Unit Eleven Story on the Lawn



　 　At 40°latitude, 110°longitude there was a large area of luxuriant lawn. A river meandered through the grassland, manuring it with fresh water. A liberal girl lived there, whose merits was her matchless beauty and irreproachable ken. Her hair was lithe and her eyes limpid. Every morning she would wear her laurel and lash her sheep onto the lawn. The mediocre life elapsed in lull for many, many years.



　　One day an itinerant nobleman came to the lawn. He was authorized by an irrevocable legislation to levy the place. He had malady in his leg and had to limp all the time, and all people jeered at his jolting languid muscle when he came. Some children's malicious mimicry to his walking manner greatly irritated him.



　　As he saw the girl, his eyes were filled with luster and his lust arose: "Aha, a menial meek girl with fine malleable skin! She reminds me of my newly-marital life."



　　Full of malice, he kindled a cigar and accosted the girl: "You're such a methodical girl with manifold talents. I've learned of a maxim saying that, phoenix cannot reside on a small tree, and I can liberate you from the leash of husbandry. You should lease your sheep to others and go with me to the maritime capital city whose prosperity is lauded by all."



　　The girl was not at all irresolute. She replied in listless tone: "Look at the irreverent smile on your face and the ugly ledge on your leg. By meticulous observation, I loathe you. Your maneuver cannot jumble my mind and languish my alert."



　　"Maligning!" shouted the nobleman.



　　After some liaison, many lusty malcontents came to the girl and drove the nobleman away.



(April, 12th)



Unit Twelve The General Election



　　The quadrennial US president election is once again muddling the multitude. Parades with partisan motif fill the streets and obstruct the traffic. Nocturnal TV programs are monotonous due to the noxious orations. Both parties have gained tremendous patronage from the opulence of large businesses. It's no wonder the greatest ordeal to those politicians.



　　The Democratic Party's candidate, Gore, is an outspoken and overbearing man with obstinate thoughts nurtured in a needy family. He gives an offhand comment that the Republic Party's candidate, Bush, is a moron with morbid brain. He outwitted the public that, if he wins, he would modulate the policies, popularize obligatory education and mollify the current economic depression.



　　Bush, although overdue for the election, is a munificent person with nimble style in his outfits. He obscures his own flaws and evades Gore's onsets. Instead, he frequently mentioned the former president Clinton's obscene history. "I'm not the panacea for all problems, but I can be palatable small dish for you to nibble. Oust Gore from your tickets and support me please. Our serious security conditions can be mitigated." Bush paraphrases his ideas.



　　As Gore overlooks many chances and fails to mold his aspect successfully, his negligence finally causes Bush's victory. According to the pact between them, Bush sets up his government and begins to nominate his ministers.



(April, 13th)



Unit Thirteen Mahatma Gandhi



　　Gandhi was the peerless precursor of India national independence movement as well as a provident politician with prodigious probity. Grown up in penury, he was a pious posterity of the Indian people and had no prodigal penchants.



　　Fighting for the perennial independence of India, Gandhi is propped by many followers. He told them to keep placid and proscribed violence which may pervert people, for he knew profoundly, if that prevails, their prestige would be profaned and the movement would fall in plight. As a result, he kept placating his followers by plotting petitions with percussions and pleaded with the British colonists with propriety to accept their plausible proposals. Local governors professed his process permissible, and his minions proliferated.



　　As Gandhi's propensity to become independent protruded and his profuse methods of struggle protracted, the colonists were prodded and pensive. They fear that the poise would be broken and fights would pervade. So they prosecuted Gandhi for pilferage of poultries and plunged the plaintiff into the penal jail. The jail keeper was prone to sympathy and made special food provision for Gandhi by pecking the jail wall. Their precious proximity was not perpetuated. Soon the keeper was precluded from touching Gandhi and Gandhi lost his preference.



　　A prolific playwright wrote a play about Gandhi with pertinent topic recently. In the prelude of the play he premised that Gandhi was still alive. When the play was on, it precipitated and the perspective of the city's profile became picturesque.



(April, 14th)



Unit Fourteen The Lord and the Hermit



　　Once upon a time there was a rapacious lord. He was relentless to his tenants and quelled them by placing quotas to their living condition. Soon he collected quantitatively great revenue and lived in a radiate palace. He was also renowned for his queer clothes.



　　One day the lord's disease relapsed, so he rallied his subordinates for help. One of them said: "I've heard of a recluse who knows regimen well residing nearby. Why not visit his residence for help?" Another retorted: "Be prudent, maybe it is only a rumor." But the rash lord was filled with rapture and ratified the visiting plan.



　　On the next Sunday, the lord purged himself, held a quaint rite and started for the hermit's home. They passed ruggedrustic passages full of paddles and the lord almost recoiled. Finally they arrived. The lord felt disappointed at the recluse's reception, but he wouldn't relinquish the chance and talked to the hermit with reverence.



　　The hermit ruminated and reverted to the main topic in a pungent voice: "I've heard lots of your ravenous deeds. You retract the land you've distributed to the farmers and order them to redeem their land. You must redress your guilt and rehabilitate their freedom. Reimburse their respective debts and build refuge for them. You can retain the residue of your property."



