铅笔的故事读后感
怎样写读后感：多看,用作者的话,结尾用别人的.第一段写故事梗概,后面写感受.还要有自己或客观的对重要人物或你喜欢的人物的评析.我的看法：给自己的文章定一个主题,要求深刻又积极向上,思想高度越高越好.主要是你想表达什么思想感情.写景的能提升到热爱大自然,写情的能提升到.是伟大的,写人就是.的.品质值得我们学习.
pencil sharpeners的正确读音
应该是pencil sharpener 读音是['pensl '（因为打不出来，所以口语说明，是f少中间的一横）ɑ:pənə]
本人急需短文读后感!!!!!如和写??????
妙趣横生的英语单词 不时听有人讲：“我一看见英语单词头就大，叫我学英语实在是赶鸭子上树。
”在某种程度上，这是一个公众性错觉和误解。
可能是最初不当的教学方法和学习方法，败坏了你学习的兴致，进而扭曲了你对英语的态度。
其实，学习和研究英语词汇是其乐无穷的事情，有时甚至忘了窗外的世界，以致于不知今夕何年。
首先，妙趣横生的发音英语中有很多叠声词（组），复合词或词组前后发音相近，读起来朗朗上口，富有音乐感。
Tit for tat：针锋相对Tweedledum and tweedledee：半斤八两hum and haw：表示犹豫或支吾的嗯嗯呃呃声cling-clang：叮当作响，铿锵声。
rat-tat，rat-a-rat，rat-tat -tat：（敲门的）砰砰声。
Flip-flop：啪嗒啪嗒地响（动）Zigzag：弯弯曲曲Hotch-potch：大杂烩Criss-cross：纵横交错Helter-skelter：慌慌张张Shilly-shally：犹犹豫豫Chit-chat：拉呱Dillydally：磨磨蹭蹭Tittle-tattle：嚼舌头，搬弄是非Higgledy-piggledy：乱七八糟Walkie-talkie：步话机Job-hop：跳槽其次，妙趣横生的词形有些单词正看、反看都有意思，越看越有意思，越有意思越想看。
因为英语单词只能横向变化，没有上下结构， 故叫妙趣“横”生。
如： live倒过来就是evil，可见“生活”不能颠倒，颠倒过来就是“罪恶”——俨如警世通言
又“鼠辈造反（猜一英语单词）”，谜底是star，因为star从后往前读，正好是rats。
英语中有不少单词左右有讲，堪称翻然成趣。
Are—era（时代）； bin（贮藏器）—nib（笔尖）；but —tub（盆）； deer（鹿）—reed（芦苇）； door—rood（十字架）； doom（注定）—mood（心情）；deem（认为）—meed（适当的报答）； dot（点）—tod（狐）； evil（罪恶）—live（生活）；God—dog； gnat（小烦扰）—tang（强烈的味道）； gulp（吞）—plug（插座）；gut（内容，实质）—tug（猛拉，苦干）； keel（船的龙骨）—leek（韭葱）； loop（环）—pool（水池）；loot（赃物）—tool，meet—teem（充满，涌现）；nip（呷）—pin（大头针）；nod（点头）—don（大学教师）； not—ton（吨）； on—no； pan（平底锅）—nap（小睡）；part—trap（陷阱）； pets（宠物）—step； pots（壶）—stop； put—tup（公羊）； rail（铁轨）—liar（说谎者）； ram（公羊）—mar（弄糟）；raw（生的）—war； saw（锯）—was； sloop（小型护航舰）—pools； smart（机灵的）—trams（电车）； snap（猛咬，争购）—pans；tap（水龙头）—pat（轻拍）；ten—net（网）； tog（衣服）—got； tom（雄猫）—mot（警句）；tops（顶）—spot（点）；tun（大酒桶）—nut（坚果）。
2014全国一级建造师资格考试备考资料真题集锦建筑工程经济 建筑工程项目管理 建筑工程法规 专业工程管理与实务再者，妙趣横生的含义不少单词似是而非，千万不要望文生义，而误入陷阱。
如： one-two 是“拳击中连击两次”，而不是一种“一二”。
Two-time是“对人不忠”，而不是一种“两次”。
In two twos是“立刻”，而不是一种“两两之间”。
Three-score是“六十”，而不是一种“三分”。
Four o’clock是“紫茉莉或食蜜鸟”，而不是“四点”。
Four Hundred 是“名流、上层”，而不是“四百”。
Five-finger是“贼”，类似汉语的“三只手”，而不是一种“五指”。
At sixes and sevens是“乱七八糟”，而 和“六”无关。
Seven-Hill City是“罗马”，而不是一种“七山市”。
Eight-ball是“老实人”，这里的“八” 和“发”无关。
To the tens是“打扮得极为华丽”，而 “数到十”。
a white day是“良晨吉日”，而不是一种“大白天”。
a white elephant是“沉重的负担”，而不是一种“白象”。
Blue film是“黄色电影”，而和 “蓝色” 无关。
Yellow book是“法国政府或议会的报告书”，而不是一种“黄色书刊”。
Green-eyed是“红眼病”，而不是“绿眼病”。
Green hand是“生手”，而不是“绿手”。
Green horn是“新移民”，而和 “牛羊的角” 无关。
White lie是“善意的谎言”，而和 “白色” 无关。
Green back 是“美圆”，而不是“绿毛龟”。
Yellow back 是“法国廉价小说”，而不是“黄背”。
Green line是“轰炸线”，而不是“绿线”。
Green room是“演员休息室”，而不是“绿色房间”。
White room是“绝尘室”，而不是“白色房间”。
Green house是“温室”，而不是“绿色的屋子”。
White house是“白宫”，而不是普通的“白房子”。
White smith是“银匠，锡匠”，而不是“白人史密斯”。
Black smith是“铁匠”，而不是“黑人史密斯”。
Chocolate drop是蔑称的“黑人”，而不是“巧克力滴”。
Black tea是“红茶”，而不是“黑茶”。
Brown sugar是“红糖”，而不是“棕糖”。
Green power是“金钱的力量”，而不是“绿色国家”。
firefly是“萤火虫”，而不是一种“苍蝇”。
dragonfly是“蜻蜓”，而不是一种“飞龙”。
Lady bird是“瓢虫”，而不是一种“太太鸟”。
Dragon’s teeth是“相互争斗的根源”，而不是一种“龙齿”。
Talk fish是“吹牛”，而不是“谈马”。
Morning glory是“牵牛花”，而不是“早晨的光荣”。
Lead pencil是“铅笔”，它是“石墨”做的，而和 “铅（lead）” 无关。
Silk worm是“蚕”，既不是“寄生虫”，也不是“可怜虫”。
Cat gut是“羊肠线”，而和 “猫” 无关。
Barber’s cat是“面黄肌瘦的人”，而不是“理发师的猫”。
Cat‘s eye 是“反光路丁”，而不是门镜“猫眼”。
Cats and dogs 是“杂物，价值低的股票”，而不是门上的“猫和狗”或“狗事猫事”。
Rain cats and dogs是“大雨倾盆”，而不是门上的“下猫和狗”。
Prairie dog是“草原鼠”，而和 “狗” 无关。
Lucky dog是“幸运儿”，而不是“幸运狗”。
You dirty dog. 是“你这卑鄙的家伙”，而不是“脏狗” Eat dirt是“忍辱”，而不是“吃土”。
Touch-me-not是“凤仙花”，而不是“别碰我”。
forget-me-not是“勿忘我”，是一种花而不是其它。
Douglas fir tree是一种“松树”，而和 “枞树” 无关。
Peanut是“花生”，而不是“豆类”。
Shortbread是“酥饼”，而不是一种“面包”。
Shooting star是“陨石”，而不是什么“星”。
Friendly camera是“傻瓜照相机”，而不是什么“友好摄影机”。
Funny bone是“麻骨”，指神经，而不是一种“骨”。
Banana tree说是“香蕉树”，属“草本植物”， 而和 “树” 无关„„Jackrabbit是一种“野兔”（hare），而不是 “家兔”（rabbit）。
Koala bear“考拉熊”，不是一种“熊”，而是一种有袋动物。
Sweetbread是“胰脏”，而不是“面包”。
Writing brush是“毛笔”，而不是一种“刷子”。
Small potato是“小人物”，而不是一种“小土豆”。
Big potato是“大人物”，而不是一种“大土豆”。
Couch potato是“电视迷”，而不是一种“沙发土豆”。
The berries是“绝妙的人、事”，而不是“草莓、西红柿”。
小学英语三年级上册如何教学
