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美丽的小兴安岭
我国东北的小兴安岭,有数不清的红松、白桦、栎(li)树……一几百里连成一片,就像绿色的海洋。
春天,树木抽出新的枝条,长出嫩绿的叶子。山上的积雪融(rang)化了,雪水汇(hui)成小溪,淙(cong)淙地流着。溪里涨(zhang)满了春水。小鹿在溪边散步,它们有的俯(fu)下身子喝水,有的侧着脑袋欣赏自己映在水里的影子。
夏天,树木长得葱(cang)葱茏(long)茏,密密层层的枝叶把森林封得严严实实的,挡(dang)住了人们的视线,遮住了蓝蓝的天空。早晨,雾从山谷里升起来,整个森林浸(jin)在乳白色的浓雾里。太阳出来了,千万缕(lu)像利剑(Jian)一样的金光,穿过树梢,照射在工人宿舍(she)门前的草地上。草地上盛开着各种各样的野花,红的、白的、黄的、紫的,真像个美丽的大花坛。
秋天,白桦和栎树的叶子变黄了,松柏显得更苍翠了。秋风吹来,落叶在林间飞舞。这时候,森林向人们献出了酸甜可口的山葡萄,又香又脆的榛(zhen)子,鲜嫩的蘑(mo)菇和木耳,还有人参等名贵药材。
冬天,雪花在空中飞舞。树上积满了白雪。地上的雪厚厚的,又松又软,常常没过膝盖。西北风呼呼地刮(gua)过树梢。紫貂和黑熊不得不躲进各自的洞里。紫貂捕到一只野兔当美餐,黑熊只好用舌头舔(tian)着自己又肥又厚的脚掌。松鼠靠秋天收藏在树洞里的松子过日子,有时候还到枝头散散步,看看春天是不是快要来临。
小兴安岭一年四季景色诱(you)人,是一座美丽的大花园,也是一座巨大的宝库。
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1.试分析文本景物描写的特点。
2.若指导中年级小学生学习本文,试拟定教学目标和重点。
3.根据教学重点,设计教学环节并简要说明理由。

A.试分析文本景物描写的特点。
B.若指导中年级小学生学习本文,试拟定教学目标和重点。
C.根据教学重点,设计教学环节并简要说明理由。

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1.从结构上说,文本写景采用“总一分一总”的结构,围绕“美丽”,先总写小兴安岭的美。再分别写春夏秋冬的美景,最......

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She stood before us looking very composed as she gave us good morning. Sabri cleared his throat, and picking up the great key very delicately between finger and thumb -- as if it were of the utmost fragility -- put it down again on the edge of the desk nearest her with the air of a conjurer making his opening dispositions. 'We are speaking about your house,' he said softly, in a voice ever so faintly curdled with menace. 'Do you know that all the wood is...' he suddenly shouted the last word with such force that I nearly fell off my chair, 'rotten!' And picking up the key he banged it down to emphasise the point. The woman threw up her head with contempt and taking up the key also banged it down in her turn exclaiming: 'It is not.' 'It is.' Sabri banged the key. 'It is not.' She banged it back. 'It is.' A bang. 'It is not.' A counter-bang. All this was certainly not on a very intellectual level, and made me rather ill at ease. I also feared that the key itself would be banged out of shape so that finally none of us would be able to get into the house. But these were the opening chords, so to speak, the preliminary statement of theme. The woman now took the key and held it up as if she were swearing by it. 'The house is a good house,' she cried. Then she put it back on the desk. Sabri took it up thoughtfully, blew into the end of it as if it were a sixshooter, aimed it and peered along it as if along a barrel. Then he put it down and fell into an abstraciton. 'And suppose we wanted the house.' he said, 'which we don't, what would you ask for it?' 'Eight hundred pounds.' Sabri gave a long and stagy laugh, wiping away imaginary tears and repeating 'Eight hundred pounds' as if it were the best joke in the world. He laughed at me and I laughed at him, a dreadful false laugh. He slapped his knee. I rolled about in my chair as if on the verge of acute gastritis. We laughed until we were exhausted. Then we grew serious again. Sabri was still as fresh as a daisy. I could see that. He had put himself into the patient contemplative state of mind of a chess player. 'Take the key and go,' he snapped suddenly, and handing it to her, swirled round in his swivel chair to present her with his back; then as suddenly he completed the circuit and swivelled round again. 'What!' he said with surprise. 'You haven't gone.' In truth there had hardly been time for the woman to go. But she was somewhat slow-witted, though obstinate as a mule: that was clear. 'Right,' she now said in a ringing tone, and picking up the key put it into her bosom and turned about. She walked off stage in a somewhat lingering fashion. 'Take no notice, 'whispered Sabri and busied himself with his papers. The woman stopped irresolutely outside the shop, and was here joined by her husband who began to talk to her in a low cringing voice, pleading with her. He took her by the sleeve and led her unwillingly back into the shop where we sat pointedly reading letters. 'Ah! It's you,' said Sabri with well-simulated surprise. 'She wishes to discuss some more,' explained the cobbler in a weak conciliatory voice, Sabri sighed. 'What is there to speak of? She takes me for a fool.' Then he suddenly turned to her and bellowed. 'Two hundred pounds and not a piastre more.' It was her turn to have a paroxysm of false laughter, but this was rather spoiled by her husband who started plucking at her sleeve as if he were persuading her to be sensible. Sabri was not slow to notice this. 'You tell her,' he said to the man. 'You are a man and these things are clear to you. She is only a woman and does not see the truth. Tell her what it is worth!'The writer felt 'ill at ease' because ______.A.the proceedings seemed inappropriate to the occasionB.he was afraid that the contestants would become violentC.he felt that no progress was likely to be madeD.he was not accustomed to such stupidity