Cho mọi đọc câu chuyện này nè.Rồi đoán ra nó là chuyện gì nhé

Once upon a time, there was a girl called Cinderella who did all the work in the kitchen while her lazy sisters did nothing. One night her sisters went to a ball at the palace. Cinderella was left at home, feeling very sad. After a time her fairy godmother appeared and told Cinderella that she could go to the ball, but she had to return home by midnight. So she went to the ball in a beautiful dress and a wonderful coach. She danced with the prince, but at midnight she ran back home, leaving one of her shoes on the dance floor. The prince wanted to see her again and went to every house in the capital until he found that the shoe was the right size for Cinderella. The prince and Cinderella were married and lived happily ever after.

hãy dich bài bằng tiếng anh  sau đây:

My History teacher for this school year is Ms. Lan, and we are all happy to study with her. She will turn 38 this year, but she still does not intend to get married or even have a boyfriend. She says that her life is for teaching and training students, and she feels it better to stay with her parents. She is a short, slim and beautiful woman despite her age. She loves to wear colorful ao dai to school, and we can count that maybe she has up to 30 different ones. Ms. Lan is a gentle and kind person, so she uses a really soft voice to give lectures, and the whole class must be very quiet in order to hear exactly what she is saying. Besides those lectures, she usually chats with us about her life and other funny things, so we feel very comfortable when studying with her. She is our teacher, but it seems that we are more worried about her than vice versa. Although she is happy to be alone, we all hope that she will find her true love soon.

dien cac tu sao vao cho cham 

expensive    ;    after  ; fun ;   temple ; types   ; shop ; vacation ; bought  ; thought  ; like 

liz has just come back from her ........ in nha trang . it was really wonterful. she had a lot of ........ for liz , the people in nha trang were friendly and the food was delicious . but she thought that most things there were not cheap .they were quite ........ her parents took her to see cham ...... and tri nguyen aquarium. in tri nguyen aquarium they saw some sea animals .............. sharks , dolphins and turtles . they also saw a lot of different ........ of fish . liz liked the colorful fish . she...... they were the most beatiful. they bought some things from the souenir ............ near the exit of the aquarium . liz's father .......... her a cap with a picture of dolphin , and her mother bought a poster. liz bought gifts for her friends . .................. the trip liz did not feel tired at all 

mai mik can gap

anien is a little girl ,one night she go to sleep when she sleep the door is opening but no one at there she think it just the kitty it is always annoy her .but this strange story is always annoy her .she need to tell her dad .in the affternoon she tell the strange story for her dad and he just say;'oh it was the kitty'.'but the kitty i pass it in the kitchen and lock the door'.anien said ,her father looks his with the face ,his face looks so worried 'did you see any women any cock of blood,...' anien father ask ' no'.anien answer and she go to the kitchen and she`s screamming her `s father run into the kitchen he see anien is cry and he looks down the flour the kitty of anien lost....it`s ...head.he appease anien and anien go to hẻ bedroom she`s cry and she `s sleep when she sleep the door opening again and anien see a women she is taking a knife a cock and open the door she go near anien and start take her blood and she put the cock with anien`s blood on the table and go out anien close her `s eyes and cry after few minutes the women come back and drinks anien`blood then she go out next morning anien tell the story for her parents and they decied to change house .

dịch đi mấy chế 

Dịch sang Tiếng Việt:

"Tonight I sleep the round 
She is the wind of human life. " 

In this life, someone did not grow up in mother's arms, was heard Matthew bid ru sweet deal, a pharmacist who would not dream of sinking into the wind, her hand fan every sultry summer afternoon. And in this life, one love by his mother, one for life because I like her, someone ready to share with her as her sweet fleshy. 

For me too, she is most interested in me and who I loved and the most indebted in the world. I used to think my mother was not beautiful. Not because there is a beautiful white skin, round face recovery or sparkling eyes ... but her face just skinny, tanned, high forehead, the wrinkles of the age of 40, of how anxiety in life in the upper corner of her eye. But my father told her more beautiful than other women in the intellectual beauty. Yes, my mother was smart, agile, very resourceful. On the position of a leader, who thinks his mother is cold, harsh. there are times when I thought so. but when his mother sat, her hands caressing my hair, everyone thought it all disappear. I have the sensation lightheadedness, anxiety hard to describe, feeling like I have never received so much love. It looks like a strong dotted line passed through her hands deep my heart, eye, lips tenderly, the sweet smile, ... through all of the parents. just love it when people close to her long before you feel all right. From small to large, I received the infinite love of the mother as a gift, a natural thing. 