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NIGHTINGALE AND ROSE She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses, cried young Student, but in all my garden there is red rose. From her nest in the oak tree the Nightingale heard , and she looked out through the leaves and wondered. red rose in all my garden! he cried, and beautiful eyes filled with tears. Ah, on what tle things does happiness depend! I have read all that the wise men have written, and all the secrets of philosophy are mine, yet for want (没有) of a red rose is my made wretched. Here at last is a true lover, said the Nightingale. Night after night have I sung of , though I knew t: night after night have I told story to the stars and now I see him. hair is dark as the hyacinth()-- blossom, and his lips are red as the rose of his desire; but passion has made his face like pale ivory, and sorrow has set her seal upon his brow. The Prince gives a ball (舞会) to-morrow night, murmured the young student, and my love will be of the company. If I bring her a red rose she will dance with me till dawn. If I bring her a red rose, I should hold her in my arms, and she will lean her head upon my shoulder, and her hand will be clasped in mine. But there is no red rose in my garden, so I shall sit lonely, and she will pass me by. She will have no heed of me, and my heart will break. Here, indeed, is the true lover, said the Nightingale. What I sing of, he suffers: what is to me, to him is pain. Surely love is a wonderful thing. It is more precious than emeralds (), and dearer than fine opals (). Pearls and pomegranates cannot buy it, nor is it set forth in the market-place. It may not be purchased of the merchants, nor can it be weighed out in the balance for gold. The musicians will sit in their gallery, said the young Student, and play upon their stringed instruments, and my love will dance to the sound of the harp and the violin. She will dance so lightly that her feet will not touch the floor, and the courtiers in their gay dresses will throng round her. But with me she will not dance, for I have no red rose to give her: and he flung himself down on the grass, and buried his face in his hands, and wept. Why is he weeping? asked a tle Green Lizard, as he ran past him with his tail in the air. Why, indeed? said a Butterfly, who was fluttering about after a sunbeam. Why, indeed? whispered a Daisy to his neighbour, in a soft, low voice. He is weeping for a red rose, said the Nightingale. For a red rose? they cried: how very ridiculous! and the little Lizard, who was something of a cynic (愤世嫉俗者), laughed outright. But the Nightingale understood the secret of the Student’s sorrow, and she sat silent in the oak-tree, and thought about the mystery of Love. Suddenly she spread her brown wings for flight, and soared into the air. She passed through the grove like a shadow and like a shadow she sailed across the garden. In the center of the grass-plot was standing a beautiful Rose-tree, and when she saw it she flew over to it, and lit upon a spray. Give me a red rose, she cried, and I will sing you my sweetest song. But the Tree shook its head. My roses are white, it answered; as white as the foam of the sea, and whiter than the snow upon the mountain. But go to my brother who grows round the old sun-dial (一种玫瑰), and perhaps he will give you what you want. So the Nightingale flew over to the Rose-tree that was growing round the old sun-dial. Give me a red rose, she cried, and I will sing you my sweetest song. But the Tree shook its head. My roses are yellow, it answered; as yellow as the hair of the mermaiden (美人鱼) who sits upon an amber throne, and yellower than the daffodil (黄水仙) that blooms in the meadow before the mower comes with his scythe. But go to my brother who grows beneath the Student’s window (一种玫瑰), and perhaps he will give you what you want. So the Nightingale flew over to the Rose-tree that was growing beneath the Student’s window. Give me a red rose, she cried, and I will sing you my sweetest song. But the Tree shook its head. My roses are red, it answered, as red as the feet of the