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American Story  : The Californian's Tale (1)

 

Written by Mark Twain




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【整理】--春山如笑

 

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 California, 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 was like heaven on earth. It had bright green hills, and deep forests where soft winds touched the trees. Other men also looking for gold had reached the Stanislaus Hills of California many years before I did. They had built a town in the valley with sidewalks and stores, banks and schools. They had also built pretty little houses for their families. At first they found a lot of gold in the Stanislaus Hills, but their good luck did not last. After a few years, the gold disappeared. By the time I reached the Stanislaus, all the people were gone ,too. Grass now grew in the streets and the little houses were covered by wild rose bushes. Only the sound of insects filled the air as I walked through the empty town that summer day so long ago.

 

Then I realized I was not alone after all. A man was smiling at me as he stood in front of one of the little houses. This house was not covered by wild rose bushes. A nice little garden in front of the house was full of blue and yellow flowers. White curtains hung from the windows and 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 mining camps with other gold miners. We slept on the hard ground, ate canned beans from cold metal plates and spent our days in the difficult search for gold. Here in this little house, my spirit seemed to come to life again. I saw a bright rug on the shining wooden floor. Pictures hung all around the room and on little tables there were seashells, books, and china vases full of flowers. A woman had made this house into a home.

 

The pleasure I felt in my heart must have shown on my face. The man read my thoughts. "Yes", he smiled, "it is all her work, everything in this room has felt the touch of her hand."

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作者: jacobhuang    时间: 2008-3-8 12:58

homework

Now weekly the special English program American stories. Our story today is called the CA's tale. it was written by Mark Twain, here is Shxx Nxx with the story.

When I was young, I went to look for gold in CA, I never found enough to make me rich, but I did discover our beautiful part of the country. It was call the Stanislaus, the Stanislaus was like heaven on earth. It had bright green hills, and deep forests where soft wind touched the trees. Other men also look for gold, and reached the Stanislaus hills of CA many years before I did, they here build a town in the valley with side walk, stores, banks and schools. they had also built pretty little houses for their families.

 At first they found a lot gold in the Stanislaus hills, but their good luck didn't last. After a few years, the gold disappeared, by the time I reached the Stanislaus all the people were gone to xxx in the street and little houses were covered by wild xx bushes, only the sound of insects filled the air as I went through the empty town that summer day so long ago.

Then I realized I was not alone after all. A man was smiling at me as he stood in front of one of the little houses. This house was not covered wild xx bushes. a nice garden in front of was full of blue and yellow flowers. Quite curtains hang from the window flowed in the soft summer wind, still smiling, the man opened the door of his house and motions to me. I went inside, and could not believe my eyes. I had been lived for weeks in rough mining camps with other gold miners. we slept on the hard ground it can't be from cold metal place and spent our days in the difficult search for gold. here in this little, my spirit seems to come to life again. I saw a bright rug on this shining wood floor. Pictures hang all around the room and on little tables there were seashell, books, and china vessels full of flowers. A women had made this house into a home. The pleasure I felt in my heart must had shown in my face. The man read my thoughts, yes, he smiled, it was all her work, everything in this room has felt the touch of her hand. [ 本帖最后由 jacobhuang 于 2008-3-8 12:59 编辑 ]
作者: omkys    时间: 2008-3-8 14:05     标题: on jacobhuang

Now 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 was like heaven on earth. It had bright green hills, and deep forests where soft winds touched the trees. Other men also looking for gold, and reached the Stanislaus hills of Californian many years before I did, they had built a town in the valley with side walks  and stores, banks and schools. They had also built pretty little houses for their families.

 

 

 At first they found a lot of gold in the Stanislaus hills, but their good luck did not last. After a few years, the gold disappeared. By the time I reached the Stanislaus all the people were gone to. Grass now grown in the streets and little houses were covered by wild rose bushes, only the sound of insects filled the air as I walked through the empty town that summer day so long ago.

 

 

Then I realized I was not alone after all. A man was smiling at me as he stood in front of one of the little houses. This house was not covered by wild rose bushes. A nice little garden in front of the house was full of blue and yellow flowers. White curtains hang from the windows and flowed 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 mining camps with other gold miners. We slept on the hard ground, eat caned beans from cold metal plates and spent our days in the difficult search for gold. Here in this little house, my spirit seemed to come to life again. I saw a bright rug on the shining wooden floor. Pictures hang all around the room and on little tables there were seashells, books, and china vases full of flowers. A woman had made this house into a home. The pleasure I felt in my heart must have shown on my face. The man read my thoughts."yes", he smiled, "it is all her work, everything in this room has felt the touch of her hand."


作者: darlyxp    时间: 2008-3-8 14:43

Homework

 

Now, the weekly Special English program- American Stories.

 

(music)

 

Our story today is called the Californian's Tale. It was written by Mark Twain. Here is ShapeNear with the story.

 

When I was young, I went looking for gold in California. I never found enough to make me rich, but I did discover a beautiful part of the country. It was called the STH. The STH was like heaven on earth. It had bright green hales and deep forests with soft winds touch the trees. Other man also looking for gold as reached the STH of California many years before I did.

 

They helped built the town in the valley with sidewalks, saint-stores, banks and schools. They had also built pretty little houses for the families. At first, they found a lot of gold in the STH. But their good luck did not last. After a few years, the gold disappeared. But the time I reached the STH, all the people were go on too. Grass now grew in the streets. And little houses were covered by wild rose bushes. Only the sound of windsects filled the air as I walked through the empty town that some of days so long ago. Then I realized I was not alone after all. A man was smiling at me as he stood in front of one of the little houses.

 

This house was not covered by wild rose bushes. And nice little garden in front of the house was full of blue went yellow flowers. White curtains hung from the windows and flowed in the soft summer wind. Still smiling, the man opened the door of his house and motions to me. I went inside and could not believe my eyes. I had been living for weeks in rough mining campus with other gold miners. We slept down the hard ground. It cann't be colder metal plates and spend our days in the difficult search for a gold.

 

 Yielding this little house, my spirits seam to come to life again. I saw a bright rug on the shining wooden floor. Pictures hung all around the room. And on little tables, there were seashells, books and China vases full of flowers. A woman had made this house into a home. The pleasure I felt in my heart must have shown on my face. The man read my thoughts. "Yes", he smiled, "It's all her work. Everything in the room has felt her touch of her hand."

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作者: hongqipiao    时间: 2008-3-8 15:00

on omkys

 

 

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 California, 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 was like heaven on earth. It had bright green hills, and deep forests where soft winds touched the trees. Other men also looking for gold, and reached the Stanislaus hills of California many years before I did, they had built a town in the valley with side walks and stores, banks and schools. They had also built pretty little houses for their families.

 

 

 

 

 

 At first they found a lot of gold in the Stanislaus hills, but their good luck did not last. After a few years, the gold disappeared. By the time I reached the Stanislaus all the people were gone too. Grass now grew in the streets and little houses were covered by wild rose bushes, only the sound of insects filled the air as I walked through the empty town that summer day so long ago.

 

 

 

 

 

Then I realized I was not alone after all. A man was smiling at me as he stood in front of one of the little houses. This house was not covered by wild rose bushes. A nice little garden in front of the house was full of blue and yellow flowers. White curtains hung from the windows and 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 mining camps with other gold miners. We slept down the hard ground, ate caned beans from cold metal plates and spent our days in the difficult search for gold. Here in this little house, my spirit seemed to come to life again. I saw a bright rug on the shining wooden floor. Pictures hung all around the room and on little tables there were seashells, books, and china vases full of flowers. A woman had made this house into a home. The pleasure I felt in my heart must have shown on my face. The man read my thoughts. "Yes", he smiled, "it is all her work, everything in this room has felt the touch of her hand." 


