典范英语7-2

2、吵闹的邻居1。

Flinch先生在一个阴森的，灰色的城镇中，有一座阴森的，灰色的房子，房子中又生活了一个不快乐的男人。

不是因为他的灰色房子，使Flinch先生不快乐，也不是因为他很穷,因为并非如此.Flinch先生是一个吝啬鬼。

他从未给过别人一个便士(他从未给过别人一个微笑)，他是一个吝啬和凄惨的人。

Flinch很悲惨，是因为他的邻居.Flinch先生那灰色的、阴森的房子的一侧，有一座红色的房子，那是属于Carl Clutch修理工的。

Carl爱汽车，摩托车，面包车和卡车。

每天早上,Flinch先生起床时,就不断的听到锤子声,扳手的叮当声和发动机加速运转起来的声音，整条街都被这声响晃动起来。

在另一侧，一所明亮的蓝色的房子里，住着一位叫Poppy Pink的音乐教师。

每天早上，Poppy坐下来,在她那架美妙的钢琴上弹奏美妙的乐曲.早餐后,她的学生就来了。

小提琴发出了刺耳的声音，鼓发出了雷鸣般的声音，低音管在咆哮着，Flinch先生关上了窗子，但这声音还是穿透了墙壁。

Brum—brum，totle—toot，bang！他的整个房子都在颤抖着.他用手塞住耳朵。

他在墙上敲击以表示抗议……但邻居们听不到。

他们实在是太快乐了。

他们修理着汽车和做音乐，他们热爱他们的工作。

Brum-brum ，totle-toot，bang! Flinch先生又砸墙又斥责，直到他在壁纸上敲出了洞，也没有用。

Flinch先生把自己锁在壁橱里，他用毛巾把头包起来。

他愤怒的写了许多信，但又把它们全都撕碎了,“邮票的花费太贵了！"他说。

甚至到了床上，他戴着一顶帽子来阻止噪音.但是发动机还是在加速旋转，音乐还是在发出刺耳的声音。

Flinch先生就像被夹在噪音三明治中间的灰色的馅.“不能再这样继续下去了！”Flinch对自己说。

他甚至大声的吼了出来。

2、拙劣的伎俩Flinch先生去敲Carl先生的房子，Carl在修汽车，他很容易的溜进了他的厨房，把一只死老鼠放在了他的冰箱里。

第二篇原文：Noisy Neighbours1Mr FlinchIn a grim, grey house in a grim, grey town lived an unhappy man.It was not his grey house that made Mr Flinch unhappy. It was not that he was poor, because he was not. Mr Flinch was a miser. He never gave away a penny. ( He never gave away a smile either. ) He was a mean and miserable man.Mr Flinch was miserable because of his neighbours.On one side of Mr Flinch’s grim, grey house stood a jolly red one. It belonged to Carl Clutch who mended cars.Carl loved cars – and motorbikes and vans and lorries. Every morning, Mr Flinch woke up to hear hammers banging, spanners clanging and engines revving. The whole street shook with the noise.]On the other side, in a bright blue house, lived a music teacher called Poppy Plink. Each morning, Poppy sat down and played grand tunes on her grand piano. After breakfast, her students started to arrive.Violins screeched, drums thundered and bassoons bellowed. Mr Flinch shut his window, but the noise still came through the wall. Brum – brum, tootle – toot, bang! His whole house shook and shivered.He put his fingers in his ears.He rapped on the wall … but his neighbours did not hear.They were far too happy. They were mending cars and making music, and they loved their work.Brum – brum, tootle – toot, bang!Mr Flinch rap rapped until he made holes in his wallpaper. It did no good.Mr Flinch locked himself in a cupboard. He wound old towels round his head.）He wrote angry letters, but tore them all up. ‘ Stamps cost far too much money!’ he said.Even in bed, he wore a hat to keep out the noise.But the cars still revved and the music still jangled.Mr Flinch was the grey filling in a noise sandwich.‘This can’t go on,’ Flinch thought to himself. He even shouted it out loud:2Nasty TricksMr Flinch went next door to Carl’s house. Carl was mending cars. It was easy to sneak into his kitchen and put a dead rat in the fridge.$‘That will get rid of him!’ said Flinch, and smiled a nasty smile. ‘Nobody wants to live in a house with rats!’At midnight, Mr Flinch climbed on to his roof and – carefully, carefully – crawled across the tiles. He put his head down Poppy’s chimney and gave a long, loud, ‘Hooowooowoooo!’