Haha~~~! EYBS2's new version is coming~~~~It's pretty much what you see now, if you couldn't see the whole pod page, just click here: www.EYBS2.com, that's my International domain name. Where there is new version, there is new sound logo. Special thanks to Jackie, Laurea, Daniel, Derek for recording the logo voices and Tom for designing follow-up , that's really sweet!
By the way, Edward made another program for you, it's not original, but it's so nice that I had to recommand them to you, so......Rock with Me!
Playlist:
1.EYBS2: New Logo!HOT!
2.Not A One
3.Pop Song: Can't Fall in Love with You
4.Twister
5.Poem: A Poison Tree
Not A One
Little Chad was a shy, quiet young man. One day he came home and told his mother that he'd like to make a valentine for everyone in his class. Her heart sank. She thought, "I wish he wouldn't do that!" because she had watched the children when they walked home from school. Her Chad was always behind them. They laughed and hung on to each other and talked to each other. But Chad was never included. Nevertheless, she decided she would go along with her son. So she purchased the paper and glue and crayons. For three weeks, night after night, Chad painstakingly made 35 valentines.
Valentine's Day dawned, and Chad was beside himself with excitement. He carefully stacked them up, put them in a bag, and bolted out the door. His mother decided to bake him his favorite cookies and serve them nice and warm with a cool glass of milk when he came home from school. She just knew he would be disappointed and maybe that would ease the pain a little. It hurt her to think that he wouldn't get many valentines - maybe none at all.
That afternoon she had the cookies and milk on the table. When she heard the children outside, she looked out the window. Sure enough, there they came, laughing and having the best time. And, as always, there was Chad in the rear. He walked a little faster than usual. She fully expected him to burst into tears as soon as he got inside. His arms were empty, she noticed, and when the door opened she choked back the tears.
"Mommy has some cookies and milk for you," she said.
But he hardly heard her words. He just marched right on by, his face aglow, and all he could say was: "Not a one. Not a one."Her heart sank.
And then he added, "I didn't forget a one, not a single one!"
The Posion Tree
I was angry friende:
I told my wrath,my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not,my wrath did grow
And I watered it in fears,
Night and morning with my tear;
And I souned it with my smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he know that it was mine.
And into my garden stole,
When then night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad see,
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.
(See Chinese translation click here)
Enjoy it!
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