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T h e K e y o f a C a rA young man was getting ready to graduate from college. For many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealer's showroom, and knowing his father could well afford it, he told him that was all he wanted.As Graduation Day approached, the young man awaited signs that his father had purchased the car. Finally, on the morning of his graduation, his father called him into his private study. His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine son, and told him how much he loved him. He handed his son a beautiful wrapped gift box. Curiously, but somewhat disappointed, the young man opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Bible, with the young man's name embossed in gold. Angrily, he raised his voice to his father and said, "With all your money you give me a Bible?" Then stormed out of the house, leaving the Bible.Many years passed and the young man was very successful in business. He had a beautiful home and a wonderful family, but realizing his father was very old, he thought perhaps he should go to see him. He had not seen him since that graduation day. Before he could make the arrangements, he received a telegram telling him his father had passed away, and willed all of his possessions to his son. He needed to come home immediately and take care of things.When he arrived at his father's house, sudden sadness and regret filled his heart. He began to search through his father's important papers and saw the still new Bible, just as he had left it years ago. With tears, he opened the Bible and began to turn the pages. As he was reading, a car key dropped from the back of the Bible. It had a tag with the dealer's name, the same dealer who had the sports car he had desired. On the tag was the date of his graduation, and the words... "PAID IN FULL".How many times do we miss blessings because they are not packaged as we expected? I trust you enjoyed this. Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; but remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for.Four wives in our livesThere was a rich merchant who had 4 wives. He loved the 4th wife the most and adorned her with rich robes and treated her to delicacies. He took great care of her and gave her nothing but the best.He also loved the 3rd wife very much. He's very proud of her and always wanted to show off her to his friends. However, the merchant is always in great fear that she might run away with some other men.He too, loved his 2nd wife. She is a very considerate person, always patient and in fact is the merchant's confidante. Whenever the merchant faced someproblems, he always turned to his 2nd wife and she would always help him out and guide him through difficult times.Now, the merchant's 1st wife is a very loyal partner and has made great contributions in maintaining his wealth and business as well as taking care of the household. However, the merchant did not love the first wife and although she loved him deeply, he hardly took notice of her.One day, the merchant fell ill. Before long, he knew that he was going to die soon. He thought of his luxurious life and told himself, "Now I have 4 wives with me. But when I die, I'll be alone. How lonely I'll be!"Thus, he asked the 4th wife, "I loved you most, endowed you with the finest clothing and showed great care of you. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?" "No way!" replied the 4th wife and she walked away without another word.The answer cut like a sharp knife right into the merchant's heart. The sad merchant then asked the 3rd wife, "I have loved you so much for all my life. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?" "No!" replied the 3rd wife. "Life is too good over here! I'm going to remarry when you die!" The merchant's heart sank and turned cold.He then asked the 2nd wife, "I always turned to you for help and you've always helped me out. Now I need your help again. When I die, will you follow me and keep me company?" "I'm sorry, I can't help you out this time!" replied the 2nd wife. "At the very most, I can only send you to your grave." The answer came like a bolt of thunder and the merchant was devastated.Then a voice called out: "I'll leave with you. I'll follow you no matter where you go." The merchant looked up and there was his first wife. She was so skinny, almost like she suffered from malnutrition. Greatly grieved, the merchant said, "I should have taken much better care of you while I could have!"Actually, we all have 4 wives in our life. The 4th wife is our body. No matter how much time and effort we lavish in making it look good, it'll leave us when we die. Our 3rd wife is our possessions, status and wealth. When we die, they all go to others. The 2nd wife is our family and friends. No matter how close they had been there for us when we're alive, the furthest they can stay by us is up to the grave. The 1st wife is in fact our soul, often neglected in our pursuit of material, wealth and sensual pleasure. Guess what? It is actually