　　The lord was reluctant to renounce his wealth and be rent from his palace. He rebuked: "Your advice is too reckless. I'm resolute not to accept it."



　　"Why so repulsive? You cannot repudiate my words." The hermit reiterated his suggestion and its resonance echoed. "Remit their taxes with rebates, or a riot is imminent."



　　The lord again refuted. At last he went back in remorse.



(April, 15th)



Unit Fifteen Watching the Execution



　　It is reported that two seer criminals were to be executed in the town center today, and spontaneous spectators have gathered around the sedate square in sporadic groups fore fear of solitude. They skimmed the sardonic slogans pasted on the walls about those social slags. The air was solemn and sensuous.



　　Soon several policemen came from the stall as speculated, shoving two criminals saddled by shackles. As they walked around the sloppy slope, people shunned them because they're thought to be sinister. Then the executioner began to scrutinize the criminals that had been kept in seclusion for days, his face steadfast and his rifle shined with splendor.



　　The first criminal was a murderer who had smothered a boy. The police was not sluggish at all and pushed him forward without scruple. As the executioner drew his sword and it slumped, the criminal's neck snapped, and his head was severed from the body. Blood spouted from the gush and sprayed onto the ground. Some watchers' clothes were smeared and spewed at the terrible scene. The executioner sheathed his sword and shouted: "Next one."



　　The second was a sly cheater who obtained $100,000 through one solitary method. He solicited: "I fear the savor of sword. Kill me with a rifle, please." "No, it squanders bullets." Replied the executioner with sarcasm. "You're too skimpy," said the criminal in a satirical tone, "please satiate my last will." After some squabbling he was satisfied.



　　The executioner fired at the criminal's spleen. Blood spurted out, like sprouting flower. The criminal was still sober and felt seared. The bullet singed his body and killed him without much snag.



　　The police then gave the spectators lots of sermon but nobody listened. I collected a bullet shell and scooped some blood sediment up from the ground as a souvenir, then returned home without sojourn.



(April, 16th)



Unit Sixteen Misery of the Negro Slaves



　　400 years ago, many European colonists with supple hair went to Africa and subverted the aboriginal empires. After the subjection, local residents succumbed to the colonists. The conquerors found them stocky and submissive. They surmised that those tangible traits made them suitable for strenuous work. So they shipped those Negroes to America in order to supersede animal labor.



　　During the 1600s, from African plains to the summits, millions of Negroes tallying the requirements were tied together with strap. Their noses were transfixed and their faces tinted. Then they were jammed into stout ships teeming slaves thrust by sails and shipped to America. While in the ship, they fed on tepid tenuous porridge and stodgy corn. Stripped of all things, their head thumped the deck and their noses tingled while the ship waved. Such bad conditions were not tentative, so they became torpid and tranquil as well as susceptible. Surplus people were thrown into the sea and were submerged by water. As the slavers kept tantalizing them, Even the most temperate man became sullen. Their touchy temperament caused much strife and many ships strayed.



　　After they finally surmounted all the difficulties stunting them and subsisted until they reached America, they found themselves suffusing the slaver's farms to which they were subsidiary. Their stingy superintendents stipulated with them that, their job was temporal and would soon be supplanted by more succinct work. It's their tact however. Everyday they ate their sustenance when the bell tolled. It was tacit in the synopsis of the contact that they can never be free. Their thrift and torment transcended all that in human history.



　　When their deeds transpired, the colonists' reputation got tarnished. International organizations sublimated the topic of fighting against slavery and began to tackle the problem.



(April, 17th)



Unit Seventeen The Perilous Journal



　　Common tourists virtually never go upstream the Amazon River too far. I've been venerating those valiant adventurers as well as wistful and longing to become one, until last year, I joined a group of archaeologists who were trying to unearth archaic vestiges, such as wares polished with varnish, from a site deep in the rainforests.



　　Several trotting mules tugged our boat. Our leader, Jimmy, was an upright, witty man with unshaken will. He wielded the steer warily and kept vigilant. The water trickling underneath our boat formed trifling waves. The uncanny scenes and unruly animals on the banks aroused our whims.



　　It was dawn and everything around was vague. Suddenly the boat was wagged sharply and we woke up in turmoil. There was a huge whirlpool ahead, which generated vehementvibration. As we waddled toward Jimmy, he veered the boat with not a whit of hurry until we escaped the turbulent area.



　　Still in trepidation, we got onto the bank and launched a campfire with twigs. We took off the wet clothes and wrung them out, then dried them on the fire through ventilation. I made a wry smile because I was wearing an unbecoming coat in vogue. We then composed a verse to praise Jimmy's wit and valor.



　　As the incident vexed us, our faith wavered and our courage waned. Somebody tried to wheedle Jimmy into aborting the adventure, but Jimmy vetoed the suggestion. "Unless unanimity, I won't agree with such unseemly advice." He vindicated his decision.



(April, 18th)



The End



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