<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930794187845625486</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:47:55.449Z</updated><title type='text'>EB1 Semelhe - Turma 1</title><subtitle type='html'>2007/08 - Alunos dos 3º/4º anos; 2008/09 - 1º e 4º anos; 2009/2010 - Alunos dos 1º/2ºanos</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem0708t1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930794187845625486/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem0708t1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Turma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573529588239019988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930794187845625486.post-1923452771764348253</id><published>2009-10-17T11:59:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T20:28:40.504+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Emoticons</title><content type='html'>Hoje estou muito &lt;a href="http://www.sweetim.com/s.asp?im=gen&amp;amp;lpver=3&amp;amp;ref=10" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 31px; HEIGHT: 34px" title="Click to get more." border="0" src="http://cdn.content.sweetim.com/sim/cpie/emoticons/0002006E.gif" width="45" height="52" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Estive a jogar &lt;a href="http://www.sweetim.com/s.asp?im=gen&amp;amp;lpver=3&amp;amp;ref=10" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 53px; HEIGHT: 36px" title="Click to get more." border="0" src="http://cdn.content.sweetim.com/sim/cpie/emoticons/000203D0.gif" width="124" height="69" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e ganhei a &lt;a href="http://www.sweetim.com/s.asp?im=gen&amp;amp;lpver=3&amp;amp;ref=10" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 46px; HEIGHT: 30px" title="Click to get more." border="0" src="http://cdn.content.sweetim.com/sim/cpie/emoticons/000202CD.gif" width="64" height="51" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; . Logo vou à &lt;a href="http://www.sweetim.com/s.asp?im=gen&amp;amp;lpver=3&amp;amp;ref=10" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 40px; HEIGHT: 29px" title="Click to get more." border="0" src="http://cdn.content.sweetim.com/sim/cpie/emoticons/000202E0.gif" width="64" height="50" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; com a minha&lt;a href="http://www.sweetim.com/s.asp?im=gen&amp;amp;lpver=3&amp;amp;ref=10" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 38px; HEIGHT: 39px" title="Click to get more." border="0" src="http://cdn.content.sweetim.com/sim/cpie/emoticons/0002011E.gif" width="52" height="59" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. A equipa que perdeu ficou muito&lt;a href="http://www.sweetim.com/s.asp?im=gen&amp;amp;lpver=3&amp;amp;ref=10" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 50px; HEIGHT: 30px" title="Click to get more." border="0" src="http://cdn.content.sweetim.com/sim/cpie/emoticons/00020344.gif" width="66" height="70" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930794187845625486-1923452771764348253?l=sem0708t1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem0708t1.blogspot.com/feeds/1923452771764348253/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930794187845625486&amp;postID=1923452771764348253' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930794187845625486/posts/default/1923452771764348253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930794187845625486/posts/default/1923452771764348253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem0708t1.blogspot.com/2009/10/emoticons.html' title='Emoticons'/><author><name>Turma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573529588239019988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930794187845625486.post-3255685644848451953</id><published>2009-01-30T16:41:00.015Z</published><updated>2009-02-11T16:58:52.234Z</updated><title type='text'>O som das palavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Competência &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(1º ano): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Desenvolver a capacidade de identificar rimas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Actividades&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Realização de jogos com o som final das palavras; Construção de uma lista de palavras que rimam; Elaboração de um pequeno poema colectivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SYRCO8LmI4I/AAAAAAAACQY/Iio2TyhhSfo/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297431886134911874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SYRCO8LmI4I/AAAAAAAACQY/Iio2TyhhSfo/s320/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SYRCW2k4DEI/AAAAAAAACQg/0x3iWpuyDZE/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297432022069283906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SYRCW2k4DEI/AAAAAAAACQg/0x3iWpuyDZE/s320/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SYRCO8LmI4I/AAAAAAAACQY/Iio2TyhhSfo/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297432154146588050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SYRCeimjxZI/AAAAAAAACQo/bmF8L4EnVek/s320/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SYRCW2k4DEI/AAAAAAAACQg/0x3iWpuyDZE/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Poema Colectivo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;A mãe come o pão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;E tem um camaleão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ela é bela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;E vai à janela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Poemas individuais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A mãe come o pão&lt;br /&gt;E vai à janela&lt;br /&gt;E é amarela&lt;br /&gt;E come o limão.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;Beatriz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;O pai tem um camaleão&lt;br /&gt;A mãe tem uma mala.&lt;br /&gt;O pai come o pão&lt;br /&gt;E a mãe tem uma sala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;José &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;O tio deu o pão à tia&lt;br /&gt;A tia lava a salada na pia.&lt;br /&gt;Eu vi um bebé&lt;br /&gt;E o bebé anda a pé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;Eduardo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930794187845625486-3255685644848451953?l=sem0708t1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem0708t1.blogspot.com/feeds/3255685644848451953/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930794187845625486&amp;postID=3255685644848451953' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930794187845625486/posts/default/3255685644848451953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930794187845625486/posts/default/3255685644848451953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem0708t1.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-som-das-palavras.html' title='O som das palavras'/><author><name>Turma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573529588239019988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SYRCO8LmI4I/AAAAAAAACQY/Iio2TyhhSfo/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930794187845625486.post-8614108454680221802</id><published>2009-01-30T12:14:00.021Z</published><updated>2009-02-11T17:00:34.624Z</updated><title type='text'>O céu tem mais um planeta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SYMlSCGDE3I/AAAAAAAACQQ/9dTKA-mvjSo/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297118578447946610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SYMlSCGDE3I/AAAAAAAACQQ/9dTKA-mvjSo/s200/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Competência &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(4º ano):&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Desenvolver estratégias para a compreensão da leitura de textos informativos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Actividades&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(ver descrição em Act. I a IV).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;O céu tem mais um planeta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Act. I - Pedir aos alunos para "adivinharem" qual será o assunto abordado no texto e justificarem a sua opinião (desenvolver a estratégia de antecipação).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297103860390904210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 374px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SYMX5VDzQZI/AAAAAAAACPw/UF5_jZZ140k/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Texto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Pobre pequeno Plutão. Após ter sido descoberto em 1930, sentiu a glória de ser o nono planeta do nosso sistema solar. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SYMVSbVzdCI/AAAAAAAACPo/zuP3UF6PoZA/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297100993038873634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SYMVSbVzdCI/AAAAAAAACPo/zuP3UF6PoZA/s200/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mas nos anos seguintes os astrónomos discutiram várias vezes se seria realmente um planeta.&lt;br /&gt;O ano passado, astrónomos de 75 países reuniram-se em Praga, na República Checa, e finalmente decidiram que Plutão não devia ser considerado um planeta. O principal motivo para esta decisão foi o pequeno tamanho de Plutão.&lt;br /&gt;Mas nem tudo está perdido! Plutão foi reclassificado como “planeta anão” e isso é uma boa notícia para os caçadores de planetas. “Muitos outros Plutões aguardam por ser descobertos”, dizem os astrónomos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pity Poor Pluto. Time for Kids. 24 de Agosto de 2006 (traduzido e adaptado)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Act. II - Pedir aos alunos para "adivinharem" o significado da expressão "caçadores de planeta", a partir da relação entre o significado da palavra "caçador" e do trabalho que fazem os astrónomos, registando as suas predições e inferências (desenvolver a capacidade de associação de ideias ou conceitos para descobrir o significado de expressões).