You're listening to Autoread.
Welcome to More To Read.I'm Shen Ting.Let's learn English together.Today, let's listen to William Shakespeare's Poetry for Beginners.
Finally, let's read a short excerpt from Charlie's Raven, a novel written by American children's writer Jane Clay Heard.More to read.Daily quote. Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books.But love from love toward school with heavy looks.
William Shakespeare.When a lover goes on a date with his lover, he is like a child returning from school.But when he says goodbye to his lover, he is as sad as if he is going to school.William Shakespeare.
We just heard this sentence from the famous play Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare.It reflects the different emotions people in love have when they meet and part.
When Romeo went on a date with his lover Juliet, he felt like a child returning from school, relaxed and happy, full of anticipation and happiness.
However, when he had to say goodbye to Juliet, he felt like a child going to school, unwilling and depressed, because he had to leave the person he loved.
Romeo and Juliet is a classic tragedy created by William Shakespeare, and is considered one of his most famous works. This drama tells the story of two young lovers, Romeo and Juliet.
They are members of two families, the Montague family and the Capraite family.These two families are enemies in Verona, Italy.The plot revolves around the hatred between the two families and the secret and passionate love between Romeo and Juliet.
Despite the constant fighting between the families, Romeo and Juliet still meet at a party and quickly fall in love. Their love was so strong that they decided to secretly get married, hoping to end the wish between the two families.
However, fate was not friendly to them.A series of misunderstandings and tragic events led both of them to think that the other had died.
On the basis of this misunderstanding, the two chose to commit suicide, hoping to reunite in the world after death. When the two families found their death and their love, they realized the destruction brought by hatred, and finally reconciled.
Romeo and Juliet, with their deep exploration of love, fate, and humanity, and their lost language and complex character relationships, are civilized.
This drama not only has an important position in literature, but has also been changed into movies, ballet, opera, and other forms of art many times, which has a profound impact on the afterlife. Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books.
But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.William Shakespeare. Poetry for Beginners
In the evening poetry class for beginners in the community hall during the introductions,
A girl looking down behind her hair and a thick brown coat she doesn't take off, breathes in deep and risking something, says fast, my boyfriend's in prison and I'm here to find out how to write to him through the bars.
And someone laughs and she pulls herself back into her coat and from inside looks past us and the next week doesn't come back.And I think of her for years and what poetry is.
I think of her long pause at the beginning, her silence before and her silence after. And this is my origin, where poetry is risk, is betrayal, and the memory of the first question, how not to be alone?
A poet enters the house.His name is Babadolin.In the community hall, when the poet enters the house to welcome the guest, a woman looks down and sees a black coat with her hair and stomach down.
She takes a deep breath, seems to be in danger, and says, My boyfriend is in prison. And I'm here to learn how to write letters through the iron bars of prison.Someone smiled.He went back to his coat and looked at us from the inside.
The next week, he didn't come back. These years, I always think of him, think of what poetry is, think of his long pause, before and after the silence.This is my origin.Poetry is an adventure, a betrayal.
Remember the first question at the time, how not to be lonely?
The poem we just heard, Poetry for Beginners, is from the South African poet Jabeba Badelon.In English, it was read by Mark Griffiths.In Chinese, it was read by Zhou Wei, the host of The Voice of South China.It was translated by Wes.
Gabeba Badroun is a poet and scholar from South Africa.His work explores the themes of race, gender, sex, and cultural identity.
He won the Daimler-Chrysler South African Poet and Song Award in 2005, and has won many awards and awards internationally.Badroun has a doctorate in English literature from the University of Cape Town.
He is currently a vice-professor at the University of Pennsylvania in the United States, a professor of women's studies and African and African-American studies.
His poems include A Hundred Silences, The Dream in the Next Body, and Silence Before Speaking.His most recent poem, The History of Intimacy, won the 2019 Elisabeth Eibus Poem Award.
Poetry for Beginners Gabebe Badaroun in the evening poetry class for beginners in the community hall during the introductions.
A girl looking down behind her hair and a thick brown coat she doesn't take off, breathes in deep and risking something, says fast, my boyfriend's in prison and I'm here to find out how to write to him through the bars.
And someone laughs and she pulls herself back into her coat and from inside looks past us and the next week doesn't come back.And I think of her for years and what poetry is.
I think of her long pause at the beginning, her silence before and her silence after. And this is my origin, where poetry is risk, is betrayal, and the memory of the first question, how not to be alone.More to read.Beauty of words.
Charlie's Raven In the process of taking care of the little duya, Charlie has a deep feeling for this kind of bird and is curious about their wisdom and mystery.
