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American Story : The White Circle <1>

Written by John Bell Coliton




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【整理】－－春山如笑

Now the Special English program American Stories.

Our story today is called 'The White Circle'. It was written by John Bill Coliton. Here's Shep O'Neal to tell you the story.

As soon as I saw Anvol sitting in the apple tree, I knew we would fight, I also knew, he would win. But winning or losing was not important, at least not so important as getting him down from the tree. The tree was mine. It was a young tree, and it had thirteen beautiful apples on it. Now my beautiful apples were under Anvol's shirt.

The tree became mine the day I was twelve years old. Father called me to come to the barn to see the new young horses. When I got there, father lid a cigarette and placed one foot on the fence. He looked pleased and proud.
'Toker', he finally said, 'This is a big day. There before you, our five of the finest horses in all Virginia. Now I would give you a gift for your birthday, could you make a choice?'

'Yes', I said.
'Which one?'' he asked.
'I would like to have the apple tree across the road.'

Father looked at me for a long time. You would have to know how much he loved horses to understand the look on his face. But I was twelve years old, how could I explain my choice?

It was something about the apple tree. The color of the red apples as they hung among the green leaves. But it was more than this. It had something to do with being proud. I could give one of the apples to my friend Jennie. 'Jennie', I would say, 'I want to give you this apple. It came from my tree. The tree grows on my father's land. Before my father had the land, it belonged to his father, and before that, to his father. Now I own the tree.'' Because of this, I am tied to all my people of long ago way back the Moses and all the Bible people.

Father finally answered, ''Now, right, son, if you want a tree more than a horse, the tree is yours.'

triangelcute

homework

Now the Special English program American Stories.
Our story today is called "The White Circle". It was written by John Bill Clinton. Here's Shep O'Neal to tell you the story.
As soon as I saw Ambo sitting in the apple tree, I knew we would fight, I also knew, he would win. But winning or losing was not important, at least not so important as getting him down from the tree. The tree was mine. It was a young tree, and it had thirteen beautiful apples on it. Now my beautiful apples were under Ambo's shirt.
The tree became mine the day I was twelve years old. Father called me to come to the barn to see the new young horses. When I got there, father lid a cigarette and placed one foot on the fence. He looked pleased and proud.
"Taka", he finally said, "This is a big day. There before you, our five of the finest horses in all Virginia. Now if I would give you a gift for your birthday, could you make a choice?" "Yes", I said. "Which one?” he asked. "I would like to have the apple tree across the road."
Father looked at me for a long time. You would have to know how much he loved horses to understand the look on his face. But I was twelve years old, how could I explain my choice?
It was something about the apple tree. The color of the red apples as they hung among the green leaves. But it was more than this. It had something to do with being proud. I could give one of the apples to my friend Jennie. "Jennie", I would say, "I want to give you this apple. It came from my tree. The tree grows on my father's land. Before my father had the land, it belonged to his father, and before that, to his father. Now I own the tree. “Because of this, I am tied to all my people of long ago way back the moses and all the bible of people.
Father finally answered. “Now right son, if you want the tree more than the horse, the tree is yours."

Sunnyflash

homework
now the special english program, American Stories.

our story today is called "The White Circle". It was written by JBC. Here's S*O to tell you the story.

As soon as I saw A* sitting in the apple tree, I knew we would fight. I also knew, he would win. But winning or losing was not important, at least not so important as getting him down from the tree. The tree was mine. It was a young tree, and it had thirteen beautiful apples on it. Now my beautiful apples were under A*'s shirt. The tree became mine the day I was twelve years old. Father called me to come to the barn to see the new young horses. When I got there, father * a cigarette and placed one foot on the fence. He looked pleased and proud. "T*", he finally said, "This is a big day. There before you, our five of the finest horses in all V*. Now if I would give you a gift for your birthday, could you make a choice?" "Yes", I said. "Which one?” he asked. "I would like to have the apple tree across the road."Father looked at me for a long time. You would have to know how much he loved horses to understand the look on his face. But I was twelve years old, how could I explain my choice? It was something about the apple tree. The color of the red apples as they hung among the green leaves. But it was more than this. It had something to do with being proud. I could give one of the apples to my friend Jenny. "Jenny", I would say, "I want to give you this apple. It came from my tree. The tree grows on my father's land. Before my father had the land, it belonged to his father, and before that, to his father. Now I own the tree. “Because of this, I am tied to all my people of long ago way back the m* and all the b* of people.