the only thing that follows us wherever we go. Perhaps it's a good idea to cultivate and strengthen it now rather than to wait until we're on our deathbed to lament. Perhaps it's a good idea to cultivate and strengthen it now rather than to wait until we're on our death bed to lament.Appointment with loveSix minutes to six, said the clock over the international booth in New York’s Grand Central Station. The tall young Army lieutenant lifted hissunburned face and narrowed his eyes to note the exact time. His heart was pounding with a beat. In six minutes he would see the woman who had filled such a special place in his life for the past 13 months, the woman he had never seen, yet whose written words had sustained him unfailingly.Lieutenant Blandford remembered one day in particular, during the worst of the fighting, when his plane had been caught in the midst of a pack of enemy’s planes. In one of his letters he had confessed to her that he often felt fear, and only a few days before this battle he had received her answer: “Of course you fear…all bra ve men do. Next time you doubt yourself, I want you to hear my voice reciting to you: ‘yeah, though I walked through the Valley of the Shadow of Death, I will hear no evil: for you are with me.’…” He had remembered, and it had renewed his strength.Now he was going to hear her real voice. Four minutes to six.A girl passed close to him, and Lieutenant Blandford was surprised. She was wearing a flower, but it was not the little red rose they had agreed upon. Besides, this girl was only about 18, and Hollis Meynell had told him she was 30. “What of it?” he had answered. “I’m 32.” He was 29.His mind went back to that book he had read in the training camp. Of Human Bondage it was; and throughout the book were notes in a woman’s handwriting. He had never bel ieved that a woman could see into a man’s heart so tenderly, so understandingly. Her name was on the book plate: Hollis Meynell. He had got hold a New York City telephone book and found her address. He had written; she had answered. Next day he had been shipped out, but they had gone on writing.For 13 months she had faithfully replied. When his letters did not arrive, she wrote anyway, and now he believed that he loved her and that she loved him.But she had refused all his pleas to send him her photograph. She had explained:” If you’re feeling for me as any reality, what I look like won’t matter. Suppose I’m beautiful. I’d always been haunted by the feeling that you had been taking a chance on just that, and that kind of love would disgust me. Suppose I’m plain ( and you must admit that this is more likely), then I’d always fear that you were only going on writing because you were lonely and had no one else. No, don’t ask for my picture. When you come to New York, you shall see me and then you shall make yo ur decision.”One minute to six…he put hard on a cigarette. Then Lieutenant Blandford’s heart leaped.A young woman was coming towards him. Her figure was long and slim; her blond hair lay back in curls over her delicate ears. Her eyes were as blue as flowers, her lips and chin had a gentle firmness. In her pale-green suit, she was like springtime coming alive.He headed toward her, forgetting to notice that she was wearing no rose, and as he moved, a small, provocative smile curved her lips.“Going my way,soldier?” she murmured. He made one step closer to her. Then he saw Hollis Meynell.She was standing almost directly behind the girl, a woman well past 40, her graying hair tucked under a worn hat. She was more than plump; her thick ankled feet were thrust into low-heeled shoes.But she wore a red rose on her rumpled coat. The girl in the green suit was walking quickly. Blandford felt as though he were being split into two, so keen was his desire to follow the girl, yet so deep was his longing for the woman whose spirit had truly companioned and upheld his own; and there she stood. He could see her pale, plump face was gentle and sensible; her grey eyes had a warm twinkle.Lieutenant Blandford did not hesitate. His fingers gripped the worn copy of Human Bondage which was to identify him to her. This would not be love, but it would be something precious, a friendship that he had been and must ever be grateful…He squared his shoulders, saluted, and held the book out toward the woman, although even well while he spoke he fell the bitterness of disappointment. “I’m John Blandford, and you---you are Miss Meynell. May---may I take you to dinner?”The woman smiled. “I don’t know what this is all about, son,” she answered. “That young lady in the green suit; she beg ged me to wear this rose on my coat. And she said that if you ask me to go out with you, I should tell you that she’s waiting for you in that restaurant across the street. She said it was some kind of test.”Life inspiringA daughter complained to her father about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know she was going to make it and want to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose.Her father, a cook, took her to the kitchen. He filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to a boil. In one he placed carrots, in the second he placed eggs, and in the last he placed ground coffee beans. He led them sit and boil, without saying a word.The daughter sucked her teeth and impatiently waited, wondering what he was doing. In about twenty minutes, he turned off the burners. He fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. He pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then he ladled the coffee out and placed it in a mug. Turning to her, he asked," Darling, what do you see?"