作者: 053441    时间: 2008-3-8 17:41     标题: on hongqipiao

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 California, 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 was like Heaven on earth. It had bright green hills, and deep forests where soft winds touched the trees. Other men also looking for gold, had reached the Stanislaus Hills of California many years before I did, they had built a town in the valley with side walks and stores, banks and schools. They had also built pretty little houses for their families. At first they found a lot of gold in the Stanislaus Hills, but their good luck did not last. After a few years, the gold disappeared. By the time I reached the Stanislaus all the people were gone ,too. Grass now grew in the streets and little houses were covered by wild rose bushes, only the sound of insects filled the air as I walked through the empty town that summer day so long ago. Then I realized I was not alone after all. A man smiling at me as he stood in front of one of the little houses. This house was not covered by wild rose bushes. A nice little garden in front of the house was full of blue and yellow flowers. White curtains hung from the windows and 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 mining camps with other gold miners. We slept on the hard ground, ate caned beans from cold metal plates and spent our days in the difficult search for gold. Here in this little house, my spirit seemed to come to life again. I saw a bright rug on the shining wooden floor. Pictures hung all around the room and on little tables there were seashells, books, and china vases full of flowers. A woman had made this house into a home. The pleasure I felt in my heart must had shown on my face. The man read my thoughts. "Yes", he smiled, "it is all her work, everything in this room has felt the touch of her hand."


作者: ericzhang021    时间: 2008-3-8 17:51     标题: homework

Now the weekly special English program: American stories.Our story today is called Califonia's Tale. It was written by Mark Twin. Here is Shep O'Neal with the story. When I was young, I went looking for gold in Califonia. I never found enough to make me rich but I did discover a beautiful part of the country. It was called the Stanislow. The Stanislow was like heaven on earth. It had bright green hills and deep forests where soft winds touched the trees. Other man, also looking for gold, had reached the Stanislow hills of Califonia many years before I did. They had built a town in the valley with sidewalks and stores, banks and schools. They had also built pretty little houses for their families. At first, they found a lot of gold in the Stanislow hills, but their good luck did not last. After a few years, the gold disappeared. But the time I reached the Stanislow. All the people were gone to. Grass now grew in the streets and the little houses were covered by wild roses and bushes. Only the sound of insects fills the air as I walked through the empty town that summer day so long ago. Then I realized I was not alone after all. A man was smiling as he stood in front of one of the little houses. This house was not covered by wild gross bushes. A nice little garden in front of the house was full of blue and yellow flowers. White curtons hung from the windows and floated in the soft summer wind. Still smiling, the man opened the door of his house and motions to me. I went inside and could not believe my eyes. I had been living for weeks in rough mining camps with other gold miners. We slept down the hard ground, ate cand beings from cold metal place and spent our days in the difficult search for gold. Here in this little house, my spirits seems to come to life again. I saw a bright rog on the shining wooden floor. Pictures hung all around the room and on little tables there were see shows, books and China vases full of flowers. A woman had made this house into a home. The pleasure I felt in my heart must have shown on my face, the man read my thoughts. "Yes",he smiled,"It is all her work, everything in this room has felt the touch of her hand."

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作者: cm_zhyun    时间: 2008-3-8 18:22

now the weekly special english program American Stories. Our story today is called Californian 's tale. it was written by Mark Twain. Here is Shep O'Neo with the story. When i was young, I went to looking for gold in California. I never found enough to make me rich, but I did discover beautiful part of the county. It was called, SL , SL was liked a heaven on earth. It had bright green and deep forest wiht the soft wind touched the trees. Other man also looked for gold and reached SL here California/ many years before i did. they had built the town in SL in with the sidewalk, banks and schools. they also built pretty little houses for their families. At first, they found a lot of gold in Stannes but their good luck did not last. After a few years, the gold disappered. but the time i reached S all the poeple were gone too. grass now grow in the steet and little houses were covered by the wild root bushes, only insets were .filled in the air as i walked through the empty town in that summer day so long ago. Then,i realaized i was not alone at all. a man smiling at me, as he stood in fornt of one of liitle houses, this house was not covered by wild gras bushed, a nice little garden in fornt of the house was full of blue and yellow flowers. white curtain hung form the window and flew in the summer wind. Still smiling, the man opened the door of his house and /to me. i went to inside and could believe my eyes. I had been living for the weeks in the rough miling camps with other gold miners, we slept on the hard groud, ate canned beans form cold metal plates and spend our days in the difficulty search for gold and . Here in this little house, my spirit seemed to come to life again. i saw bright rug on the shining wooden floor, picture hung,all the round the room a liitle talbe there was seashell, books and china vase full of flowers. a woman make this house into a home. The pleasue i felt in my heart must be shown on my face. the man read my thoughts, "yes " he smiled ," it is all her work. Everything in this room had felt the touch of her hand.
作者: ky46    时间: 2008-3-8 19:08     标题: homework

   Our story today is called the Californian's Tale. It was written by Mark Twain. Here is ShapeNear 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 country. It was called the Stanislaus. The Stanislaus was like heaven on earth. It has light green hills and deep forests where shoft winds touched the trees. Other man also looking for gold had reached the Stanislaus hills of California many years before I did. They had built town in the valley with side walks and stores、banks and schools . They had also built pretty little houses for the families. At first , they found a lot of gold in the Stanislaus hills. But their good luck did not last. After a few years the gold disappeared. 

   By the time I reach the Stanislaus. All the pepole were gone too, grass now grew in the streets and the little house was covered by wild rose bushes, only the sound of insects filled the air as I walk through the empty town that summer day so long ago.

   Then I realized I was not alone after all. A man was smiling at me as he stood in the front of one of the little houses. This house was not covered by wild rose bushes. A nice little garden in front of the house was full of blue and yellow flowers.White curtains hung from the window and 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 have been living for weeks in rough mining camps with other gold miners. We slept down the hard ground, ate caned beans from cold metal plates and spent our days in the difficult search for gold. Here this little house my spirit seemed to come to life again. I saw a bright rug on the shining wooden floor. Pictures hung all around the room. And on the table there were seashells, books, and china vases full of flowers. A woman had made this house into a home, the pleasure I felt in my heart must have shown on my face. The man read my thoughts "Yes" he simled,"this is all her work, everything in the room has felt the touch of her hand."

[ 本帖最后由 ky46 于 2008-3-8 19:16 编辑 ]
作者: mzhang6    时间: 2008-3-8 21:15     标题: Homework

请注意格式:三号大小的verdana字体  --春山

 

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 to look for gold in Californian. I never founding enough to make me rich I did discovery rural beautiful part of the country. It was called the Standaslaw, the Standaslaw was like heaven on earth, it had bright green hills, and deep forests with soft winds touch the trees. Other man also looking for gold at reached Standaslaw hills of Californian many year before I did. They had built a town in the Valley with side walks and stores, banks and schools, they had also built pretty little houses for their families.

 

At first, they found a lot of gold in the Standaslaw hills, but their good luck did not last. After a few years the glod disappeared by the time I reached Stanaslaw all the people were gone to. Grass grew in the street and little houses were covered by wild rose bushes, only the sound of insect fill the air as I work through the empty town that summer day so long ago.

 

Then I realized I was not alone afterward. A man was smiling at me as he stood in front of one of the little houses, this house was not covered by wild rose bushes, a nice little garden in front of his house was full of blue and yellow followers. White curtains hang from windows and flowed in the soft summer wind. Still smiling, the man open the door of his house and motioned to me. I went inside and could not believe my eyes, I have been living for weeks in rough mining camps with other gold miners, we slept on the hard ground, ate caned beans from cold metal plates and spent days in difficulty search for gold.

 

Here is in this little house, my spirit seems to come to live again. I saw a bright rug on the shining wooden floor, pictures hang all around the room, and on little tables there were sea shells, books and China vases for followers, a woman have made this house into a home. The pleasure I felt in my heart must have shown on my face, the man read my thoughts, “yes,” he smiled, “it is all her work, everything in this room has felt the touch of her hand.” [ 本帖最后由 春山如笑 于 2008-3-8 21:59 编辑 ]
作者: 春山如笑    时间: 2008-3-8 21:49

on 053441

 

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 California, 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 was like heaven on earth. It had bright green hills, and deep forests where soft winds touched the trees. Other men also looking for gold had reached the Stanislaus Hills of California many years before I did. They had built a town in the valley with sidewalks and stores, banks and schools. They had also built pretty little houses for their families. At first they found a lot of gold in the Stanislaus Hills, but their good luck did not last. After a few years, the gold disappeared. By the time I reached the Stanislaus, all the people were gone ,too. Grass now grew in the streets and the little houses were covered by wild rose bushes. Only the sound of insects filled the air as I walked through the empty town that summer day so long ago.

