Item 1 (1)

The kind and the peace contest

There once was a king who offered a prize to the artist who would paint the
best picture of peace. Many artists tried and submitted their work. The king
looked at all the pictures. There were only two he really liked, and he had to
choose between them.

One picture was of a calm lake, perfectly mirroring the peaceful, towering
mountains all around it. Overhead was blue sky with fluffy, white clouds. It
was the favorite of all who saw it. Truly, they thought, it was the perfect
picture of peace.

The other picture had mountains, too, but these were rugged and bare. Above was
an angry sky from which rain fell and in which lightening played. Down the side
of one mountain tumbled a foaming waterfall. A less peaceful picture would be
difficult to imagine. But when the king looked closely, he saw beside the
waterfall a tiny bush growing in a crack in the rock. In the bush a mother bird
had built her nest. There, in the midst of the rush of angry water, sat the
mother bird on her nest in perfect peace.

Which picture would you have selected? The king chose the second picture. Do
you know why?

“Because,” explained the king, “peace does not mean to be in a place where
there is no noise, trouble, or hard work. Peace means to be in the midst of all
these things and still be calm in your heart. This is the real meaning of
peace.”

Rhetorical devices:

Metaphor:

In the second pictures:

– some details like mountains were rugged and bare, the angry sky, rain fell with
lightening played, etc ( trouble and noise from nature)

– the mother bird had built her nest ( bird’s family still feel peaceful despite of the
trouble in the outside )

Antithesis: The fierce of nature with the peaceful of birds on their nest

Simile: Comparison between the first picture and the second one

Message: The king was very erudite with his decision. By his explaining, the peace is not only depending
on the background but wherever, the peace is in your feeling and your heart.

Item 2 (2)

Love And Friendship

 Love is like the wild rose-briar;
Friendship like the holly-tree.
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms,
But which will bloom most constantly?

The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again,
And who will call the wild-briar fair?

Then, scorn the silly rose-wreath now,
And deck thee with the holly’s sheen,
That, when December blights thy brow,
He still may leave thy garland green.

The rhetorical devices:

_ Simile: “Love is like the wild rose-briar

                   Friendship is like the holly-tree”

_ Antithesis: dark –bloom

_ Rhyme: air – fair; now –brow; sheen – green

Message: The author wants to show the verity beauty of the love and friendship.

Item 3:

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The rhetorical devices:

_ Metaphor: The dream of the kiwi and the dream of human being

_ Overstatement: the author inflated the ability of the kiwi

The message of the video:

To be able to fly, the kiwi – a bird has no wings can do everything, even if it has to give up its life.
Thanks to this moving story, the massage of the video is: Live for your dream with all your heart.

Reference:

(1) http://go.webassistant.com/wa/upload/users/u1000057/workspaces/30stories/#peacecontest

(2) http://www.online-literature.com/bronte/1349/

One response »

  1. Hey Thu, I like all your posts, but in you should consider some mistakes on that:In 1st item, the message should be clearer that peace doesnot mean that you have a quiet life. Peace is that you have a definitely peaceful point of view and firmly spirit to face up with all problems and troubles in your life.

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