The author is a children's literature writer who loves nature and writes natural stories.The work has more than 100 books and has won many awards, and is well-liked by the press and the public.Okay, let's read the summary section of this novel.
The Chinese version is translated by Wu Wen'an. Charlie's Raven by Jean Craighead George Charlie's Duya by James Clehert George Blue Sky rode on Charlie's shoulder as far as the border of Singing Bird's property, where he fluttered to the ground.
After flipping a beetle on its back, the young bird strutted proudly between the two friends right up to the door of the teepee. Singing Bird's father, Flying Cloud, had erected the teepee not far from his ranch house.
The native home was both a museum and an office.Singing Bird's parents were authorities on American Indian dances, teepees, artifacts, and customs.
They made their living performing Teton Sioux dances for tourists at the Yellowstone Lodge 25 miles north.They were also writing a book on the three Sioux nations, the Tetons, Lakotas, and Dakotas. The singer's father's name is Fei Yun.
He placed the round-shaped tent not far from the wooden house.This Indian home is both a museum and an office.The singer's parents are experts in Indian dance, round-shaped tents, handicrafts and customs. Every detail of the tipi was traditional.
Soaring Swallow, singing bird's mother, had painted the brown and black bison on the outside. Flying Cloud had made the inside furnishings, beds, willow rod backrests, bows and arrows.
The home was a national treasure and a secret place to the people of the First Nations.Flying Cloud and Soaring Swallow's American names were Jim and Elaine Kenton, but they rarely used them, preferring their Teton Sioux names.
Every detail of the round-shaped tent is in line with the original Indian tradition.The mother of the singing bird is called Xiangyan.The outside of the tent is painted with brown and black wild oxen.
And all kinds of decorations in the tent are made by Feiyun.The bedding, the backrest, and the bow and arrow.This Indian home is a national treasure and a sacred place for those indigenous tribes.
Feiyun and Xiangyan also have their own English names, namely Ji Mu and Yilai En Kentun.But they rarely use English names, and are more willing to use their Tidun Suzhu names.Singing Bird paused at the round door in the canvas teepee.
You can't bring Blue Sky in, she said.He might miss, and Dad would have a fit.Leave him at the door.He'll stay where you leave him.Little birds obey their moms, Charlie hesitated.It's okay, Singing Bird said.He'll wait.Well, if you say so.
Charlie put Blue Sky by the teepee door where the bird could see him and not wander away looking for his mom.The singing bird stopped at the door of the garden gate of the tent.You can't bring Blue Sky into the tent, he said.
He will urinate anywhere.Dad might be angry.Leave him at the door.He will stay still.The little bird will listen to mom.Charlie hesitated a bit.No problem, the singing bird said.He will wait for you.All right, since you say so.
Charlie put the blue sky in front of the tent.There, the bird can see Charlie, and he won't walk around looking for mom. And Charlie, she said as she pushed back the round canvas door, remember to move to the left.
Men move to the left, women to the right.She chuckled.That sticks by the old traditions.Kind of fun. Charlie stepped into the spacious cone-shaped home and instantly felt at peace.There was order and beauty here.
Flying Cloud was seated in the owner's backrest at the rear south of the teepee.Charlie made his way over the fur-covered floor to him.Observing the etiquette learned from other visits to the teepee, he did not walk in front of the altar.
The altar was hard to recognize, being only a small space of bare earth at the west end of the tipi.The Indian nations called it a square of mellowed earth.Charlie stepped into the spacious round-shaped house and immediately felt very quiet.
Everything was in order and wonderful.Feiyun sat on the master's backrest on the far south side of the tent. He glanced around.The tipi was symbols from top to bottom.
The floor with the earth, the walls the sky, and the poles the Indian trails to the spirit world.Colors blazed from every furnishing.The drums by the altar shone red and blue.The willow backrests were painted with turquoise and white designs.
Rich amber buffalo hides covered the floor.Brightly beaded boxes and moccasins sat on the floor beside piles of flurry skins that were beds. The home was beautiful. Charlie's Raven by Jean Craighead George
Blue Sky rode on Charlie's shoulder as far as the border of Singing Bird's property, where he fluttered to the ground.After flipping a beetle on its back, the young bird strutted proudly between the two friends right up to the door of the teepee.
Singing Bird's father, Flying Cloud, had erected the teepee not far from his ranch house.The native home was both a museum and an office. Singing Bird's parents were authorities on American Indian dances, tipis, artifacts, and customs.
They made their living performing Teton Sioux dances for tourists at the Yellowstone Lodge 25 miles north.They were also writing a book on the three Sioux nations, the Tetons, Lakotas, and Dakotas.Every detail of the tipi was traditional.
