From 42046efc1419dd9c8b1c960d453ae6f5fdc8f295 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: =?UTF-8?q?=E1=84=8B=E1=85=A2=E1=84=91=E1=85=B3=E1=86=AF=20=E1=84=82?= =?UTF-8?q?=E1=85=A9=E1=84=90=E1=85=B3=E1=84=87=E1=85=AE=E1=86=A8?= Date: Thu, 11 Jul 2019 15:31:12 +0900 Subject: [PATCH] Add: english writings --- .../system/NA_english_hungry_caterpillar.txt | 61 ++++++ .../system/english_beautiful dreamer.txt | 22 +++ .../system/english_happy_prince.txt | 180 ++++++++++++++++++ .../typing_exam/system/english_time_is.txt | 10 + .../typing_exam/system/english_wolf_7pigs.txt | 19 ++ .../typing_exam/system/korean_cold_noodle.txt | 3 +- .../typing_exam/system/korean_heoseng.txt | 3 +- .../file/typing_exam/system/korean_spring.txt | 3 +- 8 files changed, 298 insertions(+), 3 deletions(-) create mode 100644 resources/file/typing_exam/system/NA_english_hungry_caterpillar.txt create mode 100644 resources/file/typing_exam/system/english_beautiful dreamer.txt create mode 100644 resources/file/typing_exam/system/english_happy_prince.txt create mode 100644 resources/file/typing_exam/system/english_time_is.txt create mode 100644 resources/file/typing_exam/system/english_wolf_7pigs.txt diff --git a/resources/file/typing_exam/system/NA_english_hungry_caterpillar.txt b/resources/file/typing_exam/system/NA_english_hungry_caterpillar.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..54f0a47 --- /dev/null +++ b/resources/file/typing_exam/system/NA_english_hungry_caterpillar.txt @@ -0,0 +1,61 @@ +THE VERY HUNGRY CATERPILLAR +Eric Carle + +In the light +of the moon +a little egg +lay on a leaf. + +One Sunday morning the warm sun came up and -pop!— out of the egg came a tiny and very hungry caterpillar. + +He started to look for some food. + +On Monday +he ate through +one apple. +But he was still +hungry. + +On Tuesday +he ate through +two pears, +but he was +still hungry. + +On Wednesday +he ate through +three plums, +but he was still +hungry. + +On Thursday +he ate through +four strawberries, +but he was still +hungry. + +On Friday +he ate through +five oranges, +but he was still +hungry. + +On Saturday +he ate through +one piece of +chocolate cake, one ice-cream cone, one pickle, one slice of Swiss cheese, one slice of salami, one lollipop, one piece of cherry pie, one sausage, one cupcake, and one slice of watermelon. + +That night he had a stomachache! + +The next day was Sunday again. +The caterpillar ate through +one nice green leaf, +and after that he felt +much better. + +Now he wasn’t hungry any more — and he wasn’t a little caterpillar any more. +He was a big, fat caterpillar. + +He built a small house, called a cocoon, around himself. He stayed inside for more than two weeks. Then he nibbled a hole in the cocoon, pushed his way out and... + +He was a beautiful butterfly! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/resources/file/typing_exam/system/english_beautiful dreamer.txt b/resources/file/typing_exam/system/english_beautiful dreamer.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b5e36a6 --- /dev/null +++ b/resources/file/typing_exam/system/english_beautiful dreamer.txt @@ -0,0 +1,22 @@ +Beautiful Dreamer +Stephen Foster + +Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me, +Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee; +Sounds of the rude world heard in the day, +Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd away! +Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song, +List while I woo thee with soft melody; +Gone are the cares of life's busy throng, +Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me! +Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me! + +Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea +Mermaids are chaunting the wild lorelie; +Over the streamlet vapors are borne, +Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn +Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart, +E'en as the morn on the streamlet and sea; +Then will all clouds of sorrow depart, +Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me! +Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me! \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/resources/file/typing_exam/system/english_happy_prince.txt b/resources/file/typing_exam/system/english_happy_prince.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..73c8724 --- /dev/null +++ b/resources/file/typing_exam/system/english_happy_prince.txt @@ -0,0 +1,180 @@ +The Happy Prince +Oscar Wilde + +1. +High above the city, on a tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince. He was gilded all over with thin leaves of fine gold, for eyes he had two bright sapphires, and a large red ruby glowed on his sword-hilt. + +He was very much admired indeed.'He is as beautiful as a weathercock,' remarked one of the Town Councillors who wished to gain a reputation for having artistic taste; 'only not quite so useful,' he added, fearing lest people should think him unpractical, which he really was not. + +'Why can't you be like the Happy Prince?' asked a sensible mother of her little boy who was crying for the moon. 'The Happy Prince never dreams of crying for anything.' + +'I am glad there is some one in the world who is quite happy', muttered a disappointed man as he gazed at the wonderful statue. + +'He looks just like an angel,' said the Charity Children as they came out of the cathedral in their bright scarlet cloaks, and their clean white pinafores. + +'How do you know?' said the Mathematical Master, 'you have never seen one.' + +'Ah! but we have, in our dreams,' answered the children; and the Mathematical Master frowned and looked very severe, for he did not approve of children dreaming. + +One night there flew over the city a little Swallow. His friends had gone away to Egypt six weeks before, but he had stayed behind, for he was in love with the most beautiful Reed. He had met her early in the spring as he was flying down the river after a big yellow moth, and had been so attracted by her slender waist that he had stopped to talk to her. + +'Shall I love you said the Swallow', who liked to come to the point at once, and the Reed made him a low bow. So he flew round and round her, touching the water with his wings, and making silver ripples. This was his courtship, and it lasted all through the summer. + +2. +'It is a ridiculous attachment,' twittered the other Swallows, 'she has no money, and far too many relations;' and indeed the river was quite full of Reeds. Then, when the autumn came, they all flew away. + +After they had gone he felt lonely, and began to tire of his lady-love. 