good一词如何译

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篇1：good一词如何译

good一词，在英语中该算是最熟悉、最常用的了。它的搭配能力很强，而且也常见于科技文章中。一看到good,我们便自然而然得会想到“好的”这一词义。然而，在一些场合， good的译法却是颇费踌躇的。

1，可译为“好的”，但概念模糊：如good fish（好鱼），是指品种，大小还是新鲜程度呢？

2，勉强可译为“好的”，但不搭配：如good fire若译为“很好的炉火”是可以理解的，但不如译为“旺盛的炉火”。

3，译成“好的”反而错了：如good hard work不是指“一项好的但却艰巨的工作”，而是指“一项十分艰巨的工作”。

为什么这样普通的词在翻译时却难处理呢？其原因有二：

1，只知其一，不知其二、三

有的词有一个义项，有的词有两个或两个以上义项。good 一词，在《现代高级英汉双解辞典》中就有十八项释义，如不能全面地掌握这些义项，翻译时就会遇到困难。

2，不善举一反三，触类旁通

从语言的发展来看，一个词总会有一个最原始的或最基本的词义（叫做本义），而其他的词义是由这个词发展或引申而来的（叫做引申义）。引申，就是由原义产生新义。选择词义难就难在这个“新”字上。一是英语单词本身已有引申义。这就要勤查字典，从诸多词义中去挑选最合适的词义。二是词典中所有词义都不贴切，要根据汉译的需要去创造新义，而新义又必须与本义相关联。如good一词在英语中已有引申义“strong, vigorous（强健的，有力的）”。因此，his eyesight is still good. 一句应译为“他的视力仍然很强。”（good由“好的”引申为“强的”）。而在下面的例句中，good 可引申为“高度的”。to produce strong x-rays the tube had to be made a very good vacuum. 管子要产生强的射线，就必须制成高度的真空。而“高度的”这一词义，在《现代高级英汉双解辞典》、《远东英汉大辞典》等的汉语释义中都是没有的，因而可算是新创的。现在，让我们以《现代高级英汉双解辞典》为据，列举good一词的几个义项来观察它在汉译时是如何引申和再引申的。为了节省篇幅，本文只探讨作为形容词用的而且常用于科技文章中的几个义项的译法，不涉及用于生活、口语和文学时的译法，也不涉及用于问候语、客气的称呼、赞扬之词以及片语和复合词的用法。为了方便，本文不再引用其英语的释义而用其对应的汉语译义，每一词义只举一例。

一、美好的；良好的；令人满意的

a good knife 一把好刀

a good conductor 良导体

汉译时引申：

1.a good soil 肥沃的土壤

2.good oil 提纯了的油

3.a good money 真的货币

4.a good river 畅通的河道

5.good english 规范的英语

6，good switches move quickly. 优质开关动作灵活。（good引申为“优质的”）

7.that engine sounds good. 那台发动机听起来很正常。（good 引申译为“正常”）

8.the rocket travels better through vacuum than it des through the air.

火箭穿过真空比穿过空气容易。（good引申译为“容易”）

9.a good example of a case where electricity is changed to power is the

electric streetcar. 电变为动力的典型例子是电车。（good example 引申译为“典型的例子”）

10.in the absence of an outdoor aerial this telescopic aerial will give

a good picture if the transmitter signal is sufficiently strong. 在无室外天线时，若发射机的信号很强，这种拉杆天线可产生清晰的图象（good picture引申译为“清晰的图象”）

11.laser possesses a series of remarkable properties, which make it a better

light source in a number of cases. 激光有许多显著的特性，这些特性使它在许多情况下成为一种更理想的光源。（good引申译为“理想的”）

二、有益的

milk is good food for children. 牛奶对小孩是有益的。汉译时引申：

1.good gradient平缓的坡度

2.it is no good heating the material to such a temperature. 把材料加热到这样的温度是不恰当的。（good引申为“恰当的”）

三、能胜任的；有能力的；能干的

汉译时引申：

1.a good chess player 高明的棋手

2.a good human translator can do perhaps to 3000 words a day. 一个熟练的翻译人员一天也许能翻译两千到三千个词。（good引申译为“熟练的”）

四、彻底的；完全的

the workers gave the machine a good checking. 工人们对机器进行了彻底的检查。汉译时引申：

1.have a good drink 喝个痛快

2.it has been thought of making good use of the sun's energy to serve the

well-being of the people. 我们早就设想过充分利用太阳能来为自己造福。（good引申译为“充分”）

3.this set consumes so little power that a good 12 volt car battery can

still start your car after you have been watching tv for 10 hours. 本机耗电极少，因而具有12伏足电的汽车蓄电池在你看电视十小时后仍能用于开车。（good引申为“充足的”）

