高中英语 高三一轮复习 My Dadamp;apos;s best flowers读后续写课件.pptx

Continuation Writing读后续写读后续写微写作： 利用“逆推法”， 引导学生合理地推故事情节Micro-writing: Employ “Backward Pass”, and Guidethe Students to Make the Story Develop Logically andReasonablyWarming up---- Enjoy “Father and Daughter”My Dad’s Best Flower阅读下短文， 根据所给情节进行续写， 使之构成一个完整的故事。I remember my first home was a small apartment on the second floor with a lovely and spacious balcony. When my mom was busy in the kitchen, she let me stay on the balcony watching the kids playing in the street. On that balcony I played sometimes with my elder sis Maria. She was seven years old and when my mom was absent, she was like a mother to me.The balcony was a great hobby place for my father. After his work he used to grow carnations(康乃馨) in flower boxes. His carnations were red， pink and white, and everyone appreciated them for their beauty.He took care of them with so much love and devotion. He dealt carefully with his flowers like a mother taking care of her baby. Many times I sat on the floor of the balcony for hours observing him and his lovely flowers with patience. He was always doing something on that balcony.He was watering them every day， cleaning the balcony floor， changing the potting soil and when the stems were thick， strong and high enough， he started his improvement operation attentively like a doctor.My Dad’s Best FlowerMy dad took a tiny knife and with his left hand he held the stem of the carnation and measured the height. Then he made a small mark on the stem wit his finger. Afterwards he made a sharp cut with the knife， just enough to fi again of barley(插穗的芽).Then he bandaged the stem with a small bandage. H job was then to water the plants and to take care of them. “No one should tou them， ” he said to Mom. Every day， when he came home from work he went straight to the balcony.Mom used to tell us， “Do not touch Daddy’s flowers. ” For us it was a fascinating experience to watch how the small stems were growing and making flowers. When the carnations had grown big enough， my dad enjoye