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1、Module 1Unit 1Its more than twenty thousand kilometres long.Baiji Primary School Lucy第1页，共14页。Its a picture of Nanning.第2页，共14页。Its a picture of Beijing.第3页，共14页。Its a picture of New York.第4页，共14页。Its a picture of the Great Wall.第5页，共14页。中国有一句古语：“不到长城非好汉”，只有站在长城上，你才能真正体验到中国的广袤和中华精神的精髓。the astronaut

2、can only two constructions in the earth, two of which is the great wall. thers is an old saying goes that，“He who doesnt reach the Great Wall is not a true man。” amid the great wall, a sense of vastness and the marrow of chinese spirit are revealed. 第6页，共14页。Legends about the Great Wall 孟姜女哭长城 秦始皇正徵

3、发八十万民工修筑万里长城。被官府抓去的人不分白天黑夜地修筑长城，不知累死了多少。苏州有个书生叫万喜良，为了逃避官府的追捕到处躲藏。有一天，他逃到了孟家花园，遇到了孟姜女。孟姜女父母很喜欢万喜良，就把孟姜女许配给他。新婚不到三天，万喜良就被抓去修长城了。孟姜女苦苦地等待丈夫归来。半年过去了，万喜良一点消息也没有。这时已是深秋季节，孟姜女想起丈夫远在北方修长城，一定十分寒冷，就亲手缝制了寒衣，启程上路，要到万里长城去寻找万喜良。一路上，孟姜女历经艰难才来到了长城脚下却得知万喜良已经死了，尸骨被填进了城墙里。孟姜女听后昏倒在地，醒来后，她伤心地痛哭起来，不知哭了多久，突然一声巨响，长城崩塌了几十里，

4、露出了数不清的尸骨。孟姜女咬破手指，把血滴在一具具的尸骨上，她心里暗暗祷告:如果是丈夫的尸骨，血就会渗进骨头，如果不是，血就会流向四方。终于，孟姜女用这种方法找到了万喜良的尸骨。她抱着这堆白骨，又伤心地痛哭起来。 秦始皇看到孟姜女很美丽，想逼她做妃子。孟姜女假意答应了他，但要求秦始皇先办三件事:请和尚给万喜良念四十九天经，然后把他好好地埋葬;秦始皇要亲自率文武大臣哭祭万喜良;埋葬万喜良后，孟姜女要去游山玩水，三天以后才能成亲。秦始皇只得答应了孟姜女的要求。三件事办完以后，孟姜女把秦始皇痛骂了一顿，然后纵身跳进了波涛滚滚的大海。第7页，共14页。第一 反映了当时社会的黑暗 统治阶级的劳役人民的真

5、实写照第二 以孟姜女的个人形象侧面称赞当时女性的贞烈第三 孟姜女堪称中国古典四大著名爱情故事之一，传扬美丽的爱情传说，反映了人们对真爱的追求第四 彰显长城工程的巨大，中国从春秋战国时期开始修长城，几千年来虽然说长城在一定程度上保护中原少受少数游牧民族的侵扰，但是给广大的人民群众带来沉重的负担第8页，共14页。Tell me more about the Great Wall?How long is it?Can you tell me something about the Great Wall?Itsmore than twenty thousand kilometres long. 第9页

6、，共14页。Listen and answer.1.How long is the Great Wall?Its more than twenty thousand kilometres long2.How big is New York?It has got more than eight million people.3.How big is Beijing?It has got about twenty million people.第10页，共14页。Can you tell me something about你能告诉我关于什么的信息吗？Tell me more about 告诉我更

7、多关于什么的信息第11页，共14页。How long 多长How big多大How old 多大（年龄）How many 多少（可数）How much 多少（不可数）第12页，共14页。I 用am ,You用are，Is 用于他他它，凡是复数都用are,切莫弄错出笑话。第13页，共14页。s, some say she quoted every book of the bible by memory and iBoth sisters had had their love experience by the time the war came, and they were hurried ho

8、me. Neither was ever in love with a young man unless he and she were verbally very near: that is unless they were profoundly interested, TALKING to one another. The amazing, the profound, the unbelievable thrill there was in passionately talking to some really clever young man by the hour, resuming

9、day after day for months.this they had never realized till it happened! The paradisal promise: Thou shalt have men to talk to!-had never been uttered. It was fulfilled before they knew what a promise it was.And if after the roused intimacy39 of these vivid and soul-enlightened discussions the sex th

