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harsh

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makapagpaalis

마지막 업데이트: 2015-07-20
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harsh

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madahas

마지막 업데이트: 2014-10-13
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harsh words

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Ullong

마지막 업데이트: 2020-11-20
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what is harsh

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ano ang maligasgas

마지막 업데이트: 2019-02-07
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Synonyms harsh

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kasingkahulugan ng mabagsik

마지막 업데이트: 2015-08-24
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told a harsh word

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pinapangaralan lang ako

마지막 업데이트: 2019-06-20
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harsh in bisaya

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malupit sa bisaya

마지막 업데이트: 2018-08-18
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conflicting words harsh

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kasalungat na salitang malupit

마지막 업데이트: 2020-09-28
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uttering harsh words

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Sa ngayon ay nakaranas ng pangiinsulto sa harap ng tao na hindi kasama sa pinaguusapan

마지막 업데이트: 2020-05-25
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synonym relentless - harsh

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kasingkahulugan ng patumanggang - habas

마지막 업데이트: 2015-11-17
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synonyms of harsh tagalog

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kasingkahulugan ng malupit tagalog

마지막 업데이트: 2019-02-03
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he/she is so harsh ohhh

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grabe sya ohhh

마지막 업데이트: 2016-06-08
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My innocence forever lost to the harsh conditions of prison life.

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Mawawala ang aking innocence dahil sa hirap nang pagiging bilanggo.

마지막 업데이트: 2016-10-27
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She may speak harsh words, but deep inside she is a kind person, you know.

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Masakit siyang magsalita pero mabuti ang kalooban niya.

마지막 업데이트: 2014-02-01
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We're happy that we're able to flee to the large awning, shielding ourselves from the rays of the harsh sun.

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Maligaya't kami'y nakatakas sa malaking toldang sumangga para sa amin sa sinag ng walang awang araw.

마지막 업데이트: 2014-02-01
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January 16,2019 REVIVAL #Kung papanong inaactivate ang revival?Mayroon tayong pinag-usapan na para maactivate ang revival,ang pag-ibig ay napakahalaga.So you don’t become crazy or weird and rude and harsh because you are in revival.I believe that pag kiniclaim natin na we are in revival ,I believe na we should be able na yun din ang panahon na we should most loving.And then napag-usapan natin ang thanksgiving,giving and forgiving.And then prayer and then last time na pinag-usapan natin ay faith,nasabi ko na ang ating hihimay himayin.Gagawa tayo ng acronym sa faith.Bago natapos ang 2018,napag-usapan natin ang F,still remember?Focusin g on in the truth.Ang tayo ay tumuon sa katotohanan.Kasi faith always brings the truth of Gods word into focus eh.None of us can say we are in faith if we don’t have the Word wala isa sa atin dito na pwedeng magsabi ng may pananampalataya tayo o nasa pananmpalataya tayo kung wala naman tayong salita ng Diyos kahit man lang sa ating utak.Pero kahit man nasa utak mo yung salita ng Panginoon still not enough. Because the word of God should be planted in our heart.Ang salita ng Diyos ay dapat naitatanim sa ating puso hindi sa ating utak.So kung naniniwala tayo na mayroon tayong revival o kung ang iba satin ay naniniwala na mayroong darating na revival isang bagay ang hindi natin maiwasan ang tayo ay magkaroon ng pananampalataya,ngunit hindi tayo kailanman magkakaroon ng pananampalataya kung wala ang salita ng Panginoon.Ano ang sabi ng Romans 10:17 faith cometh by what?Faith cometh by hearing and hearing the word of God.So.. ibig sabihin kung meron kang word of god ay nagiging mas makatotohanan ang salita ng Diyos kaysa nakikita mo,kahit ang salita ng Diyos ay nagsasabi patungkol sa mga bagay na hindi mo nakikita.Diba?I think nabasa natin yung 2 Corinthians 4:17 For a light affliction which sees but for a moment is working for us a far more for exceeding eternal weight of glory.Verse 18 while we do not look at the things which are seen,and that is faith,tumitingin ka sa mga bagay bagay na hindi nakikita.Hindi po tayo kaparehas ng sanlibutan na nais makita muna ang lahat at saka mananampalataya.So kung naniwala tayo ng revival we have to believe.We have to have faith,at kung meron tayong faith then we need to have the word of God,Kilangang may salita tayo ng Panginoon.Kasi ang malungkot sa mga nakalipas na mga revival ay ang mga tao ay nagfocus sa move ni God.Na ang move ni God,hindi naman ang move ni God ang nagdala sa kanila palayo sa salita ng Panginoon kundi dinala nila ang move ni God palayo sa salita ng Panginoon.Kung kayat hindi nagpatuloy,kung kayat hindi tumagal.Kaya nga dumating ang panahon I think nabanggit ko ito dito bago mamatay si Smith Wigglesworth ay few days before Smith through his word tinawag nya si Lester Sumral siguro sa kanyang bahay.And then he begun to prophecy,prophesying concerning ilang mga moves ang darating pagkatapos siyay mamatay.Pinrophecy niya patungkol sa healing movement.Kung saan ang milagro,ang pagpapagaling sa mga sakit at karamdaman a,actually there was a time na may mga ospital na talagang nabakante ng mga pasyente.Which I believe its going to happen very soon.Again is going to happen very soon but in a greater measure because Smith Wigglesworth himself said Ive seen it.Nakakita siya ng healings,nakakita siya ng miracles.Although kung titingnan mo kung ano ang kanyang mga nakita malulula ka dahil he almost raised almost thirty people raised from the dead.At ang mga milagro sa kanya ay creative mi