In the eyes of a child, she was born to care for children. I never ask the question: Why do parents accept unconditional sacrifice for me? . Good mother, very good to me but sometimes I think parents are so worthy, so ... evil. How many times, she yelled at me, I cried. Cry for depression depression, where rather than weep bitterly regret. Then for a time ... I came home from school, my mother read her diary stolen. I was immediately very, immediately pulling the diary from her hand and shouted: "Why the mother too much! This is the secret of the child, the mother can not work on. Mother very ill, I do not need her anymore! "Just thought I would eat a slap hurt. But not just silence the mother, pale cheeks, healthier eyes brimming. There is something that I did not dare look into her eyes. 

I rushed into the room, locked the door despite the announcement on outside sales calls. I cried, cried so much, a small pillow was wet. As the late night, I awake, awake. There is a feeling of absence, which I do not how shortfalls avoided. I was wondering how I console myself by living in a world with no mother, not educated, will be very happy. But that's where the pharmacist to fill gaps in my head. Should I feel remorse? Was I hungry for love? ... 

Free man do I think gradually fell asleep. In the dream film, I felt a warm hand, lightly touching my hair, pulled my blanket. Yeah I'm looking forward to the feeling, the feeling of sweet loving. I sunk in moments of tenderness, she closed his eyes for fear if you open your eyes, feeling it would fly away, away forever into nothingness and the immediate space is just a reality. The next morning I woke up, I felt the house so that sadness that. There is something missing. That morning, I had to eat bread, no white rice every day. I rated violence, had asked her father to see where it goes. My father said, his mother is ill, hospitalized a week. Feeling sad I have to cover my little brain. Mother in hospital and who would cook, who wash, who confided to me? I'm sorry too, because of anger over that has shattered the happiness of this little house. In my sick mother. All week, I was very sad. Housing shortage so that her smile so lonely. Every meal I have to eat outside, no parents, then get one I like cooking. Oh I remember that the boiled vegetables, casseroles's mother always. 

After a week, she returned home, I was the first to welcome her. I've seen, she ran to hug me. Mother cried, saying: "I am sorry, she should not be secret child. Con ... I forgive her, listen to me. "Emotion I choked, tears poured wet. I just wanted to say: "Mommy errors in children, at the damage, all in children only. ". But why these words hard to say so. I hugged her, cried a lot. Alas! After a week I saw her was important to give any. Every day, parents busy with work that has stars like magic. Early in the morning, when he was dark, she was worried meals for your father. Then at the mother how to cook delicious dishes Oh. The food topping that does not nothing. The popular meal is only a belief but a matter of infinite love like mother. My father as the young birds pick each drop of sweet loving mother. The meal does not have mom, dad my whole dating process server to work together. Mother is washing, stripping the house ... the scan always hard at all. Mother took me all but I do not repay anything for her. Even words of love I'm not saying never. How many times have I toss and turn, the courage to tell her but then only, just wanted to say: Mom, now I grow it, I see love her, need her to know how. I have to love, listen to her. When children make mistakes, strict mother reminded, I do not even angry anymore, I just get error bowed and promised never again commit. When happy or sad, I will tell her to clap her hands to share with tenderness, gentle eyes. Mother's mother is not just that you, as you ... all of you. To grow and then find myself very happy to have her in the shape reminds. There mother was washing clothes, cleaning the house, cooking for the family. 

