On 14th February it is celebrated St. Valentine’s Day, known as a day when people give presents to the beloved one. The most common gifts are Valentine Cards, chocolates in red heart-shaped boxes, candies or even jewels. Cards contain the sweetest words to sound as romantic melodies in the ears.
But, what is the story of St. Valentine? Do you know its origin? Go to the reading corner and find out more.
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The following poem is a very interesting one. I think it expresses gracefully the process of learning a new language, how you may feel when you go through this never-ending path. I hope you enjoy it. You can share your feelings, emotions or thoughts.
Learning a language
is like doing a jigsaw puzzle
of a million pieces
with a picture that keeps changing.
It’s like getting lost in a foreign city
without a map.
It’s like playing tennis without a ball,
like being an ant in a field of grasshoppers.
It’s being an acrobat with a broken leg,
an actor without a script,
a carpenter without a saw,
a storyteller without a middle or an end.
But then gradually
it’s like being out in the early morning
with the mist lifting.
It’s like a chink of light under a door,
like finding the glove you were looking for,
catching the train you thought you were going to miss,
getting an unlooked-for present,
exchanging a smile.
And then one day it’s like riding a bicycle
very fast downhill.
Olivia MacMahon
I have come across this poem in the British Council website (Learning English).
http://www.britishcouncil.org/learnenglish-central-magazine-themes-links-landing-page.htm