lily tiger

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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."

pierce willton

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."

娇奴

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."

xin522108809

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

pumpkindyy

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".

stillliu

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.

xin522108809

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.”

xin522108809

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.”

milishine

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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."

[ 本帖最后由 milishine 于 2008-3-28 09:50 编辑 ]

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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.”

[ 本帖最后由 brendazp 于 2008-3-30 19:45 编辑 ]

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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.”

shelleychan

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

sherrygaolx

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.

sherrygaolx

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.

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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"