(
课件网) 必修一第三单元 Developing ideas 写一则有关家庭记忆的故事 What happened in this story There is a mom and her daughter who arelaughing in the picture.They are in thekitchen because there is a stove behind them.The picture mainly shows us a lovely storybetween the mom and her daughter. Read for more details Read the journal entry and answer the questions. 1.Is your prediction correct 2.What brought back the author's lovely memory 3.What happened in the author's memory 4.Why did the author say"love is a magical ingredient" 5.Do you think it is a lovely memory Why Read for more details 1.What brought back the author's lovely memory An old photo 2.What happened in the author's memory The author wanted to surprise her mother with home-made scrambledeggs on her mother's birthday.Unluckily,the eggs were burnt,but theyended up laughing about it and eating them all any way. 3.Why did the author say"love is a magical ingredient" The home-made scrambled eggs were burnt but her mom tasted themand said they weren't bad. 4.Do you think it is a lovely memory Why Yes,I think so,because it shows the love between the mother and her daughter.It's very heartwarming and touching. Appreciate the language 1.As I was looking at it,the lovely memory of that day.看到它，我想起了那一天的美好回忆。 2.I woke up really early and我醒得很早，踮着脚来到厨房。 3.But somehow they 但不知为何，它们最后烧焦了。 4.Ithrow everything away when my mother came in.我正要把所有的东西都扔掉，这时我妈妈进来了。 5.I guess love is indeed我想爱确实是一种神奇的成分。 Discussion Think about a special family memory of your own. 1.Describe one of your earliest childhood memories. How old were you What bits and pieces can you recall 2.Can you remember your mom's or grandmother's kitchen Make an outline Who was in the memory When did it happen Where did it take place What happened Why is it special or memorable Present and evaluate your work Is your story well-organised Are all the elements of a story include Are there any grammar,spelling,or punctuation mistakes What do you learn from the story A possible version I was tidying the warehouse and caught sight of a small bike lying quiet on the ground.As I was looking at it,the sweet memory about it crowded into my mind. Many years ago,it was a Sunday morning on my sixth birthday.My fatherbought me a new bike.I couldn't wait to get on it and learn how to ride,so Ibegged my father to teach me in the garden. After I sat on the new bike,my fatherhelped me put my two hands on the handle bars and my feet on the pedals.Then,he pushed the bike so that the pedal tarted to move. I was scared so I fell off thebike and hurt myself.But my father kept encouraging me to stand up,be brave andtry again.After my first try,I could cycle around the garden shortly. After that,Ipractise it often and gradually,I was able to ride the bike more skillfully. I kept riding the bike until it was too small for me.It is ... ...
