<?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-28439358</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:29:37.658+01:00</updated><title type='text'>EB1 de Orvalhos</title><subtitle type='html'>Este é o nosso e-Portfólio. Aqui apresentamos alguns dos nossos trabalhos!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1orvalhos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28439358/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1orvalhos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>EB1 de Orvalhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298317609921233570</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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28439358.post-115115017789769588</id><published>2006-06-24T12:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T12:56:17.896+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A noite tem sorriso</title><content type='html'>Querem saber...&lt;br /&gt;Saber um segredo...&lt;br /&gt;Segredo da noite...&lt;br /&gt;noite que em um sorriso...&lt;br /&gt;Sorriso que é encantado...&lt;br /&gt;Encantado é o poema...&lt;br /&gt;Poema que é sobre a noite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Mara, 3.º ano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/3013/1600/noite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/3013/320/noite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28439358-115115017789769588?l=eb1orvalhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1orvalhos.blogspot.com/feeds/115115017789769588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28439358&amp;postID=115115017789769588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28439358/posts/default/115115017789769588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28439358/posts/default/115115017789769588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1orvalhos.blogspot.com/2006/06/noite-tem-sorriso.html' title='A noite tem sorriso'/><author><name>EB1 de Orvalhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298317609921233570</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28439358.post-115114999480956583</id><published>2006-06-24T12:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T12:53:14.810+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Na Branca areia</title><content type='html'>Na branca areia&lt;br /&gt;Teu nome escrevi&lt;br /&gt;As palavras mágicas&lt;br /&gt;Amorzinho gosto muito de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poesia da Raquel, 3.º ano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28439358-115114999480956583?l=eb1orvalhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1orvalhos.blogspot.com/feeds/115114999480956583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28439358&amp;postID=115114999480956583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28439358/posts/default/115114999480956583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28439358/posts/default/115114999480956583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1orvalhos.blogspot.com/2006/06/na-branca-areia.html' title='Na Branca areia'/><author><name>EB1 de Orvalhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298317609921233570</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28439358.post-115114992784657515</id><published>2006-06-24T12:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T12:52:07.846+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A águia e o menino</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Conta a história que um menino tinha um animal de estimação, que era uma águia.&lt;br /&gt;A águia passava o seu tempo a voar e a comer, mas um dia viu uma minhoca na licheira e resolveu apanha-la. Posou em terra e lá foi ela. Quando quis regressar a casa, a águia não soube o caminho e o menino ficou muito preocupado pois já era muito tarde. A águia ficou muito triste pois não foi para casa.&lt;br /&gt;A águia durante a noite agasalhou-se numa árvore e de manhã subiu ao ponto mais alto de uma montanha. O menino andava a assobiar com um apito vermelho e chegou até onde a águia estava.&lt;br /&gt;Como eram muito amigos, conseguiram encontrar-se e foram ambos para casa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mara, 3.º ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/3013/1600/aguia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/3013/320/aguia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28439358-115114992784657515?l=eb1orvalhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1orvalhos.blogspot.com/feeds/115114992784657515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28439358&amp;postID=115114992784657515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28439358/posts/default/115114992784657515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28439358/posts/default/115114992784657515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1orvalhos.blogspot.com/2006/06/guia-e-o-menino.html' title='A águia e o menino'/><author><name>EB1 de Orvalhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298317609921233570</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28439358.post-115114951440673403</id><published>2006-06-24T12:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T12:45:14.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A folhinha medrosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Um dia, já quase no findar do Outono, uma árvore reparou, com grande espanto, que uma pequenina e teimosa folhinha continuava bem agarrada a um fino tronco, lá no cocuruto da sua cabeça!&lt;br /&gt;- È a minha filha mais nova, senhor vento. Tem medo de se largar! Diz que nasceu lá muito no alto...&lt;br /&gt;- Medo?! Medo de quê?! – Admirou-se o vento.&lt;br /&gt;- Quando eu sopro, todas as folhas se soltam com alegria, esvoaçam por uns instantes no ar e depois poisam suavemente no chão. Sempre foi assim! - Eu sei senhor vento. Mas a minha filha é muito pequenina e não está habituada a cair assim de qualquer maneira. Diz que tem medo de se magoar!&lt;br /&gt;Temos de ter paciência. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Mara, 3.º ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/3013/1600/folha.