4.rivers provide good sources of hydropower. 河流具有丰富的水力资源。（good引申译为“丰富的”）

5.the ce circuit is widely favored since it can be designed for good voltage

and current gains. ce电路得到广泛的使用，因为它能获得高电压增益和高电流增益。（good...gains引申译为“高……增益”）

五、可靠的；安全的；确实的

a car with good brakes 刹车可靠的汽车

a good investment 安全的投资

good debts 确可偿还的债务

篇2：浅谈英汉翻译中的一词多译现象

浅谈英汉翻译中的一词多译现象

英语中有相当一部分词,汉语中没有与之在任何上下文中都固定不变的对应词.这样的单词在不同的上下文中需要译成不同的汉语词.这类单词都有一个最根本的意义.这个最根本的意义是该词的灵魂.从英语思维角度讲,它在不同的'上下文中的意义是固定不变的.然而在英汉翻译中,由于汉语表达习惯与英语不同,不能把这个根本意义的汉语意义固定不变的应用在不同上下文的译文中,而需要结合不同的上下文按照汉语习惯,给以不同的“译法”.从翻译角度讲,要想准确透彻掌握一个单词的意义,区分它的根本意义与译法是极为重要的.

作者：余薇 Yuwei 作者单位：江西财经职业学院,江西,九江,332000 刊名：时代教育（教育教学版）英文刊名：TIME EDUCATION 年，卷(期)： “”(9) 分类号：H314.2 关键词：根本意义译法转变过程

篇3：文言文一词多译的教学设计

文言文一词多译的教学设计

一、教学目标：

1、整理课文中的一词多义，通过分析归纳一定的记忆方法。

2、能借助课文中学过的实词，读懂浅显的课外文言文。

二、教学步骤：

（一）导入

1、同学们，我们在复习文言文时发现，同一个词，在不同的语言环境中，其意义也会有不同。这就是“一词多义”现象。根据常州中考的要求，老师课前已经请同学们整理了五、六两册文言文中的“一词多义”，那我们先来交流一下，看能不能从中找出一些记忆的方法？

2、交流学生整理的“一词多义”。（实物投影）

（二）大家在整理时是否发现，一个词的多个义项之间是有一定的联系的，如果我们能动动脑，找些方法来记忆，那不就省许多力？今天我们的第一个任务就是巧记一词多义。

1、教师以“信”为例，进行示范。（幻灯片出示）

（1）师：我们归纳出“信”在课文中主要有三种含义：①言语真实，不虚伪（本义） ②信用 ③相信那我们怎么记住呢？可以造一句有意义的句子来记。

（2）出示“信”的例句：

自古以来，“言语真实，不虚伪”是一种美德，所以做人要有“信用”，只有讲信用，别人才会“相信、信任”你。

（3）成语巩固：

请说出下列成语中“信”的含义：

①信口开河 ②信口雌黄 ③信手拈来 ④信以为真 ⑤背信弃义 ⑥言而无信

（学生在解释时补出“随意”的含义）

2、学生以“故”为例，进行练习。

（1）、归纳出“故”的几种含义：

①缘故，原因（本义） ②旧的 ③故意 ④所以

（2）学生造句，实物投影学生的材料，分析评价。

（3）出示教师例句：因为两人是“老朋友”的“缘故” ，“所以”碰在一起时，不需要“特意”找话题，也能谈得不亦乐乎。

（4）

成语巩固：说出下列成语”故”的含义。

① 一见如故 ②明知故犯 ③故弄玄虚 ④革故鼎新

⑤欲擒故纵 ⑥非亲非故 ⑦平白无故 ⑧不经世故

3、师：其实，除了刚才的方法外，还有很多方法，关键是同学们要开动脑筋。

出示例子：

改编课文助记：

齐师伐鲁，公将战。曹刿不受故人阻。朝入朝见庄公，曰：“战则请从。”

双方战于长勺。齐一鼓时，刿故不鼓，俟齐三鼓时，鲁方一鼓。因齐竭鲁盈之故，故克之。

（学生说说划线字的含义）

3、

4、归纳记忆法：联想造句法，成语助记法，改编课文法，诗句记忆法，话题记忆法·····

（三）师：我们记住实词的.目的不仅仅是掌握课内的文言语段，更要能借助课文中学过的多义实词，读懂浅显的课外文言文，为进一步的答题奠定基础。

阅读语段一：

虎求百兽而食之，得狐，狐曰：“子无敢食我也。天帝使我长①百兽；今子食我，是逆天帝命也。子以我为不信，吾为子先行；子随我后，观百兽之见我而敢不走乎？”虎以为然，故遂与之行。兽见之皆走。虎不知兽畏己而走也，以为畏狐也。注：①长：做首领。

