典范英语2a第6课

Noisy Neibours 1Mr FlinchIn In a grim, grey house in a grim, grey town lived an unhappy man.It was not his grey house that made Mr Flinch unhappy. It was not that he was poor, because he was not. Mr Flinch was a miser. He never gave away a penny. ( He never gave away a smile either. ) He was a mean and miserable man.Mr Flinch was miserable because of his neighbours.On one side of Mr Flinch’s grim, grey house stood a jolly red one. It belonged to Carl Clutch who mended cars.Carl loved cars – and motorbikes and vans and lorries. Every morning, Mr Flinch woke up to hear hammers banging, spanners clanging and engines revving. The whole street shook with the noise.On the other side, in a bright blue house, lived a music teacher called Poppy Plink. Each morning, Poppy sat down and played grand tunes on her grand piano. After breakfast, her students started to arrive.Violins screeched, drums thundered and bassoons bellowed. Mr Flinch shut his window, but the noise still came through the wall. Brum – brum, tootle – toot, bang! His whole house shook and shivered.He put his fingers in his ears.He rapped on the wall … but his neighbours did not hear.They were far too happy. They were mending cars and making music, and they loved their work.Brum – brum, tootle – toot, bang!Mr Flinch rap rapped until he made holes in his wallpaper . It did no good.Mr Flinch locked himself in a cupboard . He wound old towels round his head.He wrote angry letters, but tore them all up. “Stamps cost far too much money!”he said.Even in bed, he wore a hat to keep out the noise.But the cars still revved and the music still jangled.Mr Flinch was the grey filling in a noise sandwich.“This can’t go on,”Flinch thought to himself. He even shouted it out loud: “This can’t go on！”2Nasty TricksMr Flinch went next door to Carl’s house. Carl was mending cars. It was easy to sneak into his kitchen and put a dead rat in the fridge.“That will get rid of him!”said Flinch, and smiled a nasty smile. “Nobody wants to live in a house with rats!”At midnight, Mr Flinch climbed on to his roof and – carefully, carefully – crawled across the tiles. He put his head down Poppy’s chimney and gave a long, loud, “Hooowooowoooo!”“That will get ride of her,”he said with a grim grin. “Nobody wants to live in a house with ghosts!”Then he climbed back into bed.Next morning, Mr Flinch woke to a HUGE noise. Cars and lorries were stopping outside. He looked out of his window.Carl was sitting outside in the rood, with a table, a kettle, a loaf of bread and a bottle of tomato sauce.Carl called to Mr Flinch, “Can’t use my kitchen today! Rays, urgh! My mum is cleaning up. She told me to eat my breakfast outside. That’s how I got this great idea! Take – away breakfast! Drivers can stop here and buy breakfast.”Just then, Poppy Plink came running out of her blue front door. “Oh, Mr Flinch! Oh, Carl! Guess what happened last night!”“I give up,”said Mr Flinch, with a sumg smirk. “Do tell.”Poppy beamed with joy. “Last night, angles sang down my chimney! They did, I promise!’”She frowned. “But the music wasn’t very good! I think they want some new songs to sing! I’m sure they want me to write them, and I shall! Oh I shall!”She did.Poppy still had to teach music all day.But at night she wrote angle music. She made it nice and loud, with lots of cymbals and trumpets.It was all too much for Mr Flinch.3Mr Flinch has a PlanMr Flinch went next door to Carl’s house.He showed Carl a fistful of money.“The day you move house, all this is yours!”he said.“Anything you say, chief,”said Carl, wiping his dirty hands on a rag.“As long as I can mend cars, I’ll be happy anywhere.”Carl went on, “I’ll move out as soon as I can sell the house!”Next, Mr Flinch went to Poppy’s house and offered her a hatful of money. “The day you move house, all this is yours!”he said.“Of course! If that is what you want, dear heart! Cried Poppy.She had never seen so much money in her life. “As long as I have my music, I can be happy anywhere! I will move out just as soon as I can sell my little house!”Mr Flinch went home a happy man – well, as happy as a man like Mr Flinch can ever be.He felt in his empty pockets and gulped. “All that money gone! Ah, but soon those noisy neighbours will be gone, too!”In a few days, Mr Flinch’s neighbours had sold up their houses.Now, at last, he would have peace and quiet – nothing but the noise of mice scratching in the empty cellar.4Moving DayMr Flinch watched as Poppy Plink moved out. Bo-jangle went the piano as she pushed and bumped it down the steps.“Going already are you, you pest?”he mutted. “I pity the person who has to live next door to you!”Seeing him, Poppy waved up at the window.“Such luck, Mr Flinch!’”she called. “Fancy! A few days ago, I met someone who wants to move house too! We agreed to swap houses!”Just then, Carl came out of his front door carrying two heavy tool boxes. He saw Poppy struggling with a harp and went to help her. “All set, Poppy？”he said.“All set, Carl! Isn’t this fun!’”She replied.Then Carl moved into Poppy’s bright house and Poppy moved into Carl’s jolly red one.They helped each other to carry the big things, like tables and sofas.Then Carl had a house-warming party. He and Poppy sang, because they were so happy: “There’s no place like home!”Mr Flinch heard it right through the wall of his house … even inside his c upboard , even with a towel round his head.