“Carrots, eggs, and coffee.” she replied.He brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. Then he asked her to take an egg and break it. After pullingoff the shell, were soft . Then he asked her to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg. Finally, he asked her to sip the coffee. She smiled as she tasted its rich aroma.“What does it mean, Father?” she humbly asked.He explained that each of them had faced the same adversity, boiling water, but each reacted differently. The carrot was strong, hard, and unrelenting. But after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened. The ground coffee beans were unique ,however. After they were in the boiling water ,they had changed the water .“Which are you?” he asked his daughter.When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?。
Appointment with Loveby: Sulamith Ish-Kishor, A 3rd Serving of Chicken Soup for the SoulSix minutes to six, said the great round clock over the information booth in Grand Central Station. The tall young Army lieutenant who had just come from the direction of the tracks lifted his sunburned face, and his eyes narrowed to note the exact time. His heart was pounding with a beat that shocked him because he could not control it. In six minutes, he would see the woman who had filled such a special place in his life for the past 13 months, the woman he had never seen, yet whose written words had been with him and sustained him unfailingly.He placed himself as close as he could to the information booth, just beyond the ring of people besieging the clerks...Lieutenant Blandford remembered one night in particular, the worst of the fighting, when his plane had been caught in the midst of a pack of Zeros. He had seen the grinning face of one of the enemy pilots.In one of his letters, he had confessed to her that he often felt fear, and only a few days before this battle, he had received her answer: "Of course you fear ... all brave men do. Didn't King David know fear? That's why he wrote the 23rd Psalm. Next time you doubt yourself, I want you to hear my voice reciting to you: 'Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil, for Thou art with me.'" And he had remembered; he had heard her imagined voice, and it had renewed his strength and skill.Now he was going to hear her real voice. Four minutes to six. His face grew sharp.Under the immense, starred roof, people were walking fast, like threads of color being woven into a gray web. A girl passed close to him, and Lieutenant Blandford started. She was wearing a red flower in her suit lapel, but it was a crimson sweet pea, not the little red rose they had agreed upon. Besides, this girl was too young, about 18, whereas Hollis Meynell had frankly told him she was 30. "Well, what of it?" he had answered. "I'm 32." He was 29.His mind went back to that book - the book the Lord Himself must have put into his hands out of the hundreds of Army library books sent to the Florida training camp. Of Human Bondage, it was; and throughout the book were notes in a woman's writing. He had always hated that writing-in-habit, but these remarks were different. He had never believed that a woman could see into a man's heart so tenderly, so understandingly. Her name was on the bookplate: Hollis Meynell. He had got hold of a New York City telephone book and found her address. He had written, she had answered. Next day he had been shipped out, but they had gone on writing.For 13 months, she had faithfully replied, and more than replied. When his letters did not arrive she wrote anyway, and now he believed he loved her, and she loved him.But she had refused all his pleas to send him her photograph. That seemed rather bad, of course. But she had explained: "If your feeling for me has any reality, any honest basis, what I look like won't matter. Suppose I'm beautiful. I'd always be haunted by the feeling that youhad been taking a chance on just that, and that kind of love would disgust me. Suppose I'm plain (and you must admit that this is more likely). Then I'd always fear that you were going on writing to me only because you were lonely and had no one else. No, don't ask for my picture. When you come to New York, you shall see me and then you shall make your decision. Remember, both of us are free to stop or to go on after that - whichever we choose..."One minute to six - he pulled hard on a cigarette.Then Lieutenant Blandford's heart leaped higher than his plane had ever done.A young woman