要求：1、找出语段中的学过的词语，并解释。

2、找出疑难之处，根据上下文已知的内容进行推测。

3、翻译文言文，明确文章的主要内容。

3、结合文章思考，这则文章会出哪些题目；

4、组织成完整的语句回答。

（由学生归纳阅读课外文言文的一般步骤）

板书：

方法：

1、通读全文，借助课内，整体感知。

2、圈出疑难，结合语境，上下推导。

3、看清题目，明确指向，认真思考。

4、斟词酌句，语意完整，细心答题。

（四）根据方法，完成语段二。交流。

附语段二：昔吴起①出遇故人，而止之食。故人曰：“诺。”起曰：“待公而食。”故人至暮不来，起不食待之。明日早，令人求故人，故人来，方与之食。起之不食以俟者，恐其自食其言也。其为信若此，宜其能服三军欤？欲服三军，非信不可也。注释：①吴起：战国时著名的军事家。

（五）布置作业。

篇4：be good for后加什么

She would be good for the job.

她干这工作很合适。

Rain water was once considered to be good for the complexion

雨水曾一度被认为可以滋养皮肤。

They argued all the time and thought it couldn't be good for the baby

他们一直在争论，认为这对孩子肯定不好。

Oh great! That'll be good for Fergus.

哦，太棒了！那将对弗格斯很有利。

She tells Rodriguez that it might be good for someone, but not for her.

她告诉罗德里格斯，这可能对其他人比较方便，但她感觉不出来。

篇5：，Good Bye

育才一小小叶榕文学社六（3）班张佳妮指导老师：李新

1月份初，我参加了芭蕾舞5级考试，拿了中的成绩，每年都有不小的进步，使我更喜欢芭蕾舞。

记得今年3月份，迎来了我钢琴考级8级，第一次考6级以上的级别，心里不免有些紧张。只记得我练了一年半，每天2小时的训练，可这次考级给了我一个令人吃惊的成绩：不及格。看到这个消息的.我，趴到自己床上痛哭了3小时，把床单哭湿了，也把我的泪哭干了，更把我的希望哭到死角里去了。本以为妈妈会臭骂我一顿，没想到妈妈说，没事的孩子，努力练习，参加7月份考试。妈妈这句话，对平常的我没什么感觉，可这时候，给了我信心与支持。这段时间中，我忘了时间，每天增加半个小时练习时间。终于在8月份取得了良好成绩。

此外，这学期的语文可以说是蒸蒸日上，第一次考试拿了全年级第一，第二次考试拿了全班第一。可英语就没那么好，每次都是80多分，唉…~

还有，10.1那天不仅是祖国60岁生日，也是我11岁生日，我和祖国同庆，这次生日不仅仅是过生日，还了解了祖国60年来的变化，收获颇多。

，你给我带来了那么多欢声笑语，可是此刻却要跟你说Good Bye，好舍不得。

篇6：Mr. Good

I could’ve kicked myself for chasing a woman bass player all the way to Cincinnati: a month after I got there, I left her for a twenty-three-year-old grocery clerk. A few weeks later that was over, too, and I didn’t even have money for a bus ticket back to Dallas. I hadn’t been able to find a gig since I’d moved. I tried finding work in a music store, and then started applying anywhere and everywhere—fast food, motels, convenience stores—and finally to stay out of a homeless shelter I had to pawn the only one of my guitars worth much, a 1965 Gibson Hummingbird. I stayed drunk for two days. Then I started working day labor so I could get it back. I was mixing mortar and carrying bricks, which I hated because it messed with my hands. The second week I smashed a thumbnail.

Everyday I went to the pawnshop to make sure the guitar was still there. The owner looked like a vaguely degenerate antique dealer in a movie. He wore a vest.

Every morning I got up at five and made the half-hour walk to the temp service, a trailer set up in a gravel lot. The place looked like a used car dealership without any cars and the owner was a big thick guy named Purcell who was quick to let you know he was retired Navy. The whole set up was pretty shady. Pay was always in cash and you had to get there before dawn to get a job. Except for me the crowd was all Mexican, illegals I’m pretty sure. They stayed to themselves, so I’d stand alone while we waited for Purcell to show up and smoke and drink coffee and think about how I was going to smash the guitar over a low brick wall once I got it back. My father gave it to me when I was eighteen. One afternoon, 1979, when my high school let out he was in the parking lot sitting on the hood of an old Lincoln he’d parked sideways across five spaces. You couldn’t miss him any way you looked. He was dressed in the same outfit Hank Williams was buried in. I hadn’t heard from him for seven years.