1Mr FlinchIn a grim, grey house in a grim, grey town lived an unhappy man.It was not his grey house that made Mr Flinch unhappy. It was not that he was poor, because he was not. Mr Flinch was a miser. He never gave away a penny. ( He never gave away a smile either. ) He was a mean and miserable man.Mr Flinch was miserable because of his neighbours.On one side of Mr Flinch’s grim, grey house stood a jolly red one. It belonged to Carl Clutch who mended cars.Carl loved cars – and motorbikes and vans and lorries. Every morning, Mr Flinch woke up to hear hammers banging, spanners clanging and engines revving. The whole street shook with the noise.On the other side, in a bright blue house, lived a music teacher called Poppy Plink. Each morning, Poppy sat down and played grand tunes on her grand piano. After breakfast, her students started to arrive.Violins screeched, drums thundered and bassoons bellowed. Mr Flinch shut his window, but the noise still came through the wall. Brum – brum, tootle – toot, bang! His whole house shook and shivered.He put his fingers in his ears.He rapped on the wall … but his neighbours did not hear.They were far too happy. They were mending cars and making music, and they loved their work.Brum – brum, tootle – toot, bang!Mr Flinch rap rapped until he made holes in his wallpaper. It did no good.Mr Flinch locked himself in a cupboard. He wound old towels round his head.He wrote angry letters, but tore them all up. ‘ Stamps cost far too much money!’ he said.Even in bed, he wore a hat to keep out the noise.But the cars still revved and the music still jangled.Mr Flinch was the grey filling in a noise sandwich.‘This can’t go on,’ Flinch thought to himself. He even shouted it out loud:2Nasty TricksMr Flinch went next door to Carl’s house. Carl was mending cars. It was easy to sneak into his kitchen and put a dead rat in the fridge.‘That will get rid of him!’ said Flinch, and smiled a nasty smile. ‘Nobody wants to live in a house with rats!’At midnight, Mr Flinch climbed on to his roof and – carefully, carefully – crawled across the tiles. He put his head down Poppy’s chimney and gave a long, loud, ‘Hooowooowoooo!’‘That will get ride of her,’ he said with a grim grin. ‘Nobody wants to live in a house with ghosts!’Then he climbed back into bed.Next morning, Mr Flinch woke to a HUGE noise. Cars and lorries were stopping outside. He looked out of his window.Carl was sitting outside in the rood, with a table, a kettle, a loaf of bread and a bottle of tomato sauce.Carl called to Mr Flinch, ‘Can’t use my kitchen today! Rays, urgh! My mum is cleaning up. She told me to eat my breakfast outside. That’s how I got this great idea! Take – away breakfast! Drivers can stop here and buy breakfast.’Just then, Poppy Plink came running out of her blue front door. ‘Oh, Mr Flinch! Oh, Carl! Guess what happened last night!’‘I give up,’ said Mr Flinch, with a sumg smirk. ‘Do tell.’Poppy beamed with joy. ‘Last night, angles sang down my chimney! They did, I promise!’ She frowned. ‘But the music wasn’t very good! I think they want some new songs to sing! I’m sure they want me to write them, and I shall! Oh I shall!’She did.Poppy still had to teach music all day.But at night she wrote angle music. She made it nice and loud, with lots of cymbals and trumpets.It was all too much for Mr Flinch.3Mr Flinch has a PlanMr Flinch went next door to Carl’s house.He showed Carl a fistful of money. ‘The day you move house, all this is yours!’ he said.‘Anything you say, chief,’ said Carl, wiping his dirty hands on a rag.‘As long as I can mend cars, I’ll be happy anywhere.’ Carl went on, ‘I’ll move out as soon as I can sell the house!’Next, Mr Flinch went to Poppy’s house and offered her a hatful of money. ‘The day you move house, all this is yours!’ he said.‘Of course! If that is what you want, dear heart! Cried Poppy.She had never seen so much money in her life. ‘As long as I have my music, I can be happy anywhere! I will move out just as soon as I can sell my little house!’Mr Flinch went home a happy man – well, as happy as a man like Mr Flinch can ever be.He felt in his empty pockets and gulped. ‘All that money gone! Ah, but soon those noisy neighbours will be gone, too!’In a few days, Mr Flinch’s neighbours had sold up their houses.Now, at last, he would have peace and quiet – nothing but the noise of mice scratching in the empty cellar.4Moving DayMr Flinch watched as Poppy Plink moved out. Bo-jangle went the piano as she pushed and bumped it down the steps.‘Going already are you, you pest?’ he mutted. ‘I pity the person who has to live next door to you!’Seeing him, Poppy waved up at the window.‘Such luck, Mr Flinch!’ she called. ‘Fancy! A few days ago, I met someone who wants to move house too! We agreed to swap houses!’Just then, Carl came out of his front door carrying two heavy tool boxes. He saw Poppy struggling with a harp and went to help her. ‘All set, Poppy? he said.‘All set, Carl! Isn’t this fun!’ She replied.Then Carl moved into Poppy’s bright house and Poppy moved into Carl’s jolly red one.They helped each other to carry the big things, like tables and sofas.Then Carl had a house-warming party. He and Poppy sang, because they were so happy: ‘There’s no place like home!’Mr Flinch heard it right through the wall of his house … even inside his cupboard, even with a towel round his head.