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297110742627600082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SYMeJ7Y5RtI/AAAAAAAACQA/9NfhlMWO5fo/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Act. III - Registar a informação relevante, ou seja, as ideias principais do texto (desenvolver estratégias de representação visual da informação com base na estrutura do texto).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297110600960767346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SYMeBro49XI/AAAAAAAACP4/7u08AODqfRk/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Act. IV - Realizar, individualmente, uma reflexão sobre os conhecimentos que adquiriu através da leitura do texto, verificar lacunas na compreensão e desenvolver o interesse para a procura de mais informação sobre a temática (desenvolver estratégias de monitorização da integração de novos conhecimentos).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297113686864992226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SYMg1Thyl-I/AAAAAAAACQI/soVe7ORZgIw/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Az_sW2ZFqtQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Az_sW2ZFqtQ&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930794187845625486-8614108454680221802?l=sem0708t1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem0708t1.blogspot.com/feeds/8614108454680221802/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930794187845625486&amp;postID=8614108454680221802' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930794187845625486/posts/default/8614108454680221802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930794187845625486/posts/default/8614108454680221802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem0708t1.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-ceu-tem-mais-um-planeta.html' title='O céu tem mais um planeta'/><author><name>Turma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573529588239019988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SYMlSCGDE3I/AAAAAAAACQQ/9dTKA-mvjSo/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930794187845625486.post-1465621231812178033</id><published>2008-06-03T20:40:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T20:11:48.804+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia da Mundial da Criança</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Competências&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Experimentar diferentes tipos de escrita, com intenções comunicativas diversificadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Actividades:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Após a abordagem do tema “ O dia Mundial da Criança”, construir textos de forma diversificada como por exemplo em verso&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210209779771790930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="85" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SE5iMJiQVlI/AAAAAAAABBM/QLfUoldD6ms/s400/images%5B6%5D.jpg" width="165" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ireito de não ter medo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;dade de qualquer criança é de tratá-la bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;aças estrangeiras têm de se tratadas por igual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;mbora ricas ou pobres têm os mesmos direitos e deveres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nveja não se pode ter dos outros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;êm o direito a ter comida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;s direitos das crianças devem ser sempre os mesmos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ensação de bem-estar tem de ter as crianças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ireito a ter brinquedos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;s crianças não podem ser maltratadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;riança tem de ter nome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;acistas fazem pouco das crianças diferentes, isso não pode ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;rritante é ver crianças com fome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;bandonar as crianças não pode ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ão as podemos deixar ao abandono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;rianças têm que ter lar para viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;s crianças devem ser respeitadas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;Carlos 4ºAno &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jonas 4º &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210210136836980658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="100" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SE5ig7tOv7I/AAAAAAAABBU/mg23mz_d33U/s400/images%5B7%5D.jpg" width="156" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;evemos respeitar os outros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;maginar as coisas melhor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;aças de várias cores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;mbora sejamos todos diferentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nteriormente somos iguais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;êm o direito de estudar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;lhar em frente o futuro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ensação de bom estar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;eve assim viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; criança deve ser respeitada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;riança tem muitos direitos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ir saltar, brincar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;maginar e sonhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;credite no que acreditar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;adar cantar e estudar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;orrer e respirar ar limpo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ndar a ver o por do sol perto do mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sara 4º Ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;João 4º Ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AzwuEuoRf9s&amp;amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AzwuEuoRf9s&amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930794187845625486-1465621231812178033?l=sem0708t1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem0708t1.blogspot.com/feeds/1465621231812178033/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930794187845625486&amp;postID=1465621231812178033' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930794187845625486/posts/default/1465621231812178033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930794187845625486/posts/default/1465621231812178033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem0708t1.blogspot.com/2008/06/dia-da-mundial-da-criana.html' title='Dia da Mundial da Criança'/><author><name>Turma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573529588239019988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SE5iMJiQVlI/AAAAAAAABBM/QLfUoldD6ms/s72-c/images%5B6%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930794187845625486.post-8675622137088596041</id><published>2008-05-28T12:27:00.015+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T16:19:27.278+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Opiniões dos alunos sobre o PNEP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Competências:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Experimentar múltiplas situações que desenvolvam o gosto pela escrita. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SEVgjhTZnaI/AAAAAAAAA_o/JeTKuS1v-A4/s1600-h/PNEP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207674707475275170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="107" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SEVgjhTZnaI/AAAAAAAAA_o/JeTKuS1v-A4/s200/PNEP.jpg" width="158" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Actividade:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Registar a opinião sobre os trabalhos realizados no âmbito do Programa Nacional de Ensino do Português.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O projecto PNEP é muito interessante e temos um blog onde colocamos os trabalhos!&lt;br /&gt;O pnep é conhecido por “Programa Nacional de Ensino do Português”.&lt;br /&gt;Fizemos trabalhos com o professor João e a professora Carla, os dois professores estão a fazer muitas coisas bonitas connosco.&lt;br /&gt;Eu e muitos colegas da turma ficamos a saber mais do que já sabíamos acerca dos computadores e principalmente do que é um blog.&lt;br /&gt;Fizemos trabalhos em grupo e individualmente.&lt;br /&gt;Trabalhámos vários tipos de textos, por exp.: fizemos histórias, textos poéticos (acrósticos palavra puxa palavra), textos informativos…&lt;br /&gt;O que gostei mais de fazer, foram os comentários e de colocar os texto no computador e ver os comentários dos outros meninos.&lt;br /&gt;Gostava de ter o projecto PNEP para o ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sara - 4ºAno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O projecto do PNEP é um projecto para as crianças começarem a gostar mais de ler e escrever, vários tipos de textos, individualmente ou em grupo.&lt;br /&gt;Trabalhamos vários tipos de textos como por exemplo: informativos, poéticos, instrutivos…&lt;br /&gt;Também inventámos histórias e depois recontávamos oralmente aos colegas e professores. Fizemos acrósticos, palavra puxa palavra e criámos histórias em grupo e individualmente.&lt;br /&gt;Gostei imenso de colocar os textos no Blog, ver e ler os textos de outras escolas e depois fazer comentários a dizer se gostamos ou não gostamos.&lt;br /&gt;Com este projecto comecei a gostar mais de ler e de escrever e espero que para o ano também continuemos a fazer estes trabalhos giros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Natália - 4º Ano&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o projecto PNEP criámos um blog e começámos a meter lá os nossos trabalhos.&lt;br /&gt;Podemos Fazer comentários dos nossos trabalhos e também fazer comentários aos trabalhos das outras escolas.