story

In the airport

A few years ago, there were a lot of hijackings on aeroplanes, so now people
always search passengers and their luggage at airports before they let them
get into and aeroplane, because they do not want them to take guns or bombs
or other dangerous things on to the plane with them.
Mr and Mrs Smith were singers, and they travelled a lot. Whenever they went
by plane, people searched them and their luggage, of course.
One day, Mr Smith came to the airport, and the men searched him and his
luggage first. He was ready to get on the plane. Then Mrs Smith arrived.
Se was late and in a hurry, but the people searched her and her bag carefully.
Then Mr Smith heard her laugh and say to the men happily," Oh, that's very
good ! I've looked for those scissors for several days, and now you've found
them for me ! Thank you very much !

story

In the shopping

It was winter, and Mrs Hermann wanted to do a lot of shopping, so she waited
until it was Saturday, when her husband was free, and she took him to the
shops with her to pay for everything and to carry her parcels. They went to
a lot of shops, and Mrs Hermann bought a lot of things. She often stopped
and said ," Look, Joe ! Isn't that beautiful !"
He then answered," All right, dear. How much is it ? and took his money out
to pay for it.
It was dark when they came out of the last shop, and Mr Hermann was tired
and thinking about other things, like a nice drink by the said of a warm fire
at home. Suddenly his wife looked up at the sky and said," Look at that
beautiful moon, Joe !"
Without stopping, Mr Hermann answered," All right , dear. How much is it ?!!!"

poem

A PSALM OF LIFA

'Life that shall send A challenge to its end, And when it comes, say, 'Welcome, friend.''

WHAT THE HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN SAID TO THE PSALMISTI

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
II
Life is real—life is earnest—
And the grave is not its goal:Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
III
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destin'd end or way;But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.
IV
Art is long, and time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
V
In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!
VI
Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!Act—act in the glorious Present!
Heart within, and God o'er head!
VII
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,And, departing, leave behind us
Footsteps on the sands of time.
VIII
Footsteps, that, perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,A forlorn and shipwreck'd brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
IX
Let us then be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.

story

Black clothes

Mrs Robinson was a teacher in a big school in a city in America. she had boys and
girls in her class, and she always enjoyed teaching them, because they were quick,
and because they thought about everything carefully. One day she said to the
children, " people in a lot of countries in Asia were white clothes when they're
happy . What color does a woman wear in this country when she marries, Mary?"
Mary said, " White ,Miss, because she's happy."
"That's good,Mary, "Mrs Robinson said. "You're quite right. She wears white
because she's happy."
But then one of the boys in the class put his hand up.
"Yes, Dick! "Mrs Robinson said." Do you want to ask something? "
"Yes,please,Miss," Dick said. "Why do men wear black in this country when they
marry, Miss?

poem

Mother to Son

Well, son, I'll tell you:Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.It's had tacks in it,And splinters,And boards torn up,And places with no carpet on the floor—Bare.But all the time I'se been a-climbin' on,And reachin' landin's,And turnin' corners,And sometimes goin' in the darkWhere there ain't been no light.So, boy, don't you turn back.Don't you set down on the steps.'Cause you finds it's kinder hard.Don't you fall now—For I'se still goin', honey,I'se still climbin',And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.

happy new year my friends!!!!

proverb

the softer... the longer

funny

Are the horizontal lines parallel or do they slope?

poem

God's World
by Edna St. Vincent Millay

O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!

Thy winds, thy wide grey skies!

Thy mists, that roll and rise!
Thy woods, this autumn day, that ache and sag
And all but cry with colour! That gaunt crag
To crush! To lift the lean of that black bluff!
World, World, I cannot get thee close enough!

Long have I known a glory in it all,

But never knew I this:

Here such a passion is
As stretcheth me apart,—Lord, I do fear
Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year;
My soul is all but out of me,—let fall
No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call.