每个身处北极的动物都很兴奋，因为这里即将举行一场人人都可以参加的演出。“我要表演滑雪”北极狐说，“我对此很在行”。“我要表演翻筋斗”，北极熊说，“没人翻筋斗能比我好”“我唱歌吧”，海豹说，“每个人都说我嗓音很美。“那我就表演潜水吧”鲸鱼说，“你们知道，我以前在学校可是拿过潜水奖牌的”之后大家都看着海象，问他：你表演什么呢？但是海象什么都不擅长，既不会滑雪也不会翻筋斗。他的歌唱的很糟糕，而他潜水时，鼻子也是露在水面上的。于是海象难过的坐在那里，嚼他的胡子。“没关系”，北极狐说，“你可以看我们表演啊”。北极狐，北极熊，海豹和鲸鱼都在为那场大型远处而努力练习着，而海象却躲在一个雪堆后面边看着他们，边嚼着他的胡子。他真希望自己能擅长些什么。盛大的夜晚终于，表演的盛大夜晚到来了，每个人都坐下来等待演出的开始。还想坐在最前排，他很激动，狐狸走到冰上向大家示意，众人都欢呼着。狐狸开始表演滑冰了，他时而前滑，时而后退，时而向两边滑去，他滑出一个优美的圆圈，并8字型的滑着，她的表演简直是无与伦比的完美，海象非常喜欢她的表演，狐狸表演这一切似乎都是那么的简单轻松。海象认为如果自己也真正的去尝试，一定也能像狐狸表演的那么好。海象情不自禁的跳到冰上和狐狸一起滑冰“我能滑冰了”他叫嚷着，“快，看我” 然而，海象并没能滑多久，他只是把一切搞砸，摔了一跤，他撞到狐狸，狐狸摔倒压在他的脸上，真糟糕！狐狸被他搞得心烦。“海象搞砸了我的演出”狐狸悲叹说接下来，到了北极熊表演了，他蜷缩起来像一个雪球一样在冰面上滚动，众人都为他鼓掌，然后他就开始准备翻筋斗了，他又跳又滚，翻着筋斗，又倒立。海象看着北极熊的表演并被深深吸引，他觉得这是时候了，如果他去表演，他也能像北极熊一样翻筋斗。突然，海象又情不自禁的跳到冰上 “我能翻筋斗了”他叫嚷着，“快，看我”但是还想根本没能翻筋斗，他只是把一切包扎，摔了下来，搞砸了北极熊的表演。当然，北极熊也非常生气，“海象搞砸了我的演出”他悲叹的说。 接下来是海豹，她告诉海象不要打扰她，然后就去唱歌了（歌词省略）。海象听着。多么美妙的声音，它能和海豹一起唱吗？于是它在座位上再也坐不住了。“我知道怎么唱歌，”它说“我也可以唱”。它去和海豹一起唱了。可海象不会唱歌，它的声音像生了锈的旧桶。海豹停止了歌唱，泪流满面。“海象毁了我的歌。”她说（后面是自己翻译的，不大准，内容太多，翻译不下去了。。。）