 

Then I realized I was not alone after all. A man was smiling at me as he stood in front of one of the little houses. This house was not covered by wild rose bushes. A nice little garden in front of the house was full of blue and yellow flowers. White curtains hung from the windows and 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 mining camps with other gold miners. We slept on the hard ground, ate canned beans from cold metal plates and spent our days in the difficult search for gold. Here in this little house, my spirit seemed to come to life again. I saw a bright rug on the shining wooden floor. Pictures hung all around the room and on little tables there were seashells, books, and china vases full of flowers. A woman had made this house into a home.

 

The pleasure I felt in my heart must have shown on my face. The man read my thoughts. "Yes", he smiled, "it is all her work, everything in this room has felt the touch of her hand."

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作者: yhjzjut0226    时间: 2008-3-8 23:18     标题: homework by william

now the weekly special english program american storys our story today is calle d 'the california 's tale' , it was written by mark twain . here is the sheponear with the story when i was young ,i went looking for gold in california , i never found enough to make me rich. but i did discover a beautiful part of the country, it was called the stannessro the stannessro now was like heaven on earth, it had bright green hills and deep forests with soft winds touched the trees other men,also looking for gold and reach the stannessro hills of california many years before i did . they built the town in the valley with // and stores banks and schools , they had also built pretty little houses for the families at first they found a lot of gold in the stannessro hills. but their good luck did not last, after a few years , the gold disappeared, by the time i reach the stannessro hill, all the people were gone to,grass now glue in the streets , and little house was cover by wild road bushes , only the sound of insects filled the ear as i walked through the empty town that summer day so long ago. then i realized i was not alone at all. a man was smiling at me ,as he stood in front of the one of the little houses, this house was not coverd by wild road bushes. a nice little garden in front of the house was full of bule and yellow flowers,, quiet cottons hang from the window and floated in the soft summer wind , still smiling , the man open the door of his house and motioned to me , i went inside and could not believe my eyes , i had be living for weeks in rough mining camps with other gold miners , we slept down the hard ground , eat caned beans from cold metal plates and spend our days in the difficult search for gold , here in this little house , my spirits seem to come to life again i saw a bright logo on the shineing wooden floor , pictures hang all around the room and on little tables there were seashells ,books and china visas full of flowers , a woman had made this house into a home , the pleasure i felt in my heart must had shown on my face , the man red my thoughts "yes "he smiled ,it is all her work , everything in this room has felt the touch of her hand
作者: whongxy    时间: 2008-3-8 23:56     标题: homework

now the weekly specail english program,american stories. our story today is called THE CALIFLIAN TALE'S it was written by mark twin ,HER IS XXwith story when i was young ,i want looking for gold in califlian,i never found engough to rich to me ,but i did dicovery

 

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作者: leslieyee    时间: 2008-3-9 03:59

Homework

Now the weekly Special English program American stories.

Our story today is called 'The California'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 California.I never found enough to make me rich.But i did discovered of beautiful part of the country.It was called Stanislaus Hills

The Stanislaus Hills was like heaven on earth.It had bright green hills and deep forests where soft winds touched the trees.Every man also looking for gold had reached Stanislaus Hills of California many years before i did.They had built the  town in the valley with sidewalks some stores ,banks and schools.They had also built pretty little houses for the families.At first they found a lot of gold in the Stanislaus Hills But their good luck did not last.After a few years the gold disappeared.

 

But the time I reached the Stanislaus Hills.All the people were gone too.Grass now grew in the streets and a littles houses were covered by wild rose bushes.Only the songs of insects虫,昆虫 filled the ear.As I walked through the empty town that  summer day so long ago.Then I realized I was not a lone after all.A man was smiling at me as he stood in front of one of the little houses.This house was not covered by wild rose bushes.

 

A nice little garden in front of the house was full of blue and yellow flowers.White curtains hang from the windows and flowed in the soft summer wind.Still smiling the man opened door of his house and motions to me.I went inside and could not believe my eyes.I had been living for weeks in rough mining camps with other gold miners we slept down in the hard ground ate canned beans灌装豆 in the cold metal plate and spent our days in the difficult search for gold.

 

Here in the little house my spirit seemed to come to life again.I saw a bright rug小地毯 on a shining wooden floor.Pictures hang all aroud the room.and on little tables there were seashells贝壳 books and china vases花瓶 full of flowers.A woman had made this house into a home,the pleasure i felt in my heart must had shown on my face.The man read my thoughts,yes it is he smiled ,it's all her work.Everything in the room had filled the touch of her hand.

 

 

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作者: shuiyihu    时间: 2008-3-9 09:21

Now the weekly English program the American stories. Our story today was called the Californian’s tale. It was written by mark twain. Here is shaper nioln with the story.

 

When I was young , I went looking for gold in califonige. I never found enough to make me rich, but I did discover a beautiful part of the country. It’s called the standing slaw. The standing sl was like heaven on earth. It had bright green hills , and deep forest where soft winds touch the trees. 

Other men also looking for gold had reach the standing slaw of Californian many years before I did. They had build the town in the vilely with side walks and stones barns and schools. They had also built pretty little houses for their families. At first they found a much of gold in standing slaw hills, but their good luck did not last. After a few years , the gold disappeared. By the time I reach the standing sl , all the people were gone too. Grass now grew in the streets , and the little houses were covered by wild roed  bushes. Only the sound in air fill the ear as I walk through the empty town that summer day so long ago .

Then I realized that I was not along after all. A man was smiling at me as he stood in front of one of the little houses. This house was not covered by wile rude bushes. And nice little garden in front of the house was full of blue and yellow flowers.    Cartons   Hang from the window and flowed in the summer soft wind.

Still smiling ,the man opend the door after his house and motions to me . I went inside and could not believe my eyes. I had been living for weeks in   candy  with gold miners . we slept in the stone ground ,eat   c  form cold miner place and spend our days busy in difficult search for gold. Here is a little house , my spirit seems to come to live again. I saw a bright   in the wooden floor. Pictures hang all around the room , and a little table there was seashells books and china vises  , full of flowers . a women had made this house into a home.

The pleasure I felt in my heart must be showed on my face. The men read my thoughts ,”yes ,” he smiled ,”it’s all her work. Every thing in this room had filled the touch of her hands.”


作者: lily tiger    时间: 2008-3-9 16:37

homework

Now the weekly Special English program American stories.
Our story today is called The California'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 Califonia. 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 was like heaven on earth. It had bright green hills and deep forests where soft winds touched the trees. Other men also looking for gold had reached the Stanislaus hills of California many years before I did, they had built a town in the valley with sidewalks and stores, banks and schools. They had also built pretty little houses for their families.

At first they found a lot of gold in the Stanislaus hills, but their good luck did not last. After a few years, the gold disappeared. By the time I reached the Stanislaus all the people were gone to. Grasses now grew in the street and little houses were covered by wild rose bushes, only the sound of insects filled the air as I walked through the empty town that summer day so long ago.

Then I realized I was not alone after all. A man was smiling at me as he stood in

front of one of the little houses. This house was not covered by wild rose bushes. A nice little garden in front of the house was full of blue and yellow flowers.
White curtains hang from the window and floated in the soft summer wind. Still smiling, the man opened the door of his house and motions to me. I went inside and could not believe my eyes.

I had been living for weeks in rough mining camps with other gold miners. We slept

on the hard ground, ate canned beans from cold metal place and spent our days in the difficult search for gold.
Here in this little, my spirit seemed to come to life again. I saw a bright rug on the shining wood floor. Pictures hang all around the room and on little tables there were seashell, books and china vases full of flowers. A woman had made this house into a home. The pleasure I felt in my heart must had shown on my face. The man read my thoughts.
"Yes." he smiled, "It is all her work. Everything in this room has felt the touch of her hand."


作者: pierce willton    时间: 2008-3-12 09:09

homework

 

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 California. I never find enough to make me rich, but I did discover a beautiful part of the country. It was called the Stanislaus. The Stanislaus was like heaven on earth. It had bright green hills, and deep forests where soft winds touched the trees. Other men also look for gold had reached the Stanislaus hills of California many years before I did. They had built a town in the valley with sidewalks and stores, banks and schools. They had also built pretty little houses for their families.

