高中英语 My Fathers Hands教学设计 牛津版必修1高一.docVIP

高一英语 My Father’s Hands教学设计 As Daddy’s devoted and only daughter, I noticed things about him that my brothers never mentioned or may have taken for granted. Two things in particular made Daddy more wonderful than all the other fathers I’d ever seen or heard of — Daddy’s large, sensitive hands. Daddy’s hands were capable. Daddy had long and nimble fingers that could sew on the missing button. They could do my hair. They could trim the nails of my tiny fingers and toes. Those same fingers had a magical way of playing the guitar as well, making my nursery tunes the most beautiful music I ever heard. Daddy’s hands were also strong and useful. Wonderfully tanned from working in the sun, they looked a bit callused. There was no unfamiliar area to Daddy’s hands. They could make a delicious and colorful meal in minutes. I loved to watch in Yes, these were the hands of my father — Hands with household knowledge and heavy equipment. They untiringly cared for his family through my mother’s long illnesses right up until her death. It was obvious to me that no mother’s hands could have done better. In my little-girl eyes, my father’s hands were perfect. They had the strength and power to move mountains. They made the impossible possible! …… Years later, in a small hospital lay Daddy near death, too weak to speak out loud. I sat tearfully at his bedside. But as I held his hands, I smiled — all those delightful and unforgettable years of memories came crowding in. I could well remember the scene where Daddy sang the old, familiar songs with his hands patting me. Peacefully settled in his arms, I sucked my thumb, feeling the rhythm of Daddy’s heartbeat while the old rocking chair creaked back and forth. With my other hand, I would hold one of Daddy’s large hands studying the lines and touching the rough spots. I encircled his hands with pride, although he had a split in his nail, which endeared him to me more because he got the injury when building my dollhouse. Once agai