was coming toward him. Her figure was long and slim; her blond hair lay back in curls from her delicate ears. Her eyes were blue as flowers, her lips and chin had a gentle firmness. In her pale green suit, she was like springtime come alive.He started toward her, entirely forgetting to notice that she was wearing no rose, and as he moved, a small, provocative smile curved her lips."Going my way, soldier?" she murmured.Uncontrollably, he made one step closer to her. Then he saw Hollis Meynell.She was standing almost directly behind the girl, a woman well past 40, her graying hair tucked under a worn hat. She was more than plump; her thick-ankled feet were thrust into low- heeled shoes. But she wore a red rose in the rumpled lapel of her brown coat.The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away.Blandford felt as though he were being split in two, so keen was his desire to follow the girl, yet so deep was his longing for the woman whose spirit had truly companioned and upheld his own; and there she stood. Her pale, plump face was gentle and sensible; he could see that now. Her gray eyes had a warm, kindly twinkle.Lieutenant Blandford did not hesitate. His fingers gripped the small worn, blue leather copy of Human Bondage, which was to identify him to her. This would not be love, but it would be something precious, something perhaps even rarer than love - a friendship for which he had been and must ever be grateful.He squared his broad shoulders, saluted and held the book out toward the woman, although even while he spoke he felt shocked by the bitterness of his disappointment."I'm Lieutenant John Blandford, and you - you are Miss Meynell. I'm so glad you could meet me. May...may I take you to dinner?"The woman's face broadened in a tolerant smile. "I don't know what this is all about, son," she answered. "That young lady in the green suit - the one who just went by - begged me to wear this rose on my coat. And she said that if you asked me to go out with you, I should tell you that she's waiting for you in that big restaurant across the street. She said it was some kind of a test. I've got two boys with Uncle Sam myself, so I didn't mind to oblige you."。
Lesson 77 单词讲解1.appointment: 约会、预约date: 男女之间的约会have an appointmenthave a date和…有约: have an appointment with…I have an appointment with the doctor at 10:30.2.urgent: 紧急的、紧迫的急事— urgent businessurgent to do: 坚持要His father is urgent to get a girlfriend for him.His mother is urgent to arrange a blind date.3.till: 直到…为止I waited till 10: 30.Never put off till tomorrow.Lesson 77 课文讲解1.terrible\bad toothache2.I want to see…want + n.want + to doI want a new car.I want to buy a new car.3.Do you have an appointment?have a headacheDo you have a headache?have a coldDid you have a cold?have a blind dateDid you have a blind date?4.Can you come at 10 a.m. on Monday, April 24th?A.a.m.: in the morningp.m.: in the afternoon凌晨5点：5 a.m.深夜11点：11p.m.B.4月24日，星期一，上午10点10 a.m. Monday, Apr. 24that 10 a.m., on Monday, on Apr. 24th5.I’m afraid that .I’m sorry .6.C an’t you wait till this afternoon?否定疑问句——难道你就不能等到今天下午吗？Lesson 77 语法讲解否定疑问句：1.构成：一般疑问句的疑问词+not 的缩略式Are you ok?Do you know that? Can you wait? Aren’t Don’t Can’t2.何时用？A.表达强调Aren’t you lucky！B.表达情绪Don’t you love me?3.翻译：“难道，难道不…”4.组织步骤：一般疑问句（先看词性，再看人称）+ not难道她不漂亮吗？Is she beautiful?I sn’t she beautiful?难道她没有男朋友吗？Does she have a boyfriend?D oesn’t she have a boyfriend?难道你昨天没去约会？Did you have a date yesterday?D idn’t you have a date yesterday? 难道你就不能温柔一点吗？Can you be tender?C an’t you be tender?日期的表达方式:first ,1st sixth,6th second,2ndseventh,7ththird,3rdeighth,8thforth,4thninth, 9thfifth,5thtenth,10thJan. 1st Feb. 2nd Mar. 3rd Apr. 4th May 5th日期的表达方式:twenty-third,23rdJan. 21st Feb. 22nd Mar. 23rd Apr. 31th …twenty-first ,21st twenty-second,22nd tewnty-forth,24thtwenty-fifth,25th…thirty-first,31st …Lesson 77&78 知识拓展（学生版）movie film pantstrouserssoccerfootballvocation subway zipper遇到视频知识点错服务ＱＱ317032如 无法h 正o 常l 播i 放d ，a 课y 件错误，误等u 课n 程d 问题e ，rg 可以reraserrubbersidewalksneakers trainersstove cookertruck lorrypavem ent fries chips1.-Do you know that Henry didn’t win the match?- _? I thought he would. He worked so hard on it (呼和浩特中考题)A.Do IB.Don’t IC.Did heD.Di√dn’t he2.-Don’t you think Mr. Zhang is a popular teacher?- _ _. （山西大同中考题）A. Yes, I don’t.B. No, I don’t.C.No,he is.D.Y√es,he isn’t.。