 

At first, they found a lot of gold in the Stanislaus hills, but their good luck did not last. After a few years, the gold disappeared. By the time I reached the Stanislaus, all the people were gone, too. Grass now grew in the streets, and the little houses were covered by wild rose bushes. Only the sound of insects filled the air as I walked through the empty town that summer day so long ago.

 

Then I realized I was not alone after all. A man was smiling at me as he stood in front of one of the little houses. This house was not covered by wild rose bushes. A nice little garden in front of the house was full of bule and yellow flowers. White curtains hung from the windows and 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 me eyes. I have been living for weeks in rough mining camps with other gold miners. We slept on the hard ground, ate canned beans from cold metal plates and spent our days in the difficult search for gold. Here in this little house, my spirit seemed to come to life again. I saw a bright rug on the shining wooden floor. Pictures hung all around of the room and on little tables there were seashells, books, and china vases full of flowers. A woman had made this house into a home.

 

The pleasure I felt in my heart must have shown on my face. The man read my thoughts. "Yes", he smiled, "It is all her work, everything in this room has felt the touch of her hand."


作者: 娇奴    时间: 2008-3-18 13:53

homework

 

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 California, 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 was like heaven on earth. It had bright green hills, and deep forests where soft winds touched the trees. Other men also looking for gold had reached the Stanislaus Hills of California many years before I did. They had built a town in the valley with / and stores, banks and schools. They had also built pretty little houses for their families.

 

At first they found a lot of gold in the Stanislaus Hills, but their good luck did not last. After a few years, the gold disappeared. By the time I reached the Stanislaus, all the people were gone ,too. Grass now grew in the streets and the little houses were covered by wild rose bushes. Only the sound of insects filled the air as I walked through the empty town that summer day so long ago.

 

Then I realized I was not alone after all. A man was smiling at me as he stood in front of one of the little houses. This house was not covered by wild rose bushes. A nice little garden in front of the house was full of blue and yellow flowers. White curtains hung from the windows and 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 mining camps with other gold miners. We slept on the hard ground, ate canned beans from cold metal / and spent our days in the difficult search for gold. Here in this little house, my spirit seemed to come to life again. I saw a bright / on the shining wooden floor. Pictures hung all around the room and on little tables there were seashells, books, and china / full of flowers. A woman had made this house into a home.

 

The pleasure I felt in my heart must have shown on my face. The man read my thoughts. "Yes", he smiled, "it is all her work, everything in this room has felt the touch of her hand."


作者: xin522108809    时间: 2008-3-18 17:04

now the weekly special english program american storys our story today is calle d 'the california 's tale' , it was written by mark twain . here is the sheponear with the story when i was young ,i went looking for gold in california , i never found enough to make me rich. but i did discover a beautiful part of the country, it was called the stannessro the stannessro now was like heaven on earth, it had bright green hills and deep forests with soft winds touched the trees other men,also looking for gold and reach the stannessro hills of california many years before i did . they built the town in the valley with // and stores banks and schools , they had also built pretty little houses for the families at first they found a lot of gold in the stannessro hills. but their good luck did not last, after a few years , the gold disappeared, by the time i reach the stannessro hill, all the people were gone to,grass now glue in the streets , and little house was cover by wild road bushes , only the sound of insects filled the ear as i walked through the empty town that summer day so long ago. then i realized i was not alone at all. a man was smiling at me ,as he stood in front of the one of the little houses, this house was not coverd by wild road bushes. a nice little garden in front of the house was full of bule and yellow flowers,, quiet cottons hang from the window and floated in the soft summer wind , still smiling , the man open the door of his house and motioned to me , i went inside and could not believe my eyes , i had be living for weeks in rough mining camps with other gold miners , we slept down the hard ground , eat caned beans from cold metal plates and spend our days in the difficult search for gold , here in this little house , my spirits seem to come to life again i saw a bright logo on the shineing wooden floor , pictures hang all around the room and on little tables there were seashells ,books and china visas full of flowers , a woman had made this house into a home , the pleasure i felt in my heart must had shown on my face , the man red my thoughts "yes "he smiled ,it is all her work , everything in this room has felt the touch of her hand
作者: pumpkindyy    时间: 2008-3-21 10:04     标题: HOMEWORK

HOMEWORK

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 for looking for gold in California. I never found enough to make me  rich but I did dicover a

beautiful part of country.  It was called the Stanislaus. The Stanislaus was like heaven on the earth. It has bright green hills and deep

forests where soft winds touch the trees.

 

Other men also looking for gold had reached Stanislaus hills of the California many years before I did. They had build a town in the valley with sidewalks and stores, banks and schools. They had also built pretty little houses for their families. At first, they found a lot of golds in the Stanislaus hills. But there good luck did not last. After a few years, the gold disappeared. But at the time I reached the Stanislaus, all the people were gone too. Grass now grew in the streets and the little houses were covered by wild rosed bushes. Only the sound of insects fill the air as I walkd through the empty town at summer day so long ago.

 

Then I realized I was not alone after all. A man was smiling at me as he stood in front of one of the the little houses. This house was not covered by the wild roses bushes. A nice little garden in front of the house was full of  blue and yellow flowers. White curtains hung from the windows and floated in soft summer wind. Still smiling, the man open the door of his house and motioned to me. I went inside and could not believe my eyes. I have being live for weeks in rough mining camp with other gold miners. We slept down the hard ground, ate caned bean from cold metal plates and spend days in difficult search for gold.

 

Here in the little house, my spirit seems to come to life again. I saw a bright rug on the shining wooden floor. Pictures hung all around the room and on little tables there were seashells, books and China vases full of flowers. A woman had made this house into a home.

 

The pleasure I felt in my heart must have shown on my face. The man read my thought:"Yes", he smiled, "It is all her work, everything in this room has felt the touch of her hand".


作者: stillliu    时间: 2008-3-21 23:57     标题: Homework

Now, the weekly special English program American Stories. Our story today is called The Californian's Tale. It was Written by Mark Twin. Here is Sharph with the story. When I was young, I went to looking for gold in California. I never found enough to make me rich, but I did this discover at beatiful part of country. It was called Stainless Now. The Staninless NOw was like heaven on earth. It had bright green hiles and deeeeeeeeee where softly touch the trees. All the man also looking for gold at reach the Stainlee Now of California many years before I did. They built town in the Staniless Now with sight works, stores, banks and schools. They had also built pretty little houses for their families. At the first time, they found a lot of gold in the Stainless NOw. But their good luck did not last. After a few years, the gold disappeared. But the time I reached the Stainness Now, all the people will go off. Grass now growing in the streets, and little house was covered by wild rows bushit. Only the sound feel the year as I worked through the empty town that summer time so long ago. Then I realized I was not long afterwards. A man smiling at me as he stood in the front of one of the little houses. This house was not convred by the wild rows bushits and nice little gardon in the front of house was full of blue yellow flowers. White hang from the windows and flowed in the ...............Still smiling the man opened the door of his house and moved to me. I went inside and could not believe my eyes. I had been living for weeks in rough mine campus with all the gold mines. I slept on the hard ground. Eat can't being from Cold place. And spend a days in the difficult seach for gold. He arriving in his little house. My spirit seem come to life again. I saw a bright on hte shining window flow. Pictures hand all around the room. and on the tables. There are all books and China's . full of flowers. A woman made this house into a home. The pleasure I felt in my heart must have shown on my face. The man read my thoughts. "yes, she is ". It is all her work everything in this room has felt the touch her hand. 听力实在是差啊,很多听不懂! 希望版主能给点建议.
作者: xin522108809    时间: 2008-3-26 17:28

