2024-2025学年高中英语Unit3TheworldofcoloursandlightSectionⅦGuidedWriting学案含解析牛津译林版选修8

Unit3Theworldofcoloursandlight如何进行人物神态描写eq\a\vs4\al([文体指导])神态描写主要指对面部五官绽开描写，可以表现人物的喜怒哀乐，是对人物外貌的一种动态描写。描写时要用表示表情、神态的词语，例如懊丧的表情、专注的表情等。例如：1．对头部的描写Hescratchedhishead，notunderstandingaword.他挠了挠头，一个字也没听懂。2．对脸的描写Herfacelitup/brightened/glowedwhenIgaveherthepresent.我给她礼物时，她的脸上焕发出了光彩。3．对眼睛的描写Heturnedhiseyestothedoorwhenheheardthehandleturning.听到门把手转动的声音，他向门那边看去。4．对嘴巴的描写Hestraightenedupandlookedatme，open­mouthed.他直起身，目瞪口呆地看着我。eq\a\vs4\al([常用词块])1．asatisfiedlook满足的表情2．anencouragingexpression一个令人鼓舞的表情3．aslightlyfrustratedexpression有些懊丧的表情4．maskherangerwithasmile用微笑来掩饰她的生气5．wrinkleherforeheadup她皱着眉头6．stareathiminshock惊愕地盯着他7．gopalewithfright吓得脸苍白8．jumpwithjoy兴奋地跳起来9．glareatmesilently静默地怒视着我10．closehereyesandclenchherteeth她闭上眼睛，咬紧牙关eq\a\vs4\al([常用语句])1．Adreaminglookcameoverherface.她露出一个梦幻的表情。2．Herfacewasfullofgloomandcruelty.她面色阴沉，表情冷酷。3．Hesmiled，hiseyesfulloflaughter.他露出了笑容，双眼充溢笑意。4．Hereyesgleamedandherfragilefacebrokeintoasmile.她的眼睛闪耀着光线，精致的脸庞呈现出微笑。5．Colorglowedinhisfaceandhisstrangeeyeswidenedwithjoyfulness.他的脸熠熠闪光，惊奇的眼睛因快乐而睁得大大的。6．Aleeybecamehappyandagentlesmilespreadoverherface.阿利变得很快乐，整张脸洋溢着温柔的微笑。7．SherodetherestofthewayhomewearingaMonaLisasmileofpeaceandgrace.她带着蒙娜丽莎式的微笑，骑完了回家剩下的路。8．Inspiteofhisdisappointment，hemanagedaweaksmile.尽管他很悲观，他还是牵强露出一丝淡淡的微笑。9．Therewasasoftlightinhereyesasshelookedathim.当她看着他时，她的眼睛里有柔软的光。10．Suddenly，sheleaptup，pleasureandsurprisewrittenalloverherface.突然她跳了起来，脸上满是喜悦和惊异。11．Hisfacesplitintoawidesmileandhesaidinasqueakyvoicethatmadepassers­bystare.他的脸上绽放出绚丽的笑容，他用尖细的声音说着，让路人看得目瞪口呆。eq\a\vs4\al([写作任务])阅读下面材料，依据其内容和所给段落开头语续写两段，使之构成一篇完整的短文。续写的词数应为150左右。APreciousBirthdayPresentHollywasconfusedassheopenedthebirthdaypresentfromherbestfriend，Susan－itwasatwelve­by­eighteen­inchdarkbluecarpet.Her“thanks”washardlyheardasHollytriedhardnottoshowherdisappointment.Thenextmorning，IcarriedakitchenrubbishbagoutsideonlytofindSusan'scarpetlyingthere.Iimmediatelyreachedinandpulleditoutoftherubbishcan.Aftergivingitabrushing，Ibroughtitintothehouseandputitaway.BeforeHolly'sbirthday，Susanhadbeenaregularvisitorinourhome.ButsuddenlyIrealizedithadbeennearlythreeweekssincewe'dheardthementionofSusan'sname.Imissedherwarmsmileverymuch.