I told my friends I was supposed to meet with a teacher and went back inside and hid in the bathroom—I figured if I waited long enough he’d leave. The janitor ran me out of there so I wouldn’t interfere with his drinking. I killed some time walking the halls, then fooling at my locker. Finally the assistant principal who was locking up made me leave.

He was still outside. It was deserted now. He smiled and waved.

“Thought that was you I saw,” he said. “Figured I’d wait.”

I nodded. I didn’t know what to say.

“I hear you’re getting ready to be a high school graduate,” he said.

I nodded again.

“That’s real good.” He cocked his head, looking at me and smiling. “Your grandma don’t mind your hair being that long?”

“She hasn’t said anything.”

“First time I came in with a duck tail she chased me with the scissors.” He took a pack of cigarettes from his inside coat pocket and rapped it on his knee and a single cigarette jumped halfway out, and if he hadn’t been my father that would’ve been cool as hell.

He wanted to go get a hamburger. The inside of the Lincoln smelled like a strip club at six AM. The radio was missing. I reminded him how to get to McKenna’s, a place that had curb service. After we got our drinks he poured part of his Coke out the window and filled it back up from a pint of bourbon he pulled from under the seat. He offered me the bottle but I shook my head.

“Don’t drink?” he asked.

I shrugged.

He nodded. “Don’t seem to talk, either.”

After seven years that crawled all over me. I turned away and stared out my window.

“Ah son,” he said, “I know, I know. I . . . well,” and then I heard his cup slosh. I was looking out at a station wagon where a woman was handing around soft serve cones to her kids. A little boy in the backseat was looking back at me.

“Your grandma tells me you’re playing now,” he said.

“Yeah.” I still didn’t look at him.

“What’re you doing?”

I was in a bad cover band that played sock hops and dances at country clubs. I’d been listening to Earl Klugh and Wes Montgomery, too, trying some of that out.

“Not much,” I said.

The boy pulled his nose up with his thumb and grinned. He had braces. His mother had on a green scarf.

“I guess you don’t go in for Bob Wills and such,” he said.

“No,” I said.

“Not many do anymore,” he said. “That’s why this car’s such a piece of shit.”

Then neither of us said anything. A long minute passed, then another. The little boy kept making faces between licks of his cone. Then the mother caught him. After a glance at me, she jerked him around by the collar.

I heard him splash bourbon into his cup again.

Then the car hop brought the tray with the food and hung it on his window and I felt like I could finally turn around.

“Anything else?” she asked. She was bleach blond and pudgy—I recognized her from school a couple years back but didn’t know her. She had on white jeans and a pink shirt with the tails tied into a knot below her breasts. When you looked at her all you saw was stomach.

“You all got any ice cream left in there?” he said.

“Sure,” she said.

“Then get you one and charge it on my ticket. Girl who looks sweet as cake needs some ice cream to go with her.”

She giggled.

“Or maybe you want a drink of this special Co’-Cola instead?” he asked.

She leered, looked left and then right. “Sure,” she said. He handed her the cup and she ducked her head and took a drink.

“When they let you off here?” he said.

“Not soon enough,” she said. “The horse’s ass that runs the place keeps us here half the night.”

“Well, we’re big boys,” he said. “We get to stay up late.”

I opened my door and got out. He looked around. “Hey, where you going?”

I shut the door. My eyes met the girl’s over the roof of the car, then I ducked my head in the window. “I’ve got to go,” I said. “I’ll see you,” and I started away from the car.

“Hey!” he yelled.

But I didn’t turn around. He yelled a couple more times but I kept going. When I was far enough away I looked back. The girl was still standing at the Lincoln.

I was hoping he’d be waiting outside the house when I got home. He wasn’t.

A week later a notice came from Martin’s Drugs saying I had a Trailways package. It was a cardboard box wrapped in brown butcher’s paper and tied with string, light to carry but about the size of Shakespeare’s coffin. When I got it home and opened it I found a new calfskin guitar case packed in newspaper and inside that was the Hummingbird. The guitar was in good shape, but the words Mr Good were scratched in tall letters on the back of the body. In the bottom of the case was a note:

Son

I wont you to have this a fine instrumint i bought it new in 1965. Maybe somday we can play together i can teech you some Bob wills. The only thing about it is i got no idee how the writing got on the back i woke up in a motel in oddessa tex 8 yeer ago and it was almost nite and their it was this is stil a good guitar.

Dad

I hadn’t heard from him since. If he was alive he’d be sixty-three, and the older I got the more I wished I could see him. We’d have something to talk about now that I’d made every mistake he had.

