This morning, I waked up, but kept lying on bed. I thought about another story about the golden arm.
"The golden arm and the Giant"
Long ago, people were threaten by the golden arm ghost at night. A boy had a dream. In his dream he was consulted to seek the Giant for help. When he waked up he found a magic beam on his desk. He told his mother about the dream, but she didn't believe there existed a giant. She threw the magic bean away.
The next day, the magic bean grew to a beanstalk. The boy was excited and climbed up the beanstalk.
(to be continued...)
The golden arm and cats
“The golden arm and cats”
Long time ago, in Deer Port, the village in western Taiwan, there were big stones existed in front of the temples. They said stone could cope with ghosts......只想到這邊，希望這禮拜能再趕出一篇鬼故事來@@
Long time ago, in Deer Port, the village in western Taiwan, there were big stones existed in front of the temples. They said stone could cope with ghosts......只想到這邊，希望這禮拜能再趕出一篇鬼故事來@@
The well and the golden arm
It had been a while since people had forgotten about the legend of the golden arm in a little village in the central Taiwan. The streets remained deserted and people were silence at night. The lives in this little village changed slightly as seasons changed. However, there was a strange thing happening recently. It was a death of a three year old child, who fell down to a well. The mother didn’t look after the child was the cause of the accidence. But how could a child climb over one meter high wall and got drown inside the well? People questioned, but nobody wanted to talk in detail publicly.
There was a rite to somber the child’s death. People carried wooden carriage running back and forth, it seemed they all got out of their controls. They yelled time to time at the quiet and starless night. Paul, who was 12 and lived nearby the well in the end of the street, didn’t know why he went up the street and observed the thrilling and scary scene. He shook his head hard, but he didn’t want to make noise, apparently he didn’t like the rite at all preferred to keep his mouth shut. He couldn’t figure out why people doing this. The street seemed longer than usual, he thought. Then, for a moment, he saw a shadow running out from his back yard of his house.
He couldn’t see the shadow clearly. He ran after it, but lost its trace. He finally went back home to his peaceful bed, and fell to sleep right away. The next day, Paul’s aunt gave birth to a boy baby, who was born as pale as paper. The street people always related these two things together. One died, and his soul would find a place to reborn again.
The semester had begun for a month and they got a new teacher from outside of the village. The principal introduced her at the beginning of the semester. The new teacher looked young and charming. She rented a studio apartment room behind Paul’s house. Paul was able to look through his window and knew when her bedtime was as she turned off the lights completely every night.
Paul was a sixth grade student and knew the new teacher taught the first graded at the school. He wondered she could teach well because she was kind of young. She seemed to wear her gloves anytime. Sometime the weather got steamed, she might take off her gloves and showed gold like nail in her finger tip. Paul also observed her light went off quite early on Tuesday and Thursday night.
One night, the white skin baby cried soundly. Paul couldn’t fall to sleep and arose to drink some water. He peeked through the window and saw the same shadow disappearing into teacher’s door. With his peculiar, he sneaked out to his backyard, where he could hear some talking.
There was a low voice, “You have to watch out carefully about the small ladder every time you leave the well. Make sure you remove it from the well after immersing your nail to the well.” Paul thought, “ he must be an old man. Then, another voice, “Dad, I will be more cautious.” Paul recognized the new teacher’s voice. She continued, “I will give some money to repay to the lost of their child.” “Dad, how do you know the nail will become gold?” “Ha, ha, I had the secret book written. It was our treasure I inherent from our ancestor. The gold will grow and purify depending how long you put your finger into the well water.”
The next day, Paul was delighted, because he learned the secret of well and the death of the three year old baby. He told no one. He knew the new teacher might show up during the midnight. He planed to try his own luck. It was obvious that she would go there on Tuesday and Thursday night. Paul thought to himself, “Then, I shall go to the well on Monday and Wednesday night. I could build a wealth for my family.”
