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19Children s Numerical Skills19 childrenrsquo;s numerical skillspeople appear to born to compute. The numerical skills of children develop so early and so inexorably that it is easy to imagine an internal clock of mathematical maturity guiding their growth. Not long after learning to walk and talk, they can set the table with impress accuracy---one knife, one spoon, one k, each of the five chairs. Soon they are capable of nothing that they have placed five knives, spoons and ks on the table and, a bit later, that this amounts to fifteen pieces of silverware. Having thus mastered addition, they move on to subtraction. It seems almost reasonable to expect that if a child were secluded on a desert island at birth and retrieved seven years later, he or she could enter a second enter a second-grade mathematics class without any serious problems of intellectual adjustment.Of course, the truth is not so simple. This century, the work of cognitive psychologists has illuminated the subtle ms of daily learning on which intellectual progress depends. Children were observed as they slowly grasped-----or, as the case might be, bumped into-----concepts that adults take quantity is unchanged as water pours from a short glass into a tall thin one. Psychologists have since demonstrated that young children, asked to count the pencils in a pile, ily report the number of blue or red pencils, but must be coaxed into finding the total. Such studies have suggested that the rudiments of mathematics are mastered gradually, and with eft. They have also suggested that the very concept of abstract numbers------the idea of a oneness,a twoness, a threeness that applies to any class of objects and is a prerequisite doing anything more mathematically demanding than setting a table-----is itself far from innate19儿童的数学能力人似乎生来就会计算孩子们使用数字的技能发展得如此之早和如此必然,很容易让人想象有一个内在的精确而成熟的数字钟在指导他们的成长孩子们在学会走路和说话后不久,就能以令人惊叹的准确布置桌子--五把椅子前面分别摆上一把刀、一个汤匙、一把叉子很快地,他们就能知道他们已在桌面上摆放了五把刀、五个汤匙、五把叉子没有多久,他们就又能知道这些东西加起来总共是把银餐具如此这般地掌握了加法之后,他们又转向减法有一种设想几乎顺理成章,那就是,即使一个孩子一出生就被隔绝到荒岛上,七年后返回世间,也能直接上小学二年级的数学课,而不会碰到任何智力调整方面的大麻烦当然,事实并没有这么简单本世纪认知心理学家的工作已经揭示了智力发展所依赖的日常学习的微妙形式他们观察到孩子们缓慢掌握那些成年人认为理所当然的概念的过程,或者是孩子们偶然遇到这些概念的过程他们也观察到孩子们拒绝承认某些常识的情况比如:孩子们拒绝承认当水从短而粗的瓶中倒入细而长的瓶子中时,水的数量没有变化心理学家们而后又展示一个例子,即:让孩子们数一堆铅笔时,他们能顺利地报出蓝铅笔或红铅笔的数目,但却需诱导才能报出总的数目此类研究表明:数学基础是经过逐渐努力后掌握的他们还表示抽象的数字概念,如可表示任何一类物品并且是在做比摆桌子有更高数学要求的任何事时都必备的一、二、三意识,远远不是天生就具备的 5

简单的话,不简单的英文翻译版 -01-7 ::55 来源: 下雨天了怎么办 Were it to me how to handle the occasion being immersing in rainy days? -我好想你 Overwhelmingly extreme yearning do I pour upon you. -不敢打给你 Barely courageous off tinkling you. -我找不到原因 Unprovoked scenario tortures me so. -什么失眠的声音 What crunchs me so extravagantly snaps me off from dreamland? -变得好熟悉 While it somewhat abruptly evolves to acquaintance. -沉默的场景 Ambience with serenity, -做你的代替 Deputy as your existence, -陪我听雨滴 Audition of plummeting drip-drops. -------------------------------------期待让人越来越沉迷 Being so intensively fascinating does perspection sound, -谁和我一样 Someone of no whereabouts imprints as counterpart of mine, -等不到他的谁 Someone with no whereabouts could he burrow out front. -爱上你我总在学会 precipice of affection did I welter down into yet be nurtured to acquire -寂寞的滋味 Relish of isolation. -一个人撑伞 Umbrella-Erection in solitude, -一个人擦泪 Weeping-wiping in insulation, -一个人好累 Weariness in seculation. ----------------怎样的雨怎样的夜 To what extent are supposed to be downpours,darks -怎样的我能让你更想念 plus which kind of me that would ingrain you into haunting recollections? -雨要多大天要多黑 Under however deterioriated rain or opaque celestial realm, -才能够有你的体贴 Would embody your attentive consideration? -其实没有我你分不清那些 Literally being ignorant of me wouldn't you sort the clutters out, -彻别接近还能多一些 Farewell could have escalated since proximated. -别说你会难过 Never utter you would be smattering of grieving, -别说你想改变 Never allege you would be framing to ameliorate, -被爱的人不用道歉 Beloved would never be obligated to confess. 简单 翻译 英文 nbsp