Mother, mother sacrificed so much for children that have never demanded the return of his mother. her mother is the best, highest, greatest. Take life by the mother who has what. Is anyone willing to shield me from time to time. Oh I love the children! Had the courage to speak three languages: "I love you! "Be alone. The pain brave, I just fine-but what was first commissioned as her mother was strict. Con wrote these words, the mother would understand this more than my heart. Mother do not think when I opposed because I do not like her mother. Con forever love you, happy mother, sad to see her bad luck. Mother is the life of me so I just wanted her life to love you forever, child care, comfort you, protect the children and for children to be interested in her, loved her life. Motherhood is the most sacred feelings in the world. Love how he has nurtured the adults, to teach how people get older. Government mother who brings her emotional middle child. So, I always loved her, would grow to be taking care of her. And I wanted to tell her that: "The mother is still big. Take life in the womb is human. " 

Điền từ nghĩ thích hợp :

A, .Mrs Chi and her children.................in the garden. She has a very beautiful garden behind her house. There are a ...............of flowers in the.......................She usually puts....................flowers............the sitting ...............Mrs Chi has .................friends ............London. Her friends are .........to visit her family next week. Mrs Chi often gives them a ..............of flowers when they go home from her house.

B, Miss Moreys lives in a suburb of London and she (1)________ English at a school. She has a lot of students. They (2)________ from different countries. Miss Moreys usually (3)_______ breakfast at 8 a.m. (4)_______ breakfast, she has some bread, two eggs and a cup of coffee. Then she goes to work. She usually goes by car but sometimes she goes (5)_______ her bike. She comes back home at 4 p.m. In the evening she (6)________ TV or listens to (7) ________ radio. She usually goes to (8)______ at 10 p.m.

Choose the letter A, B, C or D to answer these following questions

Miss Lam is a teacher. She is tall and thin. Her face is oval. Her hair is long and black. She has big and brown eyes. Her nose is small. Her lips are red and full. She is beautiful. And she is a good teacher, too. Every day, she often leaves home for school at 6:30. She enjoys her lunch at the school canteen. In the afternoon, she sometimes goes to the theater with some close friends of hers. After school, she comes back home at 5:00 pm.

Question: What time does she often go to school?

A. At six fifteen

B. At half past six

C. At a quarter to six

D. At six forty

Mọi người đọc mẩu chuyện này rồi cho mk ý kiến

Tonight I sleep the round.She is the wind of human life. “In this life, someone did not grow up in mother’s arms, was heard Matthew bid ru sweet deal, a pharmacist who would not dream of sinking into the wind, her hand fan every sultry summer afternoon. And in this life, one love by his mother, one for life because I like her, someone ready to share with her as her sweet fleshy.

For me too, she is most interested in me and who I loved and the most indebted in the world. I used to think my mother was not beautiful. Not because there is a beautiful white skin, round face recovery or sparkling eyes … but her face just skinny, tanned, high forehead, the wrinkles of the age of 40, of how anxiety in life in the upper corner of her eye. But my father told her more beautiful than other women in the intellectual beauty. Yes, my mother was smart, agile, very resourceful. On the position of a leader, who thinks his mother is cold, harsh. there are times when I thought so. but when his mother sat, her hands caressing my hair, everyone thought it all disappear. I have the sensation lightheadedness, anxiety hard to describe, feeling like I have never received so much love. It looks like a strong dotted line passed through her hands deep my heart, eye, lips tenderly, the sweet smile, … through all of the parents. just love it when people close to her long before you feel all right. From small to large, I received the infinite love of the mother as a gift, a natural thing.In the eyes of a child, she was born to care for children. I never ask the question: Why do parents accept unconditional sacrifice for me? . Good mother, very good to me but sometimes I think parents are so worthy, so … evil. How many times, she yelled at me, I cried. Cry for depression depression, where rather than weep bitterly regret. Then for a time … I came home from school, my mother read her diary stolen. I was immediately very, immediately pulling the diary from her hand and shouted: “Why the mother too much! This is the secret of the child, the mother can not work on. Mother very ill, I do not need her anymore! “Just thought I would eat a slap hurt. But not just silence the mother, pale cheeks, healthier eyes brimming. There is something that Idid not dare look into her eyes.