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January 16,2019 REVIVAL #Kung papanong inaactivate ang revival?Mayroon tayong pinag-usapan na para maactivate ang revival,ang pag-ibig ay napakahalaga.So you don’t become crazy or weird and rude and harsh because you are in revival.I believe that pag kiniclaim natin na we are in revival ,I believe na we should be able na yun din ang panahon na we should most loving.And then napag-usapan natin ang thanksgiving,giving and forgiving.And then prayer and then last time na pinag-usapan natin ay faith,nasabi ko na ang ating hihimay himayin.Gagawa tayo ng acronym sa faith.Bago natapos ang 2018,napag-usapan natin ang F,still remember?Focusin g on in the truth.Ang tayo ay tumuon sa katotohanan.Kasi faith always brings the truth of Gods word into focus eh.None of us can say we are in faith if we don’t have the Word wala isa sa atin dito na pwedeng magsabi ng may pananampalataya tayo o nasa pananmpalataya tayo kung wala naman tayong salita ng Diyos kahit man lang sa ating utak.Pero kahit man nasa utak mo yung salita ng Panginoon still not enough. Because the word of God should be planted in our heart.Ang salita ng Diyos ay dapat naitatanim sa ating puso hindi sa ating utak.So kung naniniwala tayo na mayroon tayong revival o kung ang iba satin ay naniniwala na mayroong darating na revival isang bagay ang hindi natin maiwasan ang tayo ay magkaroon ng pananampalataya,ngunit hindi tayo kailanman magkakaroon ng pananampalataya kung wala ang salita ng Panginoon.Ano ang sabi ng Romans 10:17 faith cometh by what?Faith cometh by hearing and hearing the word of God.So.. ibig sabihin kung meron kang word of god ay nagiging mas makatotohanan ang salita ng Diyos kaysa nakikita mo,kahit ang salita ng Diyos ay nagsasabi patungkol sa mga bagay na hindi mo nakikita.Diba?I think nabasa natin yung 2 Corinthians 4:17 For a light affliction which sees but for a moment is working for us a far more for exceeding eternal weight of glory.Verse 18 while we do not look at the things which are seen,and that is faith,tumitingin ka sa mga bagay bagay na hindi nakikita.Hindi po tayo kaparehas ng sanlibutan na nais makita muna ang lahat at saka mananampalataya.So kung naniwala tayo ng revival we have to believe.We have to have faith,at kung meron tayong faith then we need to have the word of God,Kilangang may salita tayo ng Panginoon.Kasi ang malungkot sa mga nakalipas na mga revival ay ang mga tao ay nagfocus sa move ni God.Na ang move ni God,hindi naman ang move ni God ang nagdala sa kanila palayo sa salita ng Panginoon kundi dinala nila ang move ni God palayo sa salita ng Panginoon.Kung kayat hindi nagpatuloy,kung kayat hindi tumagal.Kaya nga dumating ang panahon I think nabanggit ko ito dito bago mamatay si Smith Wigglesworth ay few days before Smith through his word tinawag nya si Lester Sumral siguro sa kanyang bahay.And then he begun to prophecy,prophesying concerning ilang mga moves ang darating pagkatapos siyay mamatay.Pinrophecy niya patungkol sa healing movement.Kung saan ang milagro,ang pagpapagaling sa mga sakit at karamdaman a,actually there was a time na may mga ospital na talagang nabakante ng mga pasyente.Which I believe its going to happen very soon.Again is going to happen very soon but in a greater measure because Smith Wigglesworth himself said Ive seen it.Nakakita siya ng healings,nakakita siya ng miracles.Although kung titingnan mo kung ano ang kanyang mga nakita malulula ka dahil he almost raised almost thirty people raised from the dead.At ang mga milagro sa kanya ay creative miracles.Mayroong tao na pumasok sa shoes store bibili ng sapatos and then nagkataon na siya din ay nanduon sa loob.Sabi ng Panginoon sa kanya bilhan mo siya ng sapatos.Sabi niya well nung panahon during those days sa panahon ng depression sabi niya,sa akin nga lng na sapatos ang bibilhin ko magbibigay pa ako.But the being,sumunod siya sa panginoon at tinanong yung mama kung anong sukat ng kanyang paa.Same exact na sukat binigay niya sa kanya .

