Item 1: Poem
ABOUT
LOVE
I hate the way you talk to me...
or don't talk to me when your mad.
I hate the way you don't need me...
and don't care if you've made me sad.
I hate your moody silences...
and the way you block me out.
I hate your indifference to me...
and I hate it when you shout.
I hate the way you're always right.
and that you refuse to show you care.
I hate it when you laugh at me...
and I hate it when you stare.
I hate it when you're not around...
and I hate when you don't call.
But the one thing that I hate the most...
is the way I don't hate you...
not even close...
not even a little bit...
not even at all.
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When your looking at the stars,
In the eternal blue
Remember that each star out there
Is a reason why I love you
And when you think your alone,
And when no one is there at all
I'll be right in front of you,
To catch you when you fall
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I wrote your name in the sky,
but the wind blew it away.
I wrote your name in the sand,
but the waves washed it away.
I wrote your name in my heart,
and forever it will stay.
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I hate the way you talk to me...
or don't talk to me when your mad.
I hate the way you don't need me...
and don't care if you've made me sad.
I hate your moody silences...
and the way you block me out.
I hate your indifference to me...
and I hate it when you shout.
I hate the way you're always right.
and that you refuse to show you care.
I hate it when you laugh at me...
and I hate it when you stare.
I hate it when you're not around...
and I hate when you don't call.
But the one thing that I hate the most...
is the way I don't hate you...
not even close...
not even a little bit...
not even at all.
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When your looking at the stars,
In the eternal blue
Remember that each star out there
Is a reason why I love you
And when you think your alone,
And when no one is there at all
I'll be right in front of you,
To catch you when you fall
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I wrote your name in the sky,
but the wind blew it away.
I wrote your name in the sand,
but the waves washed it away.
I wrote your name in my heart,
and forever it will stay.
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1.Rhethorical
device:
1.1.
Repetition:
“ I hate”
“not even” “when” “I wrote your name”……
1.2.
parallelism:
I hate the way you talk to me...
or don't talk to me when your mad.
I hate the way you don't need me...
and don't care if you've made me sad.
I hate your moody
silences...
and the way you block me out.
I hate your indifference to me...
and I hate it when you shout.
I hate the way you're always right.
and that you refuse to show you care.
I hate it when you laugh at me...
and I hate it when you stare.
and the way you block me out.
I hate your indifference to me...
and I hate it when you shout.
I hate the way you're always right.
and that you refuse to show you care.
I hate it when you laugh at me...
and I hate it when you stare.
But
the one thing that I hate the most...
is the way I don't hate you...
not even close...
not even a little bit...
not even at all.
is the way I don't hate you...
not even close...
not even a little bit...
not even at all.
1.3.
Climax:
not even close...
not even a little bit...
not even at all.
not even a little bit...
not even at all.
1.4.
Rhymes:
Mad-sad
Out-shout
Care-stare
Around-most-close
Away-away-stay
1.5.
Symbol:
I
wrote your name in the sky,
but the wind blew it away.
I wrote your name in the sand,
but the waves washed it away
but the wind blew it away.
I wrote your name in the sand,
but the waves washed it away
the
wind and the waves blew and washed the name away is the symbol of the hopeless
love.
2. Message:
Although
there is no evidence if the person in this poem is girl or boy, I have a
feeling that a girl is telling about her love. She wrote about her hopeless
love through many images. No matter how hard she tried, he did not pay any
attention about her. She hates that feeling but she can not prevent herself
from loving him, more and more. The wind can blow his name she wrote in the
sky, the waves can washed his name she wrote on sand, but nothing can delete
his name she wrote in her heart!
Item 2: Fable
Important work
The last to board the plane fromSeattle to Dallas were a woman and
three children. “Oh please don’t sit next to me,” I thought. “I’ve got so much
work to do.” But a moment later an eleven-year-old girl and her nine-year-old
brother were climbing over the empty seat next to me while the woman and a
four-year-old boy sat behind. Almost immediately the older children started
bickering while the child behind intermittently kicked my seat. Every few
minutes the boy would ask his sister, “Where are we now?” “Shut up!” she’d snap
and their new round of squirming and whining would ensue.
“Kids have no concept of important work,” I thought, and quietly resented my predicament. Then I differently had another thought coming from a father’s heart, against all my testiness up to that moment – so clearly: “They’re so lovely!” Then I immediately countered to myself: “But these kids are brats, and I’ve got important work to do”. Then my inner voice simply replied, “Love them as if they were your children.” So as to answer his repeated
“Where-are-we-now?” question repeatedly, I turned the screen in front of me to the in-flight magazine map, in spite of concentrating on my important work.
I started to explain our flight path, dividing it into quarter-hour flight increments and together we estimated when the flight would land inDallas .
Soon they were telling me about their trip toSeattle to see their
father who was in the hospital. As we talked they continuously asked about
flying, navigation, science and grown-ups’ views about life – things that they
heard or saw somewhere before. The time passed quickly and my “important” work
was left undone.
As we were preparing to land, I seemed to remember something and asked how their father was doing now, they grew quiet and the boy simply said, “He died.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry.”
“Yeah, me too. I loved him very much! But it’s my little brother I’m most worried about. He’s taking it real hard.”
I suddenly realized what we’d really been talking about was the most important work we ever face: living, loving and growing in spite of heartbreak. When we said good-bye inDallas airport, the boy shook my hand and
thanked me for being his “airline teacher.” And I thanked him for being mine.
- Dan S. Bagley
The last to board the plane from
“Kids have no concept of important work,” I thought, and quietly resented my predicament. Then I differently had another thought coming from a father’s heart, against all my testiness up to that moment – so clearly: “They’re so lovely!” Then I immediately countered to myself: “But these kids are brats, and I’ve got important work to do”. Then my inner voice simply replied, “Love them as if they were your children.” So as to answer his repeated
“Where-are-we-now?” question repeatedly, I turned the screen in front of me to the in-flight magazine map, in spite of concentrating on my important work.
I started to explain our flight path, dividing it into quarter-hour flight increments and together we estimated when the flight would land in
Soon they were telling me about their trip to
As we were preparing to land, I seemed to remember something and asked how their father was doing now, they grew quiet and the boy simply said, “He died.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry.”
“Yeah, me too. I loved him very much! But it’s my little brother I’m most worried about. He’s taking it real hard.”
I suddenly realized what we’d really been talking about was the most important work we ever face: living, loving and growing in spite of heartbreak. When we said good-bye in
- Dan S. Bagley
Message: nowadays, our life is
becoming busier and busier. We try to earn more and more money. We do not know
anything but works and works. We run after them and forget what are really
important to me. They can not be works; they are love and caring between
people; they are the way we go on living…
Item 3: cartoon
Symbol:
The melting of the snow ball
is the symbol of global warming
Two bears are symbol of
human.
Message: the
ice is melting because of the global warming and our life is threatened.
However, instead of trying to improve it, we are just calm and with a stupid
optimism, we consider it as a hoax.
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