What colors do you like?
I like blue, purple, and green, How about you?
I prefer bright colors, such as yellow, orange and red.
My art teacher doesn’t let us use black, white, brown or gray.
What size T-shirt do you wear, small or large?
Large! Don’t you see I am tall and fat?
—Is your room a big one or a small one?
—A big one.
Who is the tallest person in your family?
My elder brother is the tallest one. My younger brother is the smallest.
What is the tallest sculpture in the world?
Maybe it is the Sphinx in Egypt or the Statue of Liberty. I don’t really know.
—How many pencils do you have in your pencil box?
—I have a lot.
—Would you like some orange juice?
—A little bit, please.
To your left, you can see all the way down to the sea.
When you know the answer, put your right hand up.
I can count: one, two, three, four, five …
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten…
Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen …
Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty…
Twenty-one, twenty-two… thirty-three, thirty-four… forty-five, forty-six…
Fifty… sixty… seventy… eighty… ninety… ninety-nine.
One hundred… one thousand… ten thousand… one hundred thousand…
One million… ten million… one hundred million… one billion.
There are four seasons in a year: spring, summer, autumn and winter.
There are seven days in a week.
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday.
There are twelve months in a year.
January, February, March, April, May, June,
July, August, September, October, November, December.
Today is Friday, May 4, 2001.
Hello, how are you today?
I am fine, thank you. And you?
How are your mother, father, brother and sister?
They are very well, thanks.
This is my teacher, Mr. John Smith.
I am pleased to meet you, Mr. Smith.
What’s your friend’s name?
His name is Bill.
Hi! I am Mrs. Brown’s husband.
Who are you? Are you a doctor?
No, I am not a doctor. I am a student.
My name is Kelly. I come from Taipei.
Good morning… Good afternoon… Good evening…
Goodbye, see you next week!
Good night, see you tomorrow morning!
A–a, B–b, C–c, D–d, E–e, F–f, G–g,
H–h, I–i, J–j, K–k, L–l, M–m, N–n, O–o, P–p,
Q–q, R–r, S–s, T–t, U–u, V–v,
W–w, X–x, Y–y, Z–z.
A [æ] apple candy, B [b] book bamboo, C [k] car cat,
D [d] desk dog, E [e] egg desk, F [f] father flower,
G [g] garden glass, H [h] hand horse, I [I] rabbit pig,
J [dʒ] jacket juice, K [k] kitchen king, L [l] leaf lion,
M [m] milk mother, N [n] name newspaper, O [ɒ] box clock,
P [p] page pencil, Q [kw] queen question, R [r] rice rain,
S [s] school snow, T [t] teacher telephone, U [u:] blue true,
V [v] valley vegetable, W [w] walk woman, X [ks] box six,
Y [j] year yellow, Z [z] zero zoo.
Happy, happy, so happy, I can say the ABC’s.
You are our future. Recite classics and become a leader.
How was it possible, I asked myself, to walk for an hour through the woods and see nothing worthy of note? I who cannot see find hundreds of things to interest me through mere touch. I feel the delicate symmetry of a leaf. I pass my hands lovingly about the smooth skin of a silver birch, or the rough, shaggy bark of a pine. In the spring I touch the branches of trees hopefully in search of a bud the first sign of awakening Nature after her winter’s sleep. I feel the delightful, velvety texture of a flower, and discover its remarkable convolutions; and something of the miracle of Nature is revealed to me. Occasionally, if I am very fortunate, I place my hand gently on a small tree and feel the happy quiver of a bird in full song. I am delighted to have the cool waters of a brook rush thought my open fingers. To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug. To me the pageant of seasons is a thrilling and unending drama, the action of which streams through my finger tips.
At times my heart cries out with longing to see all these things. If I can get so much pleasure from mere touch, how much more beauty must be revealed by sight. Yet, those who have eyes apparently see little. The panorama of color and action which fills the world is taken for granted. It is human, perhaps, to appreciate little that which we have and to long for that which we have not, but it is a great pity that in the world of light the gift of sight is used only as a mere conveniences rather than as a means of adding fullness to life.
General MacArthur’s Prayer for His Son
by Douglas MacArthur (1880-1964)
Build me a son, O Lord, who will be strong enough to know when he is weak, and brave enough to face himself when he is afraid; one who will be proud and unbending in honest defeat, and humble and gentle in victory.
Build me a son whose wishes will not take the place of deeds; a son who will know Thee — and that to know himself is the foundation stone of knowledge.
Lead him, I pray, not in the path of ease and comfort, but under the stress and spur of difficulties and challenge. Here let him learn to stand up in the storm; here let him learn compassion for those who fail.
