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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。
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。
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。
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 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 hims elf. 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 stoppingoutside. 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 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 o f 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 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 h ave 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 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 he r. ‘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.。
<典范英语7-2> 7-2 Noisy Neighbours吵闹的邻居美文读一读3Mr. Flinch has a plan图1Mr. Flinch went next door to Carl’s houseHe showed Carl a fistful of money. “ the day you move house, all this is yours!”he side.“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!”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.图2图3“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 never be.He felt in his empty pockets and gulped. “All thatmoney gone! Ah, but soon those noisy neighbours willbe gone ,too!”图4图5In 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.新词学一学1.a fistful of:一捧 ;A hatful of一帽子的Mandy handed him a handful of coinsLily comes back with a hatful of candy2.Anything you say 怎么说都行If you are happy, anything you say !3.Offered：主动给予I offered him a cup of tea.4.Went home a happy man高高兴兴回到家I went home a happy man because I get a good score in the test.5.In a few days几天后The concert will come in a few days.6.Gulped 深吸了一口气说到“Anyone here?” he gulped7.Gone 没了He finds his money is gone.佳句赏一赏1.As long as I can mend cars, I’ll be happy anywhere.只要能修车，在哪住我都会很高兴。
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 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 himse lf. 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 stoppingoutside. 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 w ith 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 out as soon as I can sell the house!’N ext, 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 hav e 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, b ut 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.how long ,how soon, how often,和how far 的辨析及中考试题汇编how long“多久，多长时间”对一个持续的时间段提问，常用“for+一段时间”和“since+时间点”回答how soon“多快，多久以后”，对一个短暂性动作提问，用于一般将来的句子中，用用“in+一段时间”回答how often“多长时间一次对频道副词提问，常用“once，twice，three times a week”等回答how far “多远”对距离提问。
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。
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 waspoor,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 housellsytoreo d oanjoe. It belonged to CarlClutch who mended cars.Carl loved cars-a nd motorbikes and vans and lorries. Every morning, Mr Fli nch 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 n eighbours 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.MrFlinch locked himself in a cupboard. He wound old towels round hishead.Hewroteangryletters,buttorethemallup. ‘ Stampscostfartoomuchmoney! ' 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:2Nast TricksMr Flinch went next door to Carl ' s house. Carl was mending cars. It was easy sneakinto his kitchen and put a dead rat in the fridge.‘ That will get rid of him! ' said Flinch, and smiled a nasty smile. live ina house with rats! 'Atmidnight,MrFlinchclimbedontohisroofand —arefully,carefully - crawledacrossthetiles.HeputhisheaddownPoppy 'schimneyandgavealong,loud, wooowoooo! '‘That will get ride of her, ' he said with a grim grin. ‘Nobody wa housewith ghosts! 'Then he climbed back into bed.Nextmorni ng,MrFli nchwoketoaHUGE no ise.Carsa ndlorrieswerestoppi ng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 Take - awaybreakfast! 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. 'Poppybeamedwithjoy. ‘ Lastnight,anglessangdownmychimney!Theydid,Ipromise! She frowned. ‘But the music wasn 't very goody!wI athnint ksothmee 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 yoursaid. ‘ Anything you say, chief, ' said Carl, wiping his dirty hands on a rag.‘ AslongasIcanmendcars,I ' llbehappyanywhere. ' Carlwenton, ‘ I ' llmoveoI can sell the house! 'Next, Mr Flinch went to Poppy ' s house and offered her a hatful of money. day youmove house, all this is yours! ' he said.‘ Of course! If that is what you want, dear herta! Cried Poppy.She had never seen so much money in her life. ‘ As long as I have my mus behappy anywhere! I will move out just as soon as I can sell my little house!Mr Flinch went home a happy man -veil, as happy as a man like Mr Flinch can everbe.He felt in his empty pockets and gulped. ‘All that money gone! Ah,but soo 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—othi ng but the no ise 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. ‘Ipitythepersonwhohastolivenextdo to you! 'Seeing him, Poppy waved up at the window.‘ Suchluck, Mr Flinch! ' she called. ‘ Fancy! A few days ago, I met someon 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 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 Carlred 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 Fli nch heard it right through the wall of his house •…eve n in side hcupboard, evenwith a towel round his head.典范英语73。
