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Teacher Joseph's Podcast

Knowing Everything About Chinese Cultrue

5Ask the way in China

In this short episode I read a poem by pablo neruda in both english and spanish

Books for Bilinguals

Every Day you play

In this episode we are going to listen to a conversation between two mothers.

瑞英：阿姨您好！

阿姨：你好，瑞英你好！唉呀，你家几口人呐？

瑞英：我家里有五口人，我老公，还有两个儿子，还有小姑娘，您认识的。

阿姨：儿子大的有多大啦？

瑞英：啊，老大八周岁了。

阿姨：老二呢？

瑞英：老二六周岁。

阿姨：她，小的三四（岁）？

瑞英：小的刚刚三周岁。

阿姨：哇，那个累不累啊？

瑞英：还好，不算太累！

阿姨：三个小孩在我眼里就觉得很辛苦了！

瑞英：还好了，其实习惯了。老大他们都会互相玩儿，他们玩儿得特别好，所以基本上不
需要我怎么照顾

阿姨：就是小的要陪一下？

瑞英：小的也其实，等到有了，有了哥哥们回来，都在一起玩儿！

Story Chinese

我有三个孩子

カフェでバイトをしていた時の話をしました☕️💗みなさんはカフェでバイトをしたことがありますか？

SeikaのPodcast🎧

Ep.88 バイト物語（☕️カフェ）

In this episode I give you my top best languages to learn after learning Spanish.
En este episodio te doy una lista de los mejores idiomas que puedes aprender si sabes español.

THOUGHTS IN ANDALUSIAN SPANISH

¿Qué IDIOMA aprender DESPUÉS del ESPAÑOL?


Oh, je voudrais tant que tu te souviennes,
Des jours heureux quand nous étions amis,
Dans ce temps là, la vie était plus belle,
Et le soleil plus brûlant qu’aujourd’hui.
Les feuilles mortes se ramassent à la pelle,
Tu vois je n’ai pas oublié.
Les feuilles mortes se ramassent à la pelle,
Les souvenirs et les regrets aussi,
Et le vent du nord les emporte,
Dans la nuit froide de l’oubli.
Tu vois, je n’ai pas oublié,
La chanson que tu me chantais…
C’est une chanson, qui nous ressemble,
Toi qui m’aimais, moi qui t’aimais.
Nous vivions, tous les deux ensemble,
Toi qui m’aimais, moi qui t’aimais.
Et la vie sépare ceux qui s’aiment,
Tout doucement, sans faire de bruit.
Et la mer efface sur le sable,
Les pas des amants désunis.
Nous vivions, tous les deux ensemble,
Toi qui m’aimais, moi qui t’aimais.
Et la vie sépare ceux qui s’aiment,
Tout doucement, sans faire de bruit.
Et la mer efface sur le sable
Les pas des amants désunis…



Jacques Prevert is considered one of the leading French poets of the 20th century and Les Feuilles mortes is his most famous poem. “Les Feuilles mortes” literally means “Dead Leaves”. Thus the title of the poem is symbolic of the paradoxical co-existence of the past and the present. The poem is about the power of memory and it stresses how the painful experiences of the past can never be completely forgotten. The poet tells the reader that even though one does not wish to consciously remember the past, seeing certain things involuntarily reminds one of past experiences. Remembering the past brings back to the poet both joy of pleasant moments and sadness of his loss of love. Despite their separation, the poet still appreciates the value of his love in his life. The deceptively simple style of Autumn Leaves hides its subtle and profound psychological power.

French Treasures

 JacquesPrévert - Les feuilles mortes; a beautiful lesson 

Talking about science can be challenging, bot you don't need to worry at all! With the words that I present you with in this podcast episode, you're going to feel more confident. :) 