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/3013/320/folha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28439358-115114951440673403?l=eb1orvalhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1orvalhos.blogspot.com/feeds/115114951440673403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28439358&amp;postID=115114951440673403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28439358/posts/default/115114951440673403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28439358/posts/default/115114951440673403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1orvalhos.blogspot.com/2006/06/folhinha-medrosa.html' title='A folhinha medrosa'/><author><name>EB1 de Orvalhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298317609921233570</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28439358.post-115114907848734196</id><published>2006-06-24T12:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T12:42:40.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Portos, fortalezas, faróis e cabos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/3013/1600/farol.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/3013/320/farol.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A acção da água do mar sobre a costa é contínua.&lt;br /&gt;Os movimentos mais importantes são as ondas e as marés. Em 24 horas, a água sobe duas (praia-mar) e baixa outras duas vezes (baixa-mar). Na baixa-mar podes encontrar, na praia:&lt;br /&gt;Conchas variadas, caranguejos, estrelas-do-mar, ouriços, algas e outros materiais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As bóias e os faróis, com os sinais que imitem, servem para sinalizar a costa, tornando a navegação mais segura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisboa, Leixões, Sines, Setúbal e Funchal concentram a esmagadora maioria do trânsito portuário português.&lt;br /&gt;São portos bem apetrechados e alguns deles especializaram-se em certos tipos de mercadoria: Sines por exemplo um porto mineraleiro e petrolífero.&lt;br /&gt;Atende-se grande parte do nosso comércio externo é feito por via marítima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há portos em grande parte de Portugal, como exemplo temos: Viana do Castelo, Leixões, Lisboa, Cascais, Funchal, Sines, Setúbal e Ponta Delgada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A terra que fica situada à beira –mar tem o nome de costa ou litoral. Umas vezes é alta e escarpada, outras vezes é baixa e arenosa (praia).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praia - costa baixa e arenosa.&lt;br /&gt;Arriba – costa alta e rochosa.&lt;br /&gt;Duna – acumulação de árias pelo vento.&lt;br /&gt;Cabo – costa saliente que entra pelo mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cabos de Portugal continental:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabo Mondego: Figueira da Foz&lt;br /&gt;Cabo Carvoliro: Peniche&lt;br /&gt;Cabo da Roca e Cabo Raso: Cascais&lt;br /&gt;Cabo Espichel: Sesimbra&lt;br /&gt;Cabo de Sines: Sines&lt;br /&gt;Cabo sardão: Odemira&lt;br /&gt;Cabo Vicente: Vila do Bispo&lt;br /&gt;Cabo de Sagres: SagresCabo de Santa Maria: Algarve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mara, 3.º ano&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/28439358-115114907848734196?l=eb1orvalhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1orvalhos.blogspot.com/feeds/115114907848734196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28439358&amp;postID=115114907848734196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28439358/posts/default/115114907848734196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28439358/posts/default/115114907848734196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1orvalhos.blogspot.com/2006/06/portos-fortalezas-faris-e-cabos.html' title='Portos, fortalezas, faróis e cabos'/><author><name>EB1 de Orvalhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298317609921233570</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28439358.post-115114888469093863</id><published>2006-06-24T12:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T12:34:44.700+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O galo e a raposa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/3013/1600/galo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="186" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/3013/320/galo.gif" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Estava um belo dia de Primavera quando um galo grande e gordo começou a passear por o campo e exclamou: boc, boc, boc, boc, boc, e foi para o topo de uma árvore como de costume, acordar as pessoas da aldeia e fez: có, có-ró, có, có!... Có, có-ró, có, có!...&lt;br /&gt; O galo tinha apenas três penas, uma azul, outra amarela, e a outra vermelha. O galo era verde, com um bico curto e aguçado, tinha olhos amarelos e uma crista vermelha.&lt;br /&gt; Enquanto o galo passeava, uma raposa chamada Matreira avançava junto ao poço, era do tamanho do galo, mas o seu focinho matreiro era bem grande para o tamanho dele. A raposa tinha a cauda e o corpo castanho e enganava qualquer um, mas o galo era bastante inteligente para a raposa, ela é que não sabia.&lt;br /&gt; A raposa Matreira com um ar de santa disse ao galo:&lt;br /&gt;- Bom dia, bom dia Sr. galo, ouviu cantar, e acho que canta muito bem! Ia agora mesmo ao poço, quer vir comigo?&lt;br /&gt; E o galo respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;- Claro que sim! Achava que eu não ia aceitar o convite da minha amiga raposa Matreira?!&lt;br /&gt; Então os dois seguiram o caminho até ao poço.&lt;br /&gt;Quando chegaram o galo pensou numa ideia para ela deixar de enganar os outros.&lt;br /&gt; E ele disse:&lt;br /&gt; -Raposa Matreira, beba água do poço, olhe que está muito fresca.&lt;br /&gt; - Está bem.&lt;br /&gt;Então a raposa, que primeiro queria comer o galo, começou a correr atrás dele e o galo disse:&lt;br /&gt; - Então, assim não vale! Beba antes água!&lt;br /&gt;Quando a raposa se inclinou para beber água, o galo empurrou-a, a raposa como não sabia nadar disse:&lt;br /&gt; - Socorro, socorro!&lt;br /&gt; O galo disse:&lt;br /&gt; - Era uma vez uma raposa! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Mara, 3.º ano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28439358-115114888469093863?l=eb1orvalhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1orvalhos.blogspot.com/feeds/115114888469093863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28439358&amp;postID=115114888469093863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28439358/posts/default/115114888469093863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28439358/posts/default/115114888469093863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1orvalhos.blogspot.com/2006/06/o-galo-e-raposa.html' title='O galo e a raposa'/><author><name>EB1 de Orvalhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298317609921233570</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28439358.post-114881690835391737</id><published>2006-05-28T12:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T12:49:35.110+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Os nossos postais da Páscoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/3013/1600/POSTAL_PASCOA_SORAIA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/3013/320/POSTAL_PASCOA_SORAIA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Soraia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/3013/1600/POSTAL_PASCOA_RAQUEL.