HUỲNH BÁ HỌC
THE STORY OF PENCIL AND ERASER
THE STORY OF PENCIL AND ERASER
Good morning, Ladies and Gentlemen!
First of all, let me introduce a little about myself. My full name is Huynh Ba Hoc, I'm currently a third year student studying Office management/'mænidʤmənt/. It's a great pleasure for me to welcome you all today for our contest/kən'test/. And let me thank you for this precious/'preʃəs/ opportunity to practice and learn foreign/'fɔrin/ languages /ˈlæŋgwɪʤɪz/ from each other.
As you can see on the screen, there are an eraser[iˈreizə] and a pencil/'pensl/. The story between them will give us a big message about the spiritual /'spiritjuəl/ maternity/mə'tə:niti/.
Pencil: I'm sorry . . . I made a mistake again . . . Eraser reassured /ˌriːəˈʃʊəd/: Never mind, my dear . . . you didn't do anything so wrong that it can not be corrected/kəˈrektɪd/.
Pencil replied ruefully /rɪˈplaɪd ˈruːfʊlɪ/: I'm sorry . . . because you get hurt/hə:t/ because of me. Whenever I made a mistake, you're always there to erase it. In making my mistakes vanish/'væniʃ/, you lose /lu:z/ a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller each time.
Eraser appeased /əˈpiːzd/: That's true. But I don't really mind. You see, I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. I want you to be correct . . . always.
Pencil continued /kənˈtɪnjuːd/: I am happy that you are always there to correct me. I do not know how I will do without you . . .
Eraser responded /rɪsˈpɒndɪd/ with a smiley face: I know one day I'll be gone and you'll replace me with a new one but I love to be with you and I'm actually happy doing my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad. I wish, eventually you will learn to do your job without me.
It's a short story of mother's love. Mothers are like the Eraser whereas[weərˈæz] their children are the Pencil. Mothers are always there for their children, cleaning up their mistakes and encouraging /in'kʌridʤiɳ/ them to correct themselves. Sometimes along the way . . . they get hurt, become reduced/rɪˈdjuːst/, older and in the end, pass on. Our mothers are always happy doing for their children. They hate to see their precious ones worrying or sad.
That's all for my story today. Thanks for your attention!
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Hoàng Thị Hoa
Phổ thôngThank you for your posting!. It's a meaningful story.