“Susaninvitedustogotoherhouseafterschooltomorrow.”Hollysaidassoonasshearrivedfromschool.Fromhervoice，Isensedshewaspleasedbytheinvitation.Weweretravellingalongthewindingcountryroadthatledtoherhousethefollowingday.OnthewaySusantalkednervouslyaboutherfostermom(养母)andtheseventeencatstheyhadtakeninandcaredfor.Whenwecametoastop，Susan'sfostermom－whointroducedherselfasGlenda－gaveusawarmwelcome.Susanguidedusthroughthehouse.Sheproudlyshowedusherroom，whichwasonlydecoratedwithusedfurniture.IfollowedSusan'sfostermom，Glenda，intothekitchen.Afterclearingasmallarea，Glendapoureduseachacupofblackcoffeewithhertremblinghand.Thenshebegantorelaxaswedrankourcoffeeandchattedabouthercats.HereyesshoneassheshowedherfondnessforSusan.Butherexpressionturnedbluewhenshereferredtothegirl'spast.Inashorttime，Icametorespectthiswarm­heartedwomanwhohadopenedherhometoayounggirlandattemptedtomakeadifferenceinherlife.Paragraph1：Asdaylightbegantofade，weofferedourthanksforthevisitandsaidgoodbye.______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Paragraph2：“Isthiswhatyouwerelookingfor？”Iasked.___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________【参考范文】Paragraph1：Asdaylightbegantofade，weofferedourthanksforthevisitandsaidgoodbye.Hollysatquietlyinthecaronthewayhome，asiflostinthought.Allthewaywedidn'tsayevenaword.Nosoonerhadwecometoastopinthedrivewaythanshethrewopenthecardoorandwalkedstraighttowardsthesidegate.Ifollowedherthere.MythroattightenedasIobservedmydaughterstandingnexttotherubbishcanlookinginside.Hershouldersdroppedasshereplacedthelidofthecananddraggedintothehouse.Paragraph2：“Isthiswhatyouwerelookingfor？”Iasked.Iplacedthepieceofcarpetonthetableinfrontofher.“Thanks，Mom，”shesaid，andatearortwocameoutfromhereyesandsplashedontothedarkbluecarpet.Asifbymagic，thedarkbluecarpetthatshedidn'tevenwanttorefertosuddenlybecamethemostpreciousbirthdaypresentinthewholeworld.【导读】你喜爱画画吗？你了解会画画的人吗？阅读短篇小说《画册的一页》，让你相识会画画的伊恩·费伦奇。【节选】Feuilled'albumHereallywasanimpossibleperson.Tooshy，andhehadnothingatalltosay.Whenhecametoyourstudio，hejustsatthere，silent.Whenhefinallywent，blushingredalloverhisface，youwantedtoscreamandthrowsomethingathim.Thestrangethingwasthatatfirstsighthelookedmostinteresting.Everybodyagreedaboutthat.Yousawhiminacaféoneevening，sittinginacornerwithaglassofcoffeeinfrontofhim.Hewasathinboy，whoalwaysworeablueshirtandagreyjacketthatwasalittletoosmallforhim.Helookedjustlikeaboywhohasdecidedtorunawaytosea.Youexpectedhimtogetupatanymoment，andwalkoutintothenightandbedrowned.Hehadshortblackhair，greyeyes，whiteskinandamouththatalwayslookedreadyfortears.Oh，justtoseehimdidsomethingtoyourheart！Andhehadthishabitofblushing.Ifawaiterspoketohim，heturnedred!