⑴ 英語閱讀理解題
聖誕樹的故事
A beautifully decorated evergreen tree, with colored lights ablaze inspires in many warm memories of Christmases long past. The Christmas tree has become one of the most beloved and well know holiday symbols.
The tradition of a holiday tree has been around since ancient times and has played an important part in winter celebrations for many centuries. Many pagan festivals used trees when honoring their gods and spirits. In Northern Europe the Vikings considered the evergreen a symbol and reminder that the darkness and cold of winter would end and the green of spring would return. The Druids of ancient England and France decorated oak trees with fruit and candles to honor their gods of harvests. At the festival Saturnalia the Romans decorated trees with trinkets and candles.
There have also been many legends surrounding the lore of the Christmas tree. In one story Saint Boniface, an English monk, came upon a group of pagans who had gathered around an oak tree and were preparing to sacrifice a child. To stop the sacrifice and save the child, the Saint flattened the oak tree with one blow of his fist. A small fir sprang up in its place, which Saint Boniface told the pagans was the Tree of Life and represented the life of Christ.
Another legend tells of Martin Luther, the founder of the Protestant religion, walking through the woods late one night. As it was clear, many stars were shining through the branches of the trees giving the impression of twinkling lights. Luther was so inspired by the beauty of the sight that he cut down a small evergreen and brought it home. He recreated the stars by putting candles on the tree's branches.
The use of a Christmas tree indoors appears to have begun in Germany. German Christians would bring trees into their homes to decorate. In some areas evergreen trees were scarce so the families would build a Christmas pyramid, simple wooden structures which they decorated with branches and candles.
The tradition of the Christmas tree eventually spread through out Europe. The English Royalty help popularize the tree in England by decorating the first Christmas tree at Windsor Castle in 1841. Prince Albert, husband of Queen Victoria, decorated the first English Christmas Tree with candles, candies, fruits, and gingerbread.
When the German immigrants went to American they also brought along their Christmas trees. In the 1830's most Americans still considered the Christmas tree an oddity. One of the first public displays of a Christmas tree was set up by German Settlers in Pennsylvania. At the time many still considered the tree to be a symbol of pagans and it wasn't until the late 1800's that Americans began accepting the Christmas tree.
Early Christmas trees were often decorated with apples, nuts, cookies, colored popcorn and candles. The invention of electricity in the early 20th century and use of electrical Christmas lights helped spread the use of the Christmas tree.
It is now common in most communities through out the US to feature public displays of Christmas trees. Every year the President of the United States lights the National Christmas Tree in Washington and in New York skaters spin beneath the lighted tree of Rockefeller Center. Through Europe and the rest of the world the Christmas tree has also become readily accepted
⑵ 英語閱讀理解填詞 求助高手
1．trees 樹 2．without沒有抄 3．none什麼都沒有 4．started 產生開襲始5．piece 張6．drawings 圖畫 圖案7．same 一樣8.coloured 加上顏色9．interesting 有趣10．first第一
全文翻譯是
每年十二月，數以百萬計的聖誕卡片被寄出。卡片上有星星、雪花或者聖誕樹。在這些日子裡，很難想像聖誕節沒有聖誕卡。但在150年前聖誕節的確沒有聖誕卡。這里有一個關於聖誕卡起源的故事。
曾經，一些住在學校學習的男孩得在聖誕節的時候用英語寫一封信，並寄給他們的父母，讓父母知道男孩們在這一年中是如何學習的。
年輕人們喜歡在他們的信和詩時畫一些圖案，這些男孩們也一樣。他們在信的周圍畫上一些小圖畫，有時也會加上色彩。過了一段時間，圖畫比文字變得更有趣了，這也就產生了第一張聖誕卡。
⑶ 九年級英語人教版，第二單元sectionB的2b的文章翻譯全部，標題【the spirit of
聖誕節的意義
許多人會贊同（這個看法），每當我們想起聖誕節，極有可能想到的是禮物、聖誕樹和聖誕老人。但在所有這些事物的背後隱藏著聖誕節的真正含義———重要的是把愛和歡樂帶給周邊的人們，並和他們一同分享。《聖誕歡歌》這個故事可能就是最好的例子。
《聖誕歡歌》是查爾斯.狄更斯所寫的一部著名短篇小說，它講的是一個名叫斯科魯奇的老頭的故事。斯科魯奇從無笑容，他十分吝嗇，只想著自己。他對待其他人也不友善。他只關心自己能否賺到更多的錢財，而且他還討厭聖誕節。在一個聖誕前夜裡，他看到了已經逝去的生意夥伴雅克布.馬利的亡靈，馬利過去就向斯科魯奇一樣，所以他死後受到了懲罰。馬利告誡斯科魯奇，若是不想和他落得同樣的下場，就應該改變他的行事方式。他還告訴斯科魯奇要做好准備，夜間會有三個精靈光臨拜訪。
那天夜裡，三個聖誕精靈拜訪了斯科魯奇。首先，「聖誕過去之靈」將他帶回到他的童年時代，讓他回顧了自己兒時的快樂時光；接著，第二個精靈，「聖誕現在之靈」，領他去看這一年其他人如何歡度聖誕；最後一個精靈，「聖誕未來之靈」，領他進入未來，他看到自己死了，但人們毫不在意。斯科魯奇害怕至極，從睡夢驚醒，發現此時竟是第二天聖誕清晨！
他決心改變自己的人生，承諾去做一個善人。他高興地與自己的親戚一起慶祝聖誕，還把禮物送給需要的人們。現在的他對每一個人都充滿善意和溫暖，走到哪裡便把愛和歡樂帶到哪裡。這便是聖誕的真正含義！
⑷ 小學英語閱讀一百篇第43天聖誕老人在香港答案
1。ADCBCDBCDCBDCAA 二、 1. A speaking competition. 2. They are too expensive. 3. Because he hasn』t won
any prizes. 4. A writing competition. 5. By making it up.
