2012年4月15日 星期日
Favorite Food
My favorite food is absolutely tempura. Tempura is made of surimi. There are many different ways to cook tempura, fry, steam and grill. There are also different shapes of tempura, rounded shape or a long and thin shape. I like all different kinds of tempura. The reason why I like tempura so much is because of the feelings I get when I bite it. Tempura can have different tastes depends on how you cook it and the sauce people put on top of it. Tempura is all around Taiwan. Because it is very easy to make, you can find a tempura store almost on every street. I like tempura no matter how the store cooks it or what they put on top of it. One other reason why I like tempura is because my father. My father loves tempura too. He took me to eat my different kind of tempura. His favorite one is steam tempura with special sauce on top. Because my mother doesn't like tempura, so my father and I sometimes secretly go to eat tempura ourselves.
2012年3月7日 星期三
Billy Collins
Billy Collins is a poet, who turned his poems into animation. I think it is actually a very good and interesting ideas. Because now a days, people are not the interested in poetry anymore, but animations. After watching five animations of Billy Collins poems, my favorite one is The Dead. This is the fist one I saw, probably because of its title, The DeadI, which is very attracted. I really like the drawings, I think it really brings out the mood and the emotions of the poem. But I don't like how the person read the poem. He has no emotions in his words. He really sounded like a zombie. Other than that, I think the clip is very good. The drawings really suit the poems, they actually let the audience to see the images that Billy Collins was trying to say in his poem.
2012年2月26日 星期日
Narrative Poem Research
A narrative poem is a poem that tells a story and has a plot. Narrative poem tells a series events using poetic devices, such as rhythm, rhyme, and other devices. Many of the elements in a short story and also included in a narrative poem, such as plot, character, setting, and conflict.
The Highwayman, a famous poem written by Alfred Noyes, is about a nameless highwayman. He is in love with Bess, a landlord's daughter. The highway man escape the ambush from Tim, a jealous man, when Bess sacrifices herself to safe the highway man. This poem has a clear plot. The readers can clearly understand what the author is trying to tell us. A poem like this, which has a plot, is a narrative poem.
The Highwayman, a famous poem written by Alfred Noyes, is about a nameless highwayman. He is in love with Bess, a landlord's daughter. The highway man escape the ambush from Tim, a jealous man, when Bess sacrifices herself to safe the highway man. This poem has a clear plot. The readers can clearly understand what the author is trying to tell us. A poem like this, which has a plot, is a narrative poem.
2012年2月22日 星期三
Extended Metaphor
My life is like an ocean. Sometimes there are big waves crushing onto the shore or whirlpool twisting all the water into a big black whole. But sometimes it is like the Pacific, calm and tranquil, nothing happening. There are sunshine in my life, but also typhoons. The ocean is very big and endless, some as my life. I would never know when It will end. Life is very unpredictable, just like oceans. You can only see the bright blue surface, but never know what is deep inside.
2012年2月21日 星期二
Seven Stages
According to Jaques, a character in Shakespeare's comedy, there are seven stages of a person's life. I think the seven stages of a person are, baby, young child, teenager, young adult, adult, older adult, death. The first stage is baby, it is the stage when a person is born and to the age of five. The second stage is when the baby slowly grows up and now knows how to walk and speak. The next stage is teenager, this is the time when the child now has his or her own opinions and wants to grow up. The fourth stage is young adult, now the person don't need his parents anymore, he can take care of himself, which he will eventually find a soul mate of his life. The next stage is adult. In this stage, the man will create his own family, and give birth to the next generation. The last stage of life is death. After all these six stages, now is the time to face death.
2012年2月19日 星期日
Disrespect
There was one time that I felt very disrespected by a stranger. About two or three years ago, I went to a dumpling store to buy lunch. Because I wanted to buy take out, so I stood in front of the counter waiting for the waiter to come. While waiting, there was a old fat woman wearing a helmet came and yelled at the waiter saying what she wanted to order. I was very angry and told the waiter that I was here before the woman, she should stand in the line. The waiter didn't really listen to me about my complaining, she just asked me what I wanted to order. I thought that the waiter get my complaining, so I didn't say anything after she let me ordered. After waiting for five minutes, the waiter brought a bag of food out and handed to the old woman. I was very pissed, because I was there first, they should give me my food first. Just because I was a kid, so they didn't respect me or treat like they treat others. After I got home, I told my mom about this, and I said that would never go to that food store ever again.
2012年2月12日 星期日
A Blessing
A Blessing by James Wright is describing two ponies. The speaker and his friend was driving on the highway to Rochester, Minnesota, and saw two ponies. The author uses a lot of imagery on the poem to describe the scenes. In the second line of the poem, "Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass." Those seven words well described the sunset and how the sunset interact with the grass. "They bow shyly as wet swans, They love each other." This two sentences describe how the ponies bow, which is very gentle and soft. "She is black and white, Her mane falls wild on her forehead." These two lines are describing the appearances of the pony. The second sentence vividly describe the pony. In the last stanza, the author beautifully describe the scene. "And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear. That is delicate as the skin over a girl's wrist."
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