Build me a son whose heart will be clear, whose goal will be high; a son who will master himself before he seeks to master other men; one who will reach into the future, yet never forget the past.
And after all these things are his, add, I pray enough of a sense of humor, so that he may always be serious, yet never take himself too seriously. Give him humility, so that he may always rememder the simplicity of true greatness, the open mind of true wisdom, and the meekness’ of true strength. Then I, his father, will dare to whisper, “I have not lived in vain.”
The Decline of the West
by Oswald Spengler (1880-1936)
I see, in place of that empty figment of one linear history which can only be kept up by shutting one’s eyes to the overwhelming multitude of facts, the drama of a number of mighty Cultures, each springing with primitive strength from the soil of a mother-region to which it remains firmly bound throughout its whole life-cycle; each stamping its material, its mankind, in its own image; each having its own idea, its own passions, its own life, will and feeling, its own death. Here indeed are colours, lights, movements, that no intellectual eye has yet discovered. Here the Cultures, peoples, languages, truths, gods, landscapes bloom and age as the oaks and the stone-pines, the blossoms, twigs and leaves – but there is no ageing “Mankind.” Each Culture has its own new possibilities of self-expression which arise, ripen, decay, and never return. There is not one sculpture, one painting, one mathematics, one physics, but many, each in its deepest essence different from the others, each limited in duration and self-contained, just as each species of plant has its peculiar blossom or fruit, its special type of growth and decline. These cultures, sublimated life-essences, grow with the same superb aimlessness as the flowers of the field. They belong, like the plants and the animals, to the living Nature of Goethe, and not to the dead Nature of Newton. I see world-history as a picture of endless formations and transformations, of the marvellous waxing and waning of organic forms. The professional historian, on the contrary, sees it as a sort of tapeworm industriously adding on to itself one epoch after another…
This — the inward and outward fulfilment, the finality, that awaits every living Culture — is the purport of all the historic “declines,” amongst them that decline of the Classical which we know so well and fully, and another decline, entirely comparable to it in course and duration, which will occupy the first centuries of the coming millennium but is heralded already and sensible in and around us to-day — the decline of the West. Every Culture passes through the age-phases of the individual man. Each has its childhood, youth, manhood and old age.
I Resolve to Become a Jungle Doctor
by Albert Schweitzer (1875-1965)
On October 13th, 1905, a Friday, I dropped into a letter box in the Avenue de la Grande Armée in Paris, letters to my parents and to some of my most intimate acquaintances, telling them that at the beginning of the winter term I should enter myself as a medical student, in order to go later on to Equatorial Africa as a doctor…
The plan which I meant now to put into execution had been in my mind for a long time, having been conceived so long ago as my student days. It struct me as incomprehensible that I should be allowed to lead such a happy life, while I saw so many people around me wrestling with care and suffering. Even at school I had felt stirred whenever I got a glimpse of the miserable home surroundings of some of my schoolfellows and compared them with the absolutely ideal conditions in which we children of the personage at Gunsbach, lived. While at the university and enjoying the happiness of being able to study and even to produce some results in science and art, I could not help thinking continually of others who were denied that happiness by their material circumstances or their health. Then one brilliant summer morning…
I settled with myself before I got up, that I would consider myself justified in living till I was thirty for science and art, in order to devote myself from that time forward to the direct service of humanity. Many a time already had I tried to settle what meaning lay hidden for me in the saying of Jesus: “Whosoever would save his life shall lose it, and whosoever shall lose his life for My sake and the Gospels shall save it.” Now the answer was found. In addition to the outward, I now had inward happiness.
Report the Miracle of Dunkirk
by Winston Churchill (1874-1965)
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I have, myself, full confidence that if all do their duty, if nothing is neglected, and if the best arrangements are made, as they are being made, we shall prove ourselves once again able to defend our island home, to ride out the storm of war, and to outlive the menace of tyranny, if necessary for years, if necessary alone. At any rate, that is what we are going to try to do. That is the resolve of His Majesty’s Government — every man of them. That is the will of Parliament and the nation. The British Empire and the French Republic, linked together in their cause and in their need, will defend to the death their native soil, aiding each other like good comrades to the utmost of their strength. Even though large tracts of Europe and many old and famous states have fallen or may fall into the grip of the Gestapo and all the odious apparatus of Nazi rule, we shall not flag or fail. We shall go on to the end, we shall fight in France, we shall fight on the seas and oceans, we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air, we shall defend our island, whether the cost may be, we shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender, and even if, which I do not for a moment believe, this island or a large part of it were subjugated and starving, then our Empire beyond the seas, armed and guarded by the British fleet, would carry on the struggle, until, in God’s good time, the New World, with all its power and might, steps forth to the rescue and the liberation of the old.
