1、Spiritual Growth,Tayeb Salih,About Tayeb Salih,Novelist writing in Arabic, was born in the northern axis of central Sudan. After gaining an advanced degree in London, he worked for the BBC as the head of Arabic drama. Tayeb Salih had the novella The Wedding of Zein 澤恩的姻緣published which was made into

2、 an Arabic film and won an award at the Cannes Film Festival in 1976.,In 2001 his Season Of Migration To The North was selected by a panel of Arab writers and critics as the most important Arab novel of the twentieth century. “Turning to left and right, I found I was halfway between north and south.

3、 I was unable to continue, unable to return.” He has also written many acclaimed short stories.,棗椰樹（date tree, or date palm tree）,A Handful of Dates椰棗,1. Please give a summary of the story. 2. Whats your impressions of the main characters in the story? (“I”, my grandfather, and Masood) 3. What chang

4、e occurs in the boys opinion of his grandfather? What causes the change? 4. Why is it significant that at the start of the story the narrator often recites the Koran, especially from the Chapter of the Merciful, to his grandfather and others?,5. How do you understand the images “river”, “l(fā)and”, “mos

5、que”, “palm tree”, and “dates”? 6. What is the theme of the story?,This short story is told through the eyes of a young boy as he experiences an epiphany頓悟, a critical moment of awareness that perhaps marks his passage from a child to an adult. The boys love and admiration for his grandfather is dim

6、inished as the boy listens to his grandfather describe Masood and observes the treatment of the man, for whom the young boy feels a likeness.,Words and Expressions:,1. Pat me on the head and give my cheek a pinch 2. Give rein to my imagination and picture to myself 3. Rub the tip of his nose with hi

7、s forefinger; as for his beard, it was soft and luxuriant and as white as cotton-wool 4. -All I know is that its the arena for my dreams and my playground.,5. I remembered Masoods singing, his beautiful voice and powerful laugh that resembled the gurgling of water. 6. “Be careful you dont cut the he

8、art of the palm.” 7. Then I noticed that Masood, except that he had placed a stalk in his mouth and was munching at it like someone surfeited with food who doesnt know that to do with the mouthful he still has.,8. I glanced at Masood and saw that he was, like a man who wants to retreat but whose fee

9、t insist on going forward. 9. Understanding nothing, I looked at Masood and saw that his eyes were darting about to left and right like two mice that have lost their way home. 10. I heard him make a noise in his throat like the rasping of a lamb being slaughtered.,11. I ran off into the distance. He

10、aring , I hesitated a little, then continued on my wayQuickening my pace,I reached the river bank Then, without knowing why, I put my finger into my throat and spewed up the dates Id eaten.,Starry Nights 1889,Starry Starry Night,歌手：Don Mclean VincentStarry starry night Paint your palette blue and gr

11、ey Look out on a summers day With eyes that know the darkness in my soul. Shadows on the hills Sketch the trees and the daffodils Catch the breeze and the winter chills In colors on the snowy linen land.,Now I understand What you tried to say to me How you suffered for your sanity How you tried to s

12、et them free. They would not listen they did not know how Perhaps theyll listen now.,Starry starry night Flaming flowers that brightly blaze Swirling clouds in violet haze Reflect in Vincents eyes of China blue. Colors changing hue Morning fields of amber grain Weathered faces lined in pain Are smoo

13、thed beneath the artists loving hand.,Now I understand What you tried to say to me How you suffered for your sanity How you tried to set them free. They would not listen they did not know how Perhaps theyll listen now.,For they could not love you But still your love was true And when no hope was lef

14、t in sight on that Starry starry night. You took your life as lovers often do, But I could have told you Vincent This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.,Starry starry night Portraits hung in empty halls Frameless heads on nameless walls With eyes that watch the world and cant forget. Like the stranger that youve met The ragged men in ragged clothes The silver thorn of bloddy rose Lie