Posted: 2014 年 04 月 11 日 in Speaking

Kiwi: a flightless New Zealand bird with hair-like feathers, having a long-downcurved bill with sensitive nostrils at the tip.

The video shares a touching story that may move you to tears. The audacity of the kiwi always inspires people to achieve their goals against all odds. In terms of English teaching, the video serves as a great material for training speaking and writing. For example, teachers may ask students to retell the story in the first person point of view, that is, students are the kiwis themselves. In this way, students feel empathy with the kiwi and naturally they are more willing to speak or write more.


Whenever I saw a flock of birds fly happily in the sky, I’ll close my eyes and imagine what it will be like to hover over the mountains. One day, I made up my mind to fulfill my “flying dream” at all costs, nothing can block my way! Actions speak louder than words; I worked on my plan soon after setting the goal. In the following days, I fastened the trees on the steep hill with ropes and nails, and made all the trees into a horizontal direction. Although this was really exhausting, it was the most joyful moment in my life because my weak wings which made me unable to fly will never frustrate me anymore. “There’s only one step left.” I said to myself. Then, I took a deep breath, flapped my wings, dashing down the mountains. Wow! This was totally a novel experience! It seemed that I am on the top of everything, even trees were underneath, and a gentle breeze caressed my face. As the height decreased, a teardrop rolled down my cheeks, but I wasn’t seized by fear. Instead of being terrified, a sense of satisfaction came up to me for realizing my dream, and I knew that nothing was left to regret in my life. (依霖@TCGS)

Extracting my strength, I finally made the tree hung against the cliff. Then I hammered tons of nails in the roots lest the trunk fall. Again and again, I strove to fix thousands of trees to the cliff, transforming the rock wall into the woods. Gazing at my work, a great sense of achievement surged. I put on an aviator’s helmet and made a sprint toward the precipice. Yes, I did plunge. Feeling myself falling down freely, I fluttered my shrunk wings as if I were soaring like an eagle, overlooking the vast woods. My eyes were brimmed with warm tears not because I knew I was doomed to die, but because I made my dream, flying, come true. Although I was born with disabled wings, I never yielded to the fate. Instead, at the expense of my life, I created my own way soaring in the sky. (瓊儀@TCGS)

Kiwi, as humans called me,

I want to fly!

I want to feel leaves brushing

Through my wings along with breeze.

Crazy as you may think,

I built rows of trees on a

Cliff with bare “wings.”

And today, it’s time to

Give it a try.

“Wow, I’m now flying!”

Is my first thought,

And later followed by

“Will it come to an end?”

Or “am I going to die?”

Well, I cannot answer

Either. What I can tell

Is: I feel good right now.


Exercise 1: The Last Knit

Exercise 2: Changing Batteries



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