‘That will get ride of her,’ he said with a grim grin. ‘Nobody wants to liv e in a house with ghosts!’Then he climbed back into bed.Next morning, Mr Flinch woke to a HUGE noise. Cars and lorries were stopping outside. He looked out of his window.Carl was sitting outside in the rood, with a table, a kettle, a loaf of bread and a bottle of tomato sauce.Carl called to Mr Flinch, ‘Can’t use my kitchen today! Rays, urgh! My mum is cleaning up. She told me to eat my breakfast outside. That’s how I got this great idea! Take – away breakfast! Drivers can stop here and buy break fast.’Just then, Poppy Plink came running out of her blue front door. ‘Oh, Mr Flinch! Oh, Carl! Guess what happened last night!’<‘I give up,’ said Mr Flinch, with a sumg smirk. ‘Do tell.’Poppy beamed with joy. ‘Last night, angles sang down my chi mney! They did, I promise!’ She frowned. ‘But the music wasn’t very good! I think they want some new songs to sing! I’m sure they want me to write them, and I shall! Oh I shall!’She did.Poppy still had to teach music all day.But at night she wrote angle music. She made it nice and loud, with lots of cymbals and trumpets.It was all too much for Mr Flinch.3Mr Flinch has a Plan{Mr Flinch went next door to Carl’s house.He showed Carl a fistful of money. ‘The day you move house, all this is yours!’ he said.‘Anything you say, chief,’ said Carl, wiping his dirty hands on a rag.‘As long as I can mend cars, I’ll be happy anywhere.’ Carl went on, ‘I’ll move out as soonas I can sell the house!’Next, Mr Flinch went to Poppy’s house and offered her a hatful of money. ‘The day you move house, all this is yours!’ he said.‘Of course! If that is what you want, dear heart! Cried Poppy.She had never seen so much money in her life. ‘As long as I have my music, I can be happy anywhere! I will move out just as soon as I can sell my little house!’Mr Flinch went home a happy man – well, as happy as a man like Mr Flinch can ever be.*He felt in his empty pockets and gulped. ‘All that money gone! Ah, but soon those noisy neighbours will be gon e, too!’In a few days, Mr Flinch’s neighbours had sold up their houses.Now, at last, he would have peace and quiet – nothing but the noise of mice scratching in the empty cellar.4 Moving DayMr Flinch watched as Poppy Plink moved out. Bo-jangle went the piano as she pushed and bumped it down the steps.‘Going already are you, you pest’ he mutted. ‘I pity the person who has to live next door to you!’Seeing him, Poppy waved up at the window.(‘Such luck, Mr Flinch!’ she called. ‘Fancy! A few days ago, I met someone who wants to move house too! We agreed to swap houses!’Just then, Carl came out of his front door carrying two heavy tool boxes. He saw Poppy struggling with a harp and went to help her. ‘All set, Poppy he said.‘All set, Carl! Isn’t this fun!’ She replied.Then Carl moved into Poppy’s bright house and Poppy moved into Carl’s jolly red one.They helped each other to carry the big things, like tables and sofas.Then Carl had a house-warming party. He and Poppy sang, because they were so happy: ‘There’s no place like home!’Mr Flinch heard it right through the wall of his house … even inside his cupboard, even with a towel round his head.第二篇翻译：|吵闹的邻居先生在一个阴森的，灰色的城镇中，有一座阴森的，灰色的房子，房子中又生活了一个不快乐的男人。