Now the weekly English program the American stories. Our story today was called the Californian’s tale. It was written by mark twain. Here is shaper nioln with the story. When I was young , I went looking for gold in califonige. I never found enough to make me rich, but I did discover a beautiful part of the country. It’s called the standing slaw. The standing sl was like heaven on earth. It had bright green hills , and deep forest where soft winds touch the trees. Other men also looking for gold had reach the standing slaw of Californian many years before I did. They had build the town in the vilely with side walks and stones barns and schools. They had also built pretty little houses for their families. At first they found a much of gold in standing slaw hills, but their good luck did not last. After a few years , the gold disappeared. By the time I reach the standing sl , all the people were gone too. Grass now grew in the streets , and the little houses were covered by wild roed bushes. Only the sound in air fill the ear as I walk through the empty town that summer day so long ago . Then I realized that I was not along after all. A man was smiling at me as he stood in front of one of the little houses. This house was not covered by wile rude bushes. And nice little garden in front of the house was full of blue and yellow flowers. Cartons Hang from the window and flowed in the summer soft wind. Still smiling ,the man opend the door after his house and motions to me . I went inside and could not believe my eyes. I had been living for weeks in candy with gold miners . we slept in the stone ground ,eat c form cold miner place and spend our days busy in difficult search for gold. Here is a little house , my spirit seems to come to live again. I saw a bright in the wooden floor. Pictures hang all around the room , and a little table there was seashells 、books and china vises , full of flowers . a women had made this house into a home. The pleasure I felt in my heart must be showed on my face. The men read my thoughts ,”yes ,” he smiled ,”it’s all her work. Every thing in this room had filled the touch of her hands.”
作者: xin522108809    时间: 2008-3-27 17:10

Now the weekly English program the American stories. Our story today was called the Californian’s tale. It was written by mark twain. Here is shaper nioln with the story. When I was young , I went looking for gold in califonige. I never found enough to make me rich, but I did discover a beautiful part of the country. It’s called the standing slaw. The standing sl was like heaven on earth. It had bright green hills , and deep forest where soft winds touch the trees. Other men also looking for gold had reach the standing slaw of Californian many years before I did. They had build the town in the vilely with side walks and stones barns and schools. They had also built pretty little houses for their families. At first they found a much of gold in standing slaw hills, but their good luck did not last. After a few years , the gold disappeared. By the time I reach the standing sl , all the people were gone too. Grass now grew in the streets , and the little houses were covered by wild roed bushes. Only the sound in air fill the ear as I walk through the empty town that summer day so long ago . Then I realized that I was not along after all. A man was smiling at me as he stood in front of one of the little houses. This house was not covered by wile rude bushes. And nice little garden in front of the house was full of blue and yellow flowers. Cartons Hang from the window and flowed in the summer soft wind. Still smiling ,the man opend the door after his house and motions to me . I went inside and could not believe my eyes. I had been living for weeks in candy with gold miners . we slept in the stone ground ,eat c form cold miner place and spend our days busy in difficult search for gold. Here is a little house , my spirit seems to come to live again. I saw a bright in the wooden floor. Pictures hang all around the room , and a little table there was seashells 、books and china vises , full of flowers . a women had made this house into a home. The pleasure I felt in my heart must be showed on my face. The men read my thoughts ,”yes ,” he smiled ,”it’s all her work. Every thing in this room had filled the touch of her hands.”
作者: milishine    时间: 2008-3-28 09:49     标题: 回复 1# 的帖子

homework

 

Now the Special English programs American Stories. Our story today is called the Californian's Tale". It was written by Mark Twain. Here is the 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 was like heaven on earth. It has bright green hills and deep forests where soft winds touched the trees.

 

Other men also looking for gold had reached the Stanislaus hills in Californian many years before I did. They have built town in the vellay with sidewalks and stores, banks and schools. They had also built plenty little houses for their families. At first, they found a lot of gold in the Stanislaus hills, but their good luck did not last. After a few years, the gold dispeared. By the time I reached the Stanislaus, all the people were gone too. Grass now grow in the streets, and the little houses was covered by wild reed bushes. Only the sound of insects fills the air as I walk though the empty town that summer day so long ago.

 

Then I realized I was not alone after all. A man was smiling at me as he stood in front of one of the little houses. This house was not covered by wild rose bushes. A nice little garden in front of the house was full of blue and yellow flowers, white curtains hang from the windows and floated in the soft summer wind.

 

Still smiling, the men opened the door of his house, and motioned to me. I went inside and could not believe my eyes. I have been living for weeks in rough mining camps with other gold miners. We sleeped on the hard ground, ate can beans from metal plates and spend the days on difficult search for gold. Here in this small house, my sprit seems to come to life again. I saw a bright rug on the shining black floor. Pictures hang all around the wall, and on little tables, there was seashells, books and china vases full of flowers. A woman had made this house into a home. The pleasure I felt in my heart must have shown in my face. The man read my thought, "Yes", he smiled, "It was all her work. Everything in this room has felt the touch of her hand."

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作者: brendazp    时间: 2008-3-30 19:40     标题: homework

Homework 20080308 American Story

 

The California’s Tale

 

When I was young, I went looking for gold in California. 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 was like heaven on earth. It had bright green hills and deep forests where soft winds touched the trees. Other (are there) man also looking for gold had reached the Stanislaus Hills of California many years before I did. They had built a town in the valley with sidewalks and (, same) stores, banks and schools. They had also built pretty little houses for their families. At first, they found a lot of gold in the Stanislaus Hills, but their good luck did not last. After a few years the gold disappeared. By (but) the time I reached (went) the Stanislaus, all the people were gone too. Grass now grew (grey) in the streets and little house were covered by wild rose bushes. Only the sound of insects filled (full) the air, as I walked through the empty town that summer day so long age.

 

Then I realized I was not alone after all. A man was smiling at me as he stood in front of the little house. This house was not covered by wild rose bushes. A nice little garden in front of the house was full of blue and yellow flowers. White curtains hung from the window and floated (flowed) in 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 mining camps with other gold miners. We slept on (down) the hard ground, ate canned beans from cold metal plates and spent our days in the difficult search for gold. Here in this (is) little house, my spirit seemed to come to life again. I saw a bright rug on the shining wooden floor, pictures hung all around the room and on litter tables there were seashells, books and china vases full of flowers. A woman had made this house into a home.

 

The pleasure I felt in my heart must have shown on my face. The man read my thoughts. “Yes.” He smiled, “It is all her work. Everything in this room has felt the touch of her hand.”

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作者: xzgxzgxzg    时间: 2008-4-8 14:08

When I was young, I went looking for gold in California. I never found enough to make me rich, but I did discover a beautiful part of the country. It was called the Stanislaus. It was like heaven on earth. It had bright green hills, and deep forests where soft winds touched the trees. Other men also looking for gold had reached the Stanislaus Hills of California many years before I did. They had built a town in the valley with sidewalks and stores, banks and schools. They had also built pretty little houses for their families. At first they found a lot of gold in the * hills, but their good luck did not last. After a few years, the gold disappeared. By the time I reached the Stanislaus, all the people were gone, too. Grass now grew in the streets and the little houses were covered by wild rose bushes. Only the sound of the insects filled the air as I walked through the empty town that summer day so long ago. Then I realized I was not along after all. A man was smiling at me as he stood in front of one of the little houses. This house was not covered by wild rose bushes. A nice little garden in front of the house was full of blue and yellow flowers. White curtains hung from the windows and 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 mining camps with other gold miners. We slept on the hard ground, ate canned beans from cold metal plates and spent our days in the difficult search for gold. Here in this little house, my spirit seemed to come to life again. I was a bright rug on the shining wooden floor. Pictures hung all around the room and on little tables there were seashells, books and china vases full of flowers. A woman had made this house into a home. The pleasure I felt in my heart must have shown on my face. The man read my thoughts. “Yes”, he smiled, “It is all her work, everything in this room has felt the touch of her hand.”
作者: shelleychan    时间: 2009-9-16 15:19

HOMEWORK

Now, the weekly special English program American Stories.

Our story today is call "the Californaim Tale". It was wroten by Mark Twon. Here is the Shep Neal with the story.

When I was young, I went looking for gold in Carlifornain. I never found enough to make me rich, but I did discover up the beautiful part of the country. It was called "Stanislaus". The stanislaus was like heaven on the earth. It had bright gree hills and deep forest where soft winds touched the trees.

