Sie suchten nach: lupa na nakatambak sa upper field (Tagalog - Englisch)

lupa na nakatambak
lupa na nakatambak

sasakyang luma na nakatambak
old vehicles stacked

ang lupa na gumagalaw sa araw
the earth rotate then revolves around the sun

ang lupa na gumagalaw sa paligid ng araw
revolve

lupa na binili
ang naipon ko ay pinangbili ko ng lupa

sariling lupa na sasakahin
own land

galing sa pinagbentahang lupa na minana sa aming magulang
selling land

mabuhangin na lupa loam lupa luwad na lupa na gawa sa luwad na lupa
silt loam

lupa na walang anyo at walang bisa
devoured

para tubusin ang aking lupa na nakasangla
english

walang ligaya sa lupa na di dinidilig ng luha
no earthly not watered by tears

asikasuhin ang titulo ng lupa na iniwan ng magulang
take care of the land title

aayusin ang titulo ng lupa na meron ibang claimant
will fix the land title

sana nakita mo siya noon, kumikisay sa lupa na parang baboy.
you should have seen it. he died squealing like a pig.

habang tumatakbo, hindi niya napanatili ang kanyang balanse at nahulog sa lupa na humahantong sa pagdugo ng kanyang tuhod.
while running,she did'nt maintain her balance and fall to the ground that leads to bleed her knee .

ayon sa kaugalian upa ay nauugnay sa lupa na kung saan ay isang nakapirming mga kadahilanan ng produksyon
traditionally rent has been associated with land which is a fixed factors of production

madam my problema poh ako sa pinas pwd poh ba tulungan nyo ako patungkol poh sa lupa na tinitirikan mg bhay ko kailangan ko poh byaran utay utay dahil embargo poh iun sa bangko
madam my problem poh ako sa pinas pwd poh ba tulungan nyo ako patungkol poh sa lupa na tinitirikan mg bhay ko kailangan ko poh byaran utay utay dahil embargo poh iun sa bangko

isang mahirap na magsasaka at ang kanyang may edad nang nabalo na ina. nagmamay-ari sila ng kaunting lupa na nagtustos sa kanila ng pagkain at ang kanilang mapagpakumbabang buhay ay mapayapa at masaya.
shinano was governed by a despotic leader who though a warrior, had agreat and cowardly shrinking from anything suggestive of failing health andstrength. this caused him to send out a cruel proclamation. the entireprovince was given strict orders to immediately put to death all agedpeople. those were barbarous days, and the custom of abandoning oldpeople to die was not common. the poor farmer loved his aged mother withtender reverence, and the order filled his heart with sorrow. but no one everthought a second time about obeying the mandate of the governor, so withmany deep hopeless sighs, the youth prepared for what at that time wasconsidered the kindest mode of death. just at sundown, when his day’s work was ended, he took a quantity of unwhitened rice which is principal food for poor, cooked and dried it, andtying it in a square cloth, swung and bundle around his neck along with agourd filled with cool, sweet water. then he lifted his helpless old mother tohis back and stated on his painful journey up the mountain. the road waslong and steep; the narrowed road was crossed and reclosed by many pathsmade by the hunters and woodcutters. in some place, they mingled in aconfused puzzled, but he gave no heed. one path or another, it matterednot. on he went, climbing blindly upward towards the high bare summit of what is know as obatsuyama, the mountain of the “abandoning of aged”. the eyes of the old mother were not so dim but that they noted the recklesshastening from one path to another, and her loving heart grew anxious. herson did not know the mountain’s many paths and his return might be one of danger, so she stretched forth her hand and snapping the twigs frombrushes as they passed, she quietly dropped a handful every few steps of the way so that they climbed, the narrow path behind them was dotted atfrequently intervals with tiny piles of twigs. at last the summit was reached.weary and heart sick, the youth gently released his burden and silentlyprepared a place of comfort as his last duty to the loved one. gatheringfallen pine needle, he made a soft cushion and tenderly lifting his oldmother therein, he wrapped her padded coat more closely about thestooping shoulders and with tearful eyes and an aching heart said farewell. the trembling mother’s voice was full of unselfish love as she gave her lastinjunction. “let not thine eyes be blinded, my son.” she said. “the mountain road is full of dangers. look carefully and follow the path which holds thepiles of twigs. they will guide you to the familiar way farther down”. theson’s surprised eyes looked back over the path, then at the poor old,shriveled hands all scratched and soiled by their work of love. his heartsmote him and bowing to the grounds, he cried aloud: “oh, honorablemother, thy kindness thrusts my heart! i will not leave thee. together wewill follow the path of twigs, and together we will die!”once more he shouldered his burden (how light it seemed no) and hasteneddown the path, through the shadows and the moonlight, to the little hut inthe valley. beneath the kitchen floor was a walled closet for food, which wascovered and hidden from view. there the son his mother, supplying her witheverything needful and continually watching and fearing. time passed, andhe was beginning to feel safe when again the governor sent forth heraldsbearing an unreasonable order, seemingly as a boast of his power. hisdemand was that his subject should present him with a rope of ashes. theentire province trembled with dread. the order must be obeyed yet who inall shinano could make a rope of ashes?one night, in great distress, the son whispered the news to his hiddenmother. “wait!” she said. “i will think. i will think” on the second day shetold him what to do. “make rope twisted straw,” she said. “then stretch itupon a row of flat stones and burn it there on the windless night.” he calledthe people together and did as she said and when the blaze died, beholdupon the stones with every twist and fiber showing perfectly. lay a rope of whitehead ashes. the governor was pleased at the wit of the youth and praised greatly, buthe demanded to know where he had obtained his wisdom. “alas! alas!”cried the farmer, “the truth must be told!” and with deep bows he relatedhis story. the governor listened and then meditated in silence. finally helifted his head, “shinano needs more than strength of youth,” he saidgravely. “ah, that i should have forgotten the well-known saying, “with thecrown of snow, there cometh a wisdom!” that very hour the cruel law wasabolished, and custom drifted into as far a past that only legends remain.