小一Alois的英语学习之旅

我的安琪儿

我也反思，我们家的每天8:30前就睡觉了，好像中文也看了，英文也看了，琴也练了，口算也做了，数学也开始加入时间了。那究竟是什么东西没有弄呢！
反思后我明白了，学校的东西一点没有弄

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最短视的目标就是进入国外好大学。
理科能力强的孩子，跳级也许会有好处。但文科的情况则不一样。
虫子的道路肯定是走文科的。
文科方面美国强调的是批判性思维，而批判性思维的支撑是信息面。
课本上的东西是苍白的，要把眼光打开，更多地关注社会和这个世界。这些都是形成个性思维、自己观点的基础。
这些都是中国学生的弱项。也是中国教育的弱项。
我不想让跳级后的学习压力挤压了这些个人发展的空间。
关注社会、思考、英语、写作、演讲，这是以后学习的重点。

还有这个：第一、读书——最具象、最容易、最持久、最个人化的学习方式
第二、思考——乐在其中
第三、锻炼——体育运动是游戏，健康而有趣。

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美国学者贾尼丝•萨博把培养“聪明的孩子”还是培养“智慧的学生”概括为两种教育：
聪明的孩子     智慧的学生
1.能够知道答案   1.能够提出问题
2.带着兴趣去听   2.表达有力的观点
3.能理解别人的意思  3.能概括抽象的东西
4.能抓住要领  4.能演绎推理
5.完成作业  5.寻找课题
6.乐于接受  6.长于出击
7.吸收知识  7.运用知识
8.善于操作  8.善于发明
9.长于记忆  9.长于猜想
10.喜欢自己学习 10.善于反思、反省

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小学阶段，阅读理解的内容不外乎那么几个，友情（朋友的爱）、亲情（父母的爱）、无私奉献（对国家的爱、老师对学生的爱、对他人的爱）、勤奋、惜时、热爱劳动、热爱自然、环保几个大类，五、六年级会增加一些人生哲理类的、自然风光等的比较感性抽象的文章，基本答案是模式化的，每一类只要抓住主题，基本答案在文中都可以找到，选几个词往上套就行。

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亲子阅读一周年，Alois进步还是很大的。再次感谢hi5倡导了这次活动！感谢论坛各位朋友的帮助和建议！把Alois最近写的第一篇chater故事贴上来作为第一年的亲子阅读的结业作业。然后准备制定明年的学习计划。希望得到更多的建议！

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Chapter 1 The Farm
Mr. and Mrs. Hummer lived on a little farm. They were not poor but not very rich either. They had just enough money to survive as a normal family with normal shelter. There was a little shed beside the farm house. The farm house was gray, like normal farm houses, with a green painted roof. The barn was a red one, with a brown roof and a tall chimney. They didn’t have many things. The only animals they had were cows to give them milk and hens to give them eggs. They didn’t think other things were important in this farm, because they couldn’t afford them.
They have a son named Fredrick. He was a pretty naughty boy. He fumbled things all over the house: CDs, batteries, notebooks, and always got a spanking when Mr. or Mrs. Hummer found out. He even tried to squeeze himself into his pillow case upstairs.
There was nothing in the backyard of the house except the tall dead oak. There wasn’t much of a field beyond the backyard. There were small fields because they didn’t have enough money to buy lots of kinds of seeds. So all they had were grapes to harvest in the autumn, and watermelons to harvest in the summer.
Mr. Hummer had a very good job in this country. He polished shoes for everyone. His shoe-polishing is just as good as the things on their farm, which are always excellent. Mrs. Hummer was always pleased when he would sometimes bring home half a sack of bills.
Once, Mr. Hummer was in a shoe-polishing contest and he won the first prize trophy. Mrs. Hummer congratulated him by saying, “Well Done, John!” with a slap on his back. Then she made ice-cream to celebrate. Everyday, all kinds of people walked over and asked Mr. Hummer for their shoes to be polished. It wasn’t expensive for Mr. Hummer to polish your shoes. Mrs. Hummer had been a babysitter. She also babysat pretty well, except she was not good at keeping the baby out of mischief.
Sometimes at the end of the month, they would have enough money (half of the money from Mr. Hummer’s shoe-polishing and half of the money from Mrs. Hummer’s babysitting) to buy a new tractor. This money-making was pretty much astounding.
So the farmer, his wife, and their son were normal. The farm house was normal, the shed was normal, the barn was normal, the animals were normal, the harvests were normal, the backyard was normal, the field was normal, and the food they grew was normal. Everything on the farm was normal.