10、ing became more or less inevitable40, then let it. It marked the end of a chapter. It had a thrill of its own too: a queer vibrating thrill inside the body, a final spasm41 of self-assertion, like the last word, exciting, and very like the row of asterisks42 that can be put to show the end of a para

11、graph, and a break in the theme.When the girls came home for the summer holidays of 1913, when Hilda was twenty and Connie eighteen, their father could see plainly that they had had the love experience.Lamour avait poss par8 l, as somebody puts it. But he was a man of experience himself, and let lif

12、e take its course. As for the mot a nervous invalid43 in the last few months of her life, she wanted her girls to be free, and to fulfil themselves. She herself had never been able to be altogether herself: it had been denied her. Heaven knows why, for she was a woman who had her own income and her

13、own way. She blamed her husband. But as a matter of fact, it was some old impression of authority on her own mind or soul that she could not get rid of. It had nothing to do with Sir Malcolm, who left his nervously44 hostile, high-spirited wife to rule her own roost, while he went his own way.So the

14、 girls were free, and went back to Dresden, and their music, and the university and the young men. They loved their respective young men, and their respective young men loved them with all the passion of mental attraction. All the wonderful things the young men thought and expressed and wrote, they

15、thought and expressed and wrote for the young women. Connies young man was musical, Hildas was technical. But they simply lived for their young women. In their minds and their mental excitements, that is. Somewhere else they were a little rebuffed, though they did not know it.It was obvious in them

16、too that love had gone through them: that is, the physical experience. It is curious what a subtle but unmistakable transmutation it makes, both in the body of men and women: the woman more blooming, more subtly rounded, her young angularities softened45, and her expression either anxious or triumph

17、ant46: the man much quieter, more inward, the very shapes of his shoulders and his buttocks less assertive47, more hesitant.In the actual sex-thrill within the body, the sisters nearly succumbed48 to the strange male power. But quickly they recovered themselves, took the sex-thrill as a sensation, a

18、nd remained free. Whereas the men, in gratitude49 to the woman for the sex experience, let their souls go out to her. And afterwards looked rather as if they had lost a shilling and found sixpence. Connies man could be a bit sulky, and Hildas a bit jeering50. But that is how men are! Ungrateful and

19、never satisfied. When you dont have them they hate you because you wont; and when you do have them they hate you again, for some other reason. Or for no reason at all, except that they are discontented children, and cant be satisfied whatever they get, let a woman do what she may.However, came the w

20、ar, Hilda and Connie were rushed home again after having been home already in May, to their mothers funeral. Before Christmas of 1914 both their German young men were dead: whereupon the sisters wept, and loved the young men passionately, but underneath51 forgot them. They didnt exist any more.Both

21、sisters lived in their fathers, really their mothers, Kensington housemixed with the young Cambridge group, the group that stood for freedom and flannel52 trousers, and flannel shirts open at the neck, and a well-bred sort of emotional anarchy53, and a whispering, murmuring sort of voice, and an ult

22、ra-sensitive sort of manner. Hilda, however, suddenly married a man ten years older than herself, an elder member of the same Cambridge group, a man with a fair amount of money, and a comfortable family job in the government: he also wrote philosophical essays. She lived with him in a smallish house

23、 in Westminster, and moved in that good sort of society of people in the government who are not tip-toppers, but who are, or would be, the real intelligent power in the nation: people who know what theyre talking about, or talk as if they did.Connie did a mild form of war-work, and consorted54 with

24、the flannel-trousers Cambridge intransigents, who gently mocked at everything, so far. Her friend was a Clifford Chatterley, a young man of twenty-two, who had hurried home from Bonn, where he was studying the technicalities of coal-mining. He had previously55 spent two years at Cambridge. Now he ha

25、d become a first lieutenant56 in a smart regiment57, so he could mock at everything more becomingly in uniform.Clifford Chatterley was more upper-class than Connie. Connie was well-to-do intelligentsia, but he was aristocracy. Not the big sort, but still it. His father was a baronet, and his mother

26、had been a viscounts daughter.But Clifford, while he was better bred than Connie, and more society, was in his own way more provincial and more timid. He was at his ease in the narrow great world, that is, landed aristocracy society, but he was shy and nervous of all that other big world which consi

27、sts of the vast hordes58 of the middle and lower classes, and foreigners. If the truth must be told, he was just a little bit frightened of middle-and lower-class humanity, and of foreigners not of his own class. He was, in some paralysing way, conscious of his own defencelessness, though he had all

