وعاوزة منك تساعديني بالمنهج شوي يعني ازا بتقدري تعطيني شرح لبعض القواعد او بعض الكلمات الهامة في القطع راح اكون ممنونة كتير الك
مشكورة على جهودك الرائعة وانتي مميزة دائما
السلام عليكم ورحمة الله وبركاته اختي الكريمة اولا اتمنى لكِ ولجميع طلابنا الاعزاء كل التوفيق والنجاح الباهر ..//
انتي وكانك قراتي افكاري انا كنت بجد ناوية اعمل حلقات من دروس في منهاج اللغة الانجليزية لثاني عشر اشياء هامة ومبسطة جدا بطريقتي وفهمي الميسر لها وان شاء الله قبل البداية في المنهاج راح اعطيكم فقط مراجعة سريعة لمعلومات لازم تعرفوها باللغة واتمنى تكوني متابعة الي واشكرك على ثقتك تحياتي لكِ
A noun is the name of a person, an animal,a plant or a thing as (Ali,a cat , a tree, apen) الاسم كلمة تدل على اسم شخص او حيوان او نبات او شئ Anoun maybe an abstract noun as:courage,love,happiness and freedom يمكن ان يكون الاسم المعنوي مثل:الشجاعة,الحب,السعادة والحرية.
ملاحظات هــامة: 1/يجمع الاسم عادة باضافة S للمفرد مثل: A book **Books
2/يجمع الاسم باضافة es الي المفرد اذا كان الاسم منتهي ب Z/X/Ss/s/sh/ch وكذلكO المسبوقة بحرف ساكن غير متحرك مثل: A glass** Glasses
3/اذا انتهي الاسم بحرف Y مسبوقة بحرف غير متحرك "ساكن" فعند الجمع تقلب Y الى ies مثل: A story**stories
4/اذا انتهى الاسم بحرف Y مسبوقة بحرف متحرك "حروف العلة" a,e,i,o,u عند الجمع اضيف s فقط مثل: A boy** boys
5/اذا انتهى الاسم ب f او fe فعند الجمع تقلب الى ves مثل: A wife** wives
ملاحظة: هنــاك اسما شواذ لا تخضع لاي قاعدة من القواعد السابقة مثل : a tooth**teeh a man**men a child**children Ox**Oxen
وهناك بعض الاسماء لا تستخدم في صيغة الجمع وتسمى uncountable مثل: milk oil suger money news advice
وهناك بعض الاسماء ليس لها صيغة مفرد وتعامل دائما كجمع مثل: people galsses polic socks
A verb is a word that expresses an action or existence. It is the heart of the sentence الفعل هو الكلمة التي تدل على الحدث ويعتبر هو قلب الجملة . أي ان الجملة لا تعطي معنى الا اذا كان بها الفعل.
