黑夜美术
第1篇：黑夜（美术）
黑夜（美术）
黑夜（美术）1
活动要求：
一、帮助幼儿学习观察画面上人物形象以及白天与黑夜的背景变化，理解画面所包含的内容。
二、帮助幼儿知道一幅画可以用一段话说出它的意思。
活动准备：
大图书一本
活动过程：
一、出示大图书，引起幼儿兴趣
你们瞧，今天我有一本大图书，想看吗？
看看这本书的名字叫什么？（《黑夜》）
猜一猜可能讲些什么事？（幼儿自由讨论）
二、幼儿看大图书一遍
问：你看到些什么？
三、一页页逐幅翻看
1．图片上有谁？这是什么时候？它在干什么？它是怎么睡的？
2．这幅图片讲什么？它睡着了吗？这么晚了，它为什么还不睡，你是从哪里看出来的？（幼儿扮演小狗）
3．再来看看，还有谁也睡觉了？它是怎么睡的？
4．快看，这是谁呀？他睡在哪儿？
5．到了夜里，还有谁也睡觉了？小妹妹是怎么哄娃娃睡觉的？（幼儿集体表演，并请个别幼儿示范）
注：（l）每幅图片教师用二三句话小结。
（2）让幼儿知道老师刚才讲的就是这一幅图片，一幅图片可以用一段话表示。
四、完整地看大图书，边看边听老师讲故事
黑夜（美术）2
活动要求：
一、引导幼儿有顺序地翻看图书，激发幼儿阅读图书的兴趣。
二、帮助幼儿用简单的话讲述单幅画面内容。
活动准备：
幼儿人手一本小图书
活动过程：
一、引起幼儿阅读兴趣
瞧，这是本什么书了里面有个故事叫《黑夜》，想看吗？
二、幼儿边翻看小图书，边讲故事
要求：幼儿讲完一页翻一页，一页页翻看图书。
问：故事讲了些什么？
三、幼儿看看、讲讲故事
1．故事讲了哪几个小动物？（鸟、狗、兔）
谁愿意讲讲小鸟在夜里的事？
问：刚才他讲的是哪张图片？他的.本领真大，会用一段话来说一幅画，你们会吗？
2．请幼儿讲述小狗、小兔的故事。
3．故事还讲了谁的事？（爷爷、小妹妹）
（请一幼儿讲爷爷的一段故事，其余幼儿看小图书）
问：刚才的一段话，讲的是哪幅图片？
4．小妹妹呢，她边睡边怎么哄娃娃的？（幼儿表演）
四、听录音
幼儿边听录音故事，边翻看小图书，在听录音的过程中，选择一幅图片问：“现在讲到哪儿？”以检验幼儿是否一页页翻看图书，看完一页讲一页。
附：故事
黑夜
天黑了，月亮婆婆出来了，星宝宝也出来了，小鸟站在树枝上睡着了。小狗可不能睡，它打了个哈欠说：“我要好好地看家，千万不能睡着了。”小兔趴在漂亮的地毯上，渐渐地睡着了。老爷爷干了一天的活，在凉床上睡着了。小妹妹也睡了，边睡边拍着娃娃唱着摇篮曲：“摇啊摇，小宝宝快睡觉。”
第2篇：黑夜(Night)
黑夜(Night)
when i was a child, night was an equivalent to nightmare for me. i don’t know if it is a usual thing for every child to ever have the experience of fearing the night. is it an inevitable part of growth? it was beyond my imagination that i can take it so easy now. however, i can’t forget the depression they used to bring me.
two months after i was born in shanghai, my mother took me to another province, where they worked. i’m not sure if every baby doesn’t want to sleep when the night comes, but i do know i didn’t. to deal with that, parents often use the same trick: frightening. big bad wolf is a prop most widely and frequently used, but my mother’s was different. she was very superstitious (and is still or ever more now), so i was unlucky enough to listen to all her stories about all kinds of ghosts and monsters. perhaps, the only favor that god left me was her lack in imagination. nevertheless, i was imaginative. so, usually, mother just gave me an inspiration, and i would complete the work of frightening myself. looking back, i’m often divided between tear and laughter.
later on, i returned to shanghai and lived at my grandma’s without my parents. at first, i felt no sadness at all. naturally, it is impossible for a child, who could barely talk, to understand what that meant. but i did feel something difficult to express especially at night. feelings piled up day by day. this city is crowded and the downtown location of my grandma’s was particularly so, and there were so many people around me. however, i still fear the night, while the fear has nothing to do with the ghosts or monsters. i didn’t know why, at first. afterwards, i thought, probably i was lonely in fact. i was like a man at sea, who’s surrounded by water but has nothing to drink. although i can’t memorize the specific date now, there must have been such a day on which i understood what it meant for a child not to be able to live with his parents. sometimes, there was an impulse to cry, but i couldn’t because boys are born forbidden crying. when the hustles and bustles in the daytime faded, what i could hear was a camel’s weeping in my heart. during that period, night was drowsy and soundless in my opinion.
time went on like this for 10 years or so, and i lived with my parents again. as i grew older, i could hear more things at night, and the night also exhibited me more of its colors bit by bit, though most of them were simply siren songs. anyway, i know more about the night. one day, i happened to hear mozart’s die zauberflote (magic flute), and then, the fury and impetuosity of night was revealed to me by the singing of the queen of the night. nights are not merely quiet any more. it can be so rich in content, which i had never known. it appears to be calm, but beneath the calmness are undercurrents violent. the night swallows up all the bad, the ugly, the false, and meanwhile, the good, the beautiful, the true, like a certain fat buddha, laughing all the time regardless of what he sees, good or bad. the night was both fair and unfair.
in high school, the major reason for me to stay up late became homework and pc games, and now it comes to be chatting online. sometimes the night becomes the day and the day becomes the night, since i say “good evening” to someone when the sun shines outside and “good morning” when the stars twinkle out of my window. if i was asked in my childhood what night was, i would answer in a nutshell “darkness before the dawn”. now, my opinion changed by my former classmate in high school. he was a buddhist in zen and fond of sitting with legs crossed for meditation. “night is the best time in a day for you to sit for meditation,” he said, “because it can calm down all your fickleness and there is no earthly disturbance. you can take that opportunity to find what mistakes you have made during the daytime.” though i don’t believe in buddhism, i think what he said was partly advisable yet. i really need some time to scan myself, to look into my soul.
has the night changed? i don’t think so. the night is still the night. then, what changed? or, who changed?