&lt;br /&gt;Quando a minha turma vai fazer um trabalho para meter no blog fico muito contente, o professor João e a professora Carla ajudam-nos a meter os nossos trabalhos no blog.&lt;br /&gt;O interessante é que já visitaram o nosso blog muitos pessoas. Acho isso muito fixe, quanto mais visitantes melhor para o nosso blog, daqui a algum tempo vão ter mais visitantes e o nosso blog vai ficar muito conhecido.&lt;br /&gt;No nosso blog colocamos vários tipos de textos: recontamos histórias, criamos textos poéticos…&lt;br /&gt;Aviso importante! Fiquem à vontade para ver os nossos trabalhos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;Jonas - 4º Ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o PNEP passamos a ter o nosso blog.&lt;br /&gt;Gostei muito de ler e escrever vários tipos de textos por exemplo: recontamos histórias, fizemos textos informativos, textos poéticos (acrósticos) e criamos histórias…&lt;br /&gt;Alguns trabalhos que nós fizemos foram em grupo e outros individualmente.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de fazermos os trabalhos passávamos para o computador e depois para o blog.&lt;br /&gt;Eu gostei de colocar os meus textos no blog e ver os textos das outras escolas.&lt;br /&gt;Com estas actividades comecei a gostar mais de escrever e espero trabalhar mais e fazer mais coisas bonitas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;João António - 4º Ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O PNEP é o Programa Nacional de Ensino do Português e este projecto é para as crianças gostarem mais de ler e escrever vários tipos de textos, por exemplo, poesias, textos informativos…&lt;br /&gt;Neste projecto fizemos recontos de histórias, textos informativos, textos poéticos, como acrósticos, palavra puxa palavra e criámos histórias, e outros textos.&lt;br /&gt;Para fazer esse trabalho fizemos trabalhos individuais ou em grupo. Ao fazer os trabalhos começávamos no rascunho a fazer listas de palavras, e só depois é que fazíamos o texto e passávamos para o computador e por fim para o Blog.&lt;br /&gt;Gostei de colocar no Blog os textos, ver os textos das outras escolas e fazer comentários.&lt;br /&gt;A minha conclusão é que eu melhorei na escrita e aprendi muitas coisas novas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Carlos - 4ºAno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com este projecto os alunos de todas as escolas que gostam de ler e escrever podem fazer vários tipos de textos e coloca-los na Internet.&lt;br /&gt;Nós, os alunos do 4º ano e 3ºano da escola EB1 de Semelhe fizemos vários textos como por exemplo: recontámos histórias, inventámos histórias, poemas…&lt;br /&gt;Trabalhámos em grupo muitas vezes e passámos os textos para o computador.&lt;br /&gt;Depois o professor João e a nossa professora metiam os nossos textos no blog. Todos podem ver os nossos textos e depois fazer comentários.&lt;br /&gt;Eu gostei muito fazer este trabalho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Lucas - 3º Ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;NEP tem um blog onde podemos pôr os nossos textos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;esse blog há trabalhos nossos e de outras escolas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;sses trabalhos são todos lindos e estão lá,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ara toda a gente os poder ver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;Fátima - 4º Ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9n52hlsz-FY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9n52hlsz-FY&amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930794187845625486-8675622137088596041?l=sem0708t1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem0708t1.blogspot.com/feeds/8675622137088596041/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930794187845625486&amp;postID=8675622137088596041' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930794187845625486/posts/default/8675622137088596041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930794187845625486/posts/default/8675622137088596041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem0708t1.blogspot.com/2008/05/opinies-dos-alunos-sobre-o-pnep.html' title='Opiniões dos alunos sobre o PNEP'/><author><name>Turma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573529588239019988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SEVgjhTZnaI/AAAAAAAAA_o/JeTKuS1v-A4/s72-c/PNEP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930794187845625486.post-7054859294201798445</id><published>2008-05-16T14:27:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T12:25:29.236+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Piquenique</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Competências:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Praticar o aperfeiçoamento de textos produzidos em grupo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Actividades:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Escrever um texto a partir de grupos de palavras dadas:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;verbos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: respirar, saborear, brilhar, conviver, regressar, conversar, correr, brincar saltar e partilhar…&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;nomes&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; árvores, comida, sacos, lixo, bebidas riacho, espaço, jogos, bola, céu e sol…&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;adjectivos:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; puro, azul, verdejante, límpido, divertidos, esfomeados, felizes, radioso, divertido…&lt;br /&gt;A partir dessa lista de palavras escrever textos em grupo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O piquenique ao ar livre&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ontem, estava um dia de sol radiante e o céu estava límpido.&lt;br /&gt;Nós, as crianças, estávamos felizes porque íamos fazer um piquenique.&lt;br /&gt;O Jorge levou a comida e as bebidas, a Joana levou a bola e outros jogos e lá fomos nós.&lt;br /&gt;Estávamos todos esfomeados e cheios de sede. Fomos almoçar perto do riacho e depoi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SC6y9rmqlxI/AAAAAAAAA9o/1p0sizmyVlw/s1600-h/XCAPAWJYBCAI3YQ07CA1R0TYLCA49YA73CA8R1QWECAA7HFU7CA6EL0IQCABIOH2MCAFBT03NCARQX7ZTCAR2WJCYCAKITTZECAEK8QE4CA3M7MY6CAOQFTWLCABMKBBECA3MD1S7CA9YKD23.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201291392406165266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SC6y9rmqlxI/AAAAAAAAA9o/1p0sizmyVlw/s400/XCAPAWJYBCAI3YQ07CA1R0TYLCA49YA73CA8R1QWECAA7HFU7CA6EL0IQCABIOH2MCAFBT03NCARQX7ZTCAR2WJCYCAKITTZECAEK8QE4CA3M7MY6CAOQFTWLCABMKBBECA3MD1S7CA9YKD23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;s fomos deitar o lixo no saco do lixo.&lt;br /&gt;Mais tarde fomos tomar banho no riacho que tinha a água límpida. O Jorge, a Joana e a Sara levaram bóias e ficámos todos satisfeitos e felizes.&lt;br /&gt;Haviam muitas árvores, o espaço era óptimo para as brincadeiras. Fizemos muitas brincadeiras, respirámos o ar puro. Brincámos, saltámos, corremos, conversámos e partilhámos.&lt;br /&gt;A relva era verdejante, a água era pura e límpida.&lt;br /&gt;Estivemos todos a conviver e no fim saboreámos um belo gelado.&lt;br /&gt;O sol ainda estava a brilhar e tivemos de regressar.&lt;br /&gt;Foi um dia inesquecível!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sara - 4º Ano &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jorge - 3º Ano &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Joana - 3º Ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Piquenique da escola &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Num dia de sol radioso de Primavera o céu estava azul e era o dia do passeio da escola, foram todos os alunos professores e funcionários.&lt;br /&gt;Chegamos a um espaço muito verdejante que tinha muitas árvores e o ar lá era puro.&lt;br /&gt;Fizemos muitas brincadeiras, jogámos à bola, saltámos, corremos e descemos o riacho de barco, foi muito divertido. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SC2nYrmqlsI/AAAAAAAAA9A/4SG4pzU7KvA/s1600-h/images%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200997187146389186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px" height="82" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SC2nYrmqlsI/AAAAAAAAA9A/4SG4pzU7KvA/s400/images%5B9%5D.jpg" width="106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De tanto brincar ficámos esfomeados e fomos preparar a comida e as bebidas. Era tão saboroso o lanche que partilhámos tudo e os papéis e os restos de comida foram para o saco do lixo.&lt;br /&gt;Ao fim de comermos deitamo-nos à sombra a conversar e a conviver todos juntos.&lt;br /&gt;Começou a escurecer e estava na hora de regressar, ficámos todos felizes e satisfeitos com este dia inesquecível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;João - 4º Ano&lt;br /&gt;Fátima - 4º Ano&lt;br /&gt;Lucas - 3º Ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Um dia diferente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem, a nossa escola realizou um piquenique. Nesse piquenique estavam os professores, alunos e funcionários.&lt;br /&gt;Parámos para lanchar alguma coisa à beira de um belo riacho. Estava muito sol o céu a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SC6xtLmqlwI/AAAAAAAAA9g/xc35-azzn-4/s1600-h/6CAZKOBIQCAH0D2FGCAUIRZ3JCAVYFSPSCAF5RXVPCAPRTTWECA2OD23DCA4M2A92CAX99CMVCASIP1JBCAAUNWS9CAFTELXDCAN56NR6CAX1U95KCAB9W3B1CAIB1R88CALXOKS1CA4BL10X.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201290009426695938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SC6xtLmqlwI/AAAAAAAAA9g/xc35-azzn-4/s400/6CAZKOBIQCAH0D2FGCAUIRZ3JCAVYFSPSCAF5RXVPCAPRTTWECA2OD23DCA4M2A92CAX99CMVCASIP1JBCAAUNWS9CAFTELXDCAN56NR6CAX1U95KCAB9W3B1CAIB1R88CALXOKS1CA4BL10X.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;zul era radioso. Haviam também grandes árvores verdes, cheias de fruta maravilhosa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SC2pQbmqluI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/G6rk_BM_ECM/s1600-h/CA328TJ9CAZ5D082CAT20D6UCAVC5M5VCASAUVMHCA5BFSL2CAN7AAXXCAKYZ3MGCANIDGCRCAHOAVL6CAR3OLI1CATJUPKDCA19FGVCCANO0M0GCACRWJU8CAV4R3AWCAEV3DEHCAEMPCXVCAH7Z161.