Tonight was our last second class in this semester and we were so lucky that Abbie brought one of her favorite children's books and read it to us. We were sitting on the chairs in a big circle as kids who were eager to know the new story and tonight, Abbie was the best librarian who volunteered to read it to all of us! It's an interesting book and I believe that our imagination creates lively pictures and the words guide us to the possible directions where the writers would like us to explore. It was fun to listen to a story like that!
Luckily, four of us prepared something to share with us. Julie was the first to share a story about Joseph who was his father's favorite son. She thoughtfully read the story to us and showed two videos about this story. One is an animation and the other one is performed in traditional Chinese drama way. That was quite interesting!
Barrett was the third to step on the stage and shared some collections of his books. He brought a medium-sized paper bag full of English books, novels and readers. He introduced each of his books and each of them contains some of Barrett's memories. He also told us why he chose Barrett as his English name. He also mentioned that he kind of struggled to understand some of his books but he pointed out that one of the tips of improving English is to think and write in English rather than in Chinese. He definitely has quite many books to read and no doubt, he has already finished most of them and his English is getting better and better!
Last but not the least, Abbie led us to read two of her favorite poems. They are touching and it's true that words are so powerful that we get influenced and then take action to change ourselves.
There is no Frigate like a Book
There is no Frigate like a Book
To take us Lands away
Nor any Coursers like a Page
Of prancing Poetry –
This Traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of Toll –
How frugal is the Chariot
That bears the Human Soul –
The Peace of Wild Things
The Peace of Wild Things
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
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