Once I was living with a psychologist and she started ribbing me after she saw how I took such good care of the Gibson. Better take Mr. Good to soccer practice, she’d say, or Mr. Good says he wants to order Chinese. If she hadn’t been so good-looking I wouldn’t have put up with her—she’d come home after counseling all day and make astrology charts on her clients and smoke pot. She finally drank enough coffee one morning to think to ask how I got the guitar. I told her the story about my dad.

“That’s cute,” she said.

I just stared at her.

“What is it?” she said.

I shook my head.

“No, what is it?” she asked, almost hysterical.

“Nothing,” I said. “Just looking at your hair.”

* * *

It was cold. I was in Purcell’s lot, smoking, drinking coffee, half-listening to the Spanish talk all around me. I had seven hundred dollars in my socks—after getting paid today I’d have enough to get the Gibson back, and after Monday and Tuesday I’d have enough to go back to Dallas—and then suddenly an angry shout came from behind the trailer, then another. The lot quickly fell silent. Then the Spanish started up again and most of the men walked over and looked behind the trailer but as soon they did they started leaving, some running, and in about two minutes the place was deserted except for me.

I kept watching the trailer, about fifteen yards away. Nothing. I couldn’t hear anything either but the hum of the arc lights. I didn’t know what to do. I was kind of scared, but I had to try to work that day, no matter what, so I decided to stay where I was and wait for Purcell to show up. I started to light another cigarette, then footsteps sounded on the gravel and a man staggered around the side of the trailer. He was clutching his side and when he saw me he said something in Spanish. He was big, at least three hundred pounds, and looked like a bear coming toward me. Then he just stopped and stood there. I could hear his breathing. He sank to his knees like a camel sitting down and fell over.

For about a hundred and fifty dollars I would’ve left. But there weren’t any philanthropists in the vicinity. I went over to him. He had rolled onto his back and when he saw me standing over him he started talking in Spanish. He had a rip in the side of his thin jacket and there were dark stains around it. I took off my denim coat and kneeled down, and when he saw what I was doing he moved his hands and let me use the coat as a compress. Some warm blood soaked into the denim, but not much. He seemed more panicked than anything. He just kept on jabbering.

Then I heard other voices. Two Mexicans were standing a few yards away, at the edge of the light.

“Habla ingles?” I called out.

“No much, no much,” the taller of the two said.

I got him to hold the jacket in place and right away he and the injured man started talking, arguing it sounded like. I ran the three blocks to the store where I made a point of buying my coffee every morning because I liked the way the clerk looked. I asked her to call 911.

“Sorry, the phone’s not public,” she said.

“Are you kidding?” I said.

She shook her head. “That’s the rule.”

“But a guy’s been knifed or something.”

She hesitated, then looked at her watch, a pink thing the size of a coaster. “My manager’s due here any minute now and he says you can’t let the phone thing get started or people’ll be asking to use it all the time.” She looked over my shoulder. “Could you move, please?”

I stepped over but stayed at the counter and an old black guy in a baseball cap moved up and gave her numbers for a lottery ticket.

“So you’re not going to call?” I said.

“No,” she said.

I went outside and picked up the receiver on the pay phone on the side of the building and put it to my ear even though I knew it was dead. I asked two people going into the store if they had cell phones—both shook their heads, though one had his in a holster on his belt. Then I ran back to the temp service because there wasn’t another payphone nearby and I didn’t know what else to do.

Purcell was there. He had his headlights directed onto the scene and he stood in their beams next to the injured man and the two Mexicans who were squatting over him. The shorter one, who I could now see was an older man, was crying.

“I can’t have this kind of helling going on here,” Purcell was saying.

“Mr. Purcell,” I said.

He jerked his head around and squinted into the headlights. “Hey, who’s there?” He recognized me. “So did you see what happened here?”

“No. I just tried to call an ambulance but I couldn’t find a phone.”

He waved like he was shooing a fly. “I checked him, he doesn’t need one. It’d be a waste of the taxpayers’ money. All he’s got is a little lard sliced off.” Then he put his hands on his hips and stared down at the man. He had on a white short sleeve shirt and a dark tie; I had never seen him in a coat, no matter the temperature. “Hey,” he said loudly and all three Mexicans looked up at him and he spoke to them in broken Spanish. The tall one holding my jacket answered.

According to Purcell’s translation: the two Mexicans who had stayed were from the same town in Mexico as the injured man, and the older one was his uncle or cousin or something. Two days ago the tall Mexican had heard that the injured man—who looked at least thirty—had gotten someone’s teenage daughter pregnant. The tall Mexican wasn’t sure who the girl was, but he’d heard there’d been a blow up with her father.