教师辅导讲义1.The important point about hobbies is that they.A. must be interestingB. are constructiveC. provide recreation and leisureD. have to be useful2.Even when regular work is interesting, it is different from a hobby as the former is doneA. for a livingB. for money onlyC. at a rapid paceD. with routine and regularity3.The basic contrast between work and hobby is that a hobby.A. satisfies man's desire to createB. is neglected by most peopleC. is something beautifulD. has a definite purpose4.Modern industry is too complicated to allow people _____________ .A. to see their product finishedB. to see the result of their work as a wholeC. to have anything to do with workD. to work by oneself(B)Have you ever collected stamps? And are you interested in stamps of various countries? If you have recently started collecting stamps, or you are thinking about starting, you may be wondering if the hobby is expensive.Actually the answer is an absolute positive one: you can enjoy it even if you only have little money. Not all collections consist mainly of unused stamps that you buy in the post office. Used stamps are worth saving, too. They have value and they may cost you nothing. In fact, many stamp collectors save only used stamps!The first place to search for stamps, then, is your own mailbox. You can ask people who write to you to use commemorative (纪念性的) stamps on their mail. Also, if you write away for offers that require a self-addressed stamped envelope, you can put commemoratives on your return envelopes, knowing that they will come back to you later.Neighbors, friends, and relatives are another good source of stamps. A majority of people are only too happy to save the stamps on their mail for someone who will appreciate them. You may even know someone who works in an office that gets a lot of mail. Many businesses get a lot of foreign mails and regularly throw away stamps that may have interest or value to a collector. And don't forget to ask parents if they have any old letters which may still have stamps on the envelopes.Now that you have stamps on paper, what do you do with them? The most common way to get stamps off paper is to soak them in water, and then dry them on paper. To understand more about soaking stamps, it is best to find a handbook on stamp collecting at the library.Stamp clubs are another place to get stamps. A club may offer stamps as prizes, or have inexpensive stamps you can offer to buy. If you don't have a stamp club around you, try to start one with a few others. All it takes are four or five other stamp collectors who are interested in getting together to learn about and trade stamps and ideas.Obtaining a pen pal (笔友)in another country is a good way to get stamps from that country. His or her extra stamps may seem really common in that country, but over here they are much scarcer.5. Which of the following is true?A. Collecting stamps is most people's hobby.B.Collecting stamps is a hobby for rich people only.ed stamps are all worth collecting.D.Collecting used stamps can save your money.6.The writer suggests that you should ____________ .A.ask your friends to send stamps to you as often as possibleB.ask your parents to buy some old stamps for youC.tell your pen pals to write to you as often as possibleD.get used stamps from all kinds of people you know7.To soak used stamps in water is the best way to________________ .A. get rid of the printB. make the stamps cleanPlaying is very important for humans from birth to death. Playing is not meant just for children. It is a form of freedom and connection that can tap into your creativity, and can allow you the chance to find your inner child, and the inner child of others. I have collected the top five benefits of playing here.2.Playing can stimulate you to think differently. It can go against all the rules and change the same old boring way of doing things. Walt Disney was devoted to playing, and his willingness to oppose the common wisdom changed the world of entertainment. The next time you're stuck in a fixed and boring way of life, pull out a box of colored pencils, modeling clay, glue and scissors, and invite your inner child out, and break free. You'll be amazed that the way you're thinking shifts to new worlds of discovery3.Playing can bring greater joy into your life. What do you think the world would be like if every human spends time each day in playing? I bet just asking you this question has brought a smile toyour face.4.Playing creates laughter, joy, entertainment and a feeling of inner peace. Starting today, try to get 30 minutes each day to engage in some form of playing, and watch your joy factor rise. Playing is known to reduce stress. Studies show that as humans, playing is part of our nature. We have the need to play because it is instinctive and basic to human existence. With regular playing, our problem solving and adaptive abilities will be in much better shape to handle this complex world. And we're much more likely to choose healthy answers to challenging situations as they arise. It creates laughter and freedom that can instantly reduce stress, and add a feeling of relaxation to our daily life.5.Playing can stimulate imagination, curiosity and creativity. Research shows that playing is both a hands-on and minds-on learning process. It produces a deeper, more meaningful understanding of the world and its possibilities. We begin giving meaning to life through story-making and playing out various possible situations.**************************************************************************************************** Keys:C. 1 -4 CAAB 5-8 DDCDD. 1. television and computer technologies2.Sight from a distance.3. A means of expression and a tool for communication.4.the passive viewerE.1-5 EBAFDSection D: Translation1.暑假期间，男孩们常常忙于玩电子游戏。
