First Snow,Jonathan Nicholas,2nd para:,1st para:,3rd-4th paras:,He woke up.,The sense of snow woke him up.,Together, they went downstairs.,(4th para),Transition:,from home to street,5th para:,6th para:,7th para:,from street to neighborhood,lamplight,+,traffic light,(snowfall),Transition:,from midnight to dawn,flakes,light,8th 11th paras:,12th para:,(7th para: the new day ripple across the neighborhood),Detailed description of neighborhood,13th para:,conclusion,升华,(sublimation),Transition,from neighborhood to home,ense,ownstairs,ight,lakes,awn,eighborhood,onclusion,ublimation,The whole text is organized :,1. In _ order:,midnight,dawn,early morning,2. In _ order:,house,(from _ to _),(internal),street,(external),(from _ to _to _),house,(his feelings),(inner center) (heart),temporal,spatial,upstairs,downstairs,light,flakes,neighborhood,3. ？,9th paragraph:,Glimpsed through undraped windows as they darted from room to room, the slim figures of the children seemed to grow ever fatter until, finally, the kitchen door flew open and out burst three awesomely bundled objects that set instantly to rolling in the snow.,？,“The memory would stay, cold and hard, fresh in his thoughts, long after the snowman melted.”,13th paragraph:,cold and hard,？,metaphor,比喻,7th para:,Then, as he tiptoed from the bedroom, she lifted her head, opened her eyes and - daily dose of magic - smiled up at her dad.,Within an hour, a white tablecloth was spread upon the lawn.,3rd para:,When we talk about snow:,The flakes were falling _ and _ now, _ past the window, a _ of mystery. Occasionally, one would _ the glass, as if r_ to tumble to its fate. Then, slowly, s_ and s_ down the glass, it would_, its beauty fleeting. Gone.,thick,hard,pouring,waterfall,stick to,eluctant,lipping,liding,melt,6th paragraph:,Personification (拟人）,metaphor,The flakes were falling thick and hard now, pouring past the window, a waterfall of mystery.,alliteration,Fortune favors fool.,头韵,憨有憨福。,(6th para),A television flickered.,8th para:,A porch light came on.,A car door slammed.,Parallelism parallel phrases (排比）,rhythmical beauty,11th para:,They rolled in it, they tasted it, they packed it and tossed it at one another.,Words we have learned:,When we look at sth:,But as he _ from beneath the covers, his _ was drawn not to the cradle but to the window. (1st),peeked,gaze,When we talk about babies:,His gaze was drawn not to _ but to the window.(1st),the cradle,2) Reaching down, he gently lifted the warm _ to his shoulder.(3rd),bundle,(1-3) paragraphs:,(end rhyme),When we talk about light:,The light from the street lamp on the corner _ down through the birch trees, _ a glow as green as a summer memory upon the winter-brown back yard. From the distance _ the endless echo of the stoplight,_ its ruby message, _ like a dawn that would not come.,filtered,casting,flashing,teasing,5th para:,came,When we talk about light:,2) Gray streaks of dawn _ along the black seam of the distant hills.,3) A television _ .,flickered,(7-8) paragraphs:,The candle flickered in the wind.,A dazzling streak lit up the sky.,(lightening),unraveled,When we talk about walking silently and gently:,It was then that he realized what had _ through the shield of his slumbers.(2nd),sneaked,2) Quietly, so as not to disturb the childs mother, he rose from the bed and _ toward the cradle.(3rd),inched,3) Then, as he _ from the bedroom, she lifted her head.(3rd),tiptoed,2nd-3rd para:,12th paragraph:, the neighborhood was fully awake. A car whined (哀号） in protest, but skidded （打滑）staunchly out of its driveway. Buses ground (吱嘎地摩擦） forward like Marines, determined to take the hill. And all the while, the baby sat secure and warm in his arms.,Personification (拟人）,6th para:,Occasionally, one would stick to the glass, as if reluctant to tumble to its fate.,5th para:,From the distance came the endless echo of the stoplight, flashing its ruby message, teasing like a dawn that would not come.,How beautiful it was, falling so silently all day long, all night long, on the mountains, on the meadows, on the roofs of the living, on the graves of the dead!,Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,First Snow,by Gilean Douglas,One evening I look out the window of my secluded cabin, and there are soft languid flakes falling in the golden lamplight. They fall all night, while the voice of the Teal River becomes more and more hushed and the noises of the forest die away. By dawn, the whole world of stream and wood and mountain has been kindled to a white flame of beauty.,