“I didn’t think there was anybody left who cared about that,” Purcell said. He took out a pack of Juicy Fruit and put a stick in his mouth. He stared down at the man, his face a brown study. I crossed my arms and hugged myself. I was freezing.

“This has implications,” Purcell said.

“We should probably call an ambulance,” I said.

“We might do that,” he said. “But we’ve got to move him off this property first.”

I didn’t say anything, but Purcell jerked his head around like I had.

“Just because this pussel-gut decides to tap some Mexican cheerleader, I should have to pay double and triple on my liability insurance? And as for the police,” he said, “what’d you think: Columbo’s gonna show up here at dawn?” He pulled a wallet-on-a-chain out of his back pocket and started speaking Spanish again. When he finished all three Mexicans nodded. The old one wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. Then Purcell took out two fifty-dollar bills and handed one to each of the two squatting men. They both spoke to the injured man, patted him on the shoulder, then stood up and left. Purcell bent over the injured man and slipped two bills into his pants pocket. He spoke to him and the man answered. Purcell replied, his voice angry. The man shook his head back and forth on the ground. Purcell started cursing in English. He turned to me, “Sack of shit says he can’t get up.”

“Huh,” I said.

Purcell gave the man a little kick in the hip and said something in Spanish. Then he grabbed the man’s arm and tried to haul him up. He didn’t budge. He was dead weight. Purcell dropped his arm. “All right,” he said, “you get his shoulders and I’ll get his legs,” and he stepped around the man to his feet. I didn’t move.

He waved. “Come on, let’s go.”

“That’s my coat there,” I pointed.

“Yeah? So?” he said.

“It’s ruined,” I said.

His expression deadened as he figured it out, which took about two seconds. He shook his head and cursed again. He took out his wallet and handed over a fifty.

“I need a hundred more,” I said.

If either of us had been smoking the whole block would’ve exploded. “Listen,” he said, “I wouldn’t be paying anybody anything if I could speak enough Spanish to make these tacos understand if they don’t do what I say I’ll tell the police whatever I want. But even though you’re a goddamn briar you understand me, don’t you?”

“The police might hassle me on your sayso,” I said, “but that’s about all they could do. And think about it. If I do end up talking to them, I’m such a briar I might let it slip how you run a straight cash business.”

He turned his back to me and started muttering. He stayed that way at least a half-minute. Then he turned back around holding out five twenties. His mouth was very tight.

Lifting the man was like picking up one end of a rowboat full of water, if you’ve ever done that. We carried him ten yards, rested, then went the last ten yards to the street. Purcell dropped the man’s feet and stayed bent over with his hands on his knees, huffing and puffing. He glanced up at me, then unhooked his key ring from his belt and tossed it and it hit the sidewalk right in front of me and I had to do a skip to keep it from hitting my feet. “Move my car up to the trailer,” he said.

I looked at the keys, then at him. “What?” I said.

“Do it, or I’ll tell the cops you robbed me.” He took his cell phone out of his back pocket.

“Why do you want me to do it?” I said.

“Just because I do,” he said.

“Forget you,” I said.

“All right,” he said and punched a button on the phone, and that’s when I thought of the seven hundred dollars in my socks and how great it would look on a guy without a coat.

The car was a Cadillac in name only. The last time it looked good Eddie Murphy was funny. I slid under the wheel, but didn’t close the door so the rooflight would stay on and I could find things. The seat was too far up for me to fit my feet to the pedals, so I reached down to find the lever and my hand hit a bottle under the seat. It was a half-pint of Jack Daniels and all that was empty was the neck. I unscrewed the cap, bent over like I’d dropped the keys and took a drink, then sat up again. The glove box was missing its door, a cigar with an inch of dead ash was in the ashtray, a single porno playing card was in the passenger seat, a woman who looked like she was waiting for surgery to begin. I turned the card over: seven of clubs. I bent over and took another drink. I was thinking of the last time I saw my father—one of these old boats always did that.

I discovered the seat wouldn’t move, so I managed to get situated with my legs splayed out on either side of the steering wheel. I shut the door, then pulled the car up in front of the trailer and cut the engine and the lights. I stuck the half-pint down the front of my pants. Then I looked in the rearview mirror: Purcell was still at the curb, under a streetlight, standing over the injured man talking and gesturing. It looked like he was haranguing a corpse.

I leaned over to get at my pants pocket and took out the hundred and fifty and put it on the dash behind the steering wheel. I just couldn’t abide the idea of having to think of Purcell everytime I played the Gibson. I would’ve rather seen it in the hands of Campfire Girls.

