Great Woman PPT课件.pptVIP

* Unit 17 Great women Hope HOPE is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul， And sings the tune without the words， And never stops at all， And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. Ive heard it in the chillest land, And on the strangest Sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of Me. 希望 (254) “ 希望” 是物 长着羽毛 寄居在灵魂里， 唱着没有词的曲调， 绝无丝毫停息， 微风吹送最为甘甜 暴雨致痛无疑 能够使得小鸟不安 保有此多暖意。 听它越过奇妙大海 飞遍严寒田地 可它不要我面包屑 哪怕饥饿至极。 Emily Dickinson Song Qingling Madame Curie Mother T