Other man who looking for gold at reach the Stanislaus hills of Californain many years before I did. They had built  the town in the valley with siderocks and stones, banks and schools.They had also built pretty little houses for the families. At first,they found a lot of golden in the Stanislaus hills, but their good luck dis not last. After a few years the gold disappear like time I reached the stanislaus all the people were gone to. Grass now green in the strees and little houses were coverd by wild roads bushes only the sound of winds
fill the air as I walk through the empty town that summary days so a long ago.

Then I realized I was not alone after all. A man was smiling at me at his store in front of one of the little houses. This house was not covered by wild roads bushes. A nice little garden in front the house was full of bule and yellow flowers. Fight counts, hand from the windows and flowed in the softed summary wind.Still smiling, the  man open the door of his house and move to me. I want to inside and could not belive my eyes  I had been leaving for weeks in ruff mining campas with other gold miners with slept **ground it ***from cold miner place and spent busy in the difficult search for gold. Here is a little house, my spirit seems to come to live again. I saw a bright **in the shining wooden floor.
Pictures hang all around the room and on little table there was seashells,books and china vises,full of flowers. A woman had made this house into a home.

The plesure I felt in my heart must have showed on my face. The man read my thoughts."yes",he smiled,"it's all her work. Everythis in this room has felt the touch of her hand
作者: sherrygaolx    时间: 2011-8-17 14:54

Now the weekly special English programe.
American stories.Our stories today is called the Calafonia's tale,it was writend by Marctuwin ,here is a shelpnill with the stories.
When I was young,I went looking for gold in Cal,I never found enough to make me rich,but I did this covered up beautiful part of the country.It was called the standers land.The standers land called was like heavy on earth.It has red green hills,and deep forests where softe wings touched the trees.Other man also looking for gold,and reached the standers land of the hill of Calafornia many years before I did.They had builded the town in the valley with side wally or stores.Fence sand schools.They had also build pretty little houses for their families. After  they found lot of gold in the standers land hills,But there good life enough must.After the few years,the gold dispeared,but the time I reach the standernish land.All the people were gone too,grass now grow in the streets.And little housese were covered by wild growed bushes,only the sound pisick fill the year.As I walk throught the empty town at summer day so long ago.Then I realized I was not alone after all.A man was smiling at me as he stood,in front of one of them little houses.This house was not covered by wild growned pushes.I nice the little garden in fond of be house full of blue wind yeallow flowers.Quite curtains hang from the windows then flowded in the soft summer wind.Still smiling A man oppened the door of his house and motioned to me.I went onside and could not believe my eyes,I had believing for waits,In rough mining caps with other gold minors we slept done the hard ground it can been from cold metal palace and spend their days in the difficult search for gold.Here is mine a little house,I experience seem to come to life again,I saw rap in the shining wooded floor.Pictures hang all around of the room and on little tables there was seashells,box and China vases full of folowers.A woman and me in this house into a hom.The pleasure I felt in my heart must showed on my face.The man read my thoughts,"Yes"she smiled,It was all her work,every thing in this room has filt the tough as her hand.One of the picture in the wall was no hang in straight,she noticed,and went to faced it,It spent bend a several times to make sure the picture was really straight,then she gave it a gentle touch with his hand.She always does that he explained to me.It like finishing pat a mother give her child here after she rushed it.I had seen her face this things so often,that I can do it just the way she does,I don't know why I do it,I just do it.As she talked,I realies there was something in this room that she wanted me descover.I looked around ,when my eyes reach the corner rope the room near the firepalce, She broken into a happy laugh in rock his hand together."That's it."She cried out ."you have found it",I know you would,It is her picture.I went to a little black shelf that held a small picture of the most beautiful woman I had ever seen,there was a sweetness and softness in the women's expression and I had never seen before.The man toke the picture from my hands and steer that,She was nineteen on her last birthday, that was the day when we married,When you see her,"Oh,just wait him till him meet her,where is
she now?" I asked."Oh She is away."The man said,putting the picture back on the little black shelf.She went to visit her parents.They lived 40 yars 15 miles from here.She has been gone two weeks today."When will she be back?"I asked. "Well,this is wednesday."He said move waid ,"She will be back on Saterday in the evening" I felt "I am sorry because I must be gone by then" I said."Gone? why should you go?,don't go ,she will be so sorry.You see she likes to have people common stay without her ""No,I really must to leave."I said friendly.He picked up her picture and held it before I eyes."Here."he said."Now you tell to her face and you could have stay to meet her and you would not."Something maybe change my mind,I then looked at the picture for a second time,I decided to stay.The man told me his name was Hangry.That night H and I talked about many diffrent things but mean about her,the next day past quitly ,Thursday evening we had visit her,It was a big green hair my nerening to tom,"I just came for a few minutes just as when she coming at home."he is explained."Is any knows?""Oh,yes"The man replied,I got a letter,would you like to read it? He took a yellow letter out his shirt pocket and read it to us.It was full of loving messages to him and to other people:their cloth ,friends and the neighbours.When the man
finished reading it.He looked at his friend,"Oh, no !you dong it getting town,you are always cry when I read the letter from her.I am going to teller her this time.""Now you must not do that H"the gray hair minor said ,I am getting out, and any littel sorrow makes me cry,I really wants hopping she will be here tonight."The next day ,Friday ,another old manner came to visit .He ask to here the letter,the message in it ,make him cry too, we all miss her so much"he said .Saturday finally came,I found  I was looking at my watch very often,H noticed this,"You don't thinks something happen to her,do you?"He ask me.I smiled"Accept it ,I was sure,She was just find ,but he did not seem satisfied".I was glad to see his to friends,Tom and John,coming down the road as the sun began to set .
    the old minors were carry in guitars they also brought flowers and bottle of whisky.They put the flowers at faces and began to paly some fanciten lovely songs on their guitars. H 's friends has given hime glasses of whisky which he met him forein.When I reach for one of the two glasses left on the table.Tom stoped my arm."Draft
their glares and take another one he was wispered.He gaven the remaining glasses of whisky to H just this clock began to strike the mid-night.H,empty the glass,his face grow quiter and quiter ohis you said.I am feeling sick,I want to lie down,H,what is a sleep,almost before the words were out of his mouth.In a moment his two friends had picked it back and carry him into a bedroom,they closed the door and came back.They seem to be getting ready to be leave so I said"Please don't go,gentlemen."He will not know me I am a stranger to her.They looked each other."It is his wife has been dead for 20 years"Tom said."Dead,"I wispered,"Dead was it isn't.She went to see her parents about 6 months after she get married,on the way back,on the saturday evening when she was almost here,the end of capture her ,no one ever saw her again.H ,lost his mind esens she is still a life .When you comes
he think she has gone of here trip to see her parents.Then he began to wait for her to come back,he get up a letter on a later and we come around visit,so he can read to us.On the saturday night she is must come home.we come here to be with you.We put sleeping draging his drunk so he will sleep through the night,then he is all right for another year. John pick up his hand and his betone ."We have done this every June for nineteen years."he said.The first year is 23 all of us,now just two of us left,you open the door ,a pretty little house,and two old man dispeared into the darkness in the startness hour.
作者: sherrygaolx    时间: 2011-8-17 15:00

