阅读故事英语作文【一】
这种题型的特点是：开放性强，要求针对文中所说明的某种现象或某个问题，提出合理的解决办法或应对措施。命题的形式通常有：
①应如何正确看待或防范“……”？请你略作分析。
②从上文对“……”的说明中，你能得到什么启示？
③针对文中所提到的“……”问题，请你提出几条合理的建议。
阅读故事英语作文【二】
先看题目后看文章。一般大多数人做阅读时都是先看文章再做题，这也是的最一般方法。这种方法的缺点是往往在做题目的时候由于印象不深需要重新看文章寻找答案。而先看问题，带着问题去看文章，那么看到与问题相关的语句就仔细看，无关的可以粗略的看，这样既准确的找到了问题的答案又节省了时间。
每段的首尾句要认真的看。阅读理解的题目中都会出现主旨题。例如：what is the main idea of the first paragraph?对于这类题目的答案一般都在段落的首句，有的时候也会出现在尾句中。所以一定要认真看首尾句。
运用猜测法。在做阅读理解题时，猜测也是一种能力。同样一篇文章，有些人简直不知道该如何下手，而另一些人能运用自己平时在生活中的积累，根据上下文进行逻辑推理，排除错误的选项，找出最有可能的选项。当然，这也是建立在一定的知识积累上的，所以平时要多注意知识的积累。
细节题用快速阅读法。有些细节题，比如which of the following sentence is nou true?对于这类题则快速跳阅文章，找到相关语句，仔细核对比较，直到找到正确答案。
最后要注意平时词汇的积累。词汇的积累是每一个学习者必须面临的巨大工程。记单词最好的方法是多读些自己感兴趣的英语原著，先去猜词的意思，实在猜不出的时候再查字典，这样对单词的印象就极为深刻，不容易忘记。这比拿着单词本背单词效果要好的多。
阅读故事英语作文【三】
“每个人心灵深处的信念，都存在着一种能量场，如果你从未怀疑过自己的学生或孩子会成为一个优秀的人，那么他会从你信念的能量场中接受到你的这一信息，并且又会把这一信息变成他的奋斗动力。”“一位女孩”，被国内教师评为“缺乏数学脑子”，却被美国老师赞为“具有数学特长”，能够“优雅且具有创造性地解决难题”;一个“厌学”的孩子变得出类拔萃，让美国教授对其能力和品质“以性命担保”。爱波斯坦，世界一流的脑外科权威专家之一，然而在读书时却有严重的学习障碍，他称“我曾是智障者”……《小学英语新课程课堂教学案例》所展示的是感人至深的教育故事。它为我开启的，是教育的奥秘，那就是在对学生的心灵进行了真正的解读后，爱的付出。
一、真爱学生，才会低着头，弯着腰，与学生进行心灵的交流，才能从每位学生身上找到金子般的闪光之处。长期以来的“精英教育”，致使很多学生因为评价制度的偏颇成为所谓的“差生”，而教育的最终目的在于最广泛的提高人的素质。现代教育理论也表明，人的智力决非是学习的能力。“一支铅笔有多少种用途？”——无数种，更何况是万物之灵的人！
二、真爱学生，不会将学生的“骄傲”看作甚于“毁灭其自尊和自信”的洪水猛兽，将不吝于对学生的赏识，对学生的优点和长处，始终抱着一颗心上和赞美之心;将小心地呵护孩子的梦，而不会做一个“偷走很多孩子的梦”的小偷，将用赏识为孩子提供梦想成真的自信和拼搏的激情。这份爱心，为学生未来的奋斗岁月里提供阳光的动力，会成为孩子“翅膀下的风”。
三、真爱学生，才懂得“漂亮的孩子人人喜爱，爱难看的`孩子才是真正的爱的道理”。素质教育的大旗上有一个大写的“人”字，要求教师们善待每一个生命，尤其是那些曾经遭受到伤害的孩子。《小学英语新课程课堂教学案例》为教师们种下了一个信念--每个人都是天才，没有教不好的学生，只有不会教的老师。
四、真爱学生，会清醒地承认学生的差异，会批评学生存在的不足和缺点，但是心中牢牢刻下的是“尊重”和“宽容”。于是，有了乐柏芬老师“小红花”的故事，有梁清颖的爱之画，有在评语上用上“安静”，而非“不积极”、“不活跃”等词，小心呵护着孩子自尊的指导老师，《小学英语新课程课堂教学案例》给每一位老师带来了启示，让学生如沐春风，在学生心底下留下最深的感动。
新课标对教师提出了新的要求，既有知识结构、教育方式等方面的更新，又有对教学目的和对学生评价方式的调整，其核心便是教育对“学生主体”的尊重，突出“以人为本”的理念，而《小学英语新课程课堂教学案例》--就是这本书，为教师们提供了与学生最直接、最深切、平等的心灵关照的机会。也许，有些教师还津津乐道于自己的“威严”，也许，某位教师刚刚进行完又一轮声色俱厉的批评轰炸，我想，他们会被这些言语震撼的。这里，有有优秀教师“师心深处”的体验，还有专家精当的评析。正是这些话语，会让每一位“诲人不倦者”不得不反省、深思和探索，因为这些都是来自真实心灵的呼唤声。
阅读故事英语作文【四】
：The Little Prince （小王子）Oh, little prince! Bit by bit I came to understand the secrets of your only entertainment in the quiet pleasure of looking at the sunset. I learned that new detail on the morning of the fourth day, when you said to me:
"I am very fond of sunsets. Come, let us go look at a sunset now."