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200999244435724002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 4px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 6px" height="89" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SC2pQbmqluI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/G6rk_BM_ECM/s400/CA328TJ9CAZ5D082CAT20D6UCAVC5M5VCASAUVMHCA5BFSL2CAN7AAXXCAKYZ3MGCANIDGCRCAHOAVL6CAR3OLI1CATJUPKDCA19FGVCCANO0M0GCACRWJU8CAV4R3AWCAEV3DEHCAEMPCXVCAH7Z161.jpg" width="48" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brincámos muito, jogámos à bola e fizemos outros jogos divertidos.&lt;br /&gt;Chegou a hora do almoço e havia muita comida, estávamos todos esfomeados, depois de tanta brincadeira.&lt;br /&gt;Foi um dia em que convivemos e conversámos muito, corremos, saltámos e saboreámos as belas frutas da Primavera.&lt;br /&gt;Este dia foi inesquecível!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Jonas - 4º Ano&lt;br /&gt;Natália - 4º Ano&lt;br /&gt;Rui - 3º Ano &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vlQMTYHd9Vw&amp;amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vlQMTYHd9Vw&amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930794187845625486-7054859294201798445?l=sem0708t1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem0708t1.blogspot.com/feeds/7054859294201798445/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930794187845625486&amp;postID=7054859294201798445' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930794187845625486/posts/default/7054859294201798445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930794187845625486/posts/default/7054859294201798445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem0708t1.blogspot.com/2008/05/produo-de-textos-em-grupo.html' title='O Piquenique'/><author><name>Turma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573529588239019988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SC6y9rmqlxI/AAAAAAAAA9o/1p0sizmyVlw/s72-c/XCAPAWJYBCAI3YQ07CA1R0TYLCA49YA73CA8R1QWECAA7HFU7CA6EL0IQCABIOH2MCAFBT03NCARQX7ZTCAR2WJCYCAKITTZECAEK8QE4CA3M7MY6CAOQFTWLCABMKBBECA3MD1S7CA9YKD23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930794187845625486.post-5011719706712779129</id><published>2008-04-28T13:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T19:11:09.662+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O 25 de Abril</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Competências:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Experimentar diferentes tipos de escrita, com intenções comunicativas diversificadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Actividades:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Após a abordagem do tema “ O 25 de Abril de 1974”, construir textos de forma diversificada como, por exemplo, em &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;prosa &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ou em &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;verso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O 25 de Abril de 1974&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O 25 de Abril de 1974 foi um dia de revolução, que trouxe a liberdade e a democracia Fez-se essa revolução porque as pessoas não tinham direitos como: ter liberdade de dar opiniões, de votar, de reivindicar e etc... &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SBiFTV4YW5I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/xcoDNrd-zjc/s1600-h/images%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195048737509497746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" height="78" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SBiFTV4YW5I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/xcoDNrd-zjc/s200/images%5B2%5D.jpg" width="110" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa revolução foi feita pelos soldados.&lt;br /&gt;A revolução de 25 de Abril de 1974 ficou conhecida por “Revolução dos Cravos”, porque na praça onde se fez a revolução havia uma vendedora de flores que tinha cravos e foi colocar um cravo na espingarda de cada soldado.&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas depois da revolução dos cravos passaram a ter liberdade de expressão e a viver em democracia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;4ª Ano:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Natália&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jonas Zanoni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;itadura é não dizer a sua opinião&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;mprimir notícias a falar mal do governo não se pode fazer &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SBsHul4YW6I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/NBNmKrb_Jfw/s1600-h/CAWC0G3OCA9DX1YOCA098DLLCAUKIUYHCARNP31UCAMJDPQ1CA7X2511CA45126CCABBYNEPCA14JLEECAR8QPELCACQD6ECCA21YQM0CAKOUT7TCAR9HK47CASH3L2BCAAYN4FOCAB93TCYCAKUPMUM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195755092125965218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SBsHul4YW6I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/NBNmKrb_Jfw/s200/CAWC0G3OCA9DX1YOCA098DLLCAUKIUYHCARNP31UCAMJDPQ1CA7X2511CA45126CCABBYNEPCA14JLEECAR8QPELCACQD6ECCA21YQM0CAKOUT7TCAR9HK47CASH3L2BCAAYN4FOCAB93TCYCAKUPMUM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;remer de medo de tudo e de todos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;bandonar o país para fugir da ditadura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;esenvolver o país a nível intelectual e tecnológico, não se fazia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ma vida de censura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;einar com o poder absoluto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;manhecer e anoitecer sem futuro à vista. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;4º Ano:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Carlos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ireitos e alegria &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SBsItV4YW7I/AAAAAAAAA1g/MRvbVuNaPLE/s1600-h/CA53XNQBCAH2V383CA17R2P9CA1M2B6VCAO8WYK2CAXV07RPCA26W7GICAX321O9CAN0YTJOCA4KTKXRCASEUOFVCAL7K9Z7CAY6W9GLCAVK2HE1CA8JIF4XCA9TK50UCAUFLAL0CATWWM6KCAMB156F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195756170162756530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SBsItV4YW7I/AAAAAAAAA1g/MRvbVuNaPLE/s200/CA53XNQBCAH2V383CA17R2P9CA1M2B6VCAO8WYK2CAXV07RPCA26W7GICAX321O9CAN0YTJOCA4KTKXRCASEUOFVCAL7K9Z7CAY6W9GLCAVK2HE1CA8JIF4XCA9TK50UCAUFLAL0CATWWM6KCAMB156F.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;moção de ser livre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;anifestação do povo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;povo é que mais ordena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ravos vermelhos são o seu símbolo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;evolução de Abril&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;gora vivemos livres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;om todos os direitos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;gualdade é para todos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;mamos a Democracia. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;3º Ano:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sameiro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;4º Ano:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kHmd2avz2iU&amp;amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kHmd2avz2iU&amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930794187845625486-5011719706712779129?l=sem0708t1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem0708t1.blogspot.com/feeds/5011719706712779129/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930794187845625486&amp;postID=5011719706712779129' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930794187845625486/posts/default/5011719706712779129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930794187845625486/posts/default/5011719706712779129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem0708t1.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-25-de-abril.html' title='O 25 de Abril'/><author><name>Turma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573529588239019988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SBiFTV4YW5I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/xcoDNrd-zjc/s72-c/images%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930794187845625486.post-9136456066702748677</id><published>2008-04-24T12:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T14:59:57.843+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas... Que Coisas!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Competências &lt;/span&gt;: Escrever individualmente, partindo de expressões dadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Actividade&lt;/span&gt;: Escrever palavras a partir de expressões dadas:&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; coisas que me divertem; coisas que me aborrecem; &lt;em&gt;coisas que me apetece guardar; coisas que me apetece deitar ao lixo; coisas que me apetece escrever e coisas que me apetece apagar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A partir dessa lista de palavras escrever um texto em que se utilizem as palavras dessas listas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coisas boas e coisas más&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto de brincar ao camaleão, gosto de dormir, gosto de correr e gosto de me rir.&lt;br /&gt;Não gosto de ter pesadelos maus, de fazer os trabalhos de casa, não gosto de fazer a cama e também não gosto de chorar. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SBB-Dl4YWqI/AAAAAAAAAzY/5Y_6wG5nIVE/s1600-h/CAZZ2TK1CA39MGOXCAOUIOTDCA6ODED1CAS0C4M4CATEGJ2PCATQHF4JCADOLW1HCAP1SGDLCA3IWA4VCA3WM3HGCAMIZCTPCAD4KR9ECAT8OJ23CAOQKXS9CA7GASEHCA5AFZ10CAN4AC2ACAWA42Q4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192788970531478178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SBB-Dl4YWqI/AAAAAAAAAzY/5Y_6wG5nIVE/s320/CAZZ2TK1CA39MGOXCAOUIOTDCA6ODED1CAS0C4M4CATEGJ2PCATQHF4JCADOLW1HCAP1SGDLCA3IWA4VCA3WM3HGCAMIZCTPCAD4KR9ECAT8OJ23CAOQKXS9CA7GASEHCA5AFZ10CAN4AC2ACAWA42Q4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto das recordações, das prendas e dos carinhos que a minha mãe me dá.