我知道我这样做很不理智, 但我还是直奔县城, 在那里买了一本皮面袖珍词典和一金笔我向父亲的遗体告别时把词典和笔放在父亲的那双大手里, 那双手曾经是那样温暖, 那双手曾经让他生活得很美满, 但却从来没有学会写字My Father’s Hands His hands were rough and exceedingly1) strong. He could gently prune) a fruit tree or firmly ease a stubborn horse into a harness. What I remember most is the special warmth from those hands as he would take me by the shoulder and point out the glittering swoop of a blue hawk, or a rabbit asleep in its lair. They were good hands that served him well and failed him in only one thing. They never learned to write. My father was illiterate. The number of illiterates3) in our country has steadily declined, but if there were only one I would be saddened), remembering my father and the pain he endured because his hands never learned to write. He started school in the first grade, where the remedy a wrong answer was ten rule r strokes across a stretched palm. some reason, shapes, figures and letters just did not fall into the rig ht pattern inside his six-year-old mind. His father took him out of school after several months and set him to a man’s job on the farm. Years later, his wife, with her fourth-grade education, would try to teach him to . And still later I would grasp his big fist between my small hands and awkwardly help him to trace the letters of his name. He submitted5) to the ordeal a short time, but soon grew restless and would declare that he had had enough. One night, when he thought no one saw, he slipped away with my second grade er and labored over the words until they became too difficult. He pressed his ehead into the pages and wept. Thereafter, no amount of persuading could bring him to sit with pen and paper. He did still like to listen to my mother, and then to me, to him. He especially enjoyed listening to us to him from the Bible. My father was ced to let the bank take possession of most of the acreage6) of his farmland one year when a crop failure meant he couldn’t make the mortgage7) payment. He was able to keep one acre of the farmland where the small farm house was located. From the farm to road building and later to factory work, his hands served him well. His mind was keen, and his will to work was unsurpassed. His enthusiasm and efficiency brought an offer to become a line boss--until he was handed the qualification test. Years later, when Mother died, I tried to get him to come and live with my family, but he insisted on staying in the small house with the garden plot and a few farm animals close by. His health began to fail, and he was in and out of the hospital with two mild heart attacks. Old Doc Green saw him weekly and gave him medication, including nitroglycerin8) tablets to put under h is tongue should he feel an attack coming on. My last fond memory of Dad was watching as he walked across the brow of a hillside meadow with those big warm hands resting on the shoulders of my two children. He stopped to point out a pond where he and I had fished years bee. The night, my family an d I flew back to our own home. Three weeks later Dad was dead because of a heart attack. I returned to my father’s home the funeral. Doc Green told me how sorry he was. In fact, he was bothered a bit, because he had just written Dad a new prescription, and the druggist9) had filled it. Yet the bottle of pills had not been found on Dad’s person. Doc Green felt that a pill might have kept him alive long enough to summon help. I went out to Dad’s garden plot where a neighbor had found him. In grief, I stooped to t race my fingers in the earth where he had reached the end of his life. My hand came to rest on a half-buried brick, which I aimlessly lifted. I noticed underneath it the twisted and battered, yet unbroken, container that had been beaten into the soft earth. As I held the container of pills, the scene of Dad struggling to remove the cap and in desperation trying to break it with the brick flashed painfully bee my eyes. With deep anguish I knew why those big hands had lost in their struggle with death. there, imprinted on the cap, were the words:“Child-proof cap--Push down and twist to unlock. ”The druggist later confirmed that he had just started using the new safety caps. I knew it was not a rational act, but I went right downtown and bought a leather-bound pocket dictionary and a gold pen set. I bade Dad good-bye by placing them in those big hands, once so warm, which had lived so well, but had never learned to write. □by Calvin R. Worthington 18