마지막 업데이트: 2020-05-07
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The Battle with Grendel from Beowulf translated by Burton Raffel Epic 4 Out from the marsh, from the foot of misty Hills and bogs, bearing God’s hatred, Grendel came, hoping to kill 395 Anyone he could trap on this trip to high Herot. He moved quickly through the cloudy night, Up from his swampland, sliding silently Toward that gold-shining hall. He had visited Hrothgar’s Home before, knew the way— 400 But never, before nor after that night, Found Herot defended so firmly, his reception So harsh. He journeyed, forever joyless, Straight to the door, then snapped it open, Tore its iron fasteners with a touch, 405 And rushed angrily over the threshold. He strode quickly across the inlaid Floor, snarling and fierce: His eyes Gleamed in the darkness, burned with a gruesome Light. Then he stopped, seeing the hall 410 Crowded with sleeping warriors, stuffed With rows of young soldiers resting together. And his heart laughed, he relished the sight, Intended to tear the life from those bodies By morning; the monster’s mind was hot 415 With the thought of food and the feasting his belly Would soon know. But fate, that night, intended Grendel to gnaw the broken bones Of his last human supper. Human Eyes were watching his evil steps, 420 Waiting to see his swift hard claws. Grendel snatched at the first Geat He came to, ripped him apart, cut His body to bits with powerful jaws, Drank the blood from his veins, and bolted 425 Him down, hands and feet; death And Grendel’s great teeth came together, Snapping life shut. Then he stepped to another Still body, clutched at Beowulf with his claws, Grasped at a strong-hearted wakeful sleeper 430 —And was instantly seized himself, claws Bent back as Beowulf leaned up on one arm. That shepherd of evil, guardian of crime, Knew at once that nowhere on earth Had he met a man whose hands were harder; 435 His mind was flooded with fear—but nothing Could take his talons and himself from that tight Hard grip. Grendel’s one thought was to run From Beowulf, flee back to his marsh and hide there: This was a different Herot than the hall he had emptied. 440 But Higlac’s follower remembered his final Boast and, standing erect, stopped The monster’s flight, fastened those claws In his fists till they cracked, clutched Grendel Closer. The infamous killer fought 445 For his freedom, wanting no flesh but retreat, Desiring nothing but escape; his claws Had been caught, he was trapped. That trip to Herot Was a miserable journey for the writhing monster! The high hall rang, its roof boards swayed, 450 And Danes shook with terror. Down The aisles the battle swept, angry And wild. Herot trembled, wonderfully Built to withstand the blows, the struggling Great bodies beating at its beautiful walls; 455 Shaped and fastened with iron, inside And out, artfully worked, the building Stood firm. Its benches rattled, fell To the floor, gold-covered boards grating As Grendel and Beowulf battled across them. 460 Hrothgar’s wise men had fashioned Herot To stand forever; only fire, They had planned, could shatter what such skill had put Together, swallow in hot flames such splendor Of ivory and iron and wood. Suddenly 465 The sounds changed, the Danes started In new terror, cowering in their beds as the terrible Screams of the Almighty’s enemy sang In the darkness, the horrible shrieks of pain And defeat, the tears torn out of Grendel’s 470 Taut throat, hell’s captive caught in the arms Of him who of all the men on earth Was the strongest. 