"But we must wait," I said.
"Wait? For what?"
"For the sunset. We must wait until it is time."
At first you seemed to be very much surprised. And then you laughed to yourself. You said to me:
"I am always thinking that I am at home!"
Just so. Everybody knows that when it is noon in the United States the sun is setting over France.
If you could fly to France in one minute, you could go straight into the sunset, right from noon. Unfortunately, France is too far away for that. But on your tiny planet, my little price, all you need do is move your chair a few steps. You can see the day end and the twilight falling whenever you like…
"One day," you said to me, "I saw the sunset forty-four times!"
And a little later you added:
"You knowone loves the sunset, when one is so sad…"
"Were you so sad, then?" I asked, "on the day of the forty-four sunset?"
But the little prince made no reply.
On the fifth dayagain, as always, it was thanks to the sheepthe secret of the little princes life was revealed to me. Abruptly, without anything to lead up to it, and as if the question had been born of long and silent meditation on his problem, he demanded:
"A sheepif it eats little bushes, does it eat flowers, too?"
"A sheep," I answered, "eats anything it finds in its reach."
"Even flowers that have thorns?"
"Yes, even flowers that have thorns."
"Then the thornswhat use are they?"
I did not know. At that moment I was very busy trying to unscrew a bolt that had got stuck in my engine. I was very much worried, for it was becoming clear to me that the breakdown of my plane was extremely serious. And I had so little drinking-water left that I had to fear for the worst.
"The thornswhat use are they?"
The little prince never let go of a question, once he had asked it. As for me, I was upset over that bolt. And I answered with the first thing that came into my head:
"The thorns are of no use at all. Flowers have thorns just for spite."
"Oh!"
There was a moment of complete silence. Then the little prince flashed back at me, with a kind of resentfulness:
"I dont believe you! Flowers are weak creature. They are native. They reassure themselves at best they can. They believe that their thorns are terrible weapons…"
I did not answer. At that instant I was saying to myself: "If this bolt still wont turn, I am going to knock it out with the hammer." Again the little price disturbed my thoughts.
"And you actually believe that the flowers"
"Oh, no!" I cried. "No, no, no! I dont believe anything. I answered you the first thing that came into my head. Dont you seeI am very busy with matters of consequence!"
He stared at me, thunderstruck.
"Matters of consequence!"
He looked at me there, with my hammer in my hand, my fingers black with engine-grease, bending over an object which seemed to him extremely ugly…
"You talk just like the grown-ups!"
That made me a little ashamed. But he went on, relentlessly:
"You mix everything up together…You confuse everything…"
He was really very angry. He tossed his golden curls in the breeze.
The little prince was now white with rage.
"The flowers have been growing thorns for millions of years. For millions of years the sheep have been eating them just the same. And is it not a matter of consequence to try to understand why the flowers go to so much trouble to grow thorns which are never of any use to them? Is the warfare between the sheep and the flowers not important? And if I knowI, myselfone flower which is unique in the world, which grows nowhere but on my planet, but which one little sheep can destroy in a single bite some morning, without even noticing what he is doingOh! You think that is not important!"
His face turned from white to red as he continued:
"If some one loves a flower, of which just one single blossom grows in all the millions and millions of stars. He can say to himself, Somewhere, my flower is there… But if the sheep eats the flower, in one moment all his stars will be darkened…And you think that is not important!"
He could not say anything more. His words were choked by sobbing.
