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发表于 2013-4-11 00:27
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本帖最后由 偏冷19 于 2013-4-11 00:30 编辑
Now, the weekly special English program “American stories”. Our story today is called “The californian’s tale”.It was written by Mark Twain, here is Shep O’Neal with the story.
When I was young ,I went looking for gold in californian. I never found enough to make me rich,but I did discover a beautiful part of the country.It was called the stanislaus ,the stanislaus is like heaven on earth,it have bright green hills.and big(deep) forest where soft winds touched the trees,Other men, also looking for gold,have reached the Stanislaus’hills in Californian many years before I did, they had built a town in the valley, with sign work(sidewalks) and the stores, banks and .schools. they had also built pretty little houses for their families,effects(at first) they found a lot of gold in the stanislaus hills,but they good luck did not last,After a few years,the gold disappeared,but the time I reached the stanislaus,all the people were gone, to(too) ,grass now grew in the streets, and the little houses were covered by the wild rose bushes,only the sound of inset(insect) filled the air, has I walked through the empty town that summer day so long ago,
then , I realized I was not alone after all, a man is smiling at me as he do(stood) in front of one of the little houses. this house was not covered by the wild rose bushes. a nice little garden in front the house was full of blue and yellow flowers. white curtains hang(hung) from the windows and flowing(floated) in the soft summer wind, still smiling ,the man opened the door of his house and motioned to me ,I went inside, and could not believe my eyes, I had been living for weeks,in rough my linming cans(mining camps) with other gold mimners, we slat(slept) on the hot ground, eight(ate) can(canned) being(beans) from cold metal places(plate),and spend our days in the difficult search for gold, here in this little house, my spirit seems to come to life again, I saw a bright rug on the shinning wooden floor, pictures
Hang(hung) all around the room and on the little tables ,there was Seashells ,books, and china visas(vases)full of flowers, a woman had made this house into a home.
the pleasure I felt in my heart must their s(shown)on my face, the man random my shops(read my throughts). yes, he smiled ,it is all her work, everthing in this room has felt the touch with her hand. |
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