Paul went the well and dip his finger for an hour and then returned. The next day he found his finger didn't change. He thought he must miss something, the length of immerse, perhaps. He kept trying for other time, but his finger remain as usual. Then, something happened. There was a typhoon coming on Monday. The school was close for the sake of damage from typhoon. Paul had forgotten the date, and he went there on Tuesday night.
Just as he dipped his finger, he heard a voice, "What are you doing here?" "I, I drop my toy inside." Paul stretched more and his hand and arm were inside of the well. In a split second, he ran away from the well as fast as he could. The new teacher didn't catch me by any chance.
As the morning light shined to Paul's face, he found he couldn't move his left arm. The room was glittered. He was thrilled to find his left arm being heavy and the color was not the same.
~the end
There was a rite to somber the child’s death. People carried wooden carriage running back and forth, it seemed they all got out of their controls. They yelled time to time at the quiet and starless night. Paul, who was 12 and lived nearby the well in the end of the street, didn’t know why he went up the street and observed the thrilling and scary scene. He shook his head hard, but he didn’t want to make noise, apparently he didn’t like the rite at all preferred to keep his mouth shut. He couldn’t figure out why people doing this. The street seemed longer than usual, he thought. Then, for a moment, he saw a shadow running out from his back yard of his house.
He couldn’t see the shadow clearly. He ran after it, but lost its trace. He finally went back home to his peaceful bed, and fell to sleep right away. The next day, Paul’s aunt gave birth to a boy baby, who was born as pale as paper. The street people always related these two things together. One died, and his soul would find a place to reborn again.
The semester had begun for a month and they got a new teacher from outside of the village. The principal introduced her at the beginning of the semester. The new teacher looked young and charming. She rented a studio apartment room behind Paul’s house. Paul was able to look through his window and knew when her bedtime was as she turned off the lights completely every night.
Paul was a sixth grade student and knew the new teacher taught the first graded at the school. He wondered she could teach well because she was kind of young. She seemed to wear her gloves anytime. Sometime the weather got steamed, she might take off her gloves and showed gold like nail in her finger tip. Paul also observed her light went off quite early on Tuesday and Thursday night.
One night, the white skin baby cried soundly. Paul couldn’t fall to sleep and arose to drink some water. He peeked through the window and saw the same shadow disappearing into teacher’s door. With his peculiar, he sneaked out to his backyard, where he could hear some talking.
There was a low voice, “You have to watch out carefully about the small ladder every time you leave the well. Make sure you remove it from the well after immersing your nail to the well.” Paul thought, “ he must be an old man. Then, another voice, “Dad, I will be more cautious.” Paul recognized the new teacher’s voice. She continued, “I will give some money to repay to the lost of their child.” “Dad, how do you know the nail will become gold?” “Ha, ha, I had the secret book written. It was our treasure I inherent from our ancestor. The gold will grow and purify depending how long you put your finger into the well water.”
The next day, Paul was delighted, because he learned the secret of well and the death of the three year old baby. He told no one. He knew the new teacher might show up during the midnight. He planed to try his own luck. It was obvious that she would go there on Tuesday and Thursday night. Paul thought to himself, “Then, I shall go to the well on Monday and Wednesday night. I could build a wealth for my family.”
Paul went the well and dip his finger for an hour and then returned. The next day he found his finger didn't change. He thought he must miss something, the length of immerse, perhaps. He kept trying for other time, but his finger remain as usual. Then, something happened. There was a typhoon coming on Monday. The school was close for the sake of damage from typhoon. Paul had forgotten the date, and he went there on Tuesday night.
Just as he dipped his finger, he heard a voice, "What are you doing here?" "I, I drop my toy inside." Paul stretched more and his hand and arm were inside of the well. In a split second, he ran away from the well as fast as he could. The new teacher didn't catch me by any chance.
As the morning light shined to Paul's face, he found he couldn't move his left arm. The room was glittered. He was thrilled to find his left arm being heavy and the color was not the same.