dove, and redder than the great fans of coral that wave and wave in the ocean-cavern. But the winter has chilled my veins, and the frost has nipped (摧残) my buds, and the storm has broken my branches, and I shall have no roses at all this year. One red rose is all I want, cried the Nightingale, only one red rose! Is there no way by which I can get it? There is a way, answered the Tree; but it is so terrible that I dare not tell it to you. Tell it to me, said the Nightingale, I am not afraid. If you want a red rose, said the Tree, you must build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with your own heart’s blood. You must sing to me with your breast against a thorn. All night long you must sing to me, and the thorn must pierce your heart, and your life-blood must flow into me veins, and become mine. Death is a great price to pay for a red rose, cried the Nightingale, and Life is very dear to all. It is pleasant to sit in the green wood, and to watch the Sun in his chariot (战车) of gold, and the Moon in her chariot of pearl. Sweet is the scent of the hawthorn, and sweet are the bluebells that hide in the valley, and the heather that blows on the hill. Yet love is better than Life, and what is the heart of a bird compared to the heart of a man? So she spread her brown wings for flight, and soared into the air. She swept over the garden like a shadow, and like a shadow she sailed through the grove. The young Student was still lying on the grass, where she had left him, and the tears were not yet dry in his beautiful eyes. Be happy, cried the Nightingale, be happy; you shall have your red rose. I will build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with my own heart’s blood. All that I ask of you in return is that you will be a true lover, for Love is wiser than Philosophy (哲学), though he is wise, and mightier than Power, though he is mighty. Flame-coloured are his wings, and coloured like flame is his body. His lips are sweet as homey, and his breath is like frankincense. The Student looked up from the grass, and listened, but he could not understand what the Nightingale was saying to him, for he only knew the things that are written down in books. But the Oak-tree understood, and felt sad, for he was very fond of the little Nightingale, who had built her nest in his branches. Sing me one last song, he whispered; I shall feel lonely when you are gone. So the Nightingale sang to the Oak-tree, and her voice was like water bubbling from a silver jar. When she had finished her song, the Student got up, and pulled a note-book and a lead-pencil out of his pocket. She had form, her said to himself, as he walked away through the grove—that cannot be denied to her; but has she got feeling? I am afraid not. In fact, she is like most artists; she is all style without any sincerity. She would not sacrifice herself for others. She thinks merely of music, and everybody knows that the arts are selfish. Still, it must be admitted that she has some beautiful notes in her voice. What a pity it is that they do not mean anything, or do any practical good! And he went into his room, and lay down on his little pallet-bed, and began to think of his love; and, after a time, he fell asleep. And when the moon shone in the heavens the Nightingale flew to the Rose-tree, and set her breast against the thorn. All night long she sang, with her breast against the thorn, and the cold crystal Moon leaned down and listened. All night long she sang, and the thorn went deeper and deeper into her breast, and her life-blood ebbed away from her. She sang first of the birth of love in the heart of a boy and a girl. And on the topmost spray of the Rose-tree there blossomed a marvelous rose, petal following petal, as song followed song. Pale was it, at first, as the mist that hangs over the river—pale as the feet of the morning, and silver as the wings of the dawn. As the shadow of a rose in a mirror of