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Σ˹ĵĸʽǳϸ񣬼ʽˣΣ϶񡣱߲μӹͳ˹ĵĸľһӸʮľġ߼¼ԭЩӶ񣬸ϸݡ˵˹ĵĸʽģ

ͷΣ
1ֻĿͷʽʽʽʽµı
2һ仰де۵㡣
мΣ
1ÿһ۵㣬ʹһ䣬ڶĿͷ˵
2ģʹ֤ͷ֤֤Ǽģмαìܵ֯չ߳
3ģÿһ۵ԺҪǿ
βΣ
1ǼģìܵĽͻ⡣
2ģٴθߵҪ۵㣬

ж԰˹ĵҪȫ䣬ÿа˸ӡ

ѧͷ棬ҪҪѧĳһʷʱһȽ̵ʶҵдҵƷķص㣻Ҷ췽ʽҶڵİţƷӳľȡ⣬ƷĲͬѧʽҲо֮С磬ʫʲôɫأͬʫˣͬʱͬҵʫʲôرĵطأ޴ǺرľӽṹӦöƷʲôأѧ۵ݡѧǴӳеһ꿪ʼͿС˵ԭңЩƷͨÿһݵĽ涨ģضƷĿ飬뵽ݵͳ档

ѧĸαͨǾװģмǧҳǳ񡢷ǳءеǰ壬ͬһ°һѧϰеǰңѴԵѡһ𡣵ǣΪڿα棬ÿһֻѡһƪȽ϶̵Ʒԣʦͨ涨ѧڿҵĴС˵ʫԭԣĶ൱ġ

ӢѧϰҪǴɯʿʱʼʮ͵ҪӢҵϷ硢ʫ衢ɢĵôʣӽṹ޴Ǳ﷽ʽѧϰⲿݣҪ֪ʶԵģҪѧܡ飬߱ĶӢˮƽҲһιӢѧ롣ǣѧȴѧԺдһƪģش⣺
- To be, or not to bethat is the questionţȥǸ⡣仰˭ƷȰζĬдȻдһƪģ仰ֵĳĳݵĸӢͳ⣩
עζ׳ɯʿǵϷ硶ӸǡȫĴǣ
To be, or not to bethat is the question; 
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer 
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, 
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, 
And by opposing end them? To die, to sleep 
No more; and by a sleep to say we end 
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks 
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation 
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; 
To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub; 
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, 
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, 
Must give us pause.
ͷûдο飬Ǵĵط뷽ָ
- ʫʹͨе޴Ƿʽģʫдʽ
1Theres a certain slant of light,
On winter afternoons,
That oppresses, like the weight
Of cathedal tunes...
յһбĹ⣬
ѹǣͬе졭

2If love were what the rose is,
And I were like the leaf,
Our lives would grow together
In sad or singing weather,
Blown fields or flowerful closes,
Green pleasure or grey grief...
(޵õ壬ҺҶƬ䣬
ǵһʣ
ڷĵԭҰ򻨾ɫĻֻɫĿơ

ĸĿ﷽Ҫڿγ̱׼涼ǳϸڵ¿αģĿγ̱׼Ͳ֡עͳϣѧϰؽнľӡΪעͳϡβԺͺôŽС塱ⶼȽģ

˵ĸĿѵҪļ棺

ұѵһѵʶģ£бУǡԿ(interpretative oral expression)νԿѧõһƪµʱ򣬿԰ߵĸ飬µգͨʶϱֳ⣬ݽĻѧͨѸе˼ֱеĽ󣬼һ籾ѧͨͷֱֳʹӣһ֪ǹһɫ˵

ڶСпͷѵһѵСĻУ˵ķԣܽ˵Ĺ۵㣬Լͷ˵Ĺ۵㡣

ȫ˵ĻпͷѵĿˣһ̨ܵż˿ӵؾһ⣬˵ϼӡȻҲѵۺݽڵĽųȱѵˣǾڵԿһЩڱ߲ɷõʱ򡰰ǲǣ˰죬û˵ʲôмֵĶӼڽͷץһˣĳһĿԵõƪۣĻش𡣣

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