新版典范英语7（旧版6）2 第二篇J /I J * /niqNoisy Neighbours1 Mr FlinchIn a grim, grey house in a grim, grey town lived an unhappy man.It was not his grey house that made Mr Flinch unhappy. It was not that he was poor, because he was not. Mr Flinch was a miser. He never gave away a penny. ( He never gave away a smile either. ) He was a mean and miserable man.Mr Flinch was miserable because of his neighbours.On one side of Mr Flinch 's grim, grey house stood a jolly red one. It belonged to CarlClutch who mended cars.Carl loved cars -and motorbikes and vans and lorries. Every morning, Mr Flinch woke up to hear hammers banging, spanners clanging and engines revving. The whole street shook with the noise.On the other side, in a bright blue house, lived a music teacher called Poppy Plink. Each morning, Poppy sat down and played grand tunes on her grand piano. After breakfast, her students started to arrive.Violins screeched, drums thundered and bassoons bellowed. Mr Flinch shut his window, but the noise still came through the wall. Brum -brum, tootle -toot, bang! Hiswhole house shook and shivered.He put his fingers in his ears.He rapped on the wall …but his n eighbours did not hear.They were far too happy. They were mending cars and making music, and they loved their work.Brum -brum, tootle -toot, bang!Mr Flinch rap rapped until he made holes in his wallpaper. It did no good.Mr Flinch locked himself in a cupboard. He wound old towels round his head.He wrote angry letters, but tore them all up. ‘Stamps cost far too much money!'he said.Even in bed, he wore a hat to keep out the noise.But the cars still revved and the music still jangled.Mr Flinch was the grey filling in a noise sandwich.‘This can 't go on, ' Flinch thought to hfi.mHs e leven shouted it out loud:2 Nasty TricksMr Flinch went next door to Carl 's house. Carl was mending cars. It was easy to sneak into his kitchen and put a dead rat in the fridge.‘That will get rid of him! ' said Flinch, and smiled a nasty smile. ‘Nobody wants to li a house with rats! 'At midnight, Mr Flinch climbed on to his roof and -carefully, carefully -crawled across the tiles. He put his head down Poppy'schimney and gave a long, loud, ‘Hooowooowoooo! '‘That will get ride of her, he sa'id with a grim grin. ‘Nobody wants to live in a housewith ghosts! 'Then he climbed back into bed.Next morning, Mr Flinch woke to a HUGE noise. Cars and lorries were stopping outside. He looked out of his window.Carl was sitting outside in the rood, with a table, a kettle, a loaf of bread and a bottle of tomato sauce.Carl called to Mr Flinch, ‘Can't use my kitchen today! Rays, urgh! My mum is cleaningup. She told me to eat my breakfast outside. That 's how I got this great ide a w! aTyake breakfast! Drivers can stop here and buy breakfast. 'Just then, Poppy Plink came running out of her blue front door. ‘Oh, Mr Flinch! Oh,Carl! Guess what happened last night! '‘I give up, ' said Mr Flinch, with a sumg smirk. ‘Do tell. 'Poppy beamed with joy. ‘Lastnight, angles sang down my chimney! They did, I promise! ' She frowned. ‘But the music wasn 't very good! I think they want some new songsto sing! I 'm sure they want me to write them, and I shall! Oh I shall! 'She did.Poppy still had to teach music all day.But at night she wrote angle music. She made it nice and loud, with lots of cymbals and trumpets.It was all too much for Mr Flinch.3 Mr Flinch has a PlanMr Flinch went next door to Carl 's house.He showed Carl a fistful of m oney. ‘The day you move house, all this is yours! ' he said.‘Anything you say, chief, ' said Carl, wiping his dirty hands on a rag.‘Aslong as I can mend cars, I'lbl e happy anywhere. 'Carl went on, ‘I 'mlol ve out as soon as I can sell the house! 'Next, Mr Flinch went to Poppy 's house and offered her a hatful of money. ‘The day you move house, all this is yours! ' he said.‘Of course! If that is what you want, dear heart! Cried Poppy.She had never seen so much money in her life. ‘As long as I hamvye music, I can be happy anywhere!I will move out just as soon as I can sell my little house! 'Mr Fli nch went home a happy man - well, as happy as a man like Mr Fli nch can ever be.He felt in his empty pockets and gulped. ‘All that money gone! Aths,oboun those noisy neighbours will be gone, too! 'In a few days, Mr Flinch 's neighbours had sold up their houses.Now, at last, he would have peace and quiet - nothing but the no ise of mice scratchi ngin the empty cellar.4 Moving DayMr Flinch watched as Poppy Plink moved out. Bo-jangle went the piano as she pushed and bumped it down the steps.‘Goingalready are you, you pest?'he mutted. ‘Ipity the person who has to live next door to you! ' Seeing him, Poppy waved up at the window.‘Such luck, Mr Flinch! ' she called. ‘Fancy! A few days ago, I met someone who wants to move house too! We agreed to swap houses! 'Just then, Carl came out of his front door carrying two heavy tool boxes. He saw Poppy struggling with a harp and went to help her. ‘All set, Poppy? he said.‘All set, Carl! Isn 't this fun! ' She replied.Then Carl moved into Poppy 's bright house and Poppy moved into Carl 's jolly red one.They helped each other to carry the big things, like tables and sofas.Then Carl had a house-warming party. He and Poppy sang, because they were so happy:‘ There ' s no place like home! 'Mr Flinch heard it right through the wall of his house with a towel …eve n in side his cupboard, eve nround his head.。

