅最終要走的時候，你真想沖他大叫，把什么東西朝他扔過去。驚奇的是，他給人第一眼的印象卻顯得特別好玩。對于這一點大家都有同感。某個晚上你會在咖啡館里看到他，面前放了杯咖啡，在角落里坐著。他是個瘦瘦的小伙子，總是穿一件藍襯衣和一件有些太小的灰色夾克。他看上去就像個確定要逃亡海上的男孩兒。你覺得他隨時都會起身，走進夜色，沉沒在海里。他留著一頭短短的黑發(fā)，長著灰色的眼睛，白皙的皮膚，還有那看起來總像要哭的嘴巴。噢，只要望見他你就會心動！他還有愛臉紅的習(xí)慣。即使是侍者跟他說話，他也會臉紅！“他是誰，敬愛的？你相識嗎？”“相識。他叫伊恩·弗倫奇，畫畫的，聽說很聰慧。有個我相識的人試圖像母親一樣地照看他。她問他多長時間能收到一封家信，床上的毯子夠不夠用，以及喝多少牛奶。后來她去他的畫室想看看他的干凈襯衫夠不夠穿。她一遍又一遍地按門鈴，但是沒人應(yīng)門，盡管她確信他就在里面……無可救藥！”另一個女人認為他應(yīng)當去戀愛。她把他叫到身邊，拉著他的手，告知他對于那些英勇者來說，生活會有多么美妙。但是，當她有一天晚上去他的畫室時，她一遍又一遍地按門鈴……無可救藥?！斑@個可憐的小伙子真正須要的是刺激?！钡谌齻€女人說。她把他帶到咖啡館和夜總會，都是些昏暗的地方，在那里飲料賣得特殊貴，并且總能聽到頭天夜里發(fā)生的槍擊案。有一次他喝得酩酊大醉，可還是一言不發(fā)。她送他回畫室時，他只說了句“晚安”就完事了，把她一人留在了外面的大街上……無可救藥。還有些女人試圖幫他——女人們有時特別慈愛——可她們最終也都失敗了。我們都很忙，為什么要把我們珍貴的時間花到拒絕接受幫助的人身上呢？“不管怎么說，我還是認為他這人挺怪異的，你們說呢？他不行能像表面看上去的那樣天真爛漫。假如不想找樂子的話，為什么要來巴黎呢？”他住在河邊一幢難看的高樓頂層。因為樓很高，他從畫室可以看到美麗的風景。從那兩扇大窗戶往外望，可以看到河上的船只，還有一座長滿樹木的小島。從側(cè)面窗戶往外望，可以看到更小更難看的房子，再往下看有一個花市。你能看到許多大傘的頂部，傘的四周擺著明麗的鮮花和盆栽植物。老婦人們在花叢中走來走去。他真的沒有必要出去，因為在這里總能找到畫畫的素材。任何一個好心的女人要是能進入他的畫室的話，確定會驚訝的。他把房間整理得干干凈凈，一切都布置得井井有條，就像是一幅畫一樣——盛著雞蛋的碗，放在架子上的杯子和茶壺，擺在桌上的書和燈。床上蓋著一條紅色的印度床罩，床邊的墻上貼著一小張書寫工整的便條：立刻起床。每天的日子都過得一模一樣。光線足夠的時候他畫畫，然后做飯，整理畫室。晚上他去咖啡館，或者坐在家里讀書，或者寫份清單，開頭是“我能夠支付的錢數(shù)”。結(jié)束語是“我保證這個月的開銷絕不超過上個月。伊恩·弗倫奇(簽名)。”這倒沒有什么怪異的；但女人們是對的。他有其他的怪異之處。有一天晚上，他坐在側(cè)面窗戶旁吃蘋果，望著下面空無一人的花市里那些大傘的頂部。外面始終在下雨，這是這一年中的第一場春雨?？諝庵谐湟缰菽镜姆枷愫统睗竦哪嗤翚庀?。樓下市場里的樹木涂上了一層新綠?！斑@是些什么樹呢？”他心里琢磨著。他注視著下面一所又小又難看的房子，突然兩扇窗戶像翅膀一樣地打開了，一個女孩兒來到了陽臺上，手里還捧著一盆水仙花。這是個瘦得稀奇的女孩兒，穿一件深色衣服，頭