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《给鸭子让路》
给鸭子让路
人与动物之间都有一种感情那就是相互谦让。今天我在语文书上看到了这样的一幅图片，让我给你讲讲吧。
在车水马龙的大街上，车辆正在缓慢的前进着，忽然，前面的车辆停了下来，后面的司机不停的按着喇叭，抱怨着。可是前面的司机却说：前面的鸭子要过马路，就等会吧。只见几只毛茸茸的小鸭子跟着一只大鸭子昂首挺胸的在马路中间缓慢前进。一辆车开了过来，差一点就撞到小鸭子毛茸茸的身体。小鸭子惊慌失措的跑到打鸭子的身旁大声的叫着，好像在说：吓死我了，妈妈。大鸭子不停的对那辆车大叫，好像说：你把我的孩子吓坏了。这时没有一人下车赶鸭子，而是让它们悠哉悠哉的走着，没有一人按喇叭，而是耐心的等待。等鸭子大摇大摆的走过马路，一切才恢复原样。
爱护动物是每个人的责任，请保护我们那些可爱的小动物吧！ 山东省烟台市开发区实验小学五年级:马小淳
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《8《让路给小鸭子》绘本阅读单》
《让路给小鸭子》读写绘学习单
班级 姓名:
一、 把《让路给小鸭子》讲给家人听，请他们为你讲的故事亮星级灯，讲得又
流利又好听，就是五星级啦。
二、 我的奇思妙想。
《让路给小鸭子》这本仁慈、可爱、幽默的书一定给你留下了深刻的 印象，是啊，我们人类和动物之间应该和睦相处。生活中，你是否也帮助过某种小动物，或者精心地照顾过某种小动物，和小动物结下了深厚的友情，（或者正
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《给小鸭子让路》
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《给小鸭子让路》
给小鸭子让路
大家 好！我是水城县陡箐乡阿佐小学二年级 生张妍彬，今天我给大家讲的绘本故事是：
给小鸭子让路
鸭先生和鸭太太为找一个孵小鸭的好地方，已经飞很久了。他们为自己未来的孩子想得很多，所以总觉得这儿那儿都不合适，于是总也落不下脚来。
他们飞到一座美丽的城市，就再也飞不动了。他们觉得公园是他们落脚的好地方：那里有池塘，池塘里有小岛。“这儿过夜挺不错的。”鸭先生拿定了主意。于是，他们哗啦啦拍扇翅膀，向小岛飞去。
突然，飞出一辆自行车来。鸭太太不由得猛一战栗。“这儿可不是孩子们待的地方，咱们另找地方吧!”
他们又飞起来，飞过一座山，又飞到了一条河的上空，下面出现了一个小岛。鸭先生说：“这儿好。这儿安静，离广场也只一小段路。” “得，就在这儿找个孵小鸭的地方吧!”鸭太太说。
他们在矮树林里找了个又挨水又背风的地方，安下了家。
一天，他们到河对岸公园里，碰上了一个叫米歇尔的警察。米歇尔给他们吃花生米。从此他们常常到米歇尔那里去。
不久，鸭太太生了八个蛋，并开始孵蛋。她耐心地在八个蛋上蹲了许多天。终于，小鸭子出来了。最先出来的是杰克，接着是卡克、拉克、马克、奈克、威克、帕克和夸克。他们看到自己有这么棒的一群孩子，感到很了不起。
一天，鸭先生决定到河对岸公园去看看，那是米歇尔给他们吃花生米的地方，一定会比这儿好。出发前，他对鸭太太说：“过一个星期，我在公园等你们。你要照顾好咱们的孩子!”
“你放心去吧。”鸭太太说，“我会把孩子一个不少地带到你那儿去。” 她开始教小鸭游水，又教他们走路要排成一条直线，要同自行车和各种有轮子的东西保持一个安全的距离。
最后，孩子训练得差不多了，一天早上，她说：“孩子们，跟我走!” 八只小鸭子，像平常妈妈教他们的样子，排成长长的一排。鸭太太率先跳进河里，小鸭子们纷纷跟着妈妈下水，游到对岸去。 上岸后，就摇摇摆摆来到快速公路上。
鸭太太走在前面，快步穿过十字路口。
高速公路上飞驰的汽车，“嘀—嘀给小鸭让路”叫个不停。鸭太太带领孩子们，放开喉咙一起“嘎—嘎—嘎”，对着汽车也叫个不停。
嘀—嘀—嘀，嘎—嘎—嘎，
吵闹声把警察米歇尔给引了过来，他边跑边吹警哨，又站在路中间，举起一只手，让行人和汽车全停下来，用另一只手招呼鸭妈妈带着孩子们穿过公路。
不一会，鸭子们都穿过了公路。米歇尔又快快赶回警亭，给交警总队挂电话，说：“有一家鸭子，大大小小九口，正往大街走去!”
总部的警察一下子弄糊涂了，直问：“一家什么?”
“一家鸭子!”米歇尔大声说。“赶快派警车来，要快!”
这时，鸭太太已经来到一家书店，再拐弯就上大街了。鸭太太的后面跟着她的孩子们。
街上行人都看呆了，一位老太太说：“这可是一辈子没见过的!”一个扫街的男人说：“噢，排得真整齐!”鸭太太听到这些赞扬，感到非常自豪，高高地抬起头，于是走起路来更加摇摆了。
当他们来到另一条大街的拐角处，那里已经停着总部派来的一辆警车和四名警察。警察举手挡住了行人和车辆，让他们顺利通过十字路口，再进公园里去。
走进公园大门后，全部转过身子，围成一个半圆，向警察表示感谢。警察们笑了，挥手向鸭子一家告别：“再见!”
