七楼 · 第二十二天
The Seventh Floor, Episode 22: Not Safe
Name: ________________ Date: ________
Key words
| Word | Pinyin | Meaning |
|---|---|---|
| 带 | dài | to bring; to take; to carry |
| 邻居 | línjū | neighbor |
| 旧 | jiù | old; used; worn |
| 把 | bǎ | disposal 把: marks the object and moves it before the verb — what is done to it |
| 小区 | xiǎoqū | residential compound; housing estate |
| 见面 | jiànmiàn | to meet; to see each other |
| 可是 | kěshì | but; however |
| 男人 | nánrén | man; men |
| 以前 | yǐqián | before; previously; formerly |
| 种 | zhòng | to plant; to grow |
| 常 | cháng | often; frequently |
| 骑 | qí | to ride (a horse, bike, etc.) |
Lesson plan: 45 minutes (for the teacher)
HSK 3 · The Seventh Floor, Episode 22: Not Safe. By the end, students can read it aloud, say what it is about and use 带 and 邻居 in sentences of their own.
Warm-up 5 min
Write 七楼 · 第二十二天 on the board. Ask what the class thinks it is about, then give the English: “The Seventh Floor, Episode 22: Not Safe”.
Key words 10 min
Teach 带 (dài, to bring; to take; to carry), 邻居 (línjū, neighbor), 旧 (jiù, old; used; worn), 把 (bǎ, disposal 把: marks the object and moves it before the verb — what is done to it), 小区 (xiǎoqū, residential compound; housing estate), 见面 (jiànmiàn, to meet; to see each other). Say each one, the class says it back, then ask for its meaning with the word covered. The rest are in the handout’s table.
Listen 10 min
Play it read aloud from mandarinthewild.com/library/read/the-seventh-floor-episode-22-not-safe: once with the text face down, once reading along. Students tap any word there for its meaning.
Read and check 10 min
Students read it alone, then tell a partner in two sentences of Chinese what it says.
Use it 10 min
In pairs, each student writes two sentences of their own, one with 带 and one with 邻居, and reads one to the class.
Homework. Students read it again at home and Review its words. Put it in a free class (mandarinthewild.com/teachers/class) and you see who read it.
English (for the teacher)
Last night, Ningning's mum took lots of neighbours up to the seventh floor. Everyone saw Zou Nainai's old flowerpots, saw the two chairs, and saw the little green leaves in those five pots.
This morning, as soon as people in the compound met, they talked about the seventh floor.
At seven, Qiao An came to work. She had gone to bed very late last night, and she was still very sleepy. But several neighbours were already standing at the door of the parcel station.
An auntie from Building Three said, “I've lived here thirty years, and I'd forgotten there was a seventh floor!”
A man said, “The flowers Zou Nainai used to grow were really beautiful. My daughter often went to see the flowers when she was little, too.”
Just then, Ningning rode up on his bike. He said quietly, “Sorry, it was my mum who told everyone.”
She smiled. “That's all right. Everyone loves the seventh floor, and that's a good thing.”
At eight, the door opened again. In came Dong Ayi from the compound office. She was holding a sheet of paper, and there wasn't a trace of a smile on her face.
“We went up to the seventh floor this morning,” said Dong Ayi. “It's really not safe up there. There's nothing around the edge, so what if children go up and play? The wind was so strong last night. If a flowerpot got blown down and hit someone, what then?”
Qiao An remembered last night's wind; it had wrecked her umbrella in a second. She didn't know what to say.
Dong Ayi put the paper in her hand down on the desk. “The office has decided: before next Sunday, all the flowerpots and chairs on the seventh floor must be moved out. That iron door will get a new lock too, and from now on nobody can go up.”
Ningning shouted, “No way! Those are Zou Nainai's flowers!”
“I know everyone means well,” said Dong Ayi, “but safety comes first.”
Qiao An looked at the paper and felt very sad. The granddaughter had said that on Grandma's birthday next month she wanted to come back to the seventh floor and say sorry to her grandpa's face. But by that day, the seventh floor might be nothing but a locked iron door.
Just then, someone at the door said, “Who wants to move her flowerpots?”
Everyone turned around. Standing in the doorway was Zou Yeye, still in that pair of old shoes, his face dark and stern. He looked at Dong Ayi and said, one word at a time, “Nobody touches anything on the seventh floor.”