1 Mr Flinch In a grim, grey house in a grim, grey town lived an unhappy man. It was not his grey house that made Mr Flinch unhappy. It was not that he was poor, because he was not. Mr Flinch was a miser. He never gave away a penny. ( He never gave away a smile either. ) He was a mean and miserable man. Mr Flinch was miserable because of his neighbours. On one side of Mr Flinch’s grim, grey house stood a jolly red one. It belonged to Carl Clutch who mended cars. Carl loved cars – and motorbikes and vans and lorries. Every morning, Mr Flinch woke up to hear hammers banging, spanners clanging and engines revving. The whole street shook with the noise. On the other side, in a bright blue house, lived a music teacher called Poppy Plink. Each morning, Poppy sat down and played grand tunes on her grand piano. After breakfast, her students started to arrive. Violins screeched, drums thundered and bassoons bellowed. Mr Flinch shut his window, but the noise still came through the wall. Brum – brum, tootle – toot, bang! His whole house shook and shivered. He put his fingers in his ears. He rapped on the wall … but his neighbours did not hear. They were far too happy. They were mending cars and making music, and they loved their work. Brum – brum, tootle – toot, bang! Mr Flinch rap rapped until he made holes in his wallpaper. It did no good. Mr Flinch locked himself in a cupboard. He wound old towels round his head. He wrote angry letters, but tore them all up. ‘ Stamps cost far too much money!’ he said. Even in bed, he wore a hat to keep out the noise. But the cars still revved and the music still jangled. Mr Flinch was the grey filling in a noise sandwich. ‘This can’t go on,’ Flinch thought to himself. He even shouted it out loud:2 Nasty Tricks Mr Flinch went next door to Carl’s house. Carl was mending cars. It was easy to sneak into his kitchen and put a dead rat in the fridge. ‘That will get rid of him!’ said Flinch, and smiled a nasty smile. ‘Nobody wants to live in a house with rats!’At midnight, Mr Flinch climbed on to his roof and – carefully, carefully – crawled across the tiles. He put his head down Poppy’s chimney and gave a long, loud, ‘Hooowooowoooo!’‘That will get ride of her,’ he said with a grim grin. ‘Nobody wants to live in a house with ghosts!’Then he climbed back into bed.Next morning, Mr Flinch woke to a HUGE noise. Cars and lorries were stopping outside. He looked out of his window.Carl was sitting outside in the rood, with a table, a kettle, a loaf of bread and a bottle of tomato sauce.Carl called to Mr Flinch, ‘Can’t use my kitchen today! Rays, urgh! My mum is cleaning up. She told me to eat my breakfast outside. That’s how I got this great idea! Take – away breakfast! Drivers can stop here and buy breakfast.’Just then, Poppy Plink came running out of her blue front door. ‘Oh, Mr Flinch! Oh, Carl! Guess what happened last night!’‘I give up,’ said Mr Flinch, with a sumg smirk. ‘Do tell.’Poppy beamed with joy. ‘Last night, angles sang down my chimney! They did, I promise!’ She frowned. ‘But the music wasn’t very good! I think they want some new songs to sing! I’m sure they want me to write them, and I shall! Oh I shall!’She did.Poppy still had to teach music all day.But at night she wrote angle music. She made it nice and loud, with lots of cymbals and trumpets.It was all too much for Mr Flinch. 3 Mr Flinch has a PlanMr Flinch went next door to Carl’s house.He showed Carl a fistful of money. ‘The day you move house, all this is yours!’ he said.‘Anything you say, chief,’ said Carl, wiping his dirty hands on a rag.‘As long as I can mend cars, I’ll be happy anywhere.’ Carl went on, ‘I’ll move out as soon as I can sell the house!’Next, Mr Flinch went to Poppy’s house and offered her a hatful of money. ‘The day you move house, all this is yours!’ he said.‘Of course! If that is what you want, dear heart! Cried Poppy.She had never seen so much money in her life. ‘As long as I have my music, I can be happy anywhere! I will move out just as soon as I can sell my little house!’Mr Flinch went home a happy man – well, as happy as a man like Mr Flinch can ever be.He felt in his empty pockets and gulped. ‘All that money gone! Ah, but soon those noisy neighbours will be gone, too!’In a few days, Mr Flinch’s neighbours had sold up their houses.Now, at last, he would have peace and quiet – nothing but the noise of mice scratching in the empty cellar.4 Moving DayMr Flinch watched as Poppy Plink moved out. Bo-jangle went the piano as she pushed and bumped it down the steps.‘Going already are you, you pest?’ he mutted. ‘I pity the person who has to live next door to you!’Seeing him, Poppy waved up at the window.‘Such luck, Mr Flinch!’ she called. ‘Fancy! A few days ago, I met someone who wants to move house too! We agreed to swap houses!’Just then, Carl came out of his front door carrying two heavy tool boxes. He saw Poppy struggling with a harp and went to help her. ‘All set, Poppy? he said.‘All set, Carl! Isn’t this fun!’ She replied.Then Carl moved into Poppy’s bright house and Poppy moved into Carl’s jolly red one.They helped each other to carry the big things, like tables and sofas.Then Carl had a house-warming party. He and Poppy sang, because they were so happy: ‘There’s no place like home!’Mr Flinch heard it right through the wall of his house … even inside his cupboard, even with a towel round his head.