鸭先生早已在公园里迎接他们了。
谢谢大家！
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《让路给小鸭子问题情境》
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《Make_Way_for_Ducklings让路给小鸭子(英文)》
Make Way for Ducklings
By Robert McCloskey
Mr. and Mrs. Mallard were looking for a place to live. But every time Mr. Mallard saw what looked like a nice place. Mrs. Mallard said it was no good. There were sure to be foxes in the woods, or turtles in the water, and she was not going to raise a family where there might be foxes or turtles. So they flew on and on.
When then got to Boston, they felt too tired to fly any further. There was a nice pond in the public garden with a little island on it. “The very place to spend the night!” quacked Mr. Mallard. So down they flapped.
The next morning, they fished for their breakfast in the mud at the bottom of the pond. But they didn’t find much.
Just as they were getting ready to start on their way, a strange enormous bird came by. It was pushing a boat full of people, and there was a man sitting on its back. “Good morning.” quacked Mr. Mallard, being polite. The big bird was too proud to answer. But the people on the boat threw peanuts into the water. So the mallards followed them all round the pond and got another breakfast, better than the first.
“I like this place,” said Mrs. Mallard as they climbed out on the bank and waddled along. “Why don’t we build a nest and raise our ducklings right in this pond?”
“There are no foxes and no turtles, and the people feed us peanuts. What could be better?”
“Good,” said Mr. Mallard, delighted that at last Mrs. Mallard had found a place that suited her. But--
“Look out!” squawked Mrs. Mallard. “You’ll get run over!” And when she got her breath, she added, “this is no place for babies, with all those horrid things rushing about. We’ll have to look somewhere else.”
So they flew over Beacon Hill and round the statehouse, But there was no place there.
They looked in Louisburg Square, but there was no water to swim in.
Then they flew over the Charles River, “this is better,” quacked Mr. Mallard. “That island looks like a nice quiet place, and it’s only a little way from the public garden.” “Yes,” said Mrs. Mallard, remembering the peanuts. “That looks like just the right place to hatch ducklings.”
So they chose a cozy spot among the bushes near the water, and settle down to build their nest. And only just in time, for now they were beginning to molt. All their old wing feathers started to drop out, and they would not be able to fly again until the new ones grew in.
But of course they could swim, and one day they swam over to the park on the river bank, and there they met a policeman called Michael. Michael fed them peanuts, and after that the Mallards called on Michael every day.
After Mrs. Mallard had laid eight eggs in the nest, she couldn’t go to visit Michael any more, because she had to sit on eggs to keep them warm. She moved off the nest only to get a drink of water, or to have her lunch, or to count the eggs and make sure they were all there.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight!
One day, the ducklings hatched out. First came Jack, then Kack, then Lack, then Mack and Nack, and Ouack and Pack and Quack. Mr. and Mrs. Mallard were bursting with pride. It was a great responsibility taking care of so many ducklings, and it kept them very busy.
One day, Mr. Mallard decided he’d like to take a trip, to see what the rest of the river was like, for the round. So off he said. “I’ll meet you in a week, in the public garden”, he quacked over his shoulder. “Take good care of the ducklings.”
“Don’t you worry,” said Mrs. Mallard. “I know all about bringing up children.” And she did.
She taught them how to swim and dive.
She taught them to walk in a line, to come when they were called, and to keep a safe distance from bikes and scooters, and other things with wheels.
When at last she felt perfectly satisfied with them, she said one morning, “Come along, children. Follow me.”
Before you could wink eyelash Jack, Kack, Lack, Mack, Ouack, Pack and Quack fell into line, just as they have been taught. Mrs Mallard led the way into the water and they swam behind her to the opposite bank.
There, they waded ashore and they waddled along till they came to the highway.
Mrs. Mallard stepped out to cross the road. “Honk, honk!” went the horns on the speeding cars. “Quack” went Mrs. Mallard as she tumbled back again. “Quack! Quack! Quack! Quack!” went Jack, Kack, Lack, Mack, Ouack, Pack and Quack, just as loud as little quakers could quack. The cars kept speeding by and honking, and Mrs. Mallard and the ducklings kept right on quack, quack, quacking.
They made such a noise that Michael came running, waving his arms and blowing his whistle.
He planted himself in the center of the road, raised one hand to stop the traffic, and then beckoned with the other, the way policemen do, for Mrs. Mallard to cross over.
As soon as Mrs. Mallard and the ducklings were safe on the other side and on their way down Mount Vernon Street, Michael rushed back to his police booth.
He called Clancy at headquarters and said, “There’s a family of ducks walking down the street!” Clancy said, “Family of what?” “Ducks!” yelled Michael, “Send a police car, quick!”
Meanwhile, Mrs. Mallard had reached the Corner Book Shop and turned into Charles Street, with Jack, Kack, Lack, Mack, Nack, Ouack, Pack, and Quack all marching in line behind her.
Everyone stared. An old lady from Beacon Hill said, “Isn’t it amazing?” And the man who swept the street said, “Well, now, isn’t that nice?” And when Mrs. Mallard heard them, she was so proud she tipped her nose in the air and walked along with an extra swing in her waddle.
When they came to the corner of Beacon Street, there was the police car with four policemen that Clancy had sent from headquarters. The policemen held back the traffic, so Mrs. Mallard and the ducklings could march across the street.
Right on into the public garden.
Inside the gate, they all turned round, to say thank you to the policemen. The policemen smiled and waved good-bye.
When they reached the pond, and swam across to the little island, there was Mr. Mallard waiting for them, just as he had promised.
The ducklings liked the new island so much that they decided to live there. All day long, they follow the swan boats, and eat peanuts.
And when night falls, they swim to their little island and go to sleep.
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