Transcript 幻灯片 1 - Simple ESL

FIGURATIVE LANGUAGE
Simile
A simile uses the words “like” or
“as” to compare one object or idea
with another to suggest they are
alike.
Example: busy as a bee
Metaphor
The metaphor states a fact or draws
a verbal picture by the use of
comparison. A simile would say
you are like something; a metaphor
is more positive - it says you are
something.
Example: You are what you eat.
Personification
A figure of speech in which human
characteristics are given to an
animal or an object.
Example: My teddy bear gave me a
hug.
Alliteration
The repetition of the same initial
letter, sound, or group of sounds in
a series of words. Alliteration
includes tongue twisters.
Example: She sells seashells by the
seashore.
Onomatopoeia
The use of a word to describe or
imitate a natural sound or the
sound made by an object or an
action.
Example: snap crackle pop
Hyperbole
An exaggeration that is so dramatic
that no one would believe the
statement is true. Tall tales are
hyperboles.
Example: He was so hungry, he ate
that whole cornfield for lunch,
stalks and all.
1.Alright, the sky misses the sun at
night.
2.The poorest man is the richest, and
the rich are poor.
3.Hear the mellow wedding bells.
Edgar Allen Poe
4.Out of reach, I pull out with a screech.
5.I move fast like a cheetah on the
Serengeti.
6.Her head was spinning from all
the new information.
7.The toast jumped out of the
toaster.
8.I'm so hungry I could eat a horse
The Sea lashed out in anger at the
ships, unwilling to tolerate another
battle.
The Redcoats are coming!
I’ve told you a million times to
clean your room!
Poem -MIRROR
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful -The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so
long
I think it is part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now I am a lake. A woman bends
over me,
Searching my reaches for what she
really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the
candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it
faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an
agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes
and goes.
Each morning it is her face that
replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young
girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like
a terrible fish.