Father finally answered.“Now right son, if you want the tree more than the horse, the tree is yours."

chocolate sunny

Home work
Now the special English program American stories.
Our story today is called ' The White Circle'. It was written by John Bill
Cliton, here is shap Onial to tell you the story.
As soon as I saw Ambo sitting in the apple tree, I knew we would fight, and also knew he would win. but winner or loser was not important, at least not so important as giving him down from the tree, the tree was mine. It was a young tree and has 13 beautiful apples on it. Now my beautiful apples were under Ambo's shirt.
The tree became mine the day I was 12 years old. Father called me to come to the barn to see the new young horses. When I got there, father lid a s
cigarette and place one foot on the fence. He looked pleased and proud, "Taka", he finally said, "this is a big day, There before you our five of the finest horses are all in Virginia. Now I have give you a gift for your birthday. could you make a choice? '' " Yes", I said. "Which one?" I asked. " I would like to have an apple tree across the road.'' Father looked at me for a long time. " You'd have to know how much he loved horses to understand looking at his face, but I was 12 years old, how could I explain my choice? It was something about the apple tree the color of red apples as hung amone the green leaves, but was more than this. It has something to do with been proud, I had given one of the apples to my friend Jenny, "Jenny", I would say, "I want to give you this apple, It came my tree, the tree grows on my father's land. Before my father has the land, it belongs to his father, and befor that, to his father, now I own the tree. Because of this I am charge of all my people loved long ago way back the moses and all the Bible of the people.'' Father finally answered, " now right son if you want the tree more than the horse the tree is yours".

Silas.teng

Home work

Now the special English program American stories.

Our story today is called ' The White Circle'. It was written by John Bill
Cliton, here is shap Onial to tell you the story.

As soon as I saw Ambo sitting in the apple tree, I knew we would fight, and also knew he would win. but winner or loser was not important, at least not so important as giving him down from the tree, the tree was mine. It was a young tree and has 13 beautiful apples on it. Now my beautiful apples were under Ambo's shirt.

The tree became mine the day I was 12 years old. Father called me to come to the barn to see the new young horses. When I got there, father lid a s
cigarette and place one foot on the fence. He looked pleased and proud, "Taka", he finally said, "this is a big day, There before you our five of the finest horses are all in Virginia. Now I have give you a gift for your birthday. could you make a choice? '' " Yes", I said. "Which one?" I asked. " I would like to have an apple tree across the road.'' Father looked at me for a long time. " You'd have to know how much he loved horses to understand looking at his face, but I was 12 years old, how could I explain my choice? It was something about the apple tree the color of red apples as hung amone the green leaves, but was more than this. It has something to do with been proud, I had given one of the apples to my friend Jenny, "Jenny", I would say, "I want to give you this apple, It came my tree, the tree grows on my father's land. Before my father has the land, it belongs to his father, and befor that, to his father, now I own the tree. Because of this I am charge of all my people loved long ago way back the moses and all the Bible of the people.'' Father finally answered, " now right son if you want the tree more than the horse the tree is yours".

穹苍

home work 欢迎参与听写！ －－春山
Now the special English program American stories.Our story today is called "the white circle". it was written by John Bell Claton.
Here Shark O'neal to tell you the story.
As soon as I saw Ambo sitting the apple tree ,I knew we would fight.also I knew he would win.
But winning or losing was not important ,at least not so important getting him down from the tree.

The tree was main.It was a young tree and had thirteen beautiful apple on it. Now many beutiful apples were under Ambo's shirt.
The tree became mine the day I was twelve years old.
Father called me to come to the barn to see the new young horses.
When I got there,father lid a cigarette and place one foot on the fence.
He looked pleased and proud.
"Toker" he finally see ,"This is a big day.There before you,our ? of the finest horse in all Virginia.Now i would give you a gift for your birthday, could you make a choice?"
"Yes." I said.
"which one?"He asked.
"I would like to the have the apple tree across the road."
Father looked at me for a long time.
You would have to know how much he loved horses to understand th looked on his face. but I was twelve years old.
How could I explain my choice?
It was something about the apple tree.The color of the red apples as they hung among the green leaves.
but it was more than this.It has something to do with being proud.I could give one of the apples tonews:/s/ my friend Jennie."Jennie"I would say.
"I want to give you this apple. It cames from my tree.The tree grows on my father's land. Before my father had land ,it belonged his father. and before that,to his father. Now I own the tree.because of this ,I am tied to all my people of long ago way back the moses and all the b? people.
Father finally answered:"All right son,if you want the tree more than horse.the tree is yours."