9 That mighty protector of men Meant to hold the monster till its life Leaped out, knowing the fiend was no use 475 To anyone in Denmark. All of Beowulf’s Band had jumped from their beds, ancestral Swords raised and ready, determined To protect their prince if they could. Their courage Was great but all wasted: They could hack at Grendel 480 From every side, trying to open A path for his evil soul, but their points Could not hurt him, the sharpest and hardest iron Could not scratch at his skin, for that sin-stained demon Had bewitched all men’s weapons, laid spells 485 That blunted every mortal man’s blade. And yet his time had come, his days Were over, his death near; down To hell he would go, swept groaning and helpless To the waiting hands of still worse fiends. 490 Now he discovered—once the afflictor Of men, tormentor of their days—what it meant To feud with Almighty God: Grendel Saw that his strength was deserting him, his claws Bound fast, Higlac’s brave follower tearing at 495 His hands. The monster’s hatred rose higher, But his power had gone. He twisted in pain, And the bleeding sinews deep in his shoulder Snapped, muscle and bone split And broke. The battle was over, Beowulf 500 Had been granted new glory: Grendel escaped, But wounded as he was could flee to his den, His miserable hole at the bottom of the marsh, Only to die, to wait for the end Of all his days. And after that bloody 505 Combat the Danes laughed with delight. He who had come to them from across the sea, Bold and strong-minded, had driven affliction Off, purged Herot clean. He was happy, Now, with that night’s fierce work; the Danes 510 Had been served as he’d boasted he’d serve them; Beowulf, A prince of the Geats, had killed Grendel, Ended the grief, the sorrow, the suffering Forced on Hrothgar’s helpless people By a bloodthirsty fiend. No Dane doubted 515 The victory, for the proof, hanging high From the rafters where Beowulf had hung it, was the monster’s Arm, claw and shoulder and all. 10 And then, in the morning, crowds surrounded Herot, warriors coming to that hall 520 From faraway lands, princes and leaders Of men hurrying to behold the monster’s Great staggering tracks. They gaped with no sense Of sorrow, felt no regret for his suffering, Went tracing his bloody footprints, his beaten 525 And lonely flight, to the edge of the lake Where he’d dragged his corpselike way, doomed And already weary of his vanishing life. The water was bloody, steaming and boiling In horrible pounding waves, heat 530 Sucked from his magic veins; but the swirling Surf had covered his death, hidden Deep in murky darkness his miserable End, as hell opened to receive him. Then old and young rejoiced, turned back 535 From that happy pilgrimage, mounted their hard-hooved Horses, high-spirited stallions, and rode them Slowly toward Herot again, retelling Beowulf’s bravery as they jogged along. And over and over they swore that nowhere 540 On earth or under the spreading sky Or between the seas, neither south nor north, Was there a warrior worthier to rule over men. (But no one meant Beowulf’s praise to belittle Hrothgar, their kind and gracious king!) . . .