silver, as the shadow of a rose in a water-pool, so was the rose that blossomed on the topmost spray of the Tree. But the Tree cried to the Nightingale to press closer against the thorn. Press closer, little Nightingale, cried the Tree, or the Day will come before the rose is finished. So the Nightingale pressed closer against the thorn, and louder and louder grew her song, for she sang of the birth of passion in the soul of a man and a maid. And a delicate flush of pink came into the leaves of the rose, like the flush in the face of the bridegroom when he kisses the lips of the bride. But the thorn had not yet reached her heart, so the rose’s heart remained white, for only a Nightingale’s heart’s blood can crimson the heart of a rose. And the Tree cried to the Nightingale to press closer against the thorn. Press closer, little Nightingale, cried the Tree, or the Day will come before the rose is finished. So the Nightingale pressed closer against the thorn, and the thorn touched her heart, and a fierce pang of pain shot through her. Bitter, bitter was the pain, and wilder and wilder grew her song, for she sang of the Love that is perfected by Death, of the Love that dies not in the tomb. And the marvelous rose became crimson (猩红), like the rose of the eastern sky. Crimson was the girdle of petals, and crimson as a ruby (红宝石) was the heart. But the Nightingale’ voice grew fainter, and her little wings began to beat, and a film came over her eyes. Fainter and fainter grew her song, and she felt something choking her in her throat. Then she gave one last burst of music. The white Moon heard it, and she forgot the dawn, and lingered on in the sky. The red rose heard it, and it trembled all over with ecstasy, and opened its petals to the cold morning air. Echo bore it to her purple cavern in the hills, and woke the sleeping shepherds from their dreams. It floated through the reeds of the river, and they carried its message to the sea. Look, look! cried the Tree, the rose is finished now; but the Nightingale made not answer, for she was lying dead in the long grass, with the thorn in her heart. And at noon the Student opened his window and looked out. Why, what a wonderful piece of luck! He cried; here is a red rose! I have never seen any rose like it in all my life. It is so beautiful that I am sure it has a long Latin name; and he leaned down and plucked it. Then he put on his hat, and ran up to the Professor’s house with the rose in his hand. The daughter of the Professor was sitting in the doorway winding blue silk on a reel, and her little dog was lying at her feet. You said that you would dance with me if I brought you a red rose, cried the Student. Here is the reddest rose in all the world. You will wear it to-night next your heart, and as we dance together it will tell you how I love you. But he girl frowned. I am afraid it will not go with my dress, she answered; and, besides, the Chamberlain’s nephew had sent me some real jewels, and everybody knows that jewels cost far more than flowers. Well, upon my word, you are very ungrateful, said the Student angrily; and he threw the rose onto he street, where it fell into the gutter (阴沟), and a cartwheel went over it. Ungrateful! said the girl. I tell you what, you are very rude; and, after all, who are you? Only a Student. Why, I dont believe you have even got silver buckles to your shoes as the Chamberlain’s nephew has; and she got up from her chair and went into the house. What a silly thing Love is! said the Student as he walked away. It is not half as useful as Logic, for it does not prove anything, and it is always telling one of things that are not going to happen, and making one believe things that are not true. In fact, it is quite unpractical, and, as in this age to be practical is everything, I shall go back to Philosophy and study Metaphysics (玄学). So he returned to his room and pulled out a great dusty book, and began to read.