Sophi_a

on Silas.teng 改错人了，你应该修改头贴triangelcute的 －－春山

Now the special English program American stories.

Our story today is called ' The White Circle'. It was written by John Bill
Cliton, here is shap Onial to tell you the story.

As soon as I saw Ambo sitting in the apple tree, I knew we would fight, I also knew he would win. but winning or losing was not important, at least not so important as getting him down from the tree, the tree was mine. It was a young tree and had 13 beautiful apples on it. Now my beautiful apples were under Ambo's shirt.

The tree became mine the day I was 12 years old. Father called me to come to the barn to see the new young horses. When I got there, father lit a cigarette and placed one foot on the fence. He looked pleased and proud, "Taka", he finally said, "this is a big day, There before you our five of the finest horses are all in Virginia. Now how would I give you a gift for your birthday. could you make a choice? '' " Yes, sir", I said. "Which one?" he asked. " I would like to have an apple tree across the road.'' Father looked at me for a long time. " You'd have to know how much he loved horses to understand the look on his face, but I was 12 years old, how could I explain my choice? It was something about the apple tree the color of the red apples as hung amone the green leaves, but it was more than this. It has something to do with being proud, I could give one of the apples to my friend Jenny, "Jenny", I would say, "I want to give you this apple, It came from my tree, the tree grows on my father's land. Before my father had the land, it belongs to his father, and befor that, to his father, now I own the tree. Because of this I am charge of all my people loved long ago way back the moses and all the Bible people.'' Father finally answered, " All right son if you want the tree more than the horse the tree is yours".

susanzqy

homework

Our story today is called the white circle.It was written by John Bell Cliton. Here is Chap Olivo to tell you the story.
As soon as i saw an apple siting in the apple tree,i knew it would be a fight, and i also knew he would win. But wining or losing was not important. At least not so important as giving him down from the tree. The tree was man and it was a young tree,and it had 13 beautiful apples on it.The tree became mine the day i was 12 years old.Father called me to come to the bung to see the new young horses.When i get there,father lit a cigarette and placed one foot on the fence."Toke",he finally said,"It is a big day.Bear before you are five of the finest horses in our Virginia. Now if i were to give you a gift for your birthday.Could you make a choice?" "Yes",i said. "Which one?" he asked. "I would like to have the apple tree across the road." You would have to know how much he loved horse to understand the look on his face.But i was 12 years old .How could i explain my choice . It was something about the apple tree.The colour of the apples as they hung among the green leaves, but it was more than this . It has something to do with being proud.I could give one of the apples to my friend Janney."Jannney", i would say,"I want to give you this apple." It came from my tree. The tree grows on my father's land.Before my father had the land,it belonged to his father,and before that ,to his father,now i owned the tree.Because of this i an tied to all my people of long ago weigh back the * and all the people. Father finally answered:"Now ,right son,if you want a tree more than a horse, the tree is yours."

luoyingjun

Home Work

Now the special English program, American stories. Our story today is
called the white Circle, It was written by John Bill Cliton. Here is Shep O'Neal to tell you the story.
As soon as I saw Angle sitting in the apple tree, I knew we would fight, I also knew he would win, but winning or losing was not important at least is not so important as getting him down from the tree. The tree was mine,
it was a young tree and it had 13 beautiful apples on it. Now my beatiful apples were under the Angle's shirt. the tree became mine the day I was 12 years old.
Father called me to come to the barn to see the new, young horses. When
I got there, father lit a cigarette and placed one foot on the fence. He looked pleased and proud. "Talker" he finally said,"This is your big date",there before you, a half of the finest houses in All Virginia, now I will give you a gife for your birthday. Could you make a choice?" "yes" I said "which one?" he asked,"I would like to have a apple tree across the road", father looked at me for a long time. You would have to know how much he loves horses to understand the look on his face, but I was twelve years old. How could I explain my choice. It was something up down the apple tree, the color of the red apple as they hung among the green leave. Butit was more than these. It had something to do with being proud. I could give one of the apples to my friend, Jenny, "Jenny" I would say"I want to give you this apple, it came from my tree, the tree grows on my father's land" Before my father had the land, It belonged to his father and before that to his father. Now I own the tree. Because of this, I'm tied to all my people of long ago way back the moses and all the bibble of people. Father finally answered"all right son, if you want a tree more than a horse, the tree is yours"

luoyingjun

[quote=Sophi_a,Feb 3 2008, 09:12 PM] 跟着改错人了 另外，请注明修改对象，on 谁谁 －－春山
on Silas.teng

Now the special English program American stories.

