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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