&lt;br /&gt;A roupa velha deito-a ao lixo, o papel velho é para o lixo ou para reciclar, e a comida estragada para as galinhas comerem.&lt;br /&gt;As vezes apetece-me escrever cartas, poemas e cartões.&lt;br /&gt;E os erros, os maus pensamentos ou más recordações apago-os da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Autora: Fátima - 4º Ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coisas….&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de me divertir brincando, falando, pintando, desenhando, rindo, escrevendo e tra&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SBB9KF4YWpI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/kqbZAgQvWeY/s1600-h/CAC7JEISCAT2YF2JCA8G7EGNCAE2LFK7CAHIOVEXCAAZJ110CA7DQ0H1CA24YS23CA523BNBCAZ8ZIT2CAAPCD7MCA9F3QW2CAG0Y0FHCAJIC49KCABDY79QCA7BE8UJCAM4F1RSCADHH2WCCAM85LAS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192787982689000082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SBB9KF4YWpI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/kqbZAgQvWeY/s320/CAC7JEISCAT2YF2JCA8G7EGNCAE2LFK7CAHIOVEXCAAZJ110CA7DQ0H1CA24YS23CA523BNBCAZ8ZIT2CAAPCD7MCA9F3QW2CAG0Y0FHCAJIC49KCABDY79QCA7BE8UJCAM4F1RSCADHH2WCCAM85LAS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;balhando com os amigos.&lt;br /&gt;Não gosto que me aborreçam com coisas malditas, como tratarem-me mal, gozarem-me e mentirem-me.&lt;br /&gt;Muitas das vezes, apetece-me guardar tudo, como recordações, brinquedos e roupas, mas a casa fica tão cheia que tenho de deitar coisas ao lixo, como por exemplo, roupas rotas e objectos partidos. Também podemos dar roupas novas que nos ficam pequenas e brinquedos a pessoas que necessitam ou à família.&lt;br /&gt;Quando não tenho nada para fazer, apetece-me escrever cartas de amor, composições, copiar textos de poesia, escrever poemas e ler.&lt;br /&gt;Apetece-me apagar os erros que escrevo e os pesadelos que às vezes tenho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Natália - 4º Ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um Menino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As coisas que me divertem é jogar à bola, fazer bolos, andar de bicicleta e ajudar os outros. Mas há uma coisa que me aborrece muito, que é às vezes não ter companhia para brincar e ter de brincar sozinho.&lt;br /&gt;Há coisas que me apetece guardar um prémio do melhor desenhador e um prémio do melhor jogador de futebol. Apetece-me deitar ao lixo um pássaro chato que tenho em casa, u&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SBCAsV4YWrI/AAAAAAAAAzg/WgoUSrPpaKE/s1600-h/CAXNF70CCAF2H2O8CATND6EFCAIPN6OFCAG44RP0CA6YLSUPCAIN1NPWCA1G58A1CA1Q8SRVCA85YKWCCA0ITOP3CASDZPLHCASJG96PCA1D4MEXCAFJV86XCAXYAIRLCAIT5EQSCAZVEPR4CA6IVEJE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192791869634402994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SBCAsV4YWrI/AAAAAAAAAzg/WgoUSrPpaKE/s320/CAXNF70CCAF2H2O8CATND6EFCAIPN6OFCAG44RP0CA6YLSUPCAIN1NPWCA1G58A1CA1Q8SRVCA85YKWCCA0ITOP3CASDZPLHCASJG96PCA1D4MEXCAFJV86XCAXYAIRLCAIT5EQSCAZVEPR4CA6IVEJE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ma televisão velha e um boneco.&lt;br /&gt;Apetece-me escrever que gosto muito do meu pai, da minha mãe e do meu irmão. Mas também, há coisas que me apetece apagar, uma foi quando atropelei um senhor de bicicleta e outra foi quando me fechei na casa de banho e não conseguia sair, isto quando era mais pequeno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;João António - 4º ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Coisas da minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há coisas que me divertem e aborrecem, outras que me apetece guardar, deitar ao lixo escrever e apagar.&lt;br /&gt;Apetece-me brincar com os meus amigos, ler, estudar gramática, matemática e crescer. Aborrece-me bater nos meus amigos, zangar-me com eles, mentir sem ser o dia das me&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SBCBUV4YWsI/AAAAAAAAAzo/RCcrWq7LG9Y/s1600-h/CAUAVTS5CAK61ZSQCAXNTWRWCABDDZAFCANB8H52CAU5VMDACA2SFJ4JCADYOWR4CARS713NCAEH7UXFCA7ABHGSCAG1R6OLCAWSNTSVCARPHVSYCAM4MWF7CA81FQA2CA115RHZCATFJVLHCA3SZLAJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192792556829170370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SBCBUV4YWsI/AAAAAAAAAzo/RCcrWq7LG9Y/s320/CAUAVTS5CAK61ZSQCAXNTWRWCABDDZAFCANB8H52CAU5VMDACA2SFJ4JCADYOWR4CARS713NCAEH7UXFCA7ABHGSCAG1R6OLCAWSNTSVCARPHVSYCAM4MWF7CA81FQA2CA115RHZCATFJVLHCA3SZLAJ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ntiras e corridas.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de guardar os amigos, a família e as boas recordações. Apetece-me deitar ao lixo os erros que dou, os inimigos e as coisas velhas.&lt;br /&gt;Adoro escrever poemas de amor, diários secretos, composições e ler. Mas há coisas que queria apagar do passado, como por exemplo erros nas fichas de avaliação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sameiro - 3º Ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/69YPsD4T1ig&amp;amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/69YPsD4T1ig&amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930794187845625486-9136456066702748677?l=sem0708t1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem0708t1.blogspot.com/feeds/9136456066702748677/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930794187845625486&amp;postID=9136456066702748677' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930794187845625486/posts/default/9136456066702748677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930794187845625486/posts/default/9136456066702748677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem0708t1.blogspot.com/2008/04/coisas.html' title='Coisas... Que Coisas!?'/><author><name>Turma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573529588239019988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/SBB-Dl4YWqI/AAAAAAAAAzY/5Y_6wG5nIVE/s72-c/CAZZ2TK1CA39MGOXCAOUIOTDCA6ODED1CAS0C4M4CATEGJ2PCATQHF4JCADOLW1HCAP1SGDLCA3IWA4VCA3WM3HGCAMIZCTPCAD4KR9ECAT8OJ23CAOQKXS9CA7GASEHCA5AFZ10CAN4AC2ACAWA42Q4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930794187845625486.post-5013004821233364623</id><published>2008-04-11T12:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T09:27:04.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Páscoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Competência:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Registar o texto trabalhado, cuidando da sua apresentação gráfica, e integrá-lo em circuitos comunicativos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Actividade:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Descrever a Páscoa na minha aldeia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A missa Pascal, celebrou-se mais cedo do que o costume. Às oito horas da manhã a igreja já estava cheia de pessoas e expostas duas lindas cruzes enfeitadas com orquídeas. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R__se_x9xqI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/EnUubIaCqlY/s1600-h/0k0qa8aster021%255B1%255D%5B1%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188125313015334562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R__se_x9xqI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/EnUubIaCqlY/s200/0k0qa8aster021%255B1%255D%5B1%5D.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logo que a missa terminou, os sinos tocaram e ouviram-se os primeiros foguetes a estoirar.&lt;br /&gt;Nesse Domingo as famílias ficaram todas em casa, pois a cruz ia visitar as casas todas.&lt;br /&gt;Na minha rua, logo pela manhã estavam as pessoas à porta, pois já se ouviam os foguetes muito próximos e o tilintar das campainhas que acompanhavam a cruz. Todas as pessoas tinham enfeitado o chão da entrada da casa com muitas flores.&lt;br /&gt;À hora do almoço todas as cruzes recolheram a casa do mordomo para almoçarem juntos.&lt;br /&gt;Às três horas da tarde tocaram novamente os sinos, para anunciar que a cruz ia recomeçar a visita Pascal.&lt;br /&gt;Por volta das dezasseis horas, passou a cruz na minha casa.&lt;br /&gt;Durante o resto da tarde percorreram as restantes ruas da aldeia, acompanhados sempre por foguetes a estoirar e as campainhas a tocar.&lt;br /&gt;Aproximadamente às sete horas da tarde, terminaram a visita Pascal e reuniram-se na entrada da rua que vai directa à igreja. Acompanhados por gente da aldeia foram entregar as cruzes à igreja e terminar a festa com as últimas cerimónias.&lt;br /&gt;Acho que a Páscoa é muito bonita porque nesse dia come-se muitos ovos de chocolate, de galinha pintados e muitos doces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Autor: José Carlos (4º Ano)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Apresentação gráfica: Jonas Zanoni (4º Ano)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930794187845625486-5013004821233364623?l=sem0708t1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem0708t1.blogspot.com/feeds/5013004821233364623/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930794187845625486&amp;postID=5013004821233364623' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930794187845625486/posts/default/5013004821233364623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930794187845625486/posts/default/5013004821233364623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem0708t1.blogspot.com/2008/04/pscoa-na-minha-aldeia.html' title='A Páscoa'/><author><name>Turma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573529588239019988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R__se_x9xqI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/EnUubIaCqlY/s72-c/0k0qa8aster021%255B1%255D%5B1%5D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930794187845625486.post-3834758014952368805</id><published>2008-04-06T00:28:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T12:44:07.425+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Receita</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Competência:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Conhecer a estrutura de um Texto Instrucional&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Actividade:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Análise da estrutura de Textos Instrucionais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ao