homework
Now the weekly special English programe.
American stories.Our stories today is called the Calafonia's tale,it was writend by Marctuwin ,here is a shelpnill with the stories.
When I was young,I went looking for gold in Cal,I never found enough to make me rich,but I did this covered up beautiful part of the country.It was called the standers land.The standers land called was like heavy on earth.It has red green hills,and deep forests where softe wings touched the trees.Other man also looking for gold,and reached the standers land of the hill of Calafornia many years before I did.They had builded the town in the valley with side wally or stores.Fence sand schools.They had also build pretty little houses for their families. After  they found lot of gold in the standers land hills,But there good life enough must.After the few years,the gold dispeared,but the time I reach the standernish land.All the people were gone too,grass now grow in the streets.And little housese were covered by wild growed bushes,only the sound pisick fill the year.As I walk throught the empty town at summer day so long ago.Then I realized I was not alone after all.A man was smiling at me as he stood,in front of one of them little houses.This house was not covered by wild growned pushes.I nice the little garden in fond of be house full of blue wind yeallow flowers.Quite curtains hang from the windows then flowded in the soft summer wind.Still smiling A man oppened the door of his house and motioned to me.I went onside and could not believe my eyes,I had believing for waits,In rough mining caps with other gold minors we slept done the hard ground it can been from cold metal palace and spend their days in the difficult search for gold.Here is mine a little house,I experience seem to come to life again,I saw rap in the shining wooded floor.Pictures hang all around of the room and on little tables there was seashells,box and China vases full of folowers.A woman and me in this house into a hom.The pleasure I felt in my heart must showed on my face.The man read my thoughts,"Yes"she smiled,It was all her work,every thing in this room has filt the tough as her hand.One of the picture in the wall was no hang in straight,she noticed,and went to faced it,It spent bend a several times to make sure the picture was really straight,then she gave it a gentle touch with his hand.She always does that he explained to me.It like finishing pat a mother give her child here after she rushed it.I had seen her face this things so often,that I can do it just the way she does,I don't know why I do it,I just do it.As she talked,I realies there was something in this room that she wanted me descover.I looked around ,when my eyes reach the corner rope the room near the firepalce, She broken into a happy laugh in rock his hand together."That's it."She cried out ."you have found it",I know you would,It is her picture.I went to a little black shelf that held a small picture of the most beautiful woman I had ever seen,there was a sweetness and softness in the women's expression and I had never seen before.The man toke the picture from my hands and steer that,She was nineteen on her last birthday, that was the day when we married,When you see her,"Oh,just wait him till him meet her,where is
she now?" I asked."Oh She is away."The man said,putting the picture back on the little black shelf.She went to visit her parents.They lived 40 yars 15 miles from here.She has been gone two weeks today."When will she be back?"I asked. "Well,this is wednesday."He said move waid ,"She will be back on Saterday in the evening" I felt "I am sorry because I must be gone by then" I said."Gone? why should you go?,don't go ,she will be so sorry.You see she likes to have people common stay without her ""No,I really must to leave."I said friendly.He picked up her picture and held it before I eyes."Here."he said."Now you tell to her face and you could have stay to meet her and you would not."Something maybe change my mind,I then looked at the picture for a second time,I decided to stay.The man told me his name was Hangry.That night H and I talked about many diffrent things but mean about her,the next day past quitly ,Thursday evening we had visit her,It was a big green hair my nerening to tom,"I just came for a few minutes just as when she coming at home."he is explained."Is any knows?""Oh,yes"The man replied,I got a letter,would you like to read it? He took a yellow letter out his shirt pocket and read it to us.It was full of loving messages to him and to other people:their cloth ,friends and the neighbours.When the man
finished reading it.He looked at his friend,"Oh, no !you dong it getting town,you are always cry when I read the letter from her.I am going to teller her this time.""Now you must not do that H"the gray hair minor said ,I am getting out, and any littel sorrow makes me cry,I really wants hopping she will be here tonight."The next day ,Friday ,another old manner came to visit .He ask to here the letter,the message in it ,make him cry too, we all miss her so much"he said .Saturday finally came,I found  I was looking at my watch very often,H noticed this,"You don't thinks something happen to her,do you?"He ask me.I smiled"Accept it ,I was sure,She was just find ,but he did not seem satisfied".I was glad to see his to friends,Tom and John,coming down the road as the sun began to set .
    the old minors were carry in guitars they also brought flowers and bottle of whisky.They put the flowers at faces and began to paly some fanciten lovely songs on their guitars. H 's friends has given hime glasses of whisky which he met him forein.When I reach for one of the two glasses left on the table.Tom stoped my arm."Draft
their glares and take another one he was wispered.He gaven the remaining glasses of whisky to H just this clock began to strike the mid-night.H,empty the glass,his face grow quiter and quiter ohis you said.I am feeling sick,I want to lie down,H,what is a sleep,almost before the words were out of his mouth.In a moment his two friends had picked it back and carry him into a bedroom,they closed the door and came back.They seem to be getting ready to be leave so I said"Please don't go,gentlemen."He will not know me I am a stranger to her.They looked each other."It is his wife has been dead for 20 years"Tom said."Dead,"I wispered,"Dead was it isn't.She went to see her parents about 6 months after she get married,on the way back,on the saturday evening when she was almost here,the end of capture her ,no one ever saw her again.H ,lost his mind esens she is still a life .When you comes
he think she has gone of here trip to see her parents.Then he began to wait for her to come back,he get up a letter on a later and we come around visit,so he can read to us.On the saturday night she is must come home.we come here to be with you.We put sleeping draging his drunk so he will sleep through the night,then he is all right for another year. John pick up his hand and his betone ."We have done this every June for nineteen years."he said.The first year is 23 all of us,now just two of us left,you open the door ,a pretty little house,and two old man dispeared into the darkness in the startness hour.
作者: 沈慧琴_0    时间: 2011-8-18 21:47

now the weekly Special English programmes: American Stories. Our  story today is  called the Californian's Tale. It was written by Mark Twin. Here's Sheph O'neal with the story.

When I was young, i went looking for gold in California. I never found enough to make me rich, but I did discover a beautiful part of the country. It was called s. The s. is like heaven on earth.
It had bright green hills and deep forest where soft winds touch the trees. Other men also looking for gold had reach the S. Hills many years before I did. They had build a town in the valley with sidewalks, food stores, banks and schools.They had also built pretty little houses for their families. At first, they found a lot of gold, but their good luck did not last. After a few years the gold disappeared. By the time i reached the S. Hills, all the people had gone, too. The grass now grew in the streets, the little house were covered by wild rose bushes, only the sound of insects filled the air as i walked through the empty town at the summer day so long ago. Then i realized that i was not alone after all. A man was smiling at me when he stood in front of one of the little houses. This house was not covered by the wild rose bushes. A nice garden in front of the house was full of blue and yellow flowers. White curtains  hang from the window and floated in the soft summer wind. Still smiling, the man opened the door of his house and motioned to me, i went inside. I couldn't believe my eyes. I had been living for weeks in rough mining camp with other gold miners, slept on the hard ground and ate canned beans from the cold metal plates and spent our days in the difficult search for gold. Here in this little house, my spirit seemed to come to life again. I saw a bright rug on the shining wooden floor, pictures hang all around the room and on little tables, there were seashells, books and china vases full of flowers. It is a woman who had made this house into a home.

The pleasure I felt in my heart must have shown on my face. The man read my thoughts."yes" he smiled: "It's her work, everything in this room has the touch of her hand"
作者: weiyufeifei2011    时间: 2011-8-20 06:40

My homework
Now the weekly Special English program: American Stories. Our story today is called the Californian Tale. It was written by Mark Twin. Here is Shep  O'neal with the story.

When I was young, I went looking for gold in California. I never found enough to make me rich, but I did discover a beautiful part of the country. It was called S. The S. is like heaven on earth. It had bright green hills and deep forest where soft winds touch the trees. Other men also looking for gold had reached the S. hills many years before I did. They had built a town in the valley with sidewalks, stores, banks and schools. They had also built pretty little houses for their families. At first, they found a lot of gold, but their good luck did not last. After a few years, the gold disappeared. By the time I reached the S., many people were gone, too.Now grass grew in the streets and houses were covered by wild rose bushes, only the sound of insects filled the air as I walked through the empty street at summer time so long ago. Then I realized that I was not alone after all. A man was smiling at me when he stood in front of one of little houses. This one was not covered by wild rose bushes. A nice garden in front of the house was full of blue and yellow flowers, curtains hang from the windows and floated in  soft summer wind. Still smiling, the man opened the door of his house and motioned to me, I went inside and I couldn't believe my eyes. I had been living for weeks in the rough mining camp with other gold miners, slept on the hard ground, ate canned beans from the cold  metal plates and spent our days in the difficult search for gold.

But here in this little house, my spirit seemed to come to life again. I saw a bright rug on the shining wooden floor , pictures hang all around the room and  on little tables, there were seashells, books and china vases full of flowers. A woman had made this house into a home.