The pawn shop opened a half-hour before the liquor stores. I’d been waiting in a coffee shop across the street. I had the Gibson’s empty calfskin case and a Epiphone in its case. I was going to pawn the Epi which would give me the last fifty I needed to get the Gibson back, plus another sixty or seventy. That much would get me to Shreveport, and I figured I knew enough people in Dallas I could find someone who’d drive out and get me.

I went in the pawn shop, the bell ringing over my head, and right away I noticed the Gibson wasn’t on its stand in the line of guitars that sat on a high shelf in the back. Holding the two cases I suddenly felt like an idiot in a Norman Rockwell painting. The empty one felt light enough to throw through the display window.

The owner was still wearing his pea coat and was at the back of the long shotgun room behind a line of jewelry cases to my left. He came up front.

“It’s gone,” he said. “Girl bought it last night not long after you came in.”

I set down the guitar cases.

“She paid cash so I don’t know who she was,” he said.

I asked him what she looked like.

“I wouldn’t kick her out of bed for eating crackers,” he said.

I kept looking at him. I couldn’t believe he had said that. Then he gave a police blotter description of the girl—young, long brown hair, skinny, pale, wearing jeans and a green jacket, said he wouldn’t call her pretty exactly. I asked him, if she came back in, to give her my name and the place where I roomed and to tell her I’d pay to get the Gibson back. I said I’d pay him, too, for doing that.

“Once I tell her, you got no reason to pay me,” he said.

“That’s true,” I said.

“A twenty ought to take care of it,” he said.

I felt so beat I didn’t argue. I squatted down and lifted my pants leg to get at my sock. The bell rang and a guy in a dirty overcoat and came in and set down a kit bag and started pulling out barber tools. I stood up and the owner took my twenty. I picked up my guitar cases and left.

Walking down the street, freezing, I realized I could take the money I had and buy a coat and a bus ticket and be back in Dallas by midnight or I could stay in Cincinnati and buy a coat and try to find the Gibson. I thought about it three seconds and decided to stay.

I can play guitar pretty well. And I’ve spent twenty years worth of afternoons in libraries killing time before gigs so I know the difference between Augustine of Hippo and all the other Augustines and I know that even if we do come up with a unified field theory it isn’t going to change a damn thing. But other than that, I wouldn’t take my own advice about anything.

篇7：A good idea

1. greeting.

let’s review the words we have learned. please look at the picturesand say the words.

2. t: what can yousee?

how many fuwas can yousee?

what are theirnames?

3. t: this is beibei. i likebeibei.（板书like，l-i-k-e，like）

do you likebeibei? 引导学生回答：yes, i do./no, idon’t.

t: please ask and answer one by one.

4. t: beibei and the otherfuwas are good at sports. please look, beibei likesswimming.

点击beijing图案，回到主页

t: well, beibei likes swimming. let’s ask jingjing, does he likeswimming? （点击晶晶）

students ask: jingjing, do you like swimming?

点击晶晶回答：no, i don’t.

t: what do you like?（出示问题及答句）

5. 点击beijing图案，回到主页

t: now, we know beibei likesswimming, jingjing likes skiing. how about huanhuan, yingying andnini?（点击迎迎，出现3个福娃）

s: , what do you like? 点击福娃：huanhuan: i likeskating.

yingying: i like running.

nini: i like rowing.

6. let’s have a rest. pleasesay a chant.

7.t:（叫一学生）do you likeswimming?

s: yes, i do.

t: let’s go swimming.

s: …

转换角色，叫一学生问老师。

s: do you like …?

t: yes, i do.

s: let’s go …

t: that’s a good idea. 点击揭示课题，跟读课题。

8. please open your books.turn to unit 11 part a. let’s listen to the tape, then find outwhat does david like?

david likesswimmingandskating.

9. read after the teacher.read by yourselves. read in roles.

10. t: well please close yourbooks. let’s have a story time about mimi and bobby. please watchcarefully and find out what do bobby and mimilike?

11. t: well, let’s play a gamenow. this is the sports club. let’s work in group four. who wouldlike to give an example with me?

根据学生回答，将相应图片给这位同学。

篇8：be good at造句

be good at造句

1、A good listener must be good at asking questions.一个好的聆听者应该善于问问题.

2、Be good at harmonize social relationship between all departments, strong ability in communication.擅长协调部分之间人际关系,具有很强的沟通能力.

3、I expect to study in the US one day. Before that day coming, I must be good at English.我期望有天能到美国念书在那天到来之前我必须先将我的英文学好!

4、You could study astronomy, or space engineering, and be good at it.你可以学习天文学,或是空间工程学,可以学的很棒.

5、Wow, what a perfect girl! She must be good at flattering your GM.哇哦,好一个完美的.女人啊.她一定很会拍你老板的马屁了.

