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"The most wanted thing" picture book story PPT
The day is still bright, the stars are still flashing, father, brother and me, leave our cabin, hurried on the road, out of the town to work.
The side of the road in the Cana River, the other side is the mountain. We are carrying oil lamp, hurry. My stomach has been grunting, because we have no breakfast yet. However, I really want not something, of course, if you have to eat, it is also very good.
What I most want to do is learn to read.
But now, I have to work. From sunrise to sunset, we in the salt field, the salt into a barrel only.
The salt is piled like a white mountain, even higher than the father's head. We are shoveling the salt all day, the salt is not getting worse at all.
We only have to rest for a while - potatoes and tortillas are brought in the pocket of his coat. I eat while watching these white salt mountain. Salt is very heavy and very rough. Do not care that these shiny crystals will cut your hands, arms, legs and feet.
Because all day spade shovel shovel salt, my arm and sour and pain. But I do not care about this pain, I think of the heart is the desire to read. I have seen people read - there are young people, there are old people. I'm nine years old. I know that if there is a chance, I can read.
I think that those books must be hidden secret.
"The most wanted thing" picture book story PPT
The day is still bright, the stars are still flashing, father, brother and me, leave our cabin, hurried on the road, out of the town to work.
The side of the road in the Cana River, the other side is the mountain. We are carrying oil lamp, hurry. My stomach has been grunting, because we have no breakfast yet. However, I really want not something, of course, if you have to eat, it is also very good.
What I most want to do is learn to read.
But now, I have to work. From sunrise to sunset, we in the salt field, the salt into a barrel only.
The salt is piled like a white mountain, even higher than the father's head. We are shoveling the salt all day, the salt is not getting worse at all.
We only have to rest for a while - potatoes and tortillas are brought in the pocket of his coat. I eat while watching these white salt mountain. Salt is very heavy and very rough. Do not care that these shiny crystals will cut your hands, arms, legs and feet.
Because all day spade shovel shovel salt, my arm and sour and pain. But I do not care about this pain, I think of the heart is the desire to read. I have seen people read - there are young people, there are old people. I'm nine years old. I know that if there is a chance, I can read.
I think that those books must be hidden secret.