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/3013/1600/POSTAL_PASCOA_RAQUEL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/3013/320/POSTAL_PASCOA_RAQUEL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Raquel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/3013/1600/POSTAL_PASCOA_PEDRO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/3013/320/POSTAL_PASCOA_PEDRO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pedro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/3013/1600/POSTAL_PASCOA_M??NICA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/3013/320/POSTAL_PASCOA_M%3F%3FNICA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mónica &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/3013/1600/filipe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/3013/320/filipe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Filipe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/3013/1600/POSTAL_PASCOA_Mara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/3013/320/POSTAL_PASCOA_Mara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; Mara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28439358-114881690835391737?l=eb1orvalhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1orvalhos.blogspot.com/feeds/114881690835391737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28439358&amp;postID=114881690835391737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28439358/posts/default/114881690835391737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28439358/posts/default/114881690835391737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1orvalhos.blogspot.com/2006/05/os-nossos-postais-da-pscoa.html' title='Os nossos postais da Páscoa'/><author><name>EB1 de Orvalhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298317609921233570</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28439358.post-114881618295410536</id><published>2006-05-28T12:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T12:49:49.746+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Páscoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/3013/1600/pascoa32.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" height="207" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/3013/320/pascoa32.gif" width="152" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na Páscoa costumamos receber deliciosos ovos de chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na Páscoa também recebemos &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;amêndoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Alunos do 2.º ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;As minhas férias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;As minhas férias foram muito agradáveis porque durante esse tempo foi a Páscoa.&lt;br /&gt;No Sábado levantei-me bem cedo e fui tomar o pequeno-almoço, depois fui brincar com a Raquel e fui almoçar na casa dos meus avos maternos, á noite fui dormir à da minha rima Raquel.&lt;br /&gt;No Domingo, ao meio-dia fui com os meus pais com os meus padrinhos e com a minha prima Raquel almoçar á dos meus avós á tarde fiquei a tomar conta da minha maninha para a minha mãe ir fazer a limpeza e quando o meu pai chegou do trabalho fui jantar.&lt;br /&gt;Na Segunda-feira de manhã a Raquel foi ver a minha mana depois foi brincar comigo e fui almoçar.&lt;br /&gt;Na terça-feira ajudei a minha mãe a fazer limpeza depois fui entreter a minha mana.&lt;br /&gt;Na quarta-feira de manhã fui andar de bicicleta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Mara, 3.º ano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/3013/1600/coelho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" height="261" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/3013/320/coelho.jpg" width="246" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28439358-114881618295410536?l=eb1orvalhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1orvalhos.blogspot.com/feeds/114881618295410536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28439358&amp;postID=114881618295410536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28439358/posts/default/114881618295410536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28439358/posts/default/114881618295410536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1orvalhos.blogspot.com/2006/05/pscoa.html' title='A Páscoa'/><author><name>EB1 de Orvalhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298317609921233570</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28439358.post-114881604836096777</id><published>2006-05-28T12:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T12:34:08.360+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Carnaval</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/3013/1600/neve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/3013/320/neve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;No Carnaval as pessoas mascaram-se e fazem brincadeiras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nós vamos fazer um desfile de Carnaval na nossa aldeia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Vamos mascarados de boneco de neve. Levamos um chapéu, uma vassoura, um cachecol e umas luvas. O nosso fato é branco e tem 4 botões. Vamos pintar a cara de branco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Pedro, Helder e Soraia&lt;/span&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/28439358-114881604836096777?l=eb1orvalhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1orvalhos.blogspot.com/feeds/114881604836096777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28439358&amp;postID=114881604836096777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28439358/posts/default/114881604836096777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28439358/posts/default/114881604836096777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1orvalhos.blogspot.com/2006/05/o-carnaval.html' title='O Carnaval'/><author><name>EB1 de Orvalhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298317609921233570</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28439358.post-114881564037243840</id><published>2006-05-28T12:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T12:28:28.136+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As Três Abelhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/3013/1600/abelha.