~the end
The golden arm and its fingers
第二篇創作
Long time ago, there was a small village in Taiwan. Some people said they saw a ghost with a golden arm appearing sometime at midnight. People didn’t want to go out at midnight. They were afraid of the golden arm, who tended to take children especially young boy away from village.
One night, the sky had no cloud, but there were no moon and no stars either. The golden arm entered the boy house. The door was locked, but she appeared in front of the boy’s bed. She waked up the boy and said, “Don’t be afraid of me. I won’t hurt you, if you follow my command. I want you come to my place every Tuesday, and I want you to be a famous pianist, or I will kill kids in your village one after another.”
The boy, Jay, didn’t want to see kid dying in his village. He followed the golden arm to the graveyard. She taught Jay to play piano with her gold arm. Jay studied and played piano before, but showed no improvement. He kept in grade 11. His teacher wondered whether he could be a pianist in the future. However, Jay had shown improvement lately and his teacher was surprised unbelievably.
The village held piano contest every year. This year, Jay also entered the competition. He had no problem and won the champion cup. But his rivalry, a girl who was the second place winner, was angry and she was also taught by the same piano teacher. The teacher told her that Jay’s fingers were strong like he had a golden arm and fingers.
One night, the girl couldn’t go to sleep and saw a shadow walked out of Jay’s house. She peeked carefully, and made sure it was Jay. She was curious about Jay’s move, since he won the piano contest. So, she followed him to the graveyard. She saw him enter the coffin for half hour and returned his home.
The following night, however, Jay didn’t go out. She waited till the morning light, and made sure Jay didn’t leave his house. The third night, Jay also stayed and slept in his house. The fourth night, it was the same. It was until the next Tuesday night. She saw Jay walked up the hill and stayed there for half an hour. She had third intuition and was expecting something happened with Jay and his piano play.
The gold arm ghost kept teaching Jay piano play and every Tuesday’s lesson. But, one Tuesday light, she waited and waited and saw no Jay coming. She was angry and decided to go down the hill. She entered Jay’s house without knocking. The girl hid herself behind the rock outside Jay’s house, observed a long hair woman squeezing in from the thin hole of the door. She gasped and breathed like she had just seen a ghost.
She heard their conversation. “Why didn’t you go to my place to play piano?” the golden arm questioned. “I got a fever, ma’am. My legs are frozen too.” Jay replied. “OK, I don’t want my student being lazy, do you understand? I am waiting for you on next Tuesday.” Suddenly, the golden arm pulled the door and the girl fell down from outside. “Who are you? Why do you follow me? I am going to kill you immediately.”
The girl was frightened and asked for help. In no time, Jay turned on the flash light. The golden arm ghost was blind and yelled, “shut off the flash light, I can see nothing with flash light on.” The girl ran away in a hurry. As the gold arm stepped outside, there was a big flash lightning from the sky and rain began to pour harder. Jay saw the golden arm rusting under the rain.
The ghost retreated to the graveyard and found the golden arm had disappeared. The next Tuesday, Jay was still sick, but the golden arm didn’t show up. He wondered and thought the golden arm ghost might not come out again, therefore he didn’t go to the graveyard anymore. Jay later became one of the greatest pianist and singer in Taiwan music industry.
~the end.
Long time ago, there was a small village in Taiwan. Some people said they saw a ghost with a golden arm appearing sometime at midnight. People didn’t want to go out at midnight. They were afraid of the golden arm, who tended to take children especially young boy away from village.
One night, the sky had no cloud, but there were no moon and no stars either. The golden arm entered the boy house. The door was locked, but she appeared in front of the boy’s bed. She waked up the boy and said, “Don’t be afraid of me. I won’t hurt you, if you follow my command. I want you come to my place every Tuesday, and I want you to be a famous pianist, or I will kill kids in your village one after another.”