《丛林短裤》故事英文梗概:

Lenny does not want to wear his jungle shorts for football.He was disappointed at first.

But when he saw his friends all wearing the jungle shorts, he felt happy.Finally their team won the game.

中文梗概：

小男孩莱尼不喜欢穿自己的丛林短裤，为此他非常沮丧。但在一次足球比赛时，发现了许多与他穿着相同的男孩，这一切改变了他的想法，使他变得开心起来。最后，莱尼所在的足球队赢得了比赛。

扩展资料：

英文故事《丛林短裤》是一个很有哲学道理的小故事，出自典范英语，很适合小朋友阅读。

读后感：

最开始莱尼因为妈妈给他买了一条丛林短裤而闷闷不乐，后来在足球队发现其他的伙伴也穿了同样的裤子，而开心起来。后来更因为和小伙伴们一起经过努力，赢得了比赛，而显得丛林短裤的珍贵。

在生活中，我们可能很不喜欢一样东西，并为此闷闷不乐，但当它以另一种方式出现时,并且陪我们度过一段难以忘记的经历之后，我们就会知道一切都是值得珍惜的，它也有属于它自己的价值。

很多时候，我们并不能让生活处处都顺风顺水，人生不如意十之八九，我们不能因此而感到失望，或许我们换个角度看待这些问题，我们会发现它好的一面。

典范英语6 《丛林短裤》故事梗概是：小男孩Lenny原本十分讨厌自己的丛林短裤，但在一次足球比赛时，发现了许多与他穿着相同的男孩，于是改变了他的想法。

扩展资料：

1、从典范英语6 《丛林短裤》中得到的启示是：当深陷危机之中时，不要抱怨自己的处境。或许，别人不比你好多少。

2、莱尼一开始觉得丛林短裤并不适合他，但当它以另一种方式出现时，我们就会知道一切都是值得珍惜的，所以莱尼最后改变了自己的主意。同时，丛林短裤也的确令他感到快乐。

3、自己不喜欢的东西，但是因为朋友的加持，或者是其能够得到自己同伴的认可，回头想想，自己也就不那么讨厌甚至有点喜欢，这就是友谊的力量。

4、一件东西，即使自己当初不喜欢，但在陪自己经历过风雨之后，特别是跟朋友一起经历，就会变得特别有意义。