28、 the defence of privilege. Which is curious, but a phenomenon of our day.Therefore the peculiar59 soft assurance of a girl like Constance Reid fascinated him. She was so much more mistress of herself in that outer world of chaos60 than he was master of himself.Nevertheless he too was a rebel: rebell

29、ing even against his class. Or perhaps rebel is too strong a word; far too strong. He was only caught in the general, popular recoil61 of the young against convention and against any sort of real authority. Fathers were ridiculous: his own obstinate62 one supremely so. And governments were ridiculou

30、s: our own wait-and-see sort especially so. And armies were ridiculous, and old buffers63 of generals altogether, the red-faced Kitchener supremely. Even the war was ridiculous, though it did kill rather a lot of people.In fact everything was a little ridiculous, or very ridiculous: certainly everyt

31、hing connected with authority, whether it were in the army or the government or the universities, was ridiculous to a degree. And as far as the governing class made any pretensions64 to govern, they were ridiculous too. Sir Geoffrey, Cliffords father, was intensely ridiculous, chopping down his tree

32、s, and weeding men out of his colliery to shove them into the war; and himself being so safe and patriotic65; but, also, spending more money on his country than hed got.When Miss Chatterley-Emma-came down to London from the Midlands to do some nursing work, she was very witty66 in a quiet way about

33、Sir Geoffrey and his determined67 patriotism68. Herbert, the elder brother and heir, laughed outright69, though it was his trees that were falling for trench70 props71. But Clifford only smiled a little uneasily. Everything was ridiculous, quite true. But when it came too close and oneself became ri

34、diculous too.? At least people of a different class, like Connie, were earnest about something. They believed in something.They were rather earnest about the Tommies, and the threat of conscription, and the shortage of sugar and toffee for the children. In all these things, of course, the authoritie

35、s were ridiculously at fault. But Clifford could not take it to heart. To him the authorities were ridiculous ab ovo, not because of toffee or Tommies.And the authorities felt ridiculous, and behaved in a rather ridiculous fashion, and it was all a mad hatters tea-party for a while. Till things deve

36、loped over there, and Lloyd George came to save the situation over here. And this surpassed even ridicule72, the flippant young laughed no more.In 1916 Herbert Chatterley was killed, so Clifford became heir. He was terrified even of this. His importance as son of Sir Geoffrey, and child of Wragby, w

37、as so ingrained in him, he could never escape it. And yet he knew that this too, in the eyes of the vast seething73 world, was ridiculous. Now he was heir and responsible for Wragby. Was that not terrible? and also splendid and at the same time, perhaps, purely74 absurd?Sir Geoffrey would have none

38、of the absurdity75. He was pale and tense, withdrawn76 into himself, and obstinately77 determined to save his country and his own position, let it be Lloyd George or who it might. So cut off he was, so divorced from the England that was really England, so utterly78 incapable79, that he even thought

39、well of Horatio Bottomley. Sir Geoffrey stood for England and Lloyd George as his forebears had stood for England and St George: and he never knew there was a difference. So Sir Geoffrey felled timber and stood for Lloyd George and England, England and Lloyd George.And he wanted Clifford to marry an

40、d produce an heir. Clifford felt his father was a hopeless anachronism. But wherein was he himself any further ahead, except in a wincing80 sense of the ridiculousness of everything, and the paramount81 ridiculousness of his own position? For willy-nilly he took his baronetcy and Wragby with the las

41、t seriousness.The gay excitement had gone out of the war.dead. Too much death and horror. A man needed support arid comfort. A man needed to have an anchor in the safe world. A man needed a wife.The Chatterleys, two brothers and a sister, had lived curiously82 isolated83, shut in with one another at

42、 Wragby, in spite of all their connexions. A sense of isolation84 intensified85 the family tie, a sense of the weakness of their position, a sense of defencelessness, in spite of, or because of, the title and the land. They were cut off from those industrial Midlands in which they passed their lives

43、. And they were cut off from their own class by the brooding, obstinate, shut-up nature of Sir Geoffrey, their father, whom they ridiculed86, but whom they were so sensitive about.The three had said they would all live together always. But now Herbert was dead, and Sir Geoffrey wanted Clifford to ma

44、rry. Sir Geoffrey barely mentioned it: he spoke very little. But his silent, brooding insistence87 that it should be so was hard for Clifford to bear up against.But Emma said No! She was ten years older than Clifford, and she felt his marrying would be a desertion and a betrayal of what the young ones of the family had stood for.Clifford married Connie, nevertheless, and had his months