廖單第44本-48本
44.The Journey Home from Grandpa's The yellow car drives down the bouncy, bumpy road,The bouncy, bumpy road, the bouncy, bumpy road.
The yellow car drives down the bouncy, bumpy road, on the journey home from Grandpa's.
The white helicopter whizzes up and down and round,
Up and down and round, up and down and round,
The white helicopter whizzes up and down and round, on the journey home from Grandpa's.
The purple train speeds along the shiny railway track,
The shiny railway track, the shiny railway track,
The purple train speeds along the shiny railway track, on the journey home from Grandpa's.
The pink tractor bumps across the brown and muddy field,
The brown and muddy field, the brown and muddy field,
The pink tractor bumps across the brown and muddy field, on the journey home from Grandpa's.
The green digger scoops up the icky sticky sand,
The icky sticky sand, the icky sticky sand,
The green digger scoops up the icky sticky sand, on the journey home from Grandpa's.
The black crane lifts up the heavy pile of bricks,
The heavy pile of bricks, the heavy pile of bricks,
The black crane lifts up the heavy pile of bricks, on the journey home from Grandpa's.
The blue barge floats along the cool and still canal,
The cool and still canal, the cool and still canal,
The blue barge floats along the cool and still canal, on the journey home from Grandpa's.
The orange truck hurries to the toyshop in the town,
The toyshop in the town, the toyshop in the town,
The orange truck hurries to the toyshop in the town, on the journey home from Grandpa's.
The red fire engine rushes very quickly past,
Very quickly past, very quickly past,
The red fire engine rushes very quickly past, on the journey home from Grandpa's.
The yellow car stops at the front door of my house,
The front door of my house, the front door of my house.
The yellow car stops at the front door of my house,
We've come home again from Grandpa's.
45；Chicken Soup with Rice
January
In January it's so nice蛤铜。While slipping on the sliding ice
to sip hot chi
廖單49：Papa Please Get the Moon for Me
Before Monica went to bed she looked out of her window and saw the moon.
The moon looked so near "I wish I could play with the moon" thought Monica, and reached for it.
But no mater how much she stretched, she could not touch the moon.
"Papa," said Monica to her father, " Please get the moon for me."
Papa get a very long ladder,he carried the very ladder towards a very high mountain.
Then Papa put the very long ladder on top of the very high mountain. Up and up and up he climbed.
Finally, papa got to the moon.
"My daughter Monica would like to play with you" said papa," but you are much to big. "
"Every night I get a little smaller," said the moon. "When I am just the right size you can take me with you." And, indeed, the moon get smaller and smaller and smaller.
When the moon was just the right size, papa took it.
Down and down and down he climbed.
"Here," said papa to Monica, " I have the moon for you."
Monica jumped and danced with the moon. She hugged the moon and threw it into the air.
But the moon kept getting smaller and smaller and smaller, and finally it disappeared altogether.
Then, on night, Monica saw a thin sliver of the moon reappear. Each night the moon grew… and grew and grew.
