1. Essay 1
2. Essay 2
Tale Crafting: Week 8, concise piece 1
Question 1 (page 80 of Vietnamese 4 textbook): Narrate a story you've heard or read about beautiful dreams or unrealistic fantasies.
Answer:
Let me share with you a story about a little one's dreams that my mom told me last Saturday night. This happened six years ago in Doai village, Phu Tho province. Hoa, an orphan, lived with her grandmother since she was three. Her father, a soldier, was on duty on the distant Truong Sa island.
Back then, Hoa was in fourth grade when her grandmother, after a severe illness, lost her eyesight completely. Hoa's family situation became extremely difficult. Despite the hardships, Hoa never let her grandmother feel sad. Every month, her father would send letters and money to encourage the two of them. Seeing her grandmother struggle with every step to help Hoa with household chores, Hoa felt heartbroken.
Hoa often confided in her friend that when she grows up, she will pursue a medical career, study diligently, become an excellent doctor, and restore her grandmother's eyesight. It was this dream that motivated Hoa to overcome all the difficulties of life and immerse herself in studying to become an admired student by her teachers.
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Tale Crafting: Week 8, short 2
Prompt: Narrate a story you've heard or read about beautiful dreams or unrealistic, fantastical aspirations.
Detailed Solution
The Little Match Girl (Excerpt from The Andersen Story)
(New Year's Eve, the air was chilling. A poor girl selling matches, orphaned, bareheaded, feet on the cold ground, hungry stomach, groping in the darkness. All day long, she couldn't sell a single match...)
Every house's window gleamed with light, and the streets were filled with the aroma of roasted goose. It was New Year's Eve! She recalled the past when her kind grandmother was still alive, and she used to celebrate New Year's Eve at home. However, Death came to take her grandmother away, scattering the family fortune, and her family had to leave the cozy house surrounded by the fragrance of spring, where she had lived warm days, to huddle in a dark corner, always hearing curses and insults.
She huddled between two houses, one slightly recessed.
She pulled her legs into her body, but with each passing moment, she felt colder. However, she couldn't go home without selling a few matchboxes, or no one would give her a penny to bring back; surely, her father would beat her.
