My Love for English
Deep beneath my heart resides my sincere gratitude to Miss Mo, the young lady who initiated me into the language of English. To her patient instruction, vivacious lecturing as well as her expressive story telling, I owe my love for English.
Reciting texts was how I started Learning English. Quite a slow learner in language, I spent more time than the rest listening to the tapes and reading the texts. It is impossible for me not to remember the time when Miss Mo demonstrated to me the correct way of pronunciation for a thousand and one times after school. Instead of a lonely boat lost on the sea of monotonous discourses, gradually I found myself a confident captain capable of steering my own way out of the intriguing ocean of word(s) upon which the great mansion of English literacy is built.
Later, when we were able to manipulate the language a bit(more) freely, Miss Mo devised a variety of activities in which we were encouraged to participate. It is she who squeezed the limited class time for us students to sink ourselves into the fascinating world of English songs, ranging from Mother Goose, the Carpenters to the front guard BSB. We were not supposed to merely enjoy the music, but also to interpret the lyrics in our own manner and to express our feelings respectively. For the first time, I sensed the underlying principle both languages share and share alike; namely, the subtle relationship they bear with the culture.
On the third year of my Learning English, we are granted a ten minute free show before each class, which served as "a stage to exhibit our talent". Some of us gave speeches; some put on mini plays and the others still, organized debates. Miss Mo neyer interfere beforehand, rather, she took detailed notes and gave comments and advice in face-to-face conversations after class. I bet no one else but she knew exactly how much saCRIfice had been made to boost our interest and to summon our intelligence in mastering English, yet she was the last person in the world to speak a word of it.
During the past four years since Miss Mo was appointed teacher of another class when I was a senior one, I went through fire and water to struggle my way out into Fudan and the satisfying subject I am now majoring in. Passion for English faded due to all these experiences, however, the cadence of Miss Mo＇s enduring encouragement and the rhythm of our reciting the lessons echoes.
簡 評
鄭楠的文章回憶了她中學時的一位英文老師。對這位老師，鄭楠沒有直接描寫外貌、性格，但通過她的描述，一位可親、可敬的老師形象歷歷在目；她沒有直接用多少表達感激的詞語，但她對老
師深深的感激從字里行間自然流露出來。她的描述之所以成功，
恰恰因為她沒有面面俱到，而是抓住三件典型事例，層層推進，給
人留下深刻的印象。
從文章中還可以看出鄭楠同學積累了很多詞匯，尤其難能可
貴的是她用詞相當準確生動，一些地道的表達信手拈來，比如：it＇s impossible for me not to remember．．．；Instead Of a lonely boat lost．．．，eventually l found myself a confident captam capable Of steermg my way out“the．．．；Miss Mo never．．．，rather，she．．．；I bet no one else but she knew．．．；she was the last person to．．．等等，等等。現在所謂背了上萬單詞的人不少，但有多少人能夠正確、靈活地使用這些單詞呢?背誦單詞本身不應是目的，能自如地使用語言才是目的。我們不知道鄭楠是如何學好英文的，但這很可能與這位老師的教育密不可分。
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