Item 1: A story
The fox and the grapes
One afternoon, a fox was walking through the forest and spotted a bunch of grapes hanging from over a lofty branch.
“Just the thing to quench my thirst,” he
thought.
Taking a few steps back, the fox jumped and just missed the hanging
grapes. Again the fox took a few paces back and tried to reach them but
still failed.
Finally, giving up, the fox turned up his nose and said, “They’re probably sour anyway,” and proceeded to walk away.
Rhetorical device: Irony
Rhetorical device: Irony
Moral: It’s easy to despise what you cannot have.
Item 2: A poem
Invidual golf
He stood upon the link’s first tee
And made a straight and perfect drive.
His iron he sliced around a tree,
Dead to the pin. Instead of five
He holed a single putt for three.
And made a straight and perfect drive.
His iron he sliced around a tree,
Dead to the pin. Instead of five
He holed a single putt for three.
Another perfect shot was made
Two hundred fifty yards or more.
A midiron with a lofted blade
He used to help his medal score,
For with it dead, the ball he laid.
A midiron with a lofted blade
He used to help his medal score,
For with it dead, the ball he laid.
Two threes he had to start the round.
Next came a short and well trapped hole.
His drive, a cleek, rose from the ground
Straight for the green and on the pole
He holed a two with smile profound.
Next came a short and well trapped hole.
His drive, a cleek, rose from the ground
Straight for the green and on the pole
He holed a two with smile profound.
Thus went his game in less than par
A record for all time, you guess.
No hook nor slice his score to mar;
No balls in rough all down in less
Than almost nothing—there you are.
No hook nor slice his score to mar;
No balls in rough all down in less
Than almost nothing—there you are.
No, gentle golfer, ’twas no dream
In which this magic score was made,
Although at first it so would seem
When former cards were cast in shade,
By this titanic play supreme.
In which this magic score was made,
Although at first it so would seem
When former cards were cast in shade,
By this titanic play supreme.
But now the secret bare is shown
Of how these threes and fours were done.
Some putts, of course, he could disown
Of how these threes and fours were done.
Some putts, of course, he could disown
In fact, he never claimed but one,
For this great golfer played alone.
For this great golfer played alone.
Far greater than the best of clubs
Is one lone pencil in the hand
Is one lone pencil in the hand
It saves a hundred strokes to dubs
And proves a blessing in the land
Because it never counts the flubs.
Rhetorical devices: Rhyme, metaphor.
And proves a blessing in the land
Because it never counts the flubs.
Rhetorical devices: Rhyme, metaphor.
Moral: When golfers tell of shots unknown just ask them if they played alone
Item 3: Picture
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Moral: You'll fail if you give up.
Hello Hồng,
Trả lờiXóaI accidentally found a quote of Thomas A. Edison that reminds me of the picture you selected:
“Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.”
How does it sound to you?
Good day ^^
Thanks for your comment. It's realy useful.
XóaNhận xét này đã bị tác giả xóa.
Trả lờiXóahi Hồng,
Trả lờiXóaIn my opinion,
in item 1, message: people often quibble when they don't achieve what they want.
in item 3, message: people's failure is that they give up without knowing they are so close to the success.
Hi Hong,
Trả lờiXóaI think your entry quite good.
But in item 1, Rhetorical device: Irony and metaphor