⑴ 英语阅读理解题
圣诞树的故事
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 英语阅读理解填词 求助高手
1．trees 树 2．without没有抄 3．none什么都没有 4．started 产生开袭始5．piece 张6．drawings 图画 图案7．same 一样8.coloured 加上颜色9．interesting 有趣10．first第一
全文翻译是
每年十二月，数以百万计的圣诞卡片被寄出。卡片上有星星、雪花或者圣诞树。在这些日子里，很难想象圣诞节没有圣诞卡。但在150年前圣诞节的确没有圣诞卡。这里有一个关于圣诞卡起源的故事。
曾经，一些住在学校学习的男孩得在圣诞节的时候用英语写一封信，并寄给他们的父母，让父母知道男孩们在这一年中是如何学习的。
年轻人们喜欢在他们的信和诗时画一些图案，这些男孩们也一样。他们在信的周围画上一些小图画，有时也会加上色彩。过了一段时间，图画比文字变得更有趣了，这也就产生了第一张圣诞卡。
⑶ 九年级英语人教版，第二单元sectionB的2b的文章翻译全部，标题【the spirit of
圣诞节的意义
许多人会赞同（这个看法），每当我们想起圣诞节，极有可能想到的是礼物、圣诞树和圣诞老人。但在所有这些事物的背后隐藏着圣诞节的真正含义———重要的是把爱和欢乐带给周边的人们，并和他们一同分享。《圣诞欢歌》这个故事可能就是最好的例子。
《圣诞欢歌》是查尔斯.狄更斯所写的一部著名短篇小说，它讲的是一个名叫斯科鲁奇的老头的故事。斯科鲁奇从无笑容，他十分吝啬，只想着自己。他对待其他人也不友善。他只关心自己能否赚到更多的钱财，而且他还讨厌圣诞节。在一个圣诞前夜里，他看到了已经逝去的生意伙伴雅克布.马利的亡灵，马利过去就向斯科鲁奇一样，所以他死后受到了惩罚。马利告诫斯科鲁奇，若是不想和他落得同样的下场，就应该改变他的行事方式。他还告诉斯科鲁奇要做好准备，夜间会有三个精灵光临拜访。
那天夜里，三个圣诞精灵拜访了斯科鲁奇。首先，“圣诞过去之灵”将他带回到他的童年时代，让他回顾了自己儿时的快乐时光；接着，第二个精灵，“圣诞现在之灵”，领他去看这一年其他人如何欢度圣诞；最后一个精灵，“圣诞未来之灵”，领他进入未来，他看到自己死了，但人们毫不在意。斯科鲁奇害怕至极，从睡梦惊醒，发现此时竟是第二天圣诞清晨！
他决心改变自己的人生，承诺去做一个善人。他高兴地与自己的亲戚一起庆祝圣诞，还把礼物送给需要的人们。现在的他对每一个人都充满善意和温暖，走到哪里便把爱和欢乐带到哪里。这便是圣诞的真正含义！
⑷ 小学英语阅读一百篇第43天圣诞老人在香港答案
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 帮我翻译一篇英语阅读
这不是圣诞节。但是在7月份大约有140多个圣诞老人聚集在丹麦哥本哈根北部的一个公园里。为什内么他们会在容这里呢？他们在这里是参加世界圣诞老人集会。
其中大都来自于斯堪的纳维亚半岛国家，还有一些来自遥远的国家，诸如俄罗斯、日本和美国。所有的圣诞老人在三天的庆祝活动中都很忙。他们在列队通过公园的一路上都要唱圣诞歌曲。圣诞老人从来也不会忘记孩子们的.他们到医院看望了孩子并和他们度过了快乐的时光。他们也谈了些我们正面临的一些问题。一位荷兰圣诞老人说：“我们之间要讨论有关我们现在面临的时间问题”。“比如，我们如何进入那些没有烟囱的房子的人家里。我们都不确定是否圣诞老人们能找到解决问题之道。但有见事可以确定：不管夏季与冬季，全世界的人们都会永远爱他们。
⑹ 初中七年级下英语新阅读的翻译
what is plan意思是：计划是什么
of 意思是:什么什么的
the coming christmas意思是：即将到来的圣诞节
of the coming christmas修饰内plan 意思是：即将到来的圣诞节的计容划
what is plan of the coming christmas意思就是：即将到来的圣诞节的计划
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⑺ 英语阅读理解内容讲的是在圣诞前夜,圣诞老人为孩子送礼物的这个风俗习惯……
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.采纳哦
⑻ 求助一篇关于圣诞快乐的英文文章（适宜小学生阅读的)
圣诞节的早晨
Christmas Day in the Morning
编辑: admin | 作者: Pearl S. Buck | 发布日期: 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!