Md Abu Bakar @msuabint7

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When choosing English story books, you can consider the following questions:
Can you easily identify the central character?
Are there events that interest you to inspire you to continue reading?
What do you consider an appropriate length for the story - too short or too long?
Layout - fonts, headings, does each page increase or decrease your enthusiasm while reading?
Is it supported by illustrations that your young readers will enjoy seeing?
Like or shy to write your own diary, write something about yourself or talk to someone about yourself in English?
Write something in your own language and then try to translate it into English. Repeat what is said in English and write it down again and again.
In English, read the sentence/s you can read over and over again and say it with the people around you.
Those who are very weak in English should start reading from children's textbooks and try to master them to increase vocabulary. And make new sentences with those words.
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My Love, My Dream
In a quaint little town nestled between rolling hills and whispering woods, there lived a young woman named Elara. She was a dreamer, her spirit dancing in the soft hues of twilight, her thoughts woven with the threads of imagination. But amidst the tranquil beauty of her surroundings, there was an emptiness in her heart, a longing for something undefined yet undeniable.
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Each evening, Elara would wander to the edge of the forest, where the trees murmured secrets to the wind and the stars whispered tales of forgotten love. It was there, beneath the velvet canopy of night that she would lose herself in reverie, her soul reaching out for the elusive specter of her dreams.
One night, as the moon hung low in the sky, casting its silver glow upon the earth, Elara heard a melody drifting through the trees. It was a song of longing, of love, and of hope. Entranced, she followed the haunting melody deeper into the forest, her heart pounding with anticipation.
At last, she came upon a clearing bathed in moonlight, where a figure stood, his silhouette etched against the night sky. He was a stranger, yet his presence felt achingly familiar, as though he were a fragment of a forgotten memory.
Their eyes met, and in that moment, the world seemed to stand still. There was a silent understanding that passed between them, a recognition that transcended the boundaries of time and space. And as they reached out to each other, hands trembling with anticipation, Elara felt the weight of her loneliness lift, replaced by a sense of belonging she had never known.
They danced beneath the stars, their movements fluid and graceful, as though they had been choreographed by fate itself. With each step, they wove a tapestry of love and desire, their hearts beating as one, their souls intertwined in a symphony of passion and longing.
As dawn approached, painting the sky with hues of rose and gold, Elara knew that she had found her love, her dream. In the arms of the stranger, she had discovered a kindred spirit, a soulmate whose presence illuminated the darkest corners of her heart.
And as they watched the sun rise on a new day, hand in hand, Elara knew that their love would endure, a beacon of light in a world shrouded in darkness. For in each other, they had found not only solace but also a reason to believe in the magic of dreams.

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