新東方4+1語(yǔ)音語(yǔ)調(diào)第72課

Part One 聽(tīng)辨練習(xí)
A. Listen and repeat .
The lamp is on the désk. They’re in the líving room.
The books are on the cháir. Ann is writing a létter.
The baby is on the flóor. The child is pláying
A cat is in the bóx. The dog is sléeping.
I like my wórk. I am a téacher.
Failure is the mother of succéss. Repetition is the mother of stúdy.
It will do you góod. It will add to your happíness.
This book will prove to be of great hélp. That one is useléss.
B．Listen and repeat .
Where’s my bóok? Where’s my nótebook?
Who’s that mán? Who’s that wóman?
What’s her náme? What’s her télephone number?
When did you cóme? When are you léaving?
How is your wífe? How is your húsband?
When did you cóme? How long will you stáy?
Where is your són? Where is your dáughter?
Who is that mán? Who is that wóman?
How do you like the bóok? How does he like the pícture?
What cólor is the pen?
C．Listen and repeat .
Let’s gó to school. Cóme in, please.
Gét out of the room. Don’t lóok around the road.
Mínd your own business. Pléase open the window.
Clóse the door. Lísten to me carefully.
Gíve me the key to the door. Téll me the truth.
Don’t shóut at me. Don’t dó that again.
Don’t ásk so many questions. Don’t lóse your heart.
Don’t gíve up your ideal. Don’t gó to that kind of place.
D. Read the following sentences with falling intonation, and mark the stresses of each sentence .
1. I don’t understand. 7. What’s your name?
2. Please repeat the question. 8. Where do you live?
3. The lesson is on page six. 9. What do you do?
4. Where’s your sister? 10. I’m not a student.
5. She’s at work. 11. I’m an accountant.
6. She works in a hospital. 12. My brother’s an airline pilot.
E. Listen to the sentences with falling intonation .
A： Where is he going? A: How are you going there?
B： To the doctor. B: By train.
A： Where is she going? A: What do you think about the work?
B： To the dentist’s. B: It is very boring.
A： I’m leaving tomorrow. When A: What is Beijing like?
　are you leaving? B: Very beautiful.
B： Next week.
F. Listen to the short poems, then read it with falling intonation .
There was an old woman, And nothing she had.
And so this old woman, Was said to be mad,
She’d nothing to eat, She’d nothing to wear,
She’d nothing to lose, She’d nothing to fear,
She’d nothing to ask, And nothing to leave,
And when she did die, Nobody grieved.
G. Appreciate the English song .
Almost heaven,
Western Virginia
Blue Ridge Mountain
Shenandoah River
Life is old there
Older than the trees
Younger than the mountains
Growing like a breeze
Country roads, take me home
To the Virginia
Mountain Mamma
Take me home, country roads
All my memories
Gather round her
Miners’ lady
Stranger to blue water
Dark and dusty
Painted on the sky
Misty taste of moonshine
Teardrop in my eye
Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia
Mountain Mama
Take me home, country roads
I hear her voice in the morning hours
She calls me
The radio reminds me of my home far away
And driving down the road
I get a feeling
That I should have been home
Yesterday, yesterday
Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia
Mountain Mama
Take me home, country road
I. Listen to the paragraph, paying attention to the falling intonation .
　　It is not too difficult to teach your dog to sit on command. Call the dog to you, slip the leash over its head, and say, “Sit!” Repeat the word, hold the dog’s head up with the leash, and press down on its rump. Reward the dog by giving it a bit of food as soon as it is in a sitting position, and pat it to show that you think it is a good dog. Make the dog remain sitting until you say “Up.” The more often you repeat these words, the less time it will take the dog to understand what it is you want it to do.
　　In the past five years, there have been great changes in the people’s diet. From the table, we can see that grain, formerly the main food of most Chinese people, is now playing a less important role in people’s diet, while the proportion of some high-energy food, milk and meat for example, has increased.
　　Bill thought seriously of joining the ever-growing number of Australians flocking to the ports. He was a young man of twenty-two or twenty-three, tall and lean, with a tousled mop of black hair. He liked the outdoors and was used to roughing it. During holidays and whenever he had the spare time he liked to camp in the bush. He fished in rivers and mountain creeks, went for long tramps in the valleys and up the hills, and cooked his meals over a crackling campfire. The thought of going to California and living out in the open near the gold mines. Nothing worried him.
　　
Part Two跟讀練習(xí)
A. Read the following sentences with falling intonation.
He speaks Frénch. She speaks Spánish
She’s an enginéer. She’s at the drúgstore .
She’s a nurse. He’s an accóuntant.
His suit is blúe. Her dress is yéllow.
This is his bág. That is his bággage.
Tom went to the párk. Jane was in the gárden.
I am a student. He is a teacher.
I like music. He likes reading.
B. Read the following sentences .
What are you chatting about? What do you think of this plan?
What kind of coat does she like? What time is the plane due to arrive?
What was the girl like? Which class are you in?
Whose turn is it to speak? Which bus do you think I should take?
Why didn’t you tell me earlier? When will you be back?
C. Complete the following sentences .
Be sure to …(call me up, write to us)
Take care not to …(dirty your coats, do too much work)
Be so kind as to …(post the letter for me, take a message to Kate)
Don’t bother to …(get dinner for us, mend this pair of socks)
Don’t trouble to …(send for a doctor, rewrite the letter)
Don’t be (so stupid, so sure of yourself)
Do… (have confidence in yourselves, accept the present)
Mind …(the dog outside the yard, the person over there)
D. Read the dialogue, paying attention to the falling intonation .
A: Good afternoon, would you mind if I sit here?
B: Of course not.
A: I’m Jack. What’ s your name?
B: Laura.
A: Do you like this place?
B: I don’t think it’s very nice. And my father doesn’t like it. But my mother likes it very much. So we often come here.
A: How often?
B: Well, we come here almost every month.
A: Who’s that?
B: It’s my mother. She’s fond of swimming. And the man beside her is my father.
A: Do you like swimming?
B: No, I hate swimming. I prefer playing tennis.
E. Read the following poem .
STOPPING BY WAY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING
Whose woods these are I think I know
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are loved, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
F. Read the following paragraph .
　　As a young girl, Elizabeth Barret raptured a blood vessel in the lungs, which did not heal. Her physician consigned her to a milder climate for the winter and she went to Devonshire for restoration. Among the members of her family who accompanied her to those healing shores was her eldest brother, for a whole year they lived side by side in affectionate companionship, she all the while being greatly benefited by the mild sea breezes of Torquay.
　　One summer morning her brother embarked on board a small sailboat with two friends for a trip of several hours around the coast. Just as the vessel came in sight of the window where Miss Barret set watching, the boat struck a sunken reef, and all who were in it went down and perished in the sea, before assistance could be rendered. None of the bodies were ever found, although the whole village, full of sympathy, assembled in search.
　　This was the tragedy which utterly prostrated for some years afterwards the health and soul of Elizabeth Barret. Somehow she felt that she herself had in some measure been the cause of all this horror, and she suffered accordingly. Her whole being seemed shattered, and a full year elapsed before she was able to be moved to London. This fatal event, which so saddened her youth, gave also a still deeper devotional feeling to her poems. The shadow fell upon her heart, and her spirit, thus chastened, took the hue of sorrow so apparent in many of her earlier pieces.