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labanan na may grendel

마지막 업데이트: 2019-07-02
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literal Velan was a carpenter. He was living in a village. His mother dies a long time back. His aged father, Kuppan, lived with Velan. Kuppan was very weak. He could not even walk well. He was so weak. It was because Velan did not give him enough food. He had given his father a small earthen plate. Even a small quantity of rice in the plate appeared to be much. Velan was a bad man. He was a drunkard also. After taking drinks, he abused his father badly. Velan had a son. His name is Muthu. Muthu was just ten years old. He was a very good boy. He loved his grandfather. He had great respect for his grandfather. He did not like his father’s attitude and character, because his father was treating his grandfather cruelly. One day Kuppan was eating his food out of earthen plate that his son had given to him. The earthen plate fell down. The plate broke into pieces. The food also fell on the floor. Velan was working at the other end of the room. He saw the broken plate. He was very angry with his father and used very harsh words to abuse his father. The old man felt bad about what happened. He was sorry for his mistake. Velan’s words wounded him very deeply. Velan’s son, Muthu, saw this. He did not like his father. His father was ill-treating his grandfather. He was afraid to speak against his father. He was sad about his grandfather. But he was not powerful to stand in support of his grandfather. The next day Muthu took some of his father’s carpentry tools and a piece of wood. He worked with the tools to make a wooden plate. His father saw him working. “What are you making, Muthu?" he asked. “I am making a wooden plate!" replied Muthu. “A wooden plate! What for?" asked his father. “I am making it for you, father. When you grow old, like my grandfather, you will need a plate for food. A plate made from earth mat break very easily. Then I may scold you severely. So, I want to give you a wooden plate. It may not break so easily." The carpenter was shocked to hear this. Only now he realized his mistake. His father was kind to Velan He had looked after Velan very well. Now, he was old. Velan was treating his father severely. Velan was now very sad about his own behavior. He realized his mistakes. He then became a different person. From that day, Velan treated his father with great respect. He gave up drinking too. Velan learnt a lesson from his own son. You should honor your parents at all times. It is your duty. It brings you their blessings.

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Jamaican culture represents a combination of cultures that have inhabited the Greater Antilles island, Jamaica. The original Taino Settlers, followed by their Spanish conquerors (who were in turn were conquered by the British), all made major contributions. However, it is the blacks and slaves who became the dominant cultural force as they suffered and resisted the harsh conditions of forced labour. After the abolition of slavery, Chinese and Indian migrants were transported to the island as indentured workers, bringing with them ideas from the Far East. The official local language is English, with a local dialect called Patois (pronounced 'patwa') being spoken by some residents.