6、He is good at playing piano. 他很擅长弹钢琴。

7、What are you good at? 你擅长什么？

8、My father is good at repair 我爸爸善于维修。

9、Tony is good at singing English songs.托尼擅长唱英文歌

10、Im good at math 我善于解答数学题

11、The soldier was good at playing fife.这名士兵善于吹笛子.

12、I was good at singing when I was in primary.我上小学的时候擅长唱歌。

13、I am good at freestyle and breast stroke.我擅长自由泳和蛙泳.

14、He is good at playing tennis.他擅于打网球.

15、He is good at playing football.他擅长踢足球。

16、They were good at playing football when they were young.他们年轻的时候擅长踢足球...

17、You had to be good at something , like sport, or reading the news, or acting .你除非有擅长的东西,像是善于运动或者阅读新闻或者会演戏.

18、I am good at swimming 我擅长于游泳

19、Be good at English, both oral and written.良好的英语书写与表达能力.

20、You cannot possibly be good at everything, and your weakest areas are going to shine through, not your strongest.你不可能对所有东西都了若指掌,暴露的最明显的是你的弱点而不是你的强项.

21、He is good at talking to foreigners 他善于跟外国人交谈。

22、Im good at Chinese. 我擅长中文

23、I am good at playing football.我擅长踢足球。

24、System should be subordinated to, but be good at innovation, daring to explore even more valuable.制度虽然要服从,但善于创新,大胆探索更加难能可贵.

25、Mao proved to be good at fighting but poor at governing.事实说明毛泽东擅长指挥战斗,却无力管理国家.

篇9：A good idea

A good idea

一、教学准备与分析

1、教学内容：小学牛津英语教材3B Unit11 A good idea

2、教学目标：

语言知识目标：认识八种运动项目。

语言技能目标：掌握询问运动方式的方法“What do you like?” 并能根据实际情况作出邀请 “Let’s go … .” “That’s a good idea.”

情感态度目标：通过学习使学生树立合作、互助的观念，培养学生热爱祖国的思想感情，积极参加体育锻炼的生活观念。

3、教学重点：

a、在交流活动的过程中掌握并运用句型：What do you like ?

Let’”sgo… .

That’s a good idea.

b询问对方的'喜好，并就此话题自由交谈。

4、教学难点：听懂会说常见的八种运动项目。

5、任务设计：做调查，完成统计表。

6、课前准备：

教师准备：教学课件、调查表、统计表、扫描的图片、单词卡片。

学生准备：熟悉常见的运动方式

二、教学过程

Step1 Sing a song

T:Let’sing a English song:”HELLO ,HOW ARE YOU”

(采用歌曲教学热身，以缓解学生的紧张情绪，建立轻松、和谐、民主的课堂氛围，为进一步学习奠定良好的基础。)

Step2 Free talk

1、Nice to meet you..

2、How are you?

3、this is my … .

4、Do you like…?

Let’s go … .

（简单的问候，增进了解，增加亲和力，帮助学生适应英语语感，使学生很自然地进入英语学习状态。）

Step3 Presentation:

1、skiing skating rowing climbing jogging running fishing swimming

Demonstrate

a、Use the computer to demonstrate: skiing skating rowing climbing jogging running fishing swimming. Stick the pictures on the blackboard . Devide the class into eight groups named after the new words.

（培养参与意识，增加练习机会，提高学习兴趣）

Point to word cards as the teacher and the class say them together. Correct the students’pronounciation.

b、The teacher give the order， the students do the actions

c 、Ask the students to stick the word cards on the blackboard under the pictures

（在词语和相应事物之间建立联想）

d、Show the pictures of the world champions ,such as Yangyang ,Wang Junxia, Han qiaobo and so on.，especially China mount team .

（展示中国体育健儿增强民族自豪感，激发爱国热情，并产生对体育运动的浓厚兴趣。）

Drill:

A match:

Devide the class into two teams.The volunteers from each team should go to the front to speak. The screen shows some confusing pictures in four seconds. If the player speaks rightly and fast ,the team can get one point.

（适时的比赛，不仅巩固复习了本课的重难点，师生互评，体现自主。）

2、That’s a good idea.

What do you like?

Domonstrate:

a、Use the computer to demonstrate the dialogue.

（展示课本内容，展示系列动画，声像结合，生动有趣，学生带着浓厚的兴趣视听，既活跃课堂气氛，又练习听力。）

b、Chant Listen to the tape and look at the screen .Say the chant after the teacher

Do you like swimming? Do you like swimming?

No, I don’t. No , I don’t

What do you like? What do you like?

I like skating. I like skating.

Let’s go skating. Let’s go skating .