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/3013/320/abelha.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Uma abelhinha&lt;br /&gt;Muito gordinha&lt;br /&gt;Chama-se Pitinha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha a abelha&lt;br /&gt;Que come lagartixa&lt;br /&gt;Está sempre na colmeia&lt;br /&gt;É a abelha Tixa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem gosta de culinária&lt;br /&gt;E de estar sempre na cozinha&lt;br /&gt;É a abelha Natália,&lt;br /&gt;Ela prepara a papinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mara Mancha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/3013/1600/abelha.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/3013/320/abelha.0.jpg" border="0" /&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/28439358-114881564037243840?l=eb1orvalhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1orvalhos.blogspot.com/feeds/114881564037243840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28439358&amp;postID=114881564037243840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28439358/posts/default/114881564037243840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28439358/posts/default/114881564037243840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1orvalhos.blogspot.com/2006/05/as-trs-abelhas.html' title='As Três Abelhas'/><author><name>EB1 de Orvalhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298317609921233570</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28439358.post-114813431586431839</id><published>2006-05-20T15:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T15:11:55.866+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O esquilo chegou a árvore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/3013/320/esquilo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Era uma vez um esquilo chamado Ri- Ri . Ele era um esquilo muito esperto e bonito e, um dia, cansado de estar sozinho, sem ninguém para conversar, resolveu ir para o bosque procurar amigos.&lt;br /&gt;Demorou algum tempo a chegar ao bosque mas quando chegou fez logo amigos: o rato Dinis e as abelhas.&lt;br /&gt;Entretanto eles convidaram-no para morarem juntos, na árvore Florida.&lt;br /&gt;Para comemorar a chegada dele à árvore Florida fizeram uma festa e todos se divertiram muito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Raquel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/3013/1600/CATGB6RR.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;O es&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/3013/1600/CATGB6RR.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 75px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" height="146" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/3013/320/CATGB6RR.jpg" width="137" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;quilo chegou a árvore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era uma vez um esquilo viajante. Como todos sabem, os esquilos moram nas árvores mas, certo dia um esquilo tonto, mas tão tonto, queria abandonar uma belississima árvore que era uma autêntica casa para um esquilo.&lt;br /&gt;E por isso percorreu a floresta inteira mas acabou por voltar a sua casa.&lt;br /&gt;No outro dia foi ver melhor e encontrou a casa dos seus sonhos. Disse-lhe assim:&lt;br /&gt;- Olá! Como te chamas ?&lt;br /&gt;- Olá, eu sou a nogueira e o meu nome é Florida.&lt;br /&gt;- E tu, como te chamas?&lt;br /&gt;- Eu sou o esquilo Ri-ri e procuro casa para viver. - Então, vive no meu tronco e seremos felizes para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mónica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&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/28439358-114813431586431839?l=eb1orvalhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1orvalhos.blogspot.com/feeds/114813431586431839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28439358&amp;postID=114813431586431839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28439358/posts/default/114813431586431839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28439358/posts/default/114813431586431839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1orvalhos.blogspot.com/2006/05/o-esquilo-chegou-rvore.html' title='O esquilo chegou a árvore'/><author><name>EB1 de Orvalhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298317609921233570</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28439358.post-114813388851728453</id><published>2006-05-20T14:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T15:04:48.526+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O  magusto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/3013/1600/automne_03.0.gif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6631/3013/320/automne_03.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt; Foi no dia 11 que tudo aconteceu: o dia de S. Martinho.&lt;br /&gt;Levantei-me ás 7 Horas, tomei banho, comi e preparei as coisas  para levar para a escola, fui no horário normal, ás 9 horas. Mais tarde vieram a minha mãe e a minha mana com passas, nozes, croquetes e o mais essencial castanhas retalhadas. Depois disso vieram os meninos de Hortinhas, trouxeram um bolo de noz  que estava delicioso, também veio a professora Gê com marmelada e marmelos cozidos.&lt;br /&gt;Nós e os meninos das Hortinhas brincámos, pulámos, cantámos até que as castanhas se assarem. Quando as castanhas já estavam assadas comemo-las com todos e quando os meninos  se iam embora demos-lhe esquilos com uma boleta.&lt;br /&gt;Foi assim que festejámos o S. Martinho&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;           &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Mara Raquel Ramal&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;ho Mancha&lt;/span&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/28439358-114813388851728453?l=eb1orvalhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eb1orvalhos.blogspot.com/feeds/114813388851728453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28439358&amp;postID=114813388851728453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28439358/posts/default/114813388851728453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28439358/posts/default/114813388851728453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eb1orvalhos.blogspot.com/2006/05/o-magusto.html' title='O  magusto'/><author><name>EB1 de Orvalhos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06298317609921233570</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>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
