презентация к конкурсу чтецов
презентация к уроку по английскому языку (5 класс) по теме
Внеклассная работа по иностранным языкам необходима для развития и поддержания интереса к изучению иностранных языков, для развития творческих способностей учащихся. Неделя иностранных языков, которая ежегодно проводится в нашей школе, даёт ребятам возможность на практике применить свои знания, независимо от их уровня, и поэтому поверить в свои силы в изучении иностранного языка. <?xml:namespace prefix = o /??>
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I am Little Red Riding Hood
STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING by Robert Frost Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.
Bunny Once a little scatter-brain Left poor Bunny in the rain. What could little Bunny do? He got wet just through and through. Once a little scatter-brain Left poor Bunny in the rain. What could little Bunny do? He got wet just through and through.
The Arrow and the Song by Henry Longfellow I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song? Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke ; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.
My Love (Tasha Shores) My love is like an ocean It goes down so deep My love is like a rose Whose beauty you want to keep. My love is like a river That will never end My love is like a dove With a beautiful message to send. My love is like a song That goes on and on forever My love is like a prisoner It's you that I surrender.
Trees ( by Joyce Kilmer) Боюсь стихов мне не видать Таких, что дереву под стать. Чьи корни сок себе нашли В глубинной сущности земли. Что денно ищет Божий лик, Читая листики молитв. В чьей летней кроне есть гнездо Малиновок или дроздов. Чей ствол, что снегом заметен, Очнется с проливным дождем. Стих сочинить всегда я мог, Но дерево - тут нужен Бог.
П р е к р а с н о !