estudarmos os &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Textos Instrucionais&lt;/span&gt;, estivemos a analisar a receita do “Bolo de Mármore”, surgiu daí uma proposta muito interessante, que foi fazer uma receita “Para perder medos”. O resultado foi o seguinte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;RECEITA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARA PERDER MEDOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185908002535159346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="104" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R_gL2ij2tjI/AAAAAAAAAoc/8iVZc5C3-vQ/s320/tn_fantasmas_9%5B1%5D.jpg" width="111" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ingredientes:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;2 chávenas de &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;fé &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1kg de &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;coragem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;500g de &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;alegria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;400g de &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;paciência &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2 chávenas de &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;esperança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2 chávenas de &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1kg de &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;fortaleza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2 chávenas de &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;calma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2 colheres de sopa de &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;relaxamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Preparação:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro junta-se a coragem com a fortaleza e mistura-se muito bem até ficar consistente.&lt;br /&gt;De seguida acrescentamos duas chávenas de fé e duas chávenas de esperança.&lt;br /&gt;Vai-se juntando alternadamente a paciência e a calma.&lt;br /&gt;Derrete-se a alegria com o amor e junta-se lentamente aos outros ingredientes.&lt;br /&gt;Por fim deitam-se uns pozinhos de relaxamento e o medo desaparece. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Queres ver um outros textos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://nai0708t30.blogspot.com/2008/04/receita-notcia-lengalenga-ou-poesia.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://gon0708t3.blogspot.com/2008/04/acrstico.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://oc0708t17.blogspot.com/2008/04/t-elma-o-meu-nome-e-legante-eu-sou-l.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Mais ainda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930794187845625486-3834758014952368805?l=sem0708t1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem0708t1.blogspot.com/feeds/3834758014952368805/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930794187845625486&amp;postID=3834758014952368805' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930794187845625486/posts/default/3834758014952368805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930794187845625486/posts/default/3834758014952368805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem0708t1.blogspot.com/2008/04/objectivo-conhecer-estrutura-de-um.html' title='A Receita'/><author><name>Turma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573529588239019988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R_gL2ij2tjI/AAAAAAAAAoc/8iVZc5C3-vQ/s72-c/tn_fantasmas_9%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930794187845625486.post-7019159888124812311</id><published>2008-03-03T13:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-17T17:30:12.217Z</updated><title type='text'>Jogo Poético</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Competência:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Organizar textos segundo critérios da poesia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Actividade:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dando continuidade ao estudo do Texto Poético, a nossa Professora lançou-nos um novo desafio, aprendermos mais um “jogo poético”, o &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Anadiplose&lt;/span&gt;. Este jogo consiste em retomar no início de cada verso a última palavra do verso anterior. Este jogo poético também foi muito divertido! Surgiram muitos poemas e tivemos de seleccionar apenas um de cada menino para colocar aqui no nosso blogue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R8wkYNHugPI/AAAAAAAAAWc/54dOJkBcTEg/s1600-h/%C3%A1gua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173550070199386354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" height="138" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R8wkYNHugPI/AAAAAAAAAWc/54dOJkBcTEg/s200/%C3%A1gua.jpg" width="143" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só queria ser como a &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;água&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Água&lt;/span&gt; que cai lentamente para te &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dizer &lt;/span&gt;baixinho que te &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Amo&lt;/span&gt; com todo o coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sara - 4º Ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R8wk1dHugQI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Ebc80WnhWSM/s1600-h/amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173550572710560002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" height="100" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R8wk1dHugQI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Ebc80WnhWSM/s200/amor.jpg" width="153" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero sentir e &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Amar&lt;/span&gt; e poder&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; sonhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sonhar&lt;/span&gt; para &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;animar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Animar&lt;/span&gt; para sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Natália - 4ºAno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje fui &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;comer &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R8wlF9HugRI/AAAAAAAAAWs/4tDY4X5JocU/s1600-h/aprender.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173550856178401554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" height="103" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R8wlF9HugRI/AAAAAAAAAWs/4tDY4X5JocU/s200/aprender.jpg" width="149" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Comer &lt;/span&gt;e &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cantar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cantar&lt;/span&gt; na escola e &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;aprender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Aprender&lt;/span&gt;, estudar e &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;falar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Falar&lt;/span&gt;, ler e &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;ter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Ter&lt;/span&gt; força para &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;nadar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nadar&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ver&lt;/span&gt; tudo para aprender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;José Carlos - 4º Ano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R8wlS9HugSI/AAAAAAAAAW0/iJQ9MeXf_lo/s1600-h/ajudar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173551079516700962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" height="56" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R8wlS9HugSI/AAAAAAAAAW0/iJQ9MeXf_lo/s200/ajudar.jpg" width="147" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de ajudar as&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; pessoas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Pessoas&lt;/span&gt; têm de saber &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Amar&lt;/span&gt; é muito &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;bom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bom&lt;/span&gt; é também rezar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jonas - 4º Ano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R8wl79HugUI/AAAAAAAAAXE/Eogz88Va9Tk/s1600-h/sorrir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173551783891337538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" height="116" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R8wl79HugUI/AAAAAAAAAXE/Eogz88Va9Tk/s200/sorrir.jpg" width="101" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrir é poder &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Amar&lt;/span&gt; é &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;amizade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Amizade&lt;/span&gt; é poder &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;chamar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Chamar&lt;/span&gt; é aclamar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fátima - 4º Ano&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R81avYOaIMI/AAAAAAAAAZo/XYBEnPKXdLU/s1600-h/Sem1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173891316921802946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" height="146" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R81avYOaIMI/AAAAAAAAAZo/XYBEnPKXdLU/s200/Sem1.jpg" width="124" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vou nadar para o &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Mar&lt;/span&gt; posso-me &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;afogar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Afogar&lt;/span&gt; deixo de &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sentir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sentir&lt;/span&gt; é poder