Our story today is called ' The White Circle'. It was written by John Bill
Cliton, here is shap Onial to tell you the story.

As soon as I saw Ambo sitting in the apple tree, I knew we would fight, I also knew he would win. but winning or losing was not important, at least not so important as getting him down from the tree, the tree was mine. It was a young tree and it had 13 beautiful apples on it. Now my beautiful apples were under Ambo's shirt.

The tree became mine the day I was 12 years old. Father called me to come to the barn to see the new young horses. When I got there, father lit a cigarette and placed one foot on the fence. He looked pleased and proud, "Taka", he finally said, "this is a big day, There before you our five of the finest horses are all in Virginia. Now how would I give you a gift for your birthday. could you make a choice? '' " Yes,sir "I said. "Which one?" he asked. " I would like to have the apple tree across the road.'' Father looked at me for a long time. " You'd have to know how much he loved horses to understand the look on his face, but I was 12 years old, how could I explain my choice? It was something about the apple tree the color of the red apples as hung among the green leaves, but it was more than this. It has something to do with being proud, I could give one of the apples to my friend Jenny, "Jenny", I would say, "I want to give you this apple, It came from my tree, the tree grows on my father's land. Before my father had the land, it belongs to his father, and before that, to his father, now I own the tree. Because of this I am in charge of all my people loved long ago way back the moses and all the Bible people'' Father finally answered, " All right son if you want a tree more than a horse the tree is yours".

Lucifer.pro

Homework 欢迎加入听写哈 －－春山

Now the special english program are American stories.
Our story today is called"the white circle".it was written by John Bell clinton.Here is Sharp o'neal to tell you the story.
as soon as my son A sitting in the apple tree,I knew we'll fight and I also knew he would win,but winning or losing was not important at least not so important as to get him down from the tree.
the tree was manned it was a young tree..At the head 13 beautiful apples on it.Now my beautiful apples were under A's shirt
the tree became mine the day i was 12 years old.Father called me to come to the bar to see the new young horses . when i got there Father lit a cigarette and placed one foot on the fence. He looked pleased and proud."Taka"He finally said:''this is the big day.There before you our five of the finest horses are all in Virginia.now how would I give a gift for your birthday? would you make a chioce?yes i said Which one?He asked. I would like to have the apple trees across the road .
father looked at me for a long time.You would have to know how much he loved horses to understand the look on his face .but i was 12 years old.How could i explain my chioce. It was something I doubt the apple trees.the color of red apples as they hang among the green leaves.but it was more than this.it had something to do with the being proud I had given one apple to my friend Jimmy. ''Jimmy'',I said"i want to give you this apples.it came from my tree.the trees grows on my father's land. before my father had the land it belongs to his father .and before that,to his father .now I own the tree.Because of this ,I am charge of all my people loved long ago way back the moses and all the Bible people.
Father finally answered:''All right son,If you want the trees more than the horse, the tree is yours"

tristan.yao

homework 欢迎参与听写！ 修改可以直接编辑自己的帖子，无需重新发滴 －－春山

Now the special English program America stories.
Our story today is called the white circle. It was written by john bill Cliton. Here is Shart Onial to tell you the story.
As soon as I saw Ambo sitting in the apple tree, I knew we would fight. I also knew he would win. But winning or losing was not important. At least not so important as getting him down from the tree.The tree was mine, it was a young tree and it had 13 beautiful apples on it. Now my beautiful apples were under Ambo’s shirt.
The tree became mine the day I was 12 years old. Father called me to come to the barn to see the new young horses. When I got there, father lid a cigarette and placed one foot on the fence. He looked pleased and proud.
“Toker” he finally said, “this is a big day. There before you are father’s finest horses in all of the Virginia. Now I would give you a gift for your birthday, could you make a choice? ”
“yes ” I said.
“which one ?”he asked.
“I would like to have the apple tree across the road. ”
Father looked at me for a long time.
You would have to know how much he love the horses to understand the look on his face. But I was 12 years old. How could I explain my choice? It was something about the apple tree. The color of the red apples as they hung among the green leaves. But it was more than this. It has something to do with being proud. I could give one of the apples to my friend Jennie. “jenny”, I would say, “I want to give you this apple, it came from my tree. The tree grows on my father’s land. Before my father had the land, it belonged to his father. And before that, to his father. Now I own the tree, because of this, I am tied to all my people of long ago way back the moses and all the Bible people.
Father finally answered: “Now right son, if you want the tree more than a horse, the tree is yours. ”