I rushed into the room, locked the door despite the announcement on outside sales calls. I cried, cried so much, a small pillow was wet. As the late night, I awake, awake. There is a feeling of absence, which I do not howshortfalls avoided. I was wondering how I console myself by living in a world with no mother, not educated, will be very happy. But that’s where the pharmacist to fill gaps in my head. Should I feel remorse? Was I hungry for love? …

Free man do I thinkgradually fell asleep. In the dream film, I felt a warm hand, lightly touching my hair, pulled my blanket. Yeah I’m looking forward to the feeling, the feeling of sweet loving. I sunk in moments of tenderness, she closed his eyes for fear if you open youreyes, feeling it would fly away, away forever into nothingness and the immediate space is just a reality. The next morning I woke up, I felt the house so that sadness that. There is something missing. That morning, I had to eat bread, no white rice every day. I rated violence, had asked her father to see where it goes. My father said, his mother is ill, hospitalized a week. Feeling sad I have to cover my little brain. Mother in hospital and who would cook, who wash, who confided to me? I’m sorry too, because of anger over that has shattered the happiness of this little house. In my sick mother. All week, I was very sad. Housing shortage so that her smile so lonely. Every meal I have to eat outside, no parents, then get one I like cooking. Oh I remember thatthe boiled vegetables, casseroles’s mother always.

After a week, she returned home, I was the first to welcome her. I’ve seen, she ran to hug me. Mother cried, saying: “I am sorry, she should not be secret child. Con … I forgive her, listen to me. “Emotion I choked, tears poured wet. I just wanted to say: “Mommy errors in children, at the damage, all in children only. “. But why these words hard to say so. I hugged her, cried a lot. Alas! After a week I saw her was important to give any. Every day, parents busy with work that has stars like magic. Early in the morning, when he was dark, she was worried meals for your father. Then at the mother how to cook delicious dishes Oh. The food topping that does not nothing. The popular meal is only a belief but amatter of infinite love like mother. My father as the young birds pick each drop of sweet loving mother. The meal does not have mom, dad my whole dating process server to work together. Mother is washing, stripping the house … the scan always hard at all. Mother took me all but I do not repay anything for her. Even words of love I’m not saying never. How many times have I toss and turn, the courage to tell her but then only, just wanted to say: Mom, now I grow it, I see love her, need her to know how. I have to love, listen to her. When children make mistakes, strict mother reminded, I do not even angry anymore, I just get error bowed and promised never again commit. When happy or sad, I will tell her to clap her hands to share with tenderness, gentle eyes. Mother’s mother is not just that you, as you … all of you. To grow and then find myself very happy to have her in the shape reminds. There mother was washing clothes, cleaning the house, cooking for the family.

Mother, mother sacrificed so much for children that have never demanded the return of his mother. her mother is the best, highest, greatest. Take life by the mother who has what. Is anyone willing to shield me from time to time. Oh I love the children! Had the courage to speak three languages: “I love you! “Be alone. The pain brave, I just fine-but what was first commissioned as her mother was strict. Con wrote these words, the mother would understand this more than my heart. Mother do not think when I opposed because I do not like her mother. Con forever love you, happy mother, sad to see her bad luck. Mother is the life of me so I just wanted her life to love you forever, child care, comfort you, protect the children and for children to be interested in her, loved her life. Motherhood is the most sacred feelings in the world. Love how he has nurtured the adults, to teach how people get older. Government mother who brings her emotional middle child. So, I always loved her, would grow to be taking care of her. And I wanted to tell her that: “The mother is still big. Take life in the womb is human. “

Dịch đoạn văn sau:

“Tonight I sleep the roundShe is the wind of human life. “In this life, someone did not grow up in mother’s arms, was heard Matthew bid ru sweet deal, a pharmacist who would not dream of sinking into the wind, her hand fan every sultry summer afternoon. And in this life, one love by his mother, one for life because I like her, someone ready to share with her as her sweet fleshy.

For me too, she is most interested in me and who I loved and the most indebted in the world. I used to think my mother was not beautiful. Not because there is a beautiful white skin, round face recovery or sparkling eyes … but her face just skinny, tanned, high forehead, the wrinkles of the age of 40, of how anxiety in life in the upper corner of her eye. But my father told her more beautiful than other women in the intellectual beauty. Yes, my mother was smart, agile, very resourceful. On the position of a leader, who thinks his mother is cold, harsh. there are times when I thought so. but when his mother sat, her hands caressing my hair, everyone thought it all disappear. I have the sensation lightheadedness, anxiety hard to describe, feeling like I have never received so much love. It looks like a strong dotted line passed through her hands deep my heart, eye, lips tenderly, the sweet smile, … through all of the parents. just love it when people close to her long before you feel all right. From small to large, I received the infinite love of the mother as a gift, a natural thing.In the eyes of a child, she was born to care for children. I never ask the question: Why do parents accept unconditional sacrifice for me? . Good mother, very good to me but sometimes I think parents are so worthy, so … evil. How many times, she yelled at me, I cried. Cry for depression depression, where rather than weep bitterly regret. Then for a time … I came home from school, my mother read her diary stolen. I was immediately very, immediately pulling the diary from her hand and shouted: “Why the mother too much! This is the secret of the child, the mother can not work on. Mother very ill, I do not need her anymore! “Just thought I would eat a slap hurt. But not just silence the mother, pale cheeks, healthier eyes brimming. There is something that Idid not dare look into her eyes.