Soaring Swallow, Singing Bird's mother, had painted the brown and black bison on the outside.Flying Cloud had made the inside furnishings, beds, willow rod backrests, bows and arrows.
The home was a national treasure and a secret place to the people of the First Nations.Flying Cloud and Soaring Swallow's American names were Jim and Elaine Canton. But they rarely used them, preferring their Teton Sioux names.
Singing Bird paused at the round door in the canvas teepee.You can't bring Blue Sky in, she said.He might miss, and Dad would have a fit.Leave him at the door.He'll stay where you leave him.Little birds obey their moms.Charlie hesitated.
It's okay, Singing Bird said.He'll wait. Well, if you say so."Charlie put Blue Sky by the teepee door where the bird could see him and not wander away looking for his mom.
And Charlie, she said as she pushed back the round canvas door, remembered to move to the left.Men moved to the left, women to the right.She chuckled.That sticks by the old traditions.Kind of fun.
Charlie stepped into the spacious cone-shaped home and instantly felt at peace.There was order and beauty here.Flying Cloud was seated in the owner's backrest at the rear south of the teepee.Charlie made his way over the fur-covered floor to him.
Observing the etiquette learned from other visits to the teepee, he did not walk in front of the altar. The altar was hard to recognize, being only a small space of bare earth at the west end of the tipi.
The Indian nations called it a square of mellowed earth.He glanced around.The tipi was symbols from top to bottom.The floor was the earth, the walls the sky, and the poles the Indian trails to the spirit world.Colors blazed from every furnishing.
The drums by the altar shone red and blue.The willow backrests were painted with turquoise and white designs.Rich amber buffalo hides covered the floor.Brightly beaded boxes and moccasins sat on the floor beside piles of flurry skins that were beds.
The home was beautiful. Charlie's Duya, Jane Clare Heard, George.When Charlie and the singing bird were walking, Lan Tian was always on Charlie's shoulder.When they arrived at the singing bird's territory, he flew to the ground.
Lan Tian threw off a fake insect on his back, and then walked in the middle of two good friends, running straight to the door of the round tent. The singer's father's name is Fei Yun.He placed the round-shaped tent not far from the wooden house.
This Indian home is both a museum and an office.The singer's parents are experts in Indian dance, round-shaped tents, handicrafts, and customs.
Their way of making a living is to set up a Suzu dance for tourists in a yellow stone hotel 25 miles north of here. They are also writing a book about the three major ethnic groups of the Su family, the Tidons, the Rakhtars and the Dakhtars.
Every detail of the round-shaped tent is in line with the original Indian tradition.The mother of the singing bird is called Xiangyan, and the outside of the tent is painted with brown and black wild cows.
And all kinds of decorations in the tent are made by Feiyun. beds, backrests, bows and arrows.This Indian home is a national treasure and sacred place for the indigenous tribes of the Americas.
Feiyun and Xiangyan also have their own English names, namely Jimu and Elien Kenton.But they rarely use English names, and are more willing to use their Tituan Su name.The singing bird stopped at the door of the original door of the tent.
Charlie put the blue sky in front of the tent.There, the bird could see Charlie and wouldn't wander off to look for his mother.And Charlie, the singing bird said as he pushed open the round door.You have to remember to go left.
Men go left, women go right.The singing bird smiled.Dad always kept the old tradition.It's a little funny. Charlie stepped into the large round-shaped house, and he immediately felt very quiet.Everything was in perfect order and beautiful.
Fei Yun sat on the master's backrest on the far south side of the tent.Charlie walked over to Fei Yun from the fur-covered ground.
Before that, he had observed the etiquette of visiting a round-shaped tent, and knew that he could not walk in front of the altar. The altar is not easy to recognize.It's just a small piece of bare ground at the west end of the tent.
The Indian tribe called the altar a piece of familiar land.Charlie looked around.From top to bottom of the tent are all symbolic items.
The ground represents the land, the wall represents the sky, and the wooden pole represents the way for the Indians to the spiritual world.Every piece of equipment in the house is bright and colorful.
The drum next to the altar shines in red and blue, and the green and white patterns on the backrests of the bars.Wild cowhide in deep amber is laid on the ground, and boxes and deer leather shoes with shiny beads are also attached to the ground.
There are a few pairs of fur next to it.Those are beds.This house is very beautiful. Thank you for listening to today's program.
You can also listen to Meiwen Yuedu online through the voice listening and CGTN official app, as well as other programs that are easy to listen to.If you want to check out the text of the Meiwen Yuedu program, please visit the website radio.cgtn.com.
That's all for today.I'm Shen Ting.See you tomorrow.
Sign in