tristan.yao

homework

Now the special English program America stories.
Our story today is called the white circle. It was written by john bill Cliton. Here is Shart Onial to tell you the story.
As soon as I saw Ambo sitting in the apple tree, I knew we would fight. I also knew he would win. But winning or losing was not important. At least not so important as getting him down from the tree. The tree was mine, it was a young tree and it had 13 beautiful apples on it. Now my beautiful apples were under Ambo’s shirt.
The tree became mine the day I was 12 years old. Father called me to come to the barn to see the new young horses. When I got there, father lid a cigarette and placed one foot on the fence. He looked pleased and proud.
“Toker” he finally said, “this is a big day. There before you are father’s finest horses in all of the Virginia. Now I would give you a gift for your birthday, could you make a choice? ”
“yes ” I said.
“which one ?”he asked.
“I would like to have the apple tree across the road. ”
Father looked at me for a long time.
You would have to know how much he love the horses to understand the look on his face. But I was 12 years old. How could I explain my choice? It was something about the apple tree. The color of the red apples as they hung among the green leaves. But it was more than this. It has something to do with being proud. I could give one of the apples to my friend Jennie. “Jennie”, I would say, “I want to give you this apple, it came from my tree. The tree grows on my father’s land. Before my father had the land, it belonged to his father. And before that, to his father. Now I own the tree, because of this, I am tied to all my people of long ago way back the Moses and all the Bible people. ”
Father finally answered: “All right son, if you want the tree more than a horse, the tree is yours. ”

calabashhead

Homework
Now, the special English program-American stories.
Our story today is called the white circle. It was written by John Bell Coliton. Here is Shep O’neal to tell you the story.
As soon as I saw Ambo sitting in the apple tree, I knew we would find. Ours rude he would win. But when an al is not important at least not so important as getting him down from the tree. The tree was man, it was a young tree. And it had 13 beautiful apples on it. Now many beautiful apples are under Ambo should. The tree became might the day I was 12 years old. Father called to come to the bank to see the rude young crosses. When I get there, father leave a cigarette and place to one foot on the fans. It looked pleased and proud. “Taka”, he finally said, “this is a big day.” There before you are far of the …… trouser in all the junior. “Now Iwill give you a gift for your birthday. Could you make a choice?” “Yes.” I said. “Which one has?” “I would like the hat with apple tree across the road.” Father looked at me for a long time, “You would have to know how much it look costs and understand to look on its face. But I was 12 years old. How could I explain my choice! It was something about the apple tree, the colour of the where apples have they hund their green …… But it wasn’t modernest. It had something to do with being proud. …… one of the apples to my friend Janny, “Janny”, I would say “I want to give you this apple. It came from my tree. The tree grows on my father’s land. Before my father had the land, it is long to hit father. And before that, to hit my father, not own the tree. Because this, I am tough all my people love long ago way back the most and all the black of people.” Father finally answered “Now right son, if you want a tree more than a horse, the tree is yours.”

春山如笑

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Now the Special English program American Stories.

Our story today is called "The White Circle". It was written by John Bill Coliton. Here's Shep O'Neal to tell you the story.

As soon as I saw Anvol sitting in the apple tree, I knew we would fight, I also knew, he would win. But winning or losing was not important, at least not so important as getting him down from the tree. The tree was mine. It was a young tree, and it had thirteen beautiful apples on it. Now my beautiful apples were under Anvol's shirt.

The tree became mine the day I was twelve years old. Father called me to come to the barn to see the new young horses. When I got there, father lid a cigarette and placed one foot on the fence. He looked pleased and proud.
"Toker", he finally said, "This is a big day. There before you, our five of the finest horses in all Virginia. Now /if/ I would give you a gift for your birthday, could you make a choice?"

"Yes", I said.
"Which one?” he asked.
"I would like to have the apple tree across the road."

Father looked at me for a long time. You would have to know how much he loved horses to understand the look on his face. But I was twelve years old, how could I explain my choice?

It was something about the apple tree. The color of the red apples as they hung among the green leaves. But it was more than this. It had something to do with being proud. I could give one of the apples to my friend Jennie. "Jennie", I would say, "I want to give you this apple. It came from my tree. The tree grows on my father's land. Before my father had the land, it belonged to his father, and before that, to his father. Now I own the tree.'' Because of this, I am tied to all my people of long ago way back the Moses and all the Bible /of/ people.

Father finally answered, ''Now, right, son, if you want a tree more than a horse, the tree is yours."