‘Whoishe，mydear?Doyouknow？’‘Yes.HisnameisIanFrench.Hepaints.Theysayhe'sveryclever.SomeoneIknowtriedtomotherhim.Sheaskedhimhowoftenhehadaletterfromhome，ifhehadenoughblanketsonhisbed，howmuchmilkhedrank.Thenshewenttohisstudiotomakesurehehadenoughcleanshirts.Sherangandrangthebell，butnobodycametothedoor，althoughshewassurehewasthere...Hopeless！’Someoneelsedecidedheoughttofallinlove.Shecalledhimtoher，tookhishand，andtoldhimhowwonderfullifecanbeforthosewhoarebrave.Butwhenshewenttohisstudiooneevening，sherangandrang...Hopeless.‘Whatthepoorboyreallyneedsisexcitement，’athirdwomansaid.Shetookhimtocafésandnight­clubs，darkplaceswherethedrinkscosttoomuchandtherewerealwaysstoriesofashootingthenightbefore.Oncehegotverydrunk，butstillhesaidnothing，andwhenshetookhimhometohisstudio，hejustsaid‘goodnight’andleftheroutsideinthestreet...Hopeless.Otherwomentriedtohelphim—womencanbeverykind—butfinallythey，too，weredefeated.Weareallbusypeople，andwhyshouldwespendourvaluabletimeonsomeonewhorefusestobehelped?‘Andanyway，Ithinkthereissomethingratheroddabouthim，don'tyouagree？Hecan'tbeasinnocentashelooks.WhycometoParisifyoudon'tintendtohaveanyfun？’Helivedatthetopofatall，uglybuilding，neartheriver.Asitwassohigh，thestudiohadawonderfulview.Fromthetwobigwindowshecouldseeboatsontheriverandanislandcoveredwithtrees.Fromthesidewindowhelookedacrosstoasmalleranduglierhouse，anddownbelowtherewasaflowermarket.Youcouldseethetopsofhugeumbrellaswithbrightflowersaroundthem，andplantsinboxes.Oldwomenmovedbackwardsandforwardsamongtheflowers.Really，hedidn'tneedtogoout.Therewasalwayssomethingtodraw.Ifanykindwomanhadbeenabletogetintohisstudio，shewouldhavehadasurprise.Hekeptitasneatasapin.Everythingwasarrangedinitsplace，exactlylikeapainting—thebowlofeggs，thecupsandtheteapotontheshelf，thebooksandthelamponthetable.TherewasaredIndiancoveronhisbed，andonthewallbythebedtherewasasmall，neatlywrittennotice：GETUPATONCE.Everydaywasthesame.Whenthelightwasgoodhepainted，thencookedamealandtidiedthestudio.Intheeveningshewenttothecaféorsatathomereadingorwritingalistwhichbegan：‘WhatIcanaffordtospend’．Thelistended‘Ipromisenottospendmorethismonth.Signed，IanFrench’．Nothingoddaboutthat；butthewomenwereright.Therewassomethingelse.Oneeveninghewassittingatthesidewindoweatinganappleandlookingdownontothetopsofthehugeumbrellasintheemptyflowermarket.Ithadbeenraining，thefirstspringrainoftheyear，andtheairsmelledofplantsandwetearth.Downbelowinthemarket，thetreeswerecoveredinnewgreen.