The special kid: this child is very humble and has a lot of love in his heart
4) a lesson I learned from this story is that we must be people not so selfish when someone asks us help without expecting anything in return
5) Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde was born in Dublin on 16 October 1854, His father was a successful surgeon and his mother a writer and literary hostess. Wilde was educated at Trinity College, Dublin and Magdalen College, Oxford. While at Oxford, Wilde became involved in the aesthetic movement. After he graduated, he moved to London to pursue a literary career. A first volume of his poetry was published in 1881 but as well as composing verse, he contributed to publications such as the 'Pall Mall Gazette', wrote fairy stories and published a novel 'The Picture of Dorian Gray' (1891).
6)
How does the story begin?
the story begins when the selfish giant sees children playing in the garden and the furious giant told to children -You can not play in my garden! -
How does the story end?
the story ends when the giant is already very old and sees a special child who tells him to accompany him to the sky to rest. Finally the giant is not selfish
Did you like the story or not? Why?
I liked the history and that we should all stop being selfish and share with the people surrounding us, given a climate of love and peace
Which is your favorite part of the story you read?
my favorite part of the story is when the giant speaks with special child and the child goes to the heart of the giant filling it with love
Who is your favorite character and why?
the giant, already reflects to people that now they are being very selfish and that are isolated from the people.
The story tells the story of the selfish giant who built a wall around your beautiful garden to keep children away. one day the giant finds some children playing in the garden and very angry giant told the children - not kids in my garden!-.However the giant Garden was always winter, any season of the year not wanted to go there, but, the next day it appeared a special child and talk to the giant saying that I had to stop being selfish or he didn't bring back to the summer so the giant heard the words of the special child and invite all the children of the village to your garden. but going from the days the special child had disappeared Although many days later the special child appears with some brands in the hand and legs,the giant very afraid tells him what happened the child tells him that they are the marks of the love
Vocabulary:
Story: historia - a description of events and people that the writer or speaker has invented in order to entertain people - He read the children a story.
angry: enojado - having strong feelings about something that you dislike very much or about an unfair situation - Her behaviour really made me angry.
garden: jardin - piece of land next to or around your house where you can grow flowers, fruit, vegetables, etc. - children playing in the garden
children: niños - a child or young person - Do you have any kids?
special: especial - not ordinary or usual; different from what is normal - This type of wood needs special treatment
selfish: egoista - caring only about yourself rather than about other people - What a selfish thing to do!
giant: gigante - a very large strong person who is often cruel and stupid - There are many myths about giants that live in the mountains.
village: pueblo - a very small town located in a country area - Her books are about village life.
summer: verano - the warmest season of the year, coming between spring and autumn/fall - It's very hot here in summer.
season: temporada - any of the four main periods of the year: spring, summer, autumn/fall and winter - The hotels are always full during the peak season
1.- what is the subject of the poem?
a joung man who has his room very messy
2.- Why has the poet written the poem?
because he is observing how messy his room is
What is he trying to say?
he is trying to say is that we should be more orderly with our room and try not be disordered
3.- What is the mood or atmosphere of the poem?
the mood of the protagonist is carefree
4.- What is the impact of the poem on the reader?
the impact to the reader is stop being disordered and how bad a person looks when they see that their room is completely messy
5.- How do you feel about the poem?
the poem makes me feel that I must be orderly and careful in all my things
a) what line or lines of the poem do you like the most and why
It's the fire in my eyes, And the brightness of my teeth, The movement of my hip, And the joy in my feet. because Maya speaking so positively of his body, ignoring what others say
b) what is the messege the poem is trying to give? why do you believe so?
the message that gives the poem is that we are all perfect, to see the phenomenal that we can be and how beautiful we are
because we are all phenomenal in something
c) are women phenomenal?
My mom is a phenomenal woman because she strives, loves us, and helps us in all my brothers
A man went from Jerusalem to Jericho, falling into the hands of robbers who robbed him, leaving him half dead. A priest and a frock coat passed by, but both took the other side of the road. Then a Samaritan passed by. He approached, healed his wounds with oil and sold himself. He took him to his hotel, reaching the coins in charge to take care of him
4: What happens first in the poem?
d. the caterpillar creeps
5: What is the silken home?
c. the chrysalis
6: How does the speaker of the poem feel about the butterfly? How do you know?
