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以阅读带其它言实践活动
模块5 教材教法
——以阅读带其它语言实践活动
阅读话题:人物
一、精读材料
1.记叙文
My mother
When I was three years old my father passed away, leaving my mother alone to teach four boys how to grow and live and love. It wasn’t easy for her at all; she worked night shifts as a teacher who taught at a night school. But somehow she managed to pull it off. She would come home late, fix us dinner, listen to our stories, and put us all to bed before she had any time to herself. We never thought much of it at the time, but it’s obvious now that we were her life. I remember asking her why she made so many sacrifices for us, and her answer was amazing, “Your success will be my greatest achievement.”
From that day on my attitude and actions changed. I had the strength and the courage to deal with problems instead of turning away. I wanted to push myself to new heights. She came to every competition and was always the first person at the finish line and the last person to leave. I can still hear those words that changed my life. Her goal was to give us a leg up and the opportunity to do great things; my ambition is to take that opportunity and run with it.
My father
He never complained, at least not when we kids were around, but I could tell his job was rough. Every morning he grabbed his lunch bag and kissed my mom. Then I would stand at the window waving as he backed out of the driveway in that beat-up truck. He would always give me a smile, wave back and blow a kiss before turning down the road to work.
Late in the evening, I would hear the truck rattle up the drive and look out to see a weary man drag his way up the walkway to the door. As he entered the house, a bright smile would flash across his face and he would gather us up for a big hug. It was during these hugs that I first noticed the stained, rough hands and the wrinkled signs of hard work.
Every day our ritual continued. Every day we had food on the table and a warm welcome to live in. every day he showed me the results of hard work and the joy of
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