THERE IS NO PLACE LIKE HOME

A man had travelled many places. When he returned home, a lot of his relatives, neighbours and friends came and visited him. One of them said: "You have toured in several places, thus you have seen so many beautiful landscape. To your way of thinking, where is the most beautiful?". The tourist replied: "The splendid sights I have seen with my own eyes are numerous but no place has made me so emotionally disturbed and pleasant as when returning to my native land, seeing the hedges, the old earthern wall of my parent's house. From the bamboo groves at the corner of the garden till the winding roads in the village, everything has aroused my inexpressible and unbounded feelings".

WE OUGHT TO WORK

Owing to the cultivators' tilling, we have rice to eat. Only by the mason anh the carpenter's building, can we have a place to live in. By the weaver and the tailor's work, we have things to cover our bodies. The books that we read have to be written and printed. The road that we walk on have to be repaired and swept, too. In the world, everything we want have to be done by painstaking man.