第二篇原文：Noisy Neighbours1Mr FlinchIn a grim, grey house in a grim, grey town lived an unhappy man.It was not his grey house that made Mr Flinch unhappy. It was not that he was poor, because he was not. Mr Flinch was a miser. He never gave away a penny. ( He never gave away a smile either. ) He was a mean and miserable man.Mr Flinch was miserable because of his neighbours.On one side of Mr Flinch’s grim, grey house stood a jolly red one. It belonged to Carl Clutch who mended cars.Carl loved cars –and motorbikes and vans and lorries. Every morning, Mr Flinch woke up to hear hammers banging, spanners clanging and engines revving. The whole street shook with the noise.On the other side, in a bright blue house, lived a music teacher called Poppy Plink. Each morning, Poppy sat down and played grand tunes on her grand piano. After breakfast, her students started to arrive.Violins screeched, drums thundered and bassoons bellowed. Mr Flinch shut his window, but the noise still came through the wall. Brum – brum, tootle – toot, bang! His whole house shook and shivered.He put his fingers in his ears.He rapped on the wall … but his neighbours did not hear.They were far too happy. They were mending cars and making music, and they loved their work.Brum – brum, tootle – toot, bang!Mr Flinch rap rapped until he made holes in his wallpaper. It did no good.Mr Flinch locked himself in a cupboard. He wound old towels round his head.He wrote angry letters, but tore them all up. ‘ Stamps cost far too much money!’ he said.Even in bed, he wore a hat to keep out the noise.But the cars still revved and the music still jangled.Mr Flinch was the grey filling in a noise sandwich.‘This can’t go on,’ Flinch thought to himself. He even shouted it out loud:2Nasty TricksMr Flinch went next door to Carl’s house. Carl was mending cars. It was easy to sneak into his kitchen and put a dead rat in the fridge.‘That will get rid of him!’ said Flinch, and smiled a nasty smile. ‘Nobody wants to live in a house wi th rats!’At midnight, Mr Flinch climbed on to his roof and –carefully, carefully –crawled across the tiles. He put his head down Poppy’s chimney and gave a long, loud, ‘Hooowooowoooo!’‘That will get ride of her,’ he said with a grim grin. ‘Nobody want s to live in a house with ghosts!’Then he climbed back into bed.Next morning, Mr Flinch woke to a HUGE noise. Cars and lorries were stopping outside. He looked out of his window.Carl was sitting outside in the rood, with a table, a kettle, a loaf of bread and a bottle of tomato sauce.Carl called to Mr Flinch, ‘Can’t use my kitchen today! Rays, urgh! My mum is cleaning up. She told me to eat my breakfast outside. That’s how I got this great idea! Take –away breakfast! Drivers can stop here and buy breakfast.’Just then, Poppy P link came running out of her blue front door. ‘Oh, Mr Flinch! Oh, Carl! Guess what happened last night!’‘I give up,’ said Mr Flinch, with a sumg smirk. ‘Do tell.’Poppy beamed with joy. ‘Last night, angles sang down my chimney! They did, I promise!’ She frowned. ‘But the music wasn’t very good! I think they want some new songs to sing! I’m sure they want me to write them, and I shall! Oh I shall!’She did.Poppy still had to teach music all day.But at night she wrote angle music. She made it nice and loud, with lots of cymbals and trumpets.It was all too much for Mr Flinch.3Mr Flinch has a PlanMr Flinch went next door to Carl’s house.He showed Carl a fistful of money. ‘The day you move house, all this is yours!’ he said.‘Anything you say, chief,’ said Carl, wiping his dirty hands on a rag.‘As long as I can mend cars, I’ll be happy anywhere.’ Carl went on, ‘I’ll move outas soon as I can sell the house!’Next, Mr Flinch went to Poppy’s house and offered her a hatful of money. ‘Th e day you move house, all this is yours!’ he said.‘Of course! If that is what you want, dear heart! Cried Poppy.She had never seen so much money in her life. ‘As long as I have my music, I can be happy anywhere! I will move out just as soon as I can sell my little house!’Mr Flinch went home a happy man – well, as happy as a man like Mr Flinch can ever be.He felt in his empty pockets and gulped. ‘All that money gone! Ah, but soon those noisy neighbours will be gone, too!’In a few days, Mr Flin ch’s neighbours had sold up their houses.Now, at last, he would have peace and quiet –nothing but the noise of mice scratching in the empty cellar.4 Moving DayMr Flinch watched as Poppy Plink moved out. Bo-jangle went the piano as she pushed and bumped it down the steps.‘Going already are you, you pest?’ he mutted. ‘I pity the person who has to live next door to you!’Seeing him, Poppy waved up at the window.‘Such luck, Mr Flinch!’ she called. ‘Fancy! A few days ago, I met someone who wants to move house too! We agreed to swap houses!’Just then, Carl came out of his front door carrying two heavy tool boxes. He sawPoppy struggling with a harp and went to help her. ‘All set, Poppy? he said.‘All set, Carl! Isn’t this fun!’ She replied.Then Carl moved into Poppy’s bright house and Poppy moved into Carl’s jolly red one.They helped each other to carry the big things, like tables and sofas.Then Carl had a house-warming party. He and Poppy sang, because they were so happy: ‘There’s no place like home!’Mr Flinch heard it right through the wall of his house … even inside his cupboard, even with a towel round his head.第二篇翻译：吵闹的邻居1.Flinch先生在一个阴森的，灰色的城镇中，有一座阴森的，灰色的房子，房子中又生活了一个不快乐的男人。