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kultura ng mga jamaica

마지막 업데이트: 2015-08-12
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A long time ago, cricket fighting caught on in the imperial court, with the emperor leading the fad. A local magistrate in Huayin, who wanted to win the favor of the monarch, tried in every way to get him the best fighting crickets. He had a strategy for doing so: He managed to get a cricket that was very good at fighting. He then made his subordinates go to the heads of each village and force them to send in a constant supply of fighting crickets. He would send to the imperial court the crickets that could beat the one he was keeping. Theoretically, everything should have worked smoothly. However, as the magistrate was extremely zealous to please the emperor, he meted out harsh punishment on any village heads who failed to accomplish their tasks. The village heads in turn shifted the burden to the poor villagers, who had to search for the crickets. If they failed to catch them, they had to purchase them from someone else, or they had to pay a levy in cash. The small insects suddenly became a rare commodity. Speculators hoarded good crickets, buying them at a bargain and selling them for an exorbitant price. Many village heads worked hand in hand with the speculators to make profits. In so doing, they bankrupted many a family. Cheng Ming was one such villager. The head of his village delegated part of his duties to him because he found Cheng Ming easy to push around. Cheng Ming did not want to bully his fellow villagers as the village head did him, so he often had to pay cash out of his own pocket when he failed to collect any competent crickets. Soon the little proper ties he had were draining away, and he went into a severe depression. One day, he said to his wife that he wanted to die.“Death is easy, but what will our son do without you?” asked his wife, glancing at their only son, sleeping on the kang. “Why can’t we look for the crickets ourselves instead of buying them? Perhaps we’ll strike some goodluck.” Cheng Ming gave up the idea of suicide and went to search for crickets. Armed with a tiny basket of copper wires for catching crickets and a number of small bamboo tubes for holding them, he went about the tedious task. Each day he got up at dawn and did not return until late in the evening. He searched beneath brick debris, dike crevices, and in the weeds and bushes. Days went by, and he caught only a few mediocre crickets that did not measure up to the magistrate’s standards. His worries increased as the dead line drew closer and closer. The day for cricket delivery finally came, but Cheng Ming could not produce any good ones. He was clubbed a hundred times on the buttocks, a form of corporal punishment in the ancient Chinese judicial system. When he was released the next day, he could barely walk. The wound on his buttocks confined him to bed for days and further delayed his search for crickets. He thought of committing suicide again. His wife did not know what to do Then they heard about a hunchbacked fortune teller who was visiting the village. Cheng Ming’s wife went to see him. The fortune teller gave her a piece of paper with a picture on it. It was a pavilion with a jiashan (rockgarden) behind it. On the bushes by the jiashan sat a fat male cricket. Beside it, however, lurked a large toad, ready to catch the insect with its long, elastic tongue. When the wife got home, she showed the paper to her husband. Cheng Ming sprang up and jumped to the floor, forgetting the pain in his buttocks.“This is the fortune teller’s hint at the location where I can find a perfect cricket to accomplish my task!” he exclaimed.“But we don’t have a pavilion in our village,” his wife re minded him.“Well, take a closer look and think. Doesn’t the temple on the east side of our village have a rock garden? That must be it.” So saying, Cheng Ming limped to the temple with the support of a make shift crutch. Sure enough, he saw the cricket, and the toad squatting nearby in the rock garden at the back of the temple. He caught the big, black male cricket just before the toad got hold of it. Back home, he carefully placed the cricket in a jar he had prepared for it and stowed the jar away in a safe place. “Everything will be over tomorrow,” he gave a sigh of relief and went to tell his best friends in the village the good news. Cheng Ming’s nine-year-old son was very curious. Seeing his father was gone, he took the jar and wanted to have a peek at the cricket. He was removing the lid carefully, when the big cricket jumped out and hopped away. Panicked, the boy tried to catch the fleeing cricket with his hands, but in a flurry, he accidentally squashed the insect when he finally got hold of it.