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Mr. and Mrs. Hummer were pushing a cart to sell their good harvest in the market grounds. “These chores are hard work,” said Mrs. Hummer. “Oh, it would be much better if we had something to pull it with, like a tractor. But a tractor costs too much money.” “Well, normal farms use a horse,” said Mr. Hummer panting for breath. “Do you think we ought to buy one? We could,” said Mr. Hummer. So it was all decided.
Next week, they went to the sale barn. They got to the section of horses. They looked around. There was a little white horse which neighed very loudly like a cockroach when they approached. “That horse is too noisy,” said Mr. Hummer. Then they came to a black horse which kicked up some straw and hit poor Fredrick right in the face. “That horse is too naughty,” said Mrs. Hummer. Then they came to a brown horse which nuzzled Fredrick and Mr. and Mrs. Hummer.
“That was pretty good,” said Mr. Hummer. “Yes!” Said Mrs. Hummer, “and he’s pretty strong and big. I expect he can tow 10 tons of things 100 miles without stopping for a drink of water.” So they took him to the shop manager and asked how much it would cost. “Oh, that would be 25 dollars,” said the shop manager, “and 5 dollars for his supplies. He likes children and he likes other animals too. You can feed him with oats. He likes to lie in clean straw. Be sure you change it once every two days.” So they paid 30 dollars and took the horse home.
It was a very much good horse. It wandered around, looking around at things in his new home and chewing at the green grass in the fields. “That horse is good at clearing weeds too,” said Mr. Hummer, fussing about with the oats ready for the horse. “Hmm, it looks like we will save lots of energy towing our goods to the market.” It only took them about 2 minutes to use the horse to tow their things. It would take them 5 minutes by hand.

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The farm was pretty good with a new horse. It was especially good, but there was one thing not very good at the farm. There was still a lot of loneliness. Fredrick came to complain to Mrs. Hummer, “Mom, I want a pet. Can I have just a little poodle?” And Mrs. Hummer complained to her husband that she didn’t have enough money to grant Frederick’s wish. But Mr. Hummer didn’t have much money either. But he did think they really needed a pet and Fredrick was right. So he called his family and asked if anyone could lend him some money.
The next day, when everyone in their family heard the news, Uncle Joe, (that was Fredrick’s favorite uncle and he was always friendly) came to pay a visit. “I heard you wanted a pet,” said Uncle Joe, “well I could certainly lend you some money. I’ve received too much money from my wife’s sewing, our little shop, the cow we sold and raised and our pig too. I am getting old and I have nothing to do with the money except to put it in the bank. So now I have finally found a good use for it.” Mr. Hummer was very thankful. Uncle Joe said good bye.
And next week they went to the pet store and bought a big, gray German shepherd with sharp teeth, a pointed snout, long sharp ears and a long tail. “This really looks like a healthy dog,” Mrs. Hummer said  “Yes.” said Mr. Hummer, “And I expected he will guard sheep and look after the house too. He only has to bark when strangers and robbers come near. I knew this kind of dog’s senses are stronger than any other.
So, every day Fredrick, Mr. Hummer, Mrs. Hummer, the cows, the chickens and the horse all had a very fine friend. It kept all three kinds of animals in shape, healthy and guarded. And they gave him the name Hunter because one day he gave them four dead mice he had hunted, for they had tried to steal the hen’s eggs.