三、1. Have you wonthe first prize 2. wanted to go toLondon 3. Yes, I have 4. That』s a pity 5. I will have atry
四、 1. can help you improve 2. She has never read it 3. I havealways wanted to go 4. Have youever entered 5. I will invite you to go
⑸ 幫我翻譯一篇英語閱讀
這不是聖誕節。但是在7月份大約有140多個聖誕老人聚集在丹麥哥本哈根北部的一個公園里。為什內么他們會在容這里呢？他們在這里是參加世界聖誕老人集會。
其中大都來自於斯堪的納維亞半島國家，還有一些來自遙遠的國家，諸如俄羅斯、日本和美國。所有的聖誕老人在三天的慶祝活動中都很忙。他們在列隊通過公園的一路上都要唱聖誕歌曲。聖誕老人從來也不會忘記孩子們的.他們到醫院看望了孩子並和他們度過了快樂的時光。他們也談了些我們正面臨的一些問題。一位荷蘭聖誕老人說：「我們之間要討論有關我們現在面臨的時間問題」。「比如，我們如何進入那些沒有煙囪的房子的人家裡。我們都不確定是否聖誕老人們能找到解決問題之道。但有見事可以確定：不管夏季與冬季，全世界的人們都會永遠愛他們。
⑹ 初中七年級下英語新閱讀的翻譯
what is plan意思是：計劃是什麼
of 意思是:什麼什麼的
the coming christmas意思是：即將到來的聖誕節
of the coming christmas修飾內plan 意思是：即將到來的聖誕節的計容劃
what is plan of the coming christmas意思就是：即將到來的聖誕節的計劃
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⑺ 英語閱讀理解內容講的是在聖誕前夜,聖誕老人為孩子送禮物的這個風俗習慣……
Many young children believe that the presents they receive at Christmas are given by Santa Claus, who is a jolly, white-bearded fat man in a red suit and red hat. According to the story, Santa Claus travels through the air from somewhere near the North Pole in a sled drawn by reindeer and comes down the chimney to leave the presents.Today, Santa Claus brings presents to children in many countries, including the United States, Canada, Great Britain and Australia.
Many department stores hire people to wear a Santa Claus costume and listen to children's requests.In Great Britain Santa Claus is also called Father Christmas.During the weeks before Christmas, children write letters to Father Christmas and tell him what presents they would like to receive.They then throw these letters into the fire.Children believe that if a draft draws the letter up through the chimney, their wishes will be fulfilled.採納哦
⑻ 求助一篇關於聖誕快樂的英文文章（適宜小學生閱讀的)
聖誕節的早晨
Christmas Day in the Morning
編輯: admin | 作者: Pearl S. Buck | 發布日期: 2002-12-20 10:32:00
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He woke suddenly and completely. It was four o'clock, the hour at which his father had always called him to get up and help with the milking. Strange how the habits of his youth clung to him still! Fifty years ago, and his father had been dead for thirty years, and yet he waked at four o'clock in the morning. He had trained himself to turn over and go to sleep, but this morning it was Christmas, he did not try to sleep.
Why did he feel so awake tonight? He slipped back in time, as he did so easily nowadays. He was fifteen years old and still on his father's farm. He loved his father. He had not known it until one day a few days before Christmas, when he had overheard what his father was saying to his mother.
"Mary, I hate to call Rob in the mornings. He's growing so fast and he needs his sleep. If you could see how he sleeps when I go in to wake him up! I wish I could manage alone."
"Well, you can't Adam." His mother's voice as brisk, "Besides, he isn't a child anymore. It's time he took his turn."