“Good heavens! What’re you going to say to your father when he comes back?” the mother said in distress and dread. Without a word, the boy went out of the room, tears in his eyes.Cheng Ming became distraught when he saw the dead cricket. He couldn’t believe that all his hopes had been dashed in a second. He looked around for his son, vowing to teach the little scoundrel a good lesson. He searched inside and outside the house, only to locate him in a well at the corner of the court yard. When he fished him out, the boy was already dead. The father’s fury instantly gave way to sorrow. The grieved parents laid their son on the kang and lamented over his body the entire night. As Cheng Ming was dressing his son for burial the next morning, he felt the body still warm. Immediately he put the boy back on the kang, hoping that he would revive. Gradually the boy came back to life, but to his parents’dismay, he was unconscious, as if he were in a trance. The parents grieved again for the loss of their son. Suddenly they heard a cricket chirping. The couple traced the sound to a small cricket on the door step. The appearance of the cricket, however, dashed their hopes, for it was very small. “Well, it’s better than nothing,” Cheng Ming thought. He was about to catch it, when it jumped nimbly on to a wall, cheeping at him. He tip toed to ward it, but it showed no sign of fleeing. Instead, when Cheng Ming came a few steps closer, the little cricket jumped onto his chest. Though small, the cricket looked smart and energetic. Cheng Ming planned to take it to the village head. Uncertain of its capabilities, ChengMing could not go to sleep. He wanted to put the little cricket to the test before sending it to the village head. The next morning, Cheng Ming went to a young man from a rich family in his neighborhood, having heard him boasting about an “invincible” cricket that he wanted to sell for a high price. When the young man showed his cricket, Cheng Ming hesitated, because his little cricket seemed no match for this gigantic insect. To fight this monster would be to condemn his dwarf to death.“There’s no way my little cricket could survive a confrontation with your big guy,” Cheng Ming said to the young man, holding his jar tight. The young man goaded and taunted him. At last, Cheng Ming decided to take a risk. “Well, it won’t hurt to give a try. If the little cricket is a good-for-nothing, what’s the use of keeping it anyway?” he thought. When they put the two crickets together in a jar, Cheng Ming’s small insect seemed transfixed. No matter how the young man prodded it to fight, it simply would not budge. The young man burst into a guffaw, to the great embarrassment of Cheng Ming. As the young man spurred the little cricket on, it suddenly seemed to have run out of patience. With great wrath, it charged the giant opponent head on. The sudden burst of action stunned both the young man and Cheng Ming. Before the little creature planted its small but sharp teeth into the neck of the big cricket, the terrified young man fished the big insect out of the jar just in time and called off the contest. The little cricket chirped victoriously, and Cheng Ming felt exceedingly happy and proud.Cheng Ming and the young man were commenting on the little cricket’s extraordinary prowess, when a big rooster rushed over to peck at the little cricket in the jar. The little cricket hopped out of the jar in time to dodge the attack. The rooster then went for it a second time, but suddenly began to shake its head violently, screaming in agony. This sudden turn of events baffled Cheng Ming and the onlookers. When they took a closer look, they could not believe their eyes: The little cricket was gnawing on the rooster’s bloody comb. The story of a cricket fighting a rooster soon spread throughout the village and beyond. The next day, Cheng Ming, along with the village head, sent the cricket to the magistrate and asked for a test fight with his master cricket, but the magistrate re fused on the ground that Cheng Ming’s cricket was too small.“I don’t think you have heard its rooster-fighting story,” Cheng Ming proclaimed with great pride. “You can’t judge it only by its appearance.”“Nonsense, how can a cricket fight a rooster?” asked the magistrate. He ordered a big rooster brought to his office, thinking that Cheng Ming would quit telling his tall tales when his cricket became the bird’s snack. The battle between the little cricket and the rooster ended with the same result: The rooster sped away in great pain, the little cricket chirping triumphantly on its heels. The magistrate was first astonished and then pleased, thinking that he finally had the very insect that could win him the emperor’s favor. He had a golden cage manufactured for the little cricket. Placing it cautiously in the cage, he took it to the emperor. The emperor pitted the little cricket against all his veteran combat ant crickets, and it defeated them one by one. What amused the emperor most was that the little creature could even dance to the tune of his court music! Extremely pleased with the magic little creature, the emperor rewarded the magistrate liberally and promoted him to a higher position. The magistrate, now a governor, in turn exempted Cheng Ming from his levies in cash as well as crickets. A year later, Cheng Ming’s son came out of his stupor. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, to the great surprise and joy of his parents. The first word she uttered to his jubilant parents were, “I’m so tired and hungry.” After a hot meal, he told them, “I dreamed that I had become a cricket, and I fought a lot of other crickets. It was such fun! You know what? The greatest fun I had was my fight with a couple of roosters!” (Taken from a website)

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