Correction D'un Texte

[Krenz]

Bonjour, Bonsoir, j'ai un devoir en anglais qui est en rapport avec le Reported Speach. On nous demande d'écrire du point de vue de  quelqu'un. (Ici une mère, vivant au Zimbabwe racontant l'expérience de son fils en Norvège).

 

I remember having received a letter from my son, living in Norway. Just full of joy, i read it.

 

When he just arrived in his new town, Norway, the rain was covering the airport. This adorable rain reminded him myself working in the fields. He even said that I would compose an instant poem to celebrate some warm drops. This child really know me... . Apparently, Norwegians hate the rain, Cenjarai always reminded them the power of rain, the essence of life, the "giver of life" like he said. Strangely they prefer the snow he said. What a stupefaction for me to read that they even run on ice for competitions! He always said that  step on ice is a potential disaster, I recognize him.  My son really hate the ice. He added the ice down there is more slippery than the mudy soils of my maze fields. It fascinates me and worries me at the same, maybe he is right after all.. . He said that Norwegian are very shy, silent. Here in Harare it is the complete opposite. I bet that he was bored a lot there, without laugher or good humour. But at least there is no malaria in his town. He told me that the mosquitoes there are harmless : lucky boy. But what is extremely astonishing is that their illness are to do with the mind or the food. I mean water and bread wan't  be bad for humans... What a strange country. He really misses his country, our setting sun, our beautiful moon, even about the maze that I planted, they are ready to eat, hope he will enjoy some. In the end, he learned a lot about this country, he understood something really important : There are knowledges, so many, and the principal of them or to co-exist and learn from another.

 

Merci de votre correction tant en vocabulaire que syntaxique

 

[Jean B]

Bonsoir,

 

I remember having received a letter from my son, living in Norway. Just full of joy, i read it.

 

When he had just arrived in his new town country, Norway, the rain was covering the airport.<< Jusqu'à preuve du contraire, la Norvège n'est pas une ville. Relis-toi toujours. This adorable rain reminded him myself working in the fields. He even said that I would compose an instant poem to celebrate some warm drops. This child really knows me... . Apparently, Norwegians hate the rain, Cenjarai always reminded them the power of rain, the essence of life, the "giver of life" like he said. Strangely they prefer the snow he said. What a stupefaction for me to read that they even run on ice for competitions! He always said that stepping on ice is a potential disaster, I recognize him.  My son really hates the ice. He added the ice down there is more slippery than the muddy soils of my maize fields. It both fascinates me and worries me at the same, maybe he is right after all... He said that Norwegian are very shy, silent. Here in Harare it is the complete opposite. I bet that he was bored a lot there, without laughter or good humour. But at least there is no malaria in his town. He told me that the mosquitoes there are harmless, lucky boy. But what is extremely astonishing is that their illnesses are have something to do with their minds or the food.<< Si tant est que j'ai compris ce que tu as voulu dire. I mean water and bread won't  be bad for humans... What a strange country. He really misses his country, our setting sun, our beautiful moon, even about the maize that I planted, they are ready to eat, hope he will enjoy some. In the end, he learned a lot about this country, he understood something really important: there are knowledges, so many, and the principal of them or consists in to co-existing and learning from anothers.

 

Sur ton clavier, n'oublie jamais plus le -s final au présent simple d'un verbe dont le sujet est singulier. C'est élémentaire et cet oubli ne pardonne pas.

Bonne continuation.

[Krenz]

Merci beaucoup, c'est apprécier