The boy, Jay, didn’t want to see kid dying in his village. He followed the golden arm to the graveyard. She taught Jay to play piano with her gold arm. Jay studied and played piano before, but showed no improvement. He kept in grade 11. His teacher wondered whether he could be a pianist in the future. However, Jay had shown improvement lately and his teacher was surprised unbelievably.
The village held piano contest every year. This year, Jay also entered the competition. He had no problem and won the champion cup. But his rivalry, a girl who was the second place winner, was angry and she was also taught by the same piano teacher. The teacher told her that Jay’s fingers were strong like he had a golden arm and fingers.
One night, the girl couldn’t go to sleep and saw a shadow walked out of Jay’s house. She peeked carefully, and made sure it was Jay. She was curious about Jay’s move, since he won the piano contest. So, she followed him to the graveyard. She saw him enter the coffin for half hour and returned his home.
The following night, however, Jay didn’t go out. She waited till the morning light, and made sure Jay didn’t leave his house. The third night, Jay also stayed and slept in his house. The fourth night, it was the same. It was until the next Tuesday night. She saw Jay walked up the hill and stayed there for half an hour. She had third intuition and was expecting something happened with Jay and his piano play.
The gold arm ghost kept teaching Jay piano play and every Tuesday’s lesson. But, one Tuesday light, she waited and waited and saw no Jay coming. She was angry and decided to go down the hill. She entered Jay’s house without knocking. The girl hid herself behind the rock outside Jay’s house, observed a long hair woman squeezing in from the thin hole of the door. She gasped and breathed like she had just seen a ghost.
She heard their conversation. “Why didn’t you go to my place to play piano?” the golden arm questioned. “I got a fever, ma’am. My legs are frozen too.” Jay replied. “OK, I don’t want my student being lazy, do you understand? I am waiting for you on next Tuesday.” Suddenly, the golden arm pulled the door and the girl fell down from outside. “Who are you? Why do you follow me? I am going to kill you immediately.”
The girl was frightened and asked for help. In no time, Jay turned on the flash light. The golden arm ghost was blind and yelled, “shut off the flash light, I can see nothing with flash light on.” The girl ran away in a hurry. As the gold arm stepped outside, there was a big flash lightning from the sky and rain began to pour harder. Jay saw the golden arm rusting under the rain.
The ghost retreated to the graveyard and found the golden arm had disappeared. The next Tuesday, Jay was still sick, but the golden arm didn’t show up. He wondered and thought the golden arm ghost might not come out again, therefore he didn’t go to the graveyard anymore. Jay later became one of the greatest pianist and singer in Taiwan music industry.
~the end.
The Witch's Broom
這是我第一篇英文童話故事，歡迎指教
The old witch came out of a cave with a broom at hand. She had rested for a while, more than half a year. She stretched out and looked down on her broom, which was old, broken, and dirty covered with a thick of dusts.
She recalled last year she won the speeding contest with this broom. Then, she rode on it without hesitate, but it wouldn’t move at all. She murmured, “it seems I have forgotten how to fly and the secret of the broom. ” The witch swung the broom to the sky, where the dusts all spread out and became thousands of stars circling in the air. She smiled and checked the broom again, and found it be clean and shined as before. It fitted her bright dress perfectly.
The annual contest was about to begin. She rode on the broom, but it moved slowly and made noised, then suddenly stopped completely. She knew something was wrong, and all she could do was to examine her magic spell book, which recorded all the secret of the broom.
She went back to her cave room, but couldn’t find the book. It disappeared. Who stole it then? She thundered, “Little Flower!” Little Flower was her cat, she might know where the spell book was. “Little Flower, Little Flower, “ the witch called again. Little Flower the cat came back as fast as she could. Last time she was punished as no food for three days. She managed to be closer anytime in case the bad thing might happen once more. “Little Flower, do you know where my magic book is?” the witch questioned. (to be continued.#1)
“Yesterday, I saw mouse the East playing nearby. I wonder he might steal it.”
“Then, tell me where the east is now. I am going to drown him in a cage.”