"Yes," his father said slowly. "But I sure do hate to wake him."
When he heard these words, something in him spoke: his father loved him! He had never thought of that before, taking for granted the tie of their blood. Neither his father nor his mother talked about loving their children--they had no time for such things. There was always so much to do on the farm.
Now that he knew his father loved him, there would be no loitering in the mornings and having to be called again. He got up after that, stumbling blindly in his sleep, and pulled on his clothes, his eyes shut, but he got up.
And then on the night before Christmas, that year when he was fifteen, he lay for a few minutes thinking about the next day. They were poor, and most of the excitement was in the turkey they had raised themselves and mince pies his mother made. His sisters sewed presents and his mother and father always bought something he needed, not only a warm jacket, maybe, but something more, such as a book. And he saved and bought them each something, too.
He wished, that Christmas when he was fifteen, he had a better present for his father. As usual he had gone to the ten-cent store and bought a tie. It had seemed nice enough until he lay thinking the night before Christmas. He looked out of his attic window, the stars were bright.
"Dad," he had once asked when he was a little boy, "What is a stable?"
"It's just a barn," his father had replied, "like ours."
Then Jesus had been born in a barn, and to a barn the shepherds had come...
The thought struck him like a silver dagger. Why should he not give his father a special gift too, out there in the barn? He could get up early, earlier than four o'clock, and he could creep into the barn and get all the milking done. He'd do it alone, milk and clean up, and then when his father went in to start the milking he'd see it all done. And he would know who had done it. He laughed to himself as he gazed at the stars. It was what he would do, and he mustn't sleep too sound.
He must have waked twenty times, scratching a match each time to look at his old watch-midnight, and half past one, and then two o'clock.
At a quarter to three he got up and put on his clothes. He crept downstairs, careful of the creaky boards, and let himself out. The cows looked at him, sleepy and surprised. It was early for them too.
He had never milked all alone before, but it seemed almost easy. He kept thinking about his father's surprise. His father would come in and get him, saying that he would get things started while Rob was getting dressed. He'd go to the barn, open the door, and then he'd go get the two big empty milk cans. But they wouldn't be waiting or empty, they'd be standing in the milk-house, filled.
"What the--," he could hear his father exclaiming.
He smiled and milked steadily, two strong streams rushing into the pail, frothing and fragrant.
The task went more easily than he had ever known it to go before. Milking for once was not a chore. It was something else, a gift to his father who loved him. He finished, the two milk cans were full, and he covered them and closed the milk-house door carefully, making sure of the latch.
Back in his room he had only a minute to pull off his clothes in the darkness and jump into bed, for he heard his father up. He put the covers over his head to silence his quick breathing. The door opened.
"Rob!" His father called. "We have to get up, son, even if it is Christmas."
"Aw-right," he said sleepily.
The door closed and he lay still, laughing to himself. In just a few minutes his father would know. His dancing heart was ready to jump from his body.
The minutes were endless--ten, fifteen, he did not know how many--and he heard his father's footsteps again. The door opened and he lay still.
"Rob!"
"Yes, Dad--"
His father was laughing, a queer sobbing sort of laugh.
"Thought you'd fool me, did you?" His father was standing by his bed, feeling for him, pulling away the cover.
"It's for Christmas, Dad!"
He found his father and clutched him in a great hug. He felt his father's arms go around him. It was dark and they could not see each other's faces.
"Son, I thank you. Nobody ever did a nicer thing--"
"Oh, Dad, I want you to know--I do want to be good!" The words broke from him of their own will. He did not know what to say. His heart was bursting with love.
He got up and pulled on his clothes again and they went down to the Christmas tree. Oh what a Christmas, and how his heart had nearly burst again with shyness and pride as his father told his mother and made the younger children listen about how he, Rob, had got up all by himself.
"The best Christmas gift I ever had, and I'll remember it, son every year on Christmas morning, so long as I live."
They had both remembered it, and now that his father was dead, he remembered it alone: that blessed Christmas dawn when, alone with the cows in the barn, he had made his first gift of true love.
This Christmas he wanted to write a card to his wife and tell her how much he loved her, it had been a long time since he had really told her, although he loved her in a very special way, much more than he ever had when they were young. He had been fortunate that she had loved him. Ah, that was the true joy of life, the ability to love. Love was still alive in him, it still was.
It occurred to him suddenly that it was alive because long ago it had been born in him when he knew his father loved him. That was it: Love alone could awaken love. And he could give the gift again and again. This morning, this blessed Christmas morning, he would give it to his beloved wife. He I could write it down in a letter for her to read and keep forever. He went to his desk and began his love letter to his wife: My dearest love...
Such a happy, happy, Christmas!