Kinds of verbs: أنواع الفعل
يوجد نوعان من الافعال :
An auxilaiary verb :@
فعل مساعد وهو الفعل الذي يوضع مع الفعل الرئيسي ليساعد في تكوين زمن الجملة والمجهول والسؤال والنفي مثل: To Be****am/is/are/was/were To Have**** have/has/had To Do**** did/do/does Models**** can,could/will,would/shall,should/may,might/have to, must ,had to /ought to/need to
Ex: He is sleeping now
I can speak English well
فعل رئيسي "اساسي" وهو كل فعل موجود في الجملة ما عدا أن يكون من الافعال المساعدة مثل:
هــــــــام جــــدا: الفعل الرئيسي يقسم الي نوعين:
Transitive verb"الفعل المتعدي"
a verb that takes an object to complete the meaning الفعل المتعدي هو الفعل الذي يتبع بمفعول به
She fumbled around in the dark looking for the box of matches she remembered seeing on the mantle that morning. If she could just get one match lit then it wouldn’t be so frightening anymore. She could relax. Calm down. And stop being afraid of the things that go bump in the night. But they weren’t there. She was sure they were next to the little troll statue that he had obscurely named “Fred”. Fred the troll. What a bizarre man she was dating. Instead of finding the matches, her hand settled on a small lidded pot that was nestled between a bunch of glass bottles and an empty vase. She picked up the pot and turned it in her hands, tracing the patterns with her fingers before slipping it into her coat pocket. She wondered momentarily why she would do such a thing and then continued her search for the matches. Of all the days for the lights to trip, she thought to herself. At least if Paul was around she wouldn’t be feeling this vulnerable. Her panic was starting to rise in her throat, her heart beat a hard and steady beat, making her acutely aware of her own body every time it thumped loudly in her chest. If she could just find the matches she would be able to see well enough to be able to tell which switch to flip on the control box. She found them! Her hand settled on a small rectangular box that rattled as she lifted it with relief from the mantle, embarrassed by the sudden flow of relief that took over her muscles. She struck the first match against the side of the box with a flick of the wrist. In less than a second it had flared with a sizzle and died, leaving a ghostly impression of Paul’s face imprinted in the darkness that surrounded her once more. “What the…?” she asked out loud, knowing that the black around her would not answer. She struck the second one, slowly this time in case it had been her haste that caused the last match to die so quickly. It went out as quickly as the first, but this time the impression of Paul’s face did not fade quite so quickly. She felt as if it was floating in the air. It was like she was actually seeing it instead of imagining or remembering it. There it floated before her, like a stray image from a 3D movie. She wanted to reach out and touch it, but the fear of feeling foolish locked her hands to her sides. She struck the third match, knowing instinctively that this time it would produce the same result. The match flared with a hiss, and in an instant it was dark again, but Paul’s face remained before her. It seemed that the third match had intensified the apparition, so much that it almost seemed that his face was filling with colour. She gasped and took a step back, again feeling the hard thud of her heart and it beat against her rib cage. “There’s something wrong…” said the face, without moving it’s mouth or making a sound. She wasn’t sure how she had heard it, because she knew it wasn’t with her ears, but she just knew. Her hands went to her pockets again and her right hand brushed up against the pot she had placed there earlier. The lid fell off, and something from inside the pot fell against her fingers. She clasped the object in her hand and brought it to her face before lighting the fourth and final match. In the second that the match flared before dying and leaving her in complete darkness again, she saw that it was an engagement ring that lay on her palm. “You’re not coming back, are you Paul?” she said into the darkness.
The Art Of War The M16 feels familiar in my arms as I crouch-run up the abandoned steps of a burning building. The quick tap-tap-tap of gunfire sounds in the distance with an intermittent tap-tap closer by. I am the last man alive in my unit, and stuck behind enemy lines. I read somewhere, a lifetime ago, “If it’s going to be, it’s up to me” The thought is fleeting and gone almost as quickly, I spend no time thinking where I read it, when I read it, or even in what context it was presented to my then younger, inexperienced eyes. I keep the assault rifle at the ready, taking the corner with care. I’m shocked to see two enemy soldiers, almost side by side, guarding the entrance from a nearby window. I spare a moment to feel grateful that I survived that; that they somehow hadn’t seen me enter. I slip my knife out and sneak up on the nearest soldier. Putting a hand to his mouth I quickly slide the blade over his carotid artery. I hold him tight while I wait for the life to leave his shuddering body. Carefully, I lay him down at my feet. Too late! The second soldier spotted me. I squeeze two rounds off from my conveniently near 9mm. My heart pounding in my chest, I take a moment to just breathe in my good fortune. Holstering my 9mm, I crouch-run down the dark passage, another corner, clear! The building seems to have a basement, a good place to set the explosives, the enemy likes using basements for their base of operations. It should be investigated. Heart pounding in my chest, I sneak down the ramp, rifle at the ready… Just as I turn the corner, gunfire explodes all around me; a fine red mist clouds my vision… then, flashing in red… ROUND LOSS!!!