新版典范英语7(旧版6）2 第二篇Noisy Neighbours1Mr FlinchIn a grim, grey house in a grim，grey town lived an unhappy man。

It was not his grey house that made Mr Flinch unhappy. It was not that he was poor，because he was not. Mr Flinch was a miser. He never gave away a penny. （He never gave away a smile either。

) He was a mean and miserable man.Mr Flinch was miserable because of his neighbours.On one side of Mr Flinch’s grim, grey house stood a jolly red one. It belonged to Carl Clutch who mended cars.Carl loved cars –and motorbikes and vans and lorries. Every morning，Mr Flinch woke up to hear hammers banging，spanners clanging and engines revving. The whole street shook with the noise。

On the other side, in a bright blue house，lived a music teacher called Poppy Plink。

Each morning，Poppy sat down and played grand tunes on her grand piano. After breakfast，her students started to arrive.Violins screeched，drums thundered and bassoons bellowed. Mr Flinch shut his window，but the noise still came through the wall. Brum – brum，tootle – toot, bang! His whole house shook and shivered.He put his fingers in his ears。

典范英语7-02Coming Clean （坦白）故事简介：萨奇先生是戴瑞克和简妮的老师，萨奇先生每天都穿同样的皱皱巴巴又肥肥大大裤子来学校。

他们说萨奇老师邋遢，没有别的裤子。

可是有一天萨奇老师穿着一套崭新的衣服来到学样，他们非常惊讶！直到有一天上艺术课戴瑞克在萨奇先生的新裤子上擦了手，弄脏了萨奇先生的新裤子，他们不敢向萨奇先生说，决定背着老师去清洗，可是不但没有洗干净反而还把这套衣服弄丢在公共汽车上，被司机当成抹布用了。