‘Whatkindoftreesarethey？’hewondered.Hestareddownatthesmalluglyhouse，andsuddenlytwowindowsopenedlikewingsandagirlcameoutontothebalcony，carryingapotofdaffodils.Shewasastrangelythingirlinadarkdress，withapinkhandkerchieftiedoverherhair.‘Yes，itiswarmenough.Itwilldothemgood，’shesaid，puttingdownthepot，andturningtosomeoneintheroominside.Assheturned，sheputherhandsuptoherhairtotidyit，andlookeddownatthemarketandupatthesky.Shedidnotlookatthehouseopposite.Thenshedisappeared.Hisheartfelloutofthewindowanddowntothebalcony，whereitburieditselfamongthegreenleavesofthedaffodils.Theroomwiththebalconywasthesitting­room，andnexttoitwasthekitchen.Heheardherwashingthedishesaftersupper，sawhercometothewindowtoshakeoutthetablecloth.Sheneversangorcombedherhairorstaredatthemoonasyounggirlsaresaidtodo.Shealwaysworethesamedarkdressandpinkhandkerchief.Whodidshelivewith？Nobodyelsecametothewindow，butshewasalwaystalkingtosomeone.Hermother，hedecided，wasalwaysill.Theytookinsewingwork.Thefatherwasdead...Hehadbeenajournalist.Byworkingalldaysheandhermotherjustmadeenoughmoneytoliveon，buttheyneverwentoutandtheyhadnofriends.Hehadtomakesomenewnotices...‘Nottogotothewindowbeforesixo'clock：signed，IanFrench.Nottothinkaboutheruntilhehadfinishedhispaintingfortheday：signed，IanFrench.’Itwasquitesimple.Shewastheonlypersonhewantedtoknowbecauseshewas，hedecided，theonlypersonalivewhowasexactlyhisage.Hedidn'twantsillygirls，andhehadnouseforolderwomen.Shewashisage.Shewas—well，justlikehim.Hesatinhisstudio，staringatherwindows，seeinghimselfinthoseroomswithher.Shewasoftenangry.Theyhadterriblefights，heandshe.Andsherarelylaughed.Onlysometimes，whenshetoldhimaboutafunnylittlecatsheoncehad，whousedtoscratchandpretendtobefiercewhenshegaveitmeattoeat...Thingslikethatmadeherlaugh.Usually，theysattogetherveryquietly，talkinginlowvoices，orsilentandtiredaftertheday'swork.Ofcourse，sheneveraskedhimabouthispictures，andofcoursehepaintedthemostwonderfulpicturesofher，whichshehatedbecausehemadehersothinandsodark...Buthowcouldhemeether?Thenhediscoveredthatonceaweek，intheevening，shewentshopping.OntwoThursdayshesawheratthewindowinacoat，carryingabasket.ThenextThursday，atthesametime，herandownthestairs.Therewasalovelypinklightovereverything.Hesawitreflectedintheriver，andthepeoplewalkingtowardshiminthestreethadpinkfacesandpinkhands.Outsidethehousehewaitedforher.Hehadnoideawhathewasgoingtodoorsay.‘Hereshecomes，’saidavoiceinhishead.Shewalkedveryquickly，withsmall，lightsteps...Whatcouldhedo？