amar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;João António 4º Ano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R81aaYOaILI/AAAAAAAAAZg/WtYlDgF-fjo/s1600-h/Sem2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173890956144550066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" height="143" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R81aaYOaILI/AAAAAAAAAZg/WtYlDgF-fjo/s200/Sem2.jpg" width="162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero sentir e &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;alegremente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Alegremente&lt;/span&gt; para &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sempre&lt;/span&gt; contente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sameiro 3º Ano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ir &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;brincar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R81aMIOaIKI/AAAAAAAAAZY/BFKbnBBbkS8/s1600-h/Sem3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173890711331414178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px" height="78" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R81aMIOaIKI/AAAAAAAAAZY/BFKbnBBbkS8/s200/Sem3.jpg" width="158" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Brincar&lt;/span&gt; rir e &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;saltar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Saltar&lt;/span&gt; é deixar as coisas &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;tristes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tristes&lt;/span&gt; de chorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rui André 3º Ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R81Z9YOaIJI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/WS8ylZlEuPI/s1600-h/Sem4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173890457928343698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" height="154" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R81Z9YOaIJI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/WS8ylZlEuPI/s200/Sem4.jpg" width="107" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou bem &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;mandado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Mandado&lt;/span&gt; para &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;respeitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Respeitar&lt;/span&gt; é &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;obedecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Obedecer&lt;/span&gt; é muito bonito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jorge Filipe 3º Ano &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R81Zs4OaIII/AAAAAAAAAZI/eQFFvhxIQcc/s1600-h/Sem5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173890174460502146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" height="149" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R81Zs4OaIII/AAAAAAAAAZI/eQFFvhxIQcc/s200/Sem5.jpg" width="124" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rosa estava &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;bonita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Bonita&lt;/span&gt; como a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rita&lt;/span&gt; foi para o quintal às &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;flores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Flores&lt;/span&gt; tão bonitas como a Rita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bruno Tiago 3º Ano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R81ZY4OaIHI/AAAAAAAAAZA/jIoT6NEhxHE/s1600-h/Sem6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173889830863118450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" height="140" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R81ZY4OaIHI/AAAAAAAAAZA/jIoT6NEhxHE/s200/Sem6.jpg" width="162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero rir e &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;brincar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Brincar&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sorrir&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;estudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Estudar&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;comer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Comer&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;dormir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Dormir &lt;/span&gt;e &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;acordar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Acordar&lt;/span&gt; e aprender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Joana Isabel 3º Ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R81eMYOaIPI/AAAAAAAAAaA/Boj685imQvg/s1600-h/Sem7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173895113672892658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" height="101" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R81eMYOaIPI/AAAAAAAAAaA/Boj685imQvg/s200/Sem7.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É bom &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amar&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sorrir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sorrir&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;sonhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sonhar &lt;/span&gt;a brincar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lucas 3º Ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ver mais poesia:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nai0708t30.blogspot.com/2008/03/bruno-alexandre-eu-vou-ao-sapateiro.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;O Sapateiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930794187845625486-7019159888124812311?l=sem0708t1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem0708t1.blogspot.com/feeds/7019159888124812311/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930794187845625486&amp;postID=7019159888124812311' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930794187845625486/posts/default/7019159888124812311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930794187845625486/posts/default/7019159888124812311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem0708t1.blogspot.com/2008/03/texto-potico.html' title='Jogo Poético'/><author><name>Turma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573529588239019988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R8wkYNHugPI/AAAAAAAAAWc/54dOJkBcTEg/s72-c/%C3%A1gua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930794187845625486.post-2419152723321899113</id><published>2008-02-22T11:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-04-04T18:51:43.448+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As Estações do Ano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Competência:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Organizar textos segundo critérios da poesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Actividade:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ao estudarmos o &lt;em&gt;Texto Poético&lt;/em&gt;, a nossa Professora lançou-nos um desafio, que foi fazer Acrósticos. O &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Acróstico &lt;/span&gt;é um conjunto de palavras que consiste em iniciar cada verso com uma letra de uma palavra escrita verticalmente. Foi um trabalho muito divertido! Construímos assim o poema “As Estações do Ano”.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As Estações do Ano&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;rimavera tempo de flores, &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R78iK_K3h4I/AAAAAAAAARY/jpYilZH1cW0/s1600-h/Est1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169888469395670914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 84px" height="161" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R78iK_K3h4I/AAAAAAAAARY/jpYilZH1cW0/s320/Est1.jpg" width="254" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;ios de muitas cores,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;sto é uma alegria,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;uitos dias de fantasia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;A&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;í&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;vêm os pássaros cantores,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;êm dar muitos amores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; dias de muita euforia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;imos, cantamos e vemos flores,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; Primavera são dias de cantoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;erão tempo de calor &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R78hSPK3h1I/AAAAAAAAARA/cg80gyoM65w/s1600-h/Est2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169887494438094674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px" height="164" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R78hSPK3h1I/AAAAAAAAARA/cg80gyoM65w/s320/Est2.jpg" width="221" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; de muito amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;ios e praias com alegria,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ndamos com companhia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;ndas do mar em harmonia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Outono está a chegar, &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R78g2fK3h0I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/YLec4Ab_5zw/s1600-h/Est3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169887017696724802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px" height="170" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R78g2fK3h0I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/YLec4Ab_5zw/s320/Est3.jpg" width="223" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;so as folhas castanhas para enfeitar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;rás consigo as castanhas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;uve-se o vento a soprar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;ós crianças vamos estudar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;utono é tempo de trabalhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;nverno vem o frio, &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R78h3PK3h3I/AAAAAAAAARQ/FZ0LDypHDaI/s1600-h/Est4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169888130093254514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 85px" height="133" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R78h3PK3h3I/AAAAAAAAARQ/FZ0LDypHDaI/s320/Est4.jpg" width="267" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;eva e gela o rio,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;emos a chuva a cair,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; os dias já não querem sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;uas sem crianças ao rodopio,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;uvens negras querem sair,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Inverno é tempo de frio.