于是他们决定只能向老师承认错误。

很巧的是这一天学校厨房着火了，当时萨奇先生努力去灭火。

灭火时戴瑞克和简妮向萨奇先生承认了错误，萨奇先生根本不听一直向他们说没关系，没关系，最后火被萨奇先生用自己的这套衣服扑灭了，萨奇先生成为他们心中的英雄。

校长也答应给他一套新衣服，而萨奇先生也很高兴。

句子：1、Derek and Janey were eating jam roly-poly in the hall and talking about Mr Such’s trousers. 戴瑞克和简妮正大厅一边吃果酱馅蛋糕卷儿一边谈论萨奇先生的裤子。

2、Mr Such was their teacher and he wore the same trousers to school, day in and day out.萨奇先生是他们的老师 他每天都穿那条同样的裤子来学校3、‘Carry on,everyone,’said Mr Such, a bit red in the face. ‘Carry on eating.“你们别停下”萨奇先生说着 脸上泛起一点儿红晕“继续吃。

”4、There was Mr Such in a brand new suit. A spotless white suit without a crease in it.萨奇先生身穿一身崭新的套装站在那里，衣服一尘不染毫无褶皱。

新版典范英语7（旧版6）2第二篇Noisy Neighbours1Mr FlinchIn a grim, grey house in a grim, grey town lived an unhappy man.It was not his grey house that made Mr Flinch unhappy. It was not that he was poor,because he was not. Mr Flinch was a miser. He never gave away a penny. ( He never gaveaway a smile either. ) He was a mean and miserable man.Mr Flinch was miserable because of his neighbours.On one side of Mr Flinch’s grim, grey house stood a jo lly red one. It belonged to CarlClutch who mended cars.Carl loved cars–and motorbikes and vans and lorries. Every morning, Mr Flinch wokeuptohearhammersbanging,spannersclangingandenginesrevving.Thewholestreet shook with the noise.Ontheotherside,inabrightbluehouse,livedamusicteachercalledPoppyPlink.Each morning, Poppy sat down and played grand tunes on her grand piano. After breakfast,her students started to arrive.Violinsscreeched,drumsthunderedandbassoonsbellowed.MrFlinchshuthiswindo w, but the noise still came through the wall. Brum–brum, tootle–toot, bang! Hiswhole house shook and shivered.He put his fingers in his ears.He rapped on the wall … but his neighbours did not hear.They were far too happy. They were mending cars and making music, and they lovedtheir work.Brum–brum, tootle–toot, bang!Mr Flinch rap rapped until he made holes in his wallpaper. It did no good.Mr Flinch locked himself in a cupboard. He wound old towels round hishead.Hewroteangryletters,buttorethemallup.‘Stampscostfartoomuchmoney!’hesaid.Even in bed, he wore a hat to keep out the noise.But the cars still revved and the music still jangled.Mr Flinch was the grey filling in a noise sandwich.‘This can’t go on,’ Flinch thought to himself. He even shouted it out loud:2Nasty TricksMr Flinch went next door to Carl’s house. Carl was mending cars. It was easy to sneakinto his kitchen and put a dead rat in the fridge.‘That will get rid of him!’ said Flinch, and smiled a nasty smile. ‘Nobody wants to live ina house with rats!’Atmidnight,MrFlinchclimbedontohisroofand–carefully,carefully–crawledacrossthetiles.HeputhisheaddownPoppy’schimneyandgavealong,loud,‘Hooo wooowoooo!’