“He probably stays in the forest behind the garden.”
“OK, Let’s go and get him now.”
The witch and Little Flower the cat passed the edge of garden and met an elephant.
“Elephant, have you seen mouse the East?” asked Little Flower.
Elephant lay down her nose to release wooden logs, which she carried along.
“Yes, he is playing by the river,” said the elephant.
The witch and Little Flower the cat then passed the center of the forest and met a wolf.
“Wolf, have you seen mouse the East?” asked Little Flower.
Wolf put his meat aside, and replied, “yes, he is playing by the river.”
The witch and Little Flower the cat passed the end of the forest and met a rabbit.
“Rabbit, have you seen mouse the East?” asked Little Flower.
The rabbit dropped his basket and eggs
“Yes, he is playing by the river,” said the rabbit.
“But, there was a big thunderstorm last night, the rabbit mentioned.
The witch and Little Flower the cat hurried to the river and saw mouse the East nearly drowning in the river. The water was flood as a result of last night’s rain.
The old witch gave a spell in no time. There, a bird suddenly became an eagle and save mouse the East from the water.(#2)
The old witch asked unhappily, “the unfortunately mouse the east, did you steal my spell book?”
“No, my highness, but I saw some ants sneaking around the cave.”, said the east.
The old witch, the East, and Little Flower hurried back to the cave, and found the spell book stayed in the grass nearby. It seemed there were something underneath. They were ants being pressed by the spell book. The witched picked up the spell book and saved those ants alive.
The king of ants responded, “sorry, Highness the witch, we are deeply sorry to move your spell book. We just try to exercise the spell in order to grow more apples on the tree for everybody. Somehow, the spell book became heavy than ever and pressed all of us.” The old witch said, “OK, you all be punished already, I don’t want to hurt you no more. Go to work, and no lazy for the rest of the day.”
The old witch examined the spell book to resolve why her broom couldn’t fly. Oh, it was she forgot to add gasoline, the broom ran out of it. She then asked the East bring gasoline 98 and applied to the broom. The broom groaned and started to shake and it seemed no way to stop it since then. Of cause, the old witch won the contest again with no exception this year.
The old witch came out of a cave with a broom at hand. She had rested for a while, more than half a year. She stretched out and looked down on her broom, which was old, broken, and dirty covered with a thick of dusts.
She recalled last year she won the speeding contest with this broom. Then, she rode on it without hesitate, but it wouldn’t move at all. She murmured, “it seems I have forgotten how to fly and the secret of the broom. ” The witch swung the broom to the sky, where the dusts all spread out and became thousands of stars circling in the air. She smiled and checked the broom again, and found it be clean and shined as before. It fitted her bright dress perfectly.
The annual contest was about to begin. She rode on the broom, but it moved slowly and made noised, then suddenly stopped completely. She knew something was wrong, and all she could do was to examine her magic spell book, which recorded all the secret of the broom.
She went back to her cave room, but couldn’t find the book. It disappeared. Who stole it then? She thundered, “Little Flower!” Little Flower was her cat, she might know where the spell book was. “Little Flower, Little Flower, “ the witch called again. Little Flower the cat came back as fast as she could. Last time she was punished as no food for three days. She managed to be closer anytime in case the bad thing might happen once more. “Little Flower, do you know where my magic book is?” the witch questioned. (to be continued.#1)
“Yesterday, I saw mouse the East playing nearby. I wonder he might steal it.”
“Then, tell me where the east is now. I am going to drown him in a cage.”
“He probably stays in the forest behind the garden.”
“OK, Let’s go and get him now.”
The witch and Little Flower the cat passed the edge of garden and met an elephant.
“Elephant, have you seen mouse the East?” asked Little Flower.
Elephant lay down her nose to release wooden logs, which she carried along.
“Yes, he is playing by the river,” said the elephant.
The witch and Little Flower the cat then passed the center of the forest and met a wolf.
“Wolf, have you seen mouse the East?” asked Little Flower.
