Task Two Reflecting on the Poem “The Road Not Taken” concerns a choice made between two roads by a person who is out walking in the woods. He would like to explore both roads and tells himself that he will explore one first and then come back to explore the other. At the same ...
Poetry is a kind of representation using rhythm, (figure of) speech and melody. —Aristotle Poetry is to prose what dancing is to walking. —John Wain Painting is silent poetry and poetry is a speaking picture. —Simonides Prose is words in the best order; poetry is the best words in th...
5.While walking(walk) down a dark street one evening, I heard screams coming from behind the bushes. 维度二 在空白处填入1个适当的单词 1.(北京卷)We did so well that we were invited to share our idea and experience with all the students of our school. ...
>When walking down the street,I came across David, whom I hadn't seen for years. 当我走在街上的时候,偶然遇到了戴维,我已经有好多年没见过他了。(天津高考) I came across some old photos in a drawer which transported me into my childhood.我在抽屉里偶然发现了一些旧照片,它们让我仿佛回到了童...
One night I was walking in the woods. It was blistery and cold. It was the night the Whisper came, And this story must be told. At first I thought … Unanswered Why is this happening to me? How could this be? What have I done to deserve this? Can anyone see? Can anyone help?
教师可将学生说的相关词汇列在黑板上,例如:Nouns: forest, woods, trees, roads, choice…Adjectives: beautiful…接着,教师引导学生代入场景,提出问题供学生思考并回答:If you were walking in a forest and came to a crossroad like this, what would you do? Why?(2)谈论对诗歌的理解。学生讨论Look and ...
she inflames the lacquer-tree men, eyes staring wide. What a propitious time to be a bride. In the autumn wind, as the bugles blow and blow, slowly and shyly along the precipice she goes. Walking up to the bluff, high above the fields, no thoughts of stopping, watching the months ...
—AristotlePoetry is to prose what dancing is to walking. —John WainPainting is silent poetry and poetry is a speaking picture. —SimonidesProse is words in the best order; poetry is the best words in the best order. —Samuel Coleridge)Why do you think people write poems? to create a ...
back A loud thunderclap exploded And lightning flashed in the sky I clung to him terrified He looked down and smiled "Perhaps, I will see you home" I hesitated but a moment He was quite handsome for sure I felt so safe with him We left our doorway shelter Walking together as raindrops ...
Life’s but a walking shadow, 人生不过是一个行走的影子, A poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, 一个在舞台上指手划脚的拙劣的伶人 And then is heard no more. 登场了片刻,就在无声无臭中悄然退下; It is a tale told by an idiot, 它是一个愚人所讲的...