‘That will get ride of her,’ he said with a grim grin. ‘Nobody wants to live in a housewith ghosts!’Then he climbed back into bed.Nextmorning,MrFlinchwoketoaHUGEnoise.Carsandlorrieswerestopping典范英语71outside. He looked out of his window.Carl was sitting outside in the rood, with a table, a kettle, a loaf of bread and a bottle oftomato sauce.Carl called to Mr Flinch, ‘Can’t use my kitchen today! Rays, urgh! My mum is cleaningup. She told me to eat my breakfast outside. That’s how I got this great idea! Take –awaybreakfast! Drivers can stop here and buy breakfast.’Just then, Poppy Plink came running out of her blue fro nt door. ‘Oh, Mr Flinch! Oh,Carl! Guess what happened last night!’‘I give up,’ said Mr Flinch, with a sumg smirk. ‘Do tell.’Poppybeamedwithjoy.‘Lastnight,anglessangdownmychimney!Theydid,Ipromise!’ She frowned. ‘But the music wasn’t very good! I think the y want some new songsto sing! I’m sure they want me to write them, and I shall! Oh I shall!’She did.Poppy still had to teach music all day.But at night she wrote angle music. She made it nice and loud, with lots of cymbals andtrumpets.It was all too much for Mr Flinch.3Mr Flinch has a PlanMr Flinch went next door to Carl’s house.He showed Carl a fistful of money. ‘The day you move house, all this is yours!’ he said.‘Anything you say, chief,’ said Carl, wiping his dirty hands on a rag.‘AslongasIcanmendcars,I’llbehappyanywhere.’Carlwenton,‘I’llmoveoutassoon as I can sell the house!’Next, Mr Flinch went to Poppy’s house and offered her a hatful of money. ‘The day youmove house, all this is yours!’ he said.‘Of course! If that is what you want, dear hea rt! Cried Poppy.She had never seen so much money in her life. ‘As long as I have my music, I can behappy anywhere! I will move out just as soon as I can sell my little house!’Mr Flinch went home a happy man–well, as happy as a man like Mr Flinch can everbe.He felt in his empty pockets and gulped. ‘All that money gone! Ah,but soon those noisyneighbours will be gone, too!’In a few days, Mr Flinch’s neighbours had sold up their houses.Now, at last, he would have peace and quiet–nothing but the noise of mice scratchingin the empty cellar.4Moving DayMr Flinch watched as Poppy Plink moved out. Bo-jangle went the piano as she pushedand bumped it down the steps.‘Goingalreadyareyou,youpest?’hemutted.‘Ipitythepersonwhohastolivenextdoor to you!’Seeing him, Poppy waved up at the window.‘Suchluck, Mr Flinch!’ she called. ‘Fancy! A few days ago, I met someone who wants tomove house too! We agreed to swap houses!’Just then, Carl came out of his front door carrying two heavy tool boxes. He saw Poppystruggling w ith a harp and went to help her. ‘All set, Poppy? he said.‘All set, Carl! Isn’t this fun!’ She replied.Then Carl moved into Poppy’s bright house and Poppy moved into Carl’s jolly red one.They helped each other to carry the big things, like tables and sofas.典范英语72Then Carl had a house-warming party. He and Poppy sang, because they were so happy:‘There’s no place like home!’Mr Flinch heard it right through the wall of his house … even inside his cupboard, evenwith a towel round his head.典范英语73。