Hecouldonlyfollow...Firstshewenttobuysomebread.Thenshewenttoafishshop.Shehadtowaitalongtimeinthere.Thenshewenttothefruitshopandboughtanorange.Ashewatchedher，heknewmoresurelythaneverthathemusttalktoher，now.Herseriousnessandherloneliness，eventhewayshewalked—separate，somehow，distantfromtheotherpeopleinthestreet—allthiswassonatural，sorighttohim.‘Yes，sheisalwayslikethat，’hethoughtproudly.‘SheandIaredifferentfromthesepeople.’Butnowshewasgoinghome，andhehadnotspokentoher.Thenshewentintoanothershop.Throughthewindow，hesawherbuyinganegg.Shetookitcarefullyoutofthebasket—abrownegg，abeautifulone，theonehehimselfwouldhavechosen.Shecameoutoftheshop，andhewentin.Amomentlaterhewasoutagain，followingherthroughtheflowermarket，pastthehugeumbrellas，walkingonfallenflowers.Hefollowedherintothehouseandupthestairs.Shestoppedatadoorandtookakeyoutofherpurse.Assheputthekeyinthelock，heranuptoher.Blushingredderthanever，butlookingstraightather，hesaid，almostangrily：‘Excuseme，Mademoiselle，youdroppedthis.’Andhegaveheranegg.画册的一页他真是个令人难以忍受的人。那么怕羞。跟人压根儿就无话可说。他进了你的工作室，就一声不吭地坐在那儿。当他满脸通红最终要走的时候，你真想冲他大叫，把什么东西朝他扔过去。惊奇的是，他给人第一眼的印象却显得特别好玩。对于这一点大家都有同感。某个晚上你会在咖啡馆里看到他，面前放了杯咖啡，在角落里坐着。他是个瘦瘦的小伙子，总是穿一件蓝衬衣和一件有些太小的灰色夹克。他看上去就像个确定要逃亡海上的男孩儿。你觉得他随时都会起身，走进夜色，沉没在海里。他留着一头短短的黑发，长着灰色的眼睛，白皙的皮肤，还有那看起来总像要哭的嘴巴。噢，只要望见他你就会心动！他还有爱脸红的习惯。即使是侍者跟他说话，他也会脸红！“他是谁，敬爱的？你相识吗？”“相识。他叫伊恩·弗伦奇，画画的，听说很聪慧。有个我相识的人试图像母亲一样地照看他。她问他多长时间能收到一封家信，床上的毯子够不够用，以及喝多少牛奶。后来她去他的画室想看看他的干净衬衫够不够穿。她一遍又一遍地按门铃，但是没人应门，尽管她确信他就在里面……无可救药！”另一个女人认为他应当去恋爱。她把他叫到身边，拉着他的手，告知他对于那些英勇者来说，生活会有多么美妙。但是，当她有一天晚上去他的画室时，她一遍又一遍地按门铃……无可救药。“这个可怜的小伙子真正须要的是刺激。”第三个女人说。她把他带到咖啡馆和夜总会，都是些昏暗的地方，在那里饮料卖得特殊贵，并且总能听到头天夜里发生的枪击案。有一次他喝得酩酊大醉，可还是一言不发。她送他回画室时，他只说了句“晚安”就完事了，把她一人留在了外面的大街上……无可救药。还有些女人试图帮他——女人们有时特别慈爱——可她们最终也都失败了。我们都很忙，为什么要把我们珍贵的时间花到拒绝接受帮助的人身上呢？“不管怎么说，我还是认为他这人挺怪异的，你们说呢？他不行能像表面看上去的那样天真烂漫。假如不想找乐子的话，为什么要来巴黎呢？”他住在河边一幢难看的高楼顶层。因为楼很高，他从画室可以看到美丽的风景。从那两扇大窗户往外望，可以看到河上的船只，还有一座长满树木的小岛。从侧面窗户往外望，可以看到更小更难看的房子，再往下看有一个花市。你能看到许多大伞的顶部，伞的四周摆着明丽的鲜花和盆栽植物。老妇人们在花丛中走来走去。他真的没有必要出去，因为在这里总能找到画画的素材。任何一个好心的女人要是能进入他的画室的话，确定会惊讶的。他把房间整理得干干净净，一切都布置得井井有条，就像是一幅画一样——盛着鸡蛋的碗，放在架子上的杯子和茶壶，摆在桌上的书和灯。床上盖着一条红色的印度床罩，床边的墙上贴着一小张书写工整的便条：立刻起床。每天的日子都过得一模一样。光线足够的时候他画画，然后做饭，整理画室。晚上他去咖啡馆，或者坐在家里读书，或者写份清单，开头是“我能够支付的钱数”。结束语是“我保证这个月的开销绝不超过上个月。伊恩·弗伦奇(签名)。”这倒没有什么怪异的；但女人们是对的。他有其他的怪异之处。有一天晚上，他坐在侧面窗户旁吃苹果，望着下面空无一人的花市里那些大伞的顶部。外面始终在下雨，这是这一年中的第一场春雨。空气中充溢着草木的芳香和潮湿的泥土气息。楼下市场里的树木涂上了一层新绿。“这是些什么树呢？”他心里琢磨着。他注视着下面一所又小又难看的房子，突然两扇窗户像翅膀一样地打开了，一个女孩儿来到了阳台上，手里还捧着一盆水仙花。这是个瘦得稀奇的女孩儿，穿一件深色衣服，头