I rushed into the room, locked the door despite the announcement on outside sales calls. I cried, cried so much, a small pillow was wet. As the late night, I awake, awake. There is a feeling of absence, which I do not howshortfalls avoided. I was wondering how I console myself by living in a world with no mother, not educated, will be very happy. But that’s where the pharmacist to fill gaps in my head. Should I feel remorse? Was I hungry for love? …

Free man do I thinkgradually fell asleep. In the dream film, I felt a warm hand, lightly touching my hair, pulled my blanket. Yeah I’m looking forward to the feeling, the feeling of sweet loving. I sunk in moments of tenderness, she closed his eyes for fear if you open youreyes, feeling it would fly away, away forever into nothingness and the immediate space is just a reality. The next morning I woke up, I felt the house so that sadness that. There is something missing. That morning, I had to eat bread, no white rice every day. I rated violence, had asked her father to see where it goes. My father said, his mother is ill, hospitalized a week. Feeling sad I have to cover my little brain. Mother in hospital and who would cook, who wash, who confided to me? I’m sorry too, because of anger over that has shattered the happiness of this little house. In my sick mother. All week, I was very sad. Housing shortage so that her smile so lonely. Every meal I have to eat outside, no parents, then get one I like cooking. Oh I remember thatthe boiled vegetables, casseroles’s mother always.

After a week, she returned home, I was the first to welcome her. I’ve seen, she ran to hug me. Mother cried, saying: “I am sorry, she should not be secret child. Con … I forgive her, listen to me. “Emotion I choked, tears poured wet. I just wanted to say: “Mommy errors in children, at the damage, all in children only. “. But why these words hard to say so. I hugged her, cried a lot. Alas! After a week I saw her was important to give any. Every day, parents busy with work that has stars like magic. Early in the morning, when he was dark, she was worried meals for your father. Then at the mother how to cook delicious dishes Oh. The food topping that does not nothing. The popular meal is only a belief but amatter of infinite love like mother. My father as the young birds pick each drop of sweet loving mother. The meal does not have mom, dad my whole dating process server to work together. Mother is washing, stripping the house … the scan always hard at all. Mother took me all but I do not repay anything for her. Even words of love I’m not saying never. How many times have I toss and turn, the courage to tell her but then only, just wanted to say: Mom, now I grow it, I see love her, need her to know how. I have to love, listen to her. When children make mistakes, strict mother reminded, I do not even angry anymore, I just get error bowed and promised never again commit. When happy or sad, I will tell her to clap her hands to share with tenderness, gentle eyes. Mother’s mother is not just that you, as you … all of you. To grow and then find myself very happy to have her in the shape reminds. There mother was washing clothes, cleaning the house, cooking for the family.

Mother, mother sacrificed so much for children that have never demanded the return of his mother. her mother is the best, highest, greatest. Take life by the mother who has what. Is anyone willing to shield me from time to time. Oh I love the children! Had the courage to speak three languages: “I love you! “Be alone. The pain brave, I just fine-but what was first commissioned as her mother was strict. Con wrote these words, the mother would understand this more than my heart. Mother do not think when I opposed because I do not like her mother. Con forever love you, happy mother, sad to see her bad luck. Mother is the life of me so I just wanted her life to love you forever, child care, comfort you, protect the children and for children to be interested in her, loved her life. Motherhood is the most sacred feelings in the world. Love how he has nurtured the adults, to teach how people get older. Government mother who brings her emotional middle child. So, I always loved her, would grow to be taking care of her. And I wanted to tell her that: “The mother is still big. Take life in the womb is human. “