The pleasure I felt in my heart must have shown on my face.The man read my thoughts. "yes" he smiled: "it's all her work, everything in this room has filled the touch of her hand"
作者: Sally1217    时间: 2013-4-7 14:26

HW


It was written by Mark Twin. Here is Shep O'Neal with the story. When I was young, I went looking for gold in Califonia. I never found enough to make me rich but I did discover a beautiful part of the country. It was called the Stanislow. The Stanislow was like heaven on earth. It had bright green hills and deep forests where soft winds touched the trees. Other man, also looking for gold, had reached the Stanislow hills of Califonia many years before I did. They had built a town in the valley with sidewalks and stores, banks and schools. They had also built pretty little houses for their families. At first, they found a lot of gold in the Stanislow hills, but their good luck did not last. After a few years, the gold disappeared. But the time I reached the Stanislow. All the people were gone to. Grass now grew in the streets and the little houses were covered by wild roses and bushes. Only the sound of insects fills the air as I walked through the empty town that summer day so long ago. Then I realized I was not alone after all. A man was smiling as he stood in front of one of the little houses. This house was not covered by wild gross bushes. A nice little garden in front of the house was full of blue and yellow flowers. White curtons hung from the windows and floated in the soft summer wind. Still smiling, the man opened the door of his house and motions to me. I went inside and could not believe my eyes. I had been living for weeks in rough mining camps with other gold miners. We slept down the hard ground, ate cand beings from cold metal place and spent our days in the difficult search for gold. Here in this little house, my spirits seems to come to life again. I saw a bright rog on the shining wooden floor. Pictures hung all around the room and on little tables there were see shows, books and China vases full of flowers. A woman had made this house into a home. The pleasure I felt in my heart must have shown on my face, the man read my thoughts. "Yes",he smiled,"It is all her work, everything in this room has felt the touch of her hand."
作者: 严之敏1242    时间: 2013-4-8 11:24

Homework
Now the weekly Special English program Americanstories.

Our story today is called the Californian's tale. It was written by Mark Twain. Here is shipponio with the story.

When I was young, I went looking for gold in California, I never found it enough to make me rich, but I did discover a beautiful part of our country. It was called the XX. The XX was like heaven on earth, It had bright green hills and deep forests where soft winds touched trees. Other men also looking for gold had reached the XX of California many years before I did. They built a town in the valley ,with sidewalks and stores, banks and schools. They had also built pretty little houses for their families.

At first they found a lot of gold in the XX, but their good luck did not last. After a few years, the gold disappeared. By the time I reached the XX, all the people were gone to grass now grew in the streets and the little houses were covered by wild rose bushes. Only the sound of insects filled the air as I walk through the empty town the summer day so long ago. Then I realized I was not alone after all. A man was smiling at me as he stood in front of one of the little houses. This house was not covered by wild rose bushes. A nice little garden in front of the house was full of blue and yellow flowers. White curtains hung from the windows and float in the soft summer wind. Still smiling, the man opened the door of his house and motions to me. I went inside, and could not believe my eyes. I had been living for weeks in rough mining camps with other gold miners. We slept on the hard ground, ate canned beans from cold mital plates and spent our days in the difficult , search for gold. During in this little house, my spirit seemed to come to life again. I saw a bright rug on the shining wooden floor. Pictures hung all around the room ,and on little tables there were seashells, books, and China vases full of flowers. A woman had made this house into a home.

The pleasure I felt in my heart must have shown on my face. The man read my thoughts. "Yes", he smiled, "it is all her work, everything in this room has felt the touch of her hand."
作者: panyi1243    时间: 2013-4-10 14:59

homework:
Now, this is the special English programme, a American story.
Our story today is called "the California’s tale”, written by Mark Twain.
When I was young, I went looking for gold in California. I don’t find enough to make me rich, but I did discover a beautiful part of the country. It was called the S~. the S~ was like heaven on earth. It had bright green hills, and deep forests where soft winds touched the trees.
Other man still looked for gold had reached the S~’s hill of California many years before I did. They had built a town in the valley(山谷) with sidewalks, stores(商店), banks and schools. They had also built pretty little houses for their families. At first, they found a lot of gold in S~’s hill. But their luck did not last. And after few years, the gold disappeared. At that time, I reached the S~ hill. All the people were gone, too. Grass now grow in the streets and the little houses were covered with wild rose bushes. Only the sound of the insects filled the air as I walked through the empty town that the summer day so long ago. Then, I realized, I was not alone after all. A man was smiling at me as stood in front of one of the little houses. This house was not covered by wild rose bushes. A beautiful garden in front of the house was full of yellow and blue flowers, white curtains hung from the windows and floated in the soft summer wind. Still smiling, the man opened the door of his house and motioned to(示意……过来) me. I went inside and could not believe my eyes. I have been living for weeks in rough mining camps(矿营) with other gold miners(矿工). We slept on the hard ground, ate canned beans from cold metal plates and spent the days in difficult search for gold. Here in this little house, my spirit seemed to come to life again. I saw a bright rug(地毯) on the shinning wooden wall. Pictures hanged all around the room and on little tables there were seashells, books and China vases full of flowers. A women had made this house into a home. The pleasure I felt in my heart must have showed on my face. The man read my thoughts:” yes.” He smiled. “.It was all her work. Everything in the room has felt the touch of her hand.
作者: 偏冷19    时间: 2013-4-11 00:27     标题: HW

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.
作者: liangxiayu    时间: 2013-4-24 10:14     标题: HW

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 California.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 was like heaven on earth. It had bright green hills and deep forests where soft winds touched the trees.Other man also looking for gold had reached the Stanislau Hills of California many years before I did.They had built a town in the valley,with side works and  stores,banks and schools.They had also built pretty little houses for their families.

At first,they found a lot gold in the Stanislau Hills,but their good luck did no last.After a few years,the gold disappeared.By the time I reached the Stanislau,all the people were gone too.

Grass now grew in the streets,and little houses were covered by wild rose bushes.Only the sound of insects filled the air,as I walked through the empty town that summer day so long ago.Then,I realized I was not alone after all.

A man was smilling at me,as he stood in front of one of the little houses.This house was not covered by wild rose bushes,a nice little garden in front of the house was full of blue and yellow flowers.White curtains hang from the windows and floated in the soft summer wind.Still smilling,the man opened the door of the his house and motioned to me.I went inside,and could not believe my eyes.I had been living for weeks in rough mining camps with other gold miners.We slept on the hard groud,ate canned beans from cold metal plates and spent our days in the difficult search for gold.

Here in this little house,my spirit seemed to come to life again.I saw a bright rug on the shining wooden floor,pictures hang all around the room,and on little talbes there were seashells,books and China vases full of flowers.A woman had made this house into a home.

The pleasure I felt in my heart must have showed on my face.The man read my thoughts."Yes".He smiled,"It is all her work.Everything in this room has felt the touch of her hand."
作者: mickchai    时间: 2013-5-14 19:44

Now the weekly special english program american stroies.our story today is called the canifornia tale,it was written by Martwai,here is shapnie with the story.

When i was yang,i went looking for gold in carnifornia,i never found enough to make me rich,but i did discover a beatufiful part of the country.it was called stanislua,the stanislua was like heaven on earth.it had bright green hills and deep forestswhere soft winds touched the trees,other man also looking for gold,had reached the stanislua hills of carnifornia many years before i did.they had bulit town in the vally with side walks,some stores,banks and schools,they also bulit pretty little house for the families,at first they found a lot of gold in the stanislua hills,but their good luck did not last,after a few years,the gold disappear,by the time, i reched the stanislua,and all the people were gone,too.grass now grew in the streets,and little houses were covered by rose wild bushs
,only the sound of insects was filld the air as i walked through the empty town that summer day so long ago,then i realized i was not alone after all,a man was smiling at me,as he stood in front of one of the little houses,this house was not covered by rose wild bushs,a nice garden in front of the little house was fulled blue and yellow flowers,white curtains hung from windows and floated in soft summer winds,still smiling, the man open 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 mining camps with other gold miners,we slep on hard ground,and ate canned beans from cold metal plates and spent our days in difficult search for gold,here in this little house,my spirit seemed to come to my life again,i saw a bright rug on the shining wooden floor,pictures hung all around the room and on the little tables there were seashells,books and china vases full of flowers,the woman had made this house into a home,the pleasure i felt of my heart must shown on my face,the man read my thoughts,yes,he smiled, it was all her work, everything in this house has felt the touch of her hand




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