新版典范英语7（旧版6）2 第二篇Noisy Neighbours1Mr FlinchIn a grim, grey house in a grim, grey town lived an unhappy man.It was not his grey house that made Mr Flinch unhappy. It was not that he was poor, because he was not. Mr Flinch was a miser. He never gave away a penny. ( He never gave away a smile either. ) He was a mean and miserable man.Mr Flinch was miserable because of his neighbours.On one side of Mr Flinch’s grim, grey house stood a jolly red one. It belonged to Carl Clutch who mended cars.Carl loved cars – and motorbikes and vans and lorries. Every morning, Mr Flinch woke up to hear hammers banging, spanners clanging and engines revving. The whole street shook with the noise.On the other side, in a bright blue house, lived a music teacher called Poppy Plink. Each morning, Poppy sat down and played grand tunes on her grand piano. After breakfast, her students started to arrive.Violins screeched, drums thundered and bassoons bellowed. Mr Flinch shut his window, but the noise still came through the wall. Brum – brum, tootle – toot, bang! His whole house shook and shivered.He put his fingers in his ears.He rapped on the wall … but his neighbours did not hear.They were far too happy. They were mending cars and making music, and they loved their work.Brum – brum, tootle – toot, bang!Mr Flinch rap rapped until he made holes in his wallpaper. It did no good.Mr Flinch locked himself in a cupboard. He wound old towels round his head.He wrote angry letters, but tore them all u p. ‘ Stamps cost far too much money!’ he said.Even in bed, he wore a hat to keep out the noise.But the cars still revved and the music still jangled.Mr Flinch was the grey filling in a noise sandwich.‘This can’t go on,’ Flinch thought to himsel f. He even shouted it out loud:2Nasty TricksMr Flinch went next door to Carl’s house. Carl was mending cars. It was easy to sneak into his kitchen and put a dead rat in the fridge.‘That will get rid of him!’ said Flinch, and smiled a nasty smile. ‘Nobody wants to live in a house with rats!’At midnight, Mr Flinch climbed on to his roof and –carefully, carefully –crawled across the tiles. He put his head down Poppy’s chimney and gave a long, loud, ‘Hooowooowoooo!’‘That will get ride of her,’ he said with a grim grin. ‘Nobody wants to live in a house with ghosts!’Then he climbed back into bed.Next morning, Mr Flinch woke to a HUGE noise. Cars and lorries were stopping outside. He looked out of his window.Carl was sitting outside in the rood, with a table, a kettle, a loaf of bread and a bottle of tomato sauce.Carl called to Mr Flinch, ‘Can’t use my kitchen today! Rays, urgh! My mum is cleaning up. She told me to eat my breakfast outside. That’s how I got this great idea! Take – away breakfast! Drivers can stop here and buy breakfast.’Just then, Poppy Plink came running out of her blue front door. ‘Oh, Mr Flinch! Oh, Carl! Guess what happened last night!’‘I give up,’ said Mr Flinch, with a sumg smirk. ‘Do tell.’Poppy beamed wi th joy. ‘Last night, angles sang down my chimney! They did, I promise!’ She frowned. ‘But the music wasn’t very good! I think they want some new songs to sing! I’m sure they want me to write them, and I shall! Oh I shall!’She did.Poppy still had to teach music all day.But at night she wrote angle music. She made it nice and loud, with lots of cymbals and trumpets.It was all too much for Mr Flinch.3Mr Flinch has a PlanMr Flinch went next door to Carl’s house.He showed Carl a fistful of m oney. ‘The day you move house, all this is yours!’ he said.‘Anything you say, chief,’ said Carl, wiping his dirty hands on a rag.‘As long as I can mend cars, I’ll be happy anywhere.’ Carl went on, ‘I’ll move out as soon as I can sell the house!’Ne xt, Mr Flinch went to Poppy’s house and offered her a hatful of money. ‘The day you move house, all this is yours!’ he said.‘Of course! If that is what you want, dear heart! Cried Poppy.She had never seen so much money in her life. ‘As long as I have my music, I can be happy anywhere! I will move out just as soon as I can sell my little house!’Mr Flinch went home a happy man – well, as happy as a man like Mr Flinch can ever be.He felt in his empty pockets and gulped. ‘All that money gone! Ah, bu t soon those noisy neighbours will be gone, too!’In a few days, Mr Flinch’s neighbours had sold up their houses.Now, at last, he would have peace and quiet – nothing but the noise of mice scratching in the empty cellar.4 Moving DayMr Flinch watched as Poppy Plink moved out. Bo-jangle went the piano as she pushed and bumped it down the steps.‘Going already are you, you pest?’ he mutted. ‘I pity the person who has to live next door to you!’Seeing him, Poppy waved up at the window.‘Such luck, Mr Flinch!’ she called. ‘Fancy! A few days ago, I met someone who wants to move house too! We agreed to swap houses!’Just then, Carl came out of his front door carrying two heavy tool boxes. He saw Poppy struggling with a harp and went to help her. ‘All set, Poppy? he said.‘All set, Carl! Isn’t this fun!’ She replied.Then Carl moved into Poppy’s bright house and Poppy moved into Carl’s jolly red one.They helped each other to carry the big things, like tables and sofas.Then Carl had a house-warming party. He and Poppy sang, because they were so happy:‘There’s no place like home!’Mr Flinch heard it right through the wall of his house … even inside his cupboard, even with a towel round his head.。