它是最有耐心,最令人愉悦的伴侣在我们穷愁潦倒,临危遭难时,它也不会抛弃我们,对我们总是一如既往地亲切在我们年轻时,好书陶冶我们的性情,增长我们的知识;到我们年老时,它又给我们以慰藉和勉励Companionship of BooksA man may usually be known by the books he s as well as by the company he keeps; there is a companionship of books as well as of men; and one should always live in the best company, whether it be of books or of men.A good book may be among the best of friends. It is the same today that it always was, and it will never change. It is the most patient and cheerful of companions. It does not turn its back upon us in times of adversity or distress. It always receives us with the same kindness; amusing and instructing us in youth, and comting and consoling us in age.Men often discover their affinity to each other by the mutual love they have a book just as two persons sometimes discover a friend by the admiration which both entertain a third. There is an old proverb, ‘Love me, love my dog.” But there is more wisdom in this” Love me, love my book.” The book is a truer and higher bond of union. Men can think, feel, and sympathize with each other through their favorite author. They live in him together, and he in them.A good book is often the best urn of a life enshrining the best that life could think out; the world of a man’s life is, the most part, but the world of his thoughts. Thus the best books are treasuries of good words, the golden thoughts, which, remembered and cherished, become our constant companions and comters.Books possess an essence of immortality. They are by far the most lasting products of human eft. Temples and statues decay, but books survive. Time is of no with great thoughts, which are as fresh today as when they first passed through their author’s minds, ages ago. What was then said and thought still speaks to us as vividly as ever from the printed page. The only effect of time have been to sift out the bad products; nothing in literature can long survive e but what is really good.Books introduce us into the best society; they bring us into the presence of the greatest minds that have ever lived. We hear what they said and did; we see the as if they were really alive; we sympathize with them, enjoy with them, grieve with them; their experience becomes ours, and we feel as if we were in a measure actors with them in the scenes which they describe. 97

To Fanny Brawne, February 18 My dearest girl; According to all appearances I am to be separated from you as much as possible. How I shall be able to bear it, or whether it will not be worse than your presence now and then, I cannot tell. I must be patient, and in the meantime you must think of it as little as possible. Let me not longer detain you from going to Town—there may be no end to this emprisoning of you. Perhaps you had better not come bee tomorrow evening send me however without fail a good night. You know our situation—what hope is there if I should be recovered ever so soon—my very health with will not suffer me to make any great exertion. I am recommended not even to poetry much less write it. I wish I had even a little hope. I cannot say get me—but I would mention that her are impossibilities in the world. No more of this—I am not strong enough to be weaned—take no notice of it in your good night. Happen what may I shall ever be my dearest Love. Your affectionate J—K— 3

How To Tell When She Flirt With YouFlirting is an art m --it takes much practice to do it with perfect timing. It's often hard though, to recognize when a woman's flirting with you.Women are masters of subtlety, so it's your job to remain aware of every gesture, every word, and every move they throw your way.The women might simply be nice and friendly with everyone, and not flirting with you. If you see her often. at work example, pay attention to how she reacts to others. If it'sthe same way she behaves with you, then don't get your hopes up.The following flirting signs are good all settings, whether ia a coffee shop, restaurant, nightclub, or at work.Number She keeps glancing at you. Are her eyes aimed at you every time you look her way? And does she avert her gaze whenever you catch her starting? If so, she might be interested in you. If she doesn't prolong eye contact, she's probably just shy. Go up to her, introduce yourself, and get her talking. You Know you're doing well when she is glad to be talking with you.Number 9 She smiles at you. Many people ce a smile when trying to be polite, but if she shows her teeth and has a sparkle in her eyes, then she's probably enjoying your company. Your only job is to keep her smiling by smiling back.Number 8 She goes out of her way to get you to notice her. If she's always taking unnecessary detours to meet you, she might be trying to get your attention. And if she smiles at you on her way, she's definitely interested in you.Number 7 She plays with her hair. Women's hair is a source of power and confidence to them-- why else would they get so depressed by bad haircuts? If you see her twirling her fingers through it or tossing it around like in a shampoo commercial, then she might be flirting with you.Number 6 She starts the conversation. Taking the first step to start a conversation with you is a huge sign that she's interested. she says something to you that begs a response, like"You remind me of someone I know,"that's a concrete sign she's interested.Number 5 She laughs at your jokes. When you tell her a funny story, does she just look at you and say, "Is that supposed to be funny?" If so, she's not interested in you. But if she acts captivated by your words you could soon be hearing wedding bells. Other reactions to look out include "Really?" and "Wow" with the mouth opened in amused disbelief.Number She asks if you like certain activities. Does she ask you about your hobbies? Is she asking you if you like a particular pastime? Although she is not actually asking you a date, it's an implied way of doing so. She could be paving the way you to ask instead. If the activity in question is dancing, movies or dinner, then she is almost cetainly trying to ask you out.Number 3 She pays you a compliment. Women rarely give compliments, so if she throws one your way, you can pat yourself on the back, Compliments are especially good if they are about your body, as this implies she is attracted to you.Number She makes sexual comments. Some women like to put themselves in the mood to ask someone out by talking about your topics that turn them on.Number 1 She touches you. When a woman breaks the contact barrier during a conversation, it is a sure sign that she's interested in you. It can be as bovious as touching your arm or knee while making a point, or as faint as having her knees come into contact with yours under the table.A les direct way of her showing she is interested is if she minorors your body language. When you lean in, she leans in. When you rest your elbows on the table, she does the same. Duplicationg your actions is her way of showing you that she's "in-sync" with you. 0198

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