Wolf put his meat aside, and replied, “yes, he is playing by the river.”
The witch and Little Flower the cat passed the end of the forest and met a rabbit.
“Rabbit, have you seen mouse the East?” asked Little Flower.
The rabbit dropped his basket and eggs
“Yes, he is playing by the river,” said the rabbit.
“But, there was a big thunderstorm last night, the rabbit mentioned.
The witch and Little Flower the cat hurried to the river and saw mouse the East nearly drowning in the river. The water was flood as a result of last night’s rain.
The old witch gave a spell in no time. There, a bird suddenly became an eagle and save mouse the East from the water.(#2)
The old witch asked unhappily, “the unfortunately mouse the east, did you steal my spell book?”
“No, my highness, but I saw some ants sneaking around the cave.”, said the east.
The old witch, the East, and Little Flower hurried back to the cave, and found the spell book stayed in the grass nearby. It seemed there were something underneath. They were ants being pressed by the spell book. The witched picked up the spell book and saved those ants alive.
The king of ants responded, “sorry, Highness the witch, we are deeply sorry to move your spell book. We just try to exercise the spell in order to grow more apples on the tree for everybody. Somehow, the spell book became heavy than ever and pressed all of us.” The old witch said, “OK, you all be punished already, I don’t want to hurt you no more. Go to work, and no lazy for the rest of the day.”
The old witch examined the spell book to resolve why her broom couldn’t fly. Oh, it was she forgot to add gasoline, the broom ran out of it. She then asked the East bring gasoline 98 and applied to the broom. The broom groaned and started to shake and it seemed no way to stop it since then. Of cause, the old witch won the contest again with no exception this year.
moving my blog to msn
I don't know what's going on here. I can only type and can't open my blog, therefore I have no choice but move my blog to MSN, http://spaces.msn.com/members/shih2220/PersonalSpace.aspx?_c01_blogpart=blogmgmt&_c02_owner=1&_c=blogpart
Taipei's trip
This was my second time to ride the MRT. When I got out of Taipower MRT station, I got lost and couldn't tell my direction. I acrossed the sky-bridge, but I saw the hill of 公館. I retreated from the bridge and went back to original stand. I knew I had figured my direction. Sooner, I finished my lunch and hid myself in a bookstore. It was expected to rain, but on the contrary the sky was clear and sunshine fell through the buildings. Two years ago, I came to Taipei to take the TOEFL exam. This time I came here for another exam. I completed my registration in the late afternoon. I planned to see a movie, but I didn't have enough time. I proceeded to train station, sitting in the McDonald. The scene was familiar, but I couldn't recognize people passing by. Where was she now? The girl I once met down there. Wish she have great future in her life!
Perennialism
Perennialism claims education should base on one principle. It is hard to deny it that children should learn all the greatest writings and forget those sesames. The core of curriculum is literature. Children learn general knowledges and creation about their own rationality. It seems easy to say than done. The representative were Hutchins, R.M. and Alder, M.J. I am glad to grasp their ideas and this word, "perennialism".
Nel Noddings
Dr. Noddings’ career in education has spanned five decades, beginning as a middle grades and high school math teacher before moving to educational administration and higher education. She is an award-winning teacher — having won the Excellence in Teaching Award at Stanford in 1981, 1982 and 1997 — and an accomplished scholar. It is so unbelievable that she started as a math teacher. Now, her books are used for many colleges. Hopefully, her profile can inspire me to achieve my goal, as a small successful English teacher.
English Song
I can't sing English song well, because my voice isn't good at all. But, for the sake of learning English, I need to practice it at my best. Lately, I bought many CD's. I prefer watch MTV, since I can watch singers' lips and their emotion too. Now, I am listening to Blue's "You make me wanna." The song is wonderful and the melody is great. The song lyrics always help my writing in many ways. That is what I cherish so much. I listen to English songs and drama a lot everyday. Hopefully, my English makes progress grandly.
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