The night had fallen. I had let my tools drop from my hands. Of what moment now was my hammer, my bolt, or thirst, or death? On one star, one planet, my planet, the Earth, there was a little prince to be comforted, I took him in my arms and rocked him. I said to him:
"The flower that you love is not in danger. I will draw you a muzzle for your sheep. I will draw you a railing to put around your flower. I will"
I did not know what to say to him. I felt awkward and blundering. I did not know how I could reach him, where I could overtake him and go on hand in hand with him once more.
It is such a secret place, the land of tears.
经典：The Little Prince 小王子
啊！我的小王子……就这样，一点一滴地，我逐渐懂得了你那忧郁的小生命。长久以来，你惟一的乐趣只是欣赏落日。这是我在第四天早晨知道的，当你说出：
“我喜欢看夕阳。我们一起去看太阳下山吧……”
“可以，我们必须要等……”
“等什么？”
“等太阳落山哪！”
起初，你看起来好象很惊讶，然后，又自我解嘲地说：
“我总以为自己还在家里。”
确实，大家都知道，美国的正午时分，正是法国夕阳落下的时候。如果能在一分钟内赶到法国，你就可以看到落日了，可惜法国太远了。但是，在你的小行星上，只要把椅子向后挪几步，就可以随时随地地看到落日的余辉了。
“有一天，我看了43次落日！”
过了一会儿，你又说：
“你知道当你感到悲伤的时候，就会喜欢看落日……”
“你那时很悲伤吗？就是你看了43次落日的那天？”
小王子没有回答。
第五天，我发现小王子身世的另一个秘密再次感谢那只羊。好象默默地思索了很长时间以后，得出了什么结果一样，他突然没头没脑地问我：
“羊会吃花吗？就像吃灌木丛一样？”
“它碰到什么吃什么。”
“连有刺的花都吃吗？”
“有刺的花也吃。”
“那刺还有什么用呢？”
我不知道该怎么回答。那时候，我正忙着将一个卡在引擎上的螺丝拆下来。我发现，飞机损坏的情形很严重，而且，更让我担心的是饮用水已经所剩不多了。
“那刺还有什么作用呢？”
小王子一旦提出了问题，就绝不放弃，而我正为了螺丝生气，于是不假思索地回答他
“那些刺儿毫无用处，花儿长刺只能害人！”
“噢！”
沉默了一会儿，他悻悻地说：“我不信你说的话！花儿弱不禁风，花儿天真无邪，她们自顾不暇呢。她们身上长了刺，是为了给自己壮胆，为了保护自己……”
我没有答话，当时我在想：“如果螺丝还不松动的话，我就一锤子敲碎它。”
小王子的话再次打断了我的思路：
“你真的认为花儿……”
“算了吧，算了吧！我什么也不认为！我是随便说说。你没看到我正在忙着要紧的事吗？”
他瞪着我，愣住了。
“要紧的事！？”
他看着我，蹲在那个在他眼中看来丑得要命的东西前面，手握着锤子，手指上沾满了油圬……
“你跟那些大人没什么两样！”
听了这话，我觉得有点惭愧。然而，他又毫不留情地说：
“你什么都分不清，你把什么都混在一起！”
他生气地摇晃着脑袋，金黄色的头发随风飘动着。
小王子气得脸色发白。
“几百万年来，花儿生来就有刺，就像几百万年来羊都在吃花一样。难道了解花的身上为什么会有这些没用的刺不重要的吗？难道羊和花之间的战争不重要？如果我知道一朵花人世间惟一的花，只长在我的小行星上，别的地方都不存在，在一天早晨，被一只小羊糊里糊涂地毁掉了，难道这样的事也不重要吗？”
他脸色渐渐转红，然后又接着说：
“如果有人钟爱着一朵独一无二，盛开在浩瀚星海里的花，那么，当他抬头仰望繁星时，便会心满意足。他会告诉自己：‘我心爱的花在那里，在那遥远的星星上。’可以，如果羊把花吃掉了，那么，对他来说，所有的星光便会在刹那间暗淡无光！而你却认为这不重要！”
他突然泣不成声，无法再说下去了。
夜幕降临，黑暗翩然而至。我把手中的工具，锤子、螺丝以及饥饿和亡全抛在脑后，一切对我都已不再重要。在地球上，在我的行星上，有一位需要安慰的小王子。我将他抱在怀里，轻轻地摇着他，对他说：“你心爱的那朵花不会有危险的，我给你的小羊画一个口罩；我给你的花画个护栏……我……”
我不知道该对他说些什么，只觉得自己很笨拙，不懂得怎样抚慰打动他，不知道该如何才能再次回到与他心灵相通的地方。眼泪就是这么奇妙的东西。