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.educom.pt/pr1305/estacano.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;... ver mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;... mais acrósticos?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://gon0708t3.blogspot.com/2008/04/p-ara-comear-r-eabrem-flores-i-sso.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930794187845625486-2419152723321899113?l=sem0708t1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem0708t1.blogspot.com/feeds/2419152723321899113/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930794187845625486&amp;postID=2419152723321899113' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930794187845625486/posts/default/2419152723321899113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930794187845625486/posts/default/2419152723321899113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem0708t1.blogspot.com/2008/02/as-estaes-do-ano.html' title='As Estações do Ano'/><author><name>Turma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573529588239019988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R78iK_K3h4I/AAAAAAAAARY/jpYilZH1cW0/s72-c/Est1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930794187845625486.post-3994845789472324254</id><published>2008-01-25T13:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-14T15:29:07.716Z</updated><title type='text'>"O Segredo do Rio"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Competência:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Recriar textos, recontando histórias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Actividade:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Recontar e ilustrar o "O Segredo do Rio" de Miguel de Sousa Tavares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Era uma vez um rapaz que vivia numa casa branca no campo. À volta da sua casa havia um pomar com árvores de fruto de várias espécies. O sítio preferido do rapaz era o ribeiro que passava perto da sua casa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169877796401940258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="201" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R78YdvK3hyI/AAAAAAAAAQo/RVRByt1FFgY/s400/1.jpg" width="332" border="0" /&gt;O rapaz gostava tanto de estar ao pé do ribeiro, que à noite deitava-se na areia a ver as estrelas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169877371200177938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="216" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R78YE_K3hxI/AAAAAAAAAQg/7VYb-kYeDDk/s400/2.jpg" width="336" border="0" /&gt; Um dia o rapaz estava deitado na areia a fazer construções e de repente ouviu um grande barulho na água. Ele olhou para a água e viu um enorme peixe a dar um salto e ficou muito assustado. Ainda conseguiu ver que era uma carpa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169876980358153986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 353px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="182" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R78XuPK3hwI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ombBto2kOfw/s400/3.jpg" width="355" border="0" /&gt; O rapaz ficou quieto de medo, pois ele nunca tinha visto um peixe daquele tamanho. Mas o mais extraordinário é que o peixe falava e perguntou-lhe:&lt;br /&gt;- Olá, tu vives aqui?&lt;br /&gt;- Vi-vi-vo. Respondeu o rapaz atrapalhado.&lt;br /&gt;Depois eles falaram um com o outro:&lt;br /&gt;- Como é que falas a língua das pessoas? Perguntou o menino.&lt;br /&gt;O peixe respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;- Eu tive um dono que falava muitas vezes comigo, ele dava-me muita comida. Eu fui crescendo e já não cabia no aquário onde ele me pôs, por isso tive de me ir embora.&lt;br /&gt;O rapaz e o peixe fizeram um acordo, ninguém podia saber que ele falava com um peixe porque se soubessem achavam que ele era maluco. E o peixe ficou a viver no ribeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169876477846980338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="203" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R78XQ_K3hvI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ZfaZuE8HDmQ/s400/4.jpg" width="357" border="0" /&gt; O Rapaz e o peixe foram ficando amigos e aprendendo a brincar juntos.&lt;br /&gt;Nos dias quentes de Verão mergulhavam juntos dentro de água, o rapaz agarrado à cauda do peixe, que nadava à superfície e o arrastava com toda a força como se fosse um barco a motor.&lt;br /&gt;Nas noites de muito calor, o rapaz descia a janela do seu quarto e ia até ao ribeiro e ficava a conversar com o seu amigo peixe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159409811386972722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="185" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R5nn40JiujI/AAAAAAAAAKg/taQwuessxwI/s400/fot+5.JPG" width="350" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chegou o Outono e o sol continuava a brilhar, os dias muito quentes... e nem uma gota de chuva! As culturas precisavam de chuva para crescer e as árvores para darem frutos.&lt;br /&gt;Uma noite o menino saiu da cama para ir beber água e ouviu uma conversa dos pais. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169875936681101026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 356px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="221" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R78WxfK3huI/AAAAAAAAAQI/A3IxI75o6rc/s400/6.jpg" width="371" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;O rapaz ouviu os pais a dizer que estavam a ficar sem comida devido à seca. A mãe lembrou-se que tinha visto um peixe muito grande no ribeiro perto da casa e, se o pescassem, ficariam com comida para algum tempo. O menino ao ouvir isto foi avisar e contou-lhe o que se passava e disse-lhe:&lt;br /&gt;- Tens de fugir já esta noite. Daqui a um bocado, logo que romper o dia, o meu pai estará aqui para montar a rede e, se tu não tiveres fugido, ficas preso.&lt;br /&gt;Os dois a amigos despediram-se com algumas lágrimas nos olhos. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169875545839077074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="223" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R78WavK3htI/AAAAAAAAAQA/kKZYzySf4Hg/s400/7.jpg" width="350" border="0" /&gt; Já tinham passado duas semanas que o peixe se tinha ido embora e, uma noite, o peixe voltou a aparecer no ribeiro. O menino quando o viu foi a correr para o ribeiro e entrou pela água adentro e abraçou o peixe.&lt;br /&gt;O peixe voltou cheio de latas de conserva para dar à família do rapaz que, assim, já não precisavam de o pescar, e o peixe poderia voltar a viver ali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169875073392674498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="223" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R78V_PK3hsI/AAAAAAAAAP4/bwGZhWNexy4/s400/8.jpg" width="351" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;O peixe contou ao rapaz como tinha conseguido trazer a comida. Disse-lhe que foram duas raposas que o ajudaram a puxar a rede com todas as latas de um pequeno barco de marinheiro. Depois de ouvir a história do peixe, o rapaz disse:&lt;br /&gt;- Fantástico, fantástico! Nós estamos salvos e tu também estás salvo. Amanhã vou contar ao meu pai que foste tu que nos salvastes.&lt;br /&gt;E assim fez o rapaz no dia seguinte. O pai e a mãe nem queriam acreditar naquele milagre. O pai mandou colocar uma placa no rio a dizer “Proibido pescar neste local”. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169874635306010290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="231" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R78VlvK3hrI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Tp3-zOzdpCw/s400/9.jpg" width="356" border="0" /&gt; No dia seguinte o rapaz também fez uma tabuleta que colocou no ribeiro a dizer “Este rio tem um segredo e este segredo é só meu”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169873862211896994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="216" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R78U4vK3hqI/AAAAAAAAAPo/9klEh9hRhj0/s400/10.jpg" width="362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://moodle.eps-mestre-avis.rcts.pt/mod/resource/view.php?id=295"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;... saber mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930794187845625486-3994845789472324254?l=sem0708t1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sem0708t1.blogspot.com/feeds/3994845789472324254/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4930794187845625486&amp;postID=3994845789472324254' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930794187845625486/posts/default/3994845789472324254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930794187845625486/posts/default/3994845789472324254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sem0708t1.blogspot.com/2008/01/hist.html' title='&quot;O Segredo do Rio&quot;'/><author><name>Turma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01573529588239019988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RuPfpFA66j8/R78YdvK3hyI/AAAAAAAAAQo/RVRByt1FFgY/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