feels impatient to see how it will be born alfin his butterfly and so be able to revel in its colors
If you can look at the sunset and smile, then you still have hope… If you can find beauty in the colors of a small flower, then you still have hope…
If you can find pleasure in the movement of a butterfly, then you still have hope… If the smile of a child can still warm your heart, then you still have hope…
If you can see the good in other people, then you still have hope… If the rain breaking on a roof top can still lull you to sleep, then you still have hope…
If the sight of a rainbow still makes you stop and stare in wonder, then you still have hope…
If the soft fur of a favored pet still feels pleasant under your fingertips, then you still have hope…
If you meet new people with a trace of excitement and optimism, then you still have hope…
If you give people the benefit of a doubt, then you still have hope…
If you still offer your hand in friendship to others that have touched your life, then you still have hope…
If receiving an unexpected card or letter still brings a pleasant surprise, then you still have hope…
If the suffering of others still fills you with pain and frustration, then you still have hope…
If you refuse to let a friendship die, or accept that it must end, then you still have hope…
If you look forward to a time or place of quiet and reflection, then you still have hope…
If you still buy the ornaments, put up the Christmas tree or cook the turkey, then you still have hope…
If you still watch love stories or want the endings to be happy, then you still have hope…
If you can look to the past and smile, then you still have hope….
If,
when faced with the bad, when told everything is futile, you can still
look up and end the conversation with the phrase… yeah….BUT.. Then you still have hope…
Hope is such a marvelous thing. It bends, it twists, it sometimes
hides, but rarely does it break… It sustains us when nothing else can…
It gives us reason to continue and courage to move ahead, when we tell
ourselves we’d rather give in…
Hope
puts a smile on our face when the heart cannot manage… Hope puts our
feet on the path when our eyes cannot see it… Hope moves us to act when
our souls are confused of the direction….
Hope
is a wonderful thing, something to be cherished and nurtured, and
something that will refresh us in return… And it can be found in each of
us, and it can bring light into the darkest of places… Never lose hope…
Todavia puedes tener esperanza
Si puedes mirar el atardecer y sonreír, entonces todavía tienes esperanza ... Si puedes encontrar la belleza en los colores de una pequeña flor, entonces todavía tienes esperanza ...
Si puedes encontrar placer en el movimiento de una mariposa, entonces todavía tienes esperanza ... Si la sonrisa de un niño todavía puede calentar tu corazón, entonces todavía tienes esperanza ...
Si puedes ver lo bueno en otras personas, entonces todavía tienes esperanza ... Si la lluvia que se rompe en la azotea todavía puede adormecerte, entonces todavía tienes esperanza ...
Si la visión de un arco iris todavía te hace parar y mirar con asombro, entonces todavía tienes esperanza ...
Si el suave pelaje de una mascota favorita sigue siendo agradable bajo la punta de los dedos, entonces todavía tienes esperanza ...
Si conoces gente nueva con un rastro de emoción y optimismo, entonces todavía tienes esperanza ...
Si le das a la gente el beneficio de una duda, entonces todavía tienes esperanza ...
Si aún ofreces tu mano en amistad a los demás que han tocado tu vida, entonces todavía tienes esperanza ...
Si recibir una tarjeta o carta inesperada todavía trae una agradable sorpresa, entonces todavía tienes esperanza ...
Si el sufrimiento de otros todavía te llena de dolor y frustración, entonces todavía tienes esperanza ...
Si te niegas a dejar que una amistad muera, o aceptas que debe terminar, entonces todavía tienes esperanza ...
Si espera un momento o lugar de quietud y reflexión, entonces todavía tienes esperanza ...
Si todavía compras los adornos, pon el árbol de Navidad o cocina el pavo, entonces todavía tienes esperanza ...
Si sigues viendo historias de amor o quieres que las terminaciones sean felices, entonces todavía tienes esperanza ...
Si puedes mirar al pasado y sonreír, entonces todavía tienes esperanza ...
Si, cuando te enfrentas a lo malo, cuando te dicen que todo es inútil, aún puedes mirar hacia arriba y finalizar la conversación con la frase ... sí ... .Pero ... entonces todavía tienes esperanza ...
La esperanza es algo maravilloso. Se dobla, se retuerce, a veces se esconde, pero rara vez se rompe ... Nos sostiene cuando nada más puede ... Nos da razones para continuar y valor para seguir adelante, cuando nos decimos a nosotros mismos que preferimos ceder ...
Hope pone una sonrisa en nuestra cara cuando el corazón no puede ... La esperanza pone nuestros pies en el camino cuando nuestros ojos no pueden verlo ... La esperanza nos mueve a actuar cuando nuestras almas están confundidas en la dirección ...
La esperanza es algo maravilloso, algo que debemos valorar y nutrir, y algo que nos refrescará a cambio ... Y se puede encontrar en cada uno de nosotros, y puede llevar luz a los lugares más oscuros ... Nunca pierdas la esperanza…
My opinion about the poem:
I really liked this poem because it is a very
beautiful poem that speaks about as we must have hope and see the great
things that surround us, "hope is a wonderful thing"
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