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Two months after the sensible pet dog has been bought, Mrs. Hummer began getting fat. Finally she couldn’t keep up with the exercise or walks. She couldn’t be fast enough. “You are getting fat,” said Mr. Hummer. “I think I am,” said Mrs. Hummer. She sometimes forced herself to do exercise. But she didn’t get thinner. She simply kept getting fat. “It looks like there’s a reason for you getting so fat,” said Mr. Hummer, looking curiously at his wife’s enormous stomach, which was an astonishing sight for anyone to see. “Oh, yes!” said Fredric. “I just thought of one. We ought to have a baby—a baby brother or baby sister. I always wanted to have a baby brother or sister. Three cheers! Hip, hip, hurray! Hip, hip, hurray. Hip, hip, hurray!” “Quiet, Fredric,” said his father. “We’ll have to see about this.” So they went to the doctor’s office, and Mrs. Hummer lay on the examination table. After seeing a few images on the computer, the doctor, Dr. Greens said, ”It’s alright. She is going to have a baby. Your son is kind of smart.”
After two weeks, the baby was born in a hospital with white-tiled roof and red walls. The baby smiled and said, “wah, wah,” when he saw Fredric and Mr. Hummer. He couldn’t see Mrs. Hummer because she was also on the bed and he was looking up. Fredric tickled him under the chin. “Wah, wah, wah,” said the baby and suddenly cried out loudly. Then Dr. Greens shoved a bottle into his mouth. “It’s alright,” she said, “to go home now. You mother will soon be conscious again.”
So the baby was born and they all had even better company. And sometimes the baby even rode right on the top of sensible pet dog, for he was very strong and healthy and ran very fast. By the age of three, he could speak all the words he knew and all the sentences. He knew how to say “hello” and “how are you” and “I am fine” or “I am not fine”: all the greetings and most important phrases in English. From the time the baby arrived, they were all in good company.

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One day when Mrs. Hummer was home from work, she said to her husband, “Oh, well. I think a farm is not very good, and I think I know the reason for that.” “What?” Said Mr. Hummer, who was busy working away in his shed, fixing the tractor, in which the engine had broken down. “I don’t think we have that beautiful and lovely golden kind of corn when Autumn comes.” said Mrs. Hummer. You have to know half of the world’s corn is grown in America. You know everyone was sensible enough to have corn in the best farms. “Well I think everyone should be envious of our farm,” said Mr. Hummer. “Well a farm is something anyone should be proud of,” said Mrs. Hummer. But that’s just the thing. It is my dream to keep just a little patch of corn. And I’ll have it, John Hummer. I am afraid that you’ll have to take that thought out of my mind before evening and before supper. Or I will keep thinking about it and I won’t be able to fall sleep. And I don’t want to be bothered by your loud snoring, because I always fall asleep before you do, because I’m busier than you every day. You can snore down anything—maybe even a skyscraper—or maybe a group of skyscrapers. And we’d better get some corn seed now.” “Today may be the best time,” said Mr. Hummer. The best time to change the thing in your mind. So tomorrow came. And still Mrs. Hummer complained about it.
This day was Saturday. Mrs. Hummer did not have anyone to babysit, so she came along with Mr. Hummer to his shoe polishing on the streets and she complained about corn all day long. When it was time for bed at 9 o’clock, Mr. Hummer couldn’t stand it anymore. He was fed up with hearing Mr. Hummer saying “Oh look at those wonderful corn fields we don’t have. I just think we ought to have a patch of corn, even if it’s a little one. It will be my dream for 365 years. The next day, Mr. Hummer took his wife firmly by the hand and said, “Don’t keep complaining about the corn. I won’t hear it any more. I am going to buy the seeds today,” and he dragged her off into his little truck and off they all went, with Frederick in the backseat with a blanket pulled over him, still sleeping. He slept all the way because he always got up at 8 o’clock, because he was a lazy boy as well as a naughty one. And Mr. and Mrs. Homer always got up at 6:30. So they bought 2 packs of corn seeds and threw them about all into the mud. Frederick grabbed one or two handfuls of corn seed and flung them into the air and said, “Corn seeds surprise! Good day! Lovely patch of yellow in the Autumn!” Mr. Hummer rolled his eyes. “If you keep on shouting,” he said, “I will send you to bed without any supper tonight. You are only allowed to have a cup of water beside you and nothing else.” Frederick stopped immediately. So after a day of hard work of watering, shooing away worms, rabbits, birds and stuff, the seeds began to grow and grow. Then one day, green stems and leaves popped out everywhere. By the time autumn came, they were flooded with the sight of yellow and golden corn, just like the autumn leaves falling from the trees.  “Ha, that’s the site I like,” said Mrs. Hummer. “And don’t forget you are the one who is not to be proud. It is me who thought of that idea.” “Oh yes, Captain,” said Mr. Hummer. I should never be the one to be proud of. I will put it in the newspaper.