'She has no conversation,' he said, 'and I am afraid that she is a coquette, for she is always flirting with the wind.' And certainly, whenever the wind blew, the Reed made the most graceful curtsies. I admit that she is domestic,' he continued, 'but I love travelling, and my wife, consequently, should love travelling also.' + +'Will you come away with me?' he said finally to her; but the Reed shook her head, she was so attached to her home. + +'You have been trifling with me,' he cried, 'I am off to the Pyramids. Good-bye!' and he flew away. + +All day long he flew, and at night-time he arrived at the city. 'Where shall I put up?' he said 'I hope the town has made preparations.' + +Then he saw the statue on the tall column. 'I will put up there,' he cried; 'it is a fine position with plenty of fresh air.' So he alighted just between the feet of the Happy Prince. + +'I have a golden bedroom,' he said softly to himself as he looked round, and he prepared to go to sleep; but just as he was putting his head under his wing, a large drop of water fell on him.'What a curious thing!' he cried, 'there is not a single cloud in the sky, the stars are quite clear and bright, and yet it is raining. The climate in the north of Europe is really dreadful. The Reed used to like the rain, but that was merely her selfishness.' + +Then another drop fell. + +'What is the use of a statue if it cannot keep the rain off?' he said; 'I must look for a good chimney-pot,' and he determined to fly away. + +3. +But before he had opened his wings, a third drop fell, and he looked up, and saw - Ah! what did he see? + +The eyes of the Happy Prince were filled with tears, and tears were running down his golden cheeks. His face was so beautiful in the moonlight that the little Swallow was filled with pity. + +'Who are you?' he said. + +'I am the Happy Prince.' + +'Why are you weeping then?' asked the Swallow; 'you have quite drenched me.' + +'When I was alive and had a human heart,' answered the statue, 'I did not know what tears were, for I lived in the Palace of Sans-Souci where sorrow is not allowed to enter. In the daytime I played with my companions in the garden, and in the evening I led the dance in the Great Hall. Round the garden ran a very lofty wall, but I never cared to ask what lay beyond it, everything about me was so beautiful. My courtiers called me the Happy Prince, and happy indeed I was, if pleasure be happiness. So I lived, and so I died. And now that I am dead they have set me up here so high that I can see all the ugliness and all the misery of my city, and though my heart is made of lead yet I cannot choose but weep.' + +'What, is he not solid gold?' said the Swallow to himself. He was too polite to make any personal remarks out loud. + +'Far away,' continued the statue in a low musical voice,'far away in a little street there is a poor house. One of the windows is open, and through it I can see a woman seated at a table. Her face is thin and worn, and she has coarse, red hands, all pricked by the needle, for she is a seamstress. She is embroidering passion-fowers on a satin gown for the loveliest of the Queen's maids-of-honour to wear at the next Court-ball. In a bed in the corner of the room her little boy is lying ill. He has a fever, and is asking for oranges. His mother has nothing to give him but river water, so he is crying. Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow, will you not bring her the ruby out of my sword-hilt? My feet are fastened to this pedestal and I cannot move.' + +4. +'I am waited for in Egypt,' said the Swallow. 'My friends are flying up and down the Nile, and talking to the large lotus flowers. Soon they will go to sleep in the tomb of the great King. The King is there himself in his painted coffin. He is wrapped in yellow linen, and embalmed with spices. Round his neck is a chain of pale green jade, and his hands are like withered leaves.' + +'Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,' said the Prince,'will you not stay with me for one night, and be my messenger? The boy is so thirsty, and the mother so sad. + +'I don't think I like boys,' answered the Swallow. 'Last summer, when I was staying on the river, there were two rude boys, the miller's sons, who were always throwing stones at me. They never hit me, of course; we swallows fly far too well for that, and besides, I come of a family famous for its agility; but still, it was a mark of disrespect.' + +But the Happy Prince looked so sad that the little Swallow was sorry. 'It is very cold here,' he said 'but I will stay with you for one night, and be your messenger.' + +'Thank you, little Swallow,' said the Prince. + +So the Swallow picked out the great ruby from the Prince's sword, and flew away with it in his beak over the roofs of the town. + +He passed by the cathedral tower, where the white marble angels were sculptured. He passed by the palace and heard the sound of dancing. A beautiful girl came out on the balcony with her lover. 'How wonderful the stars are,' he said to her,'and how wonderful is the power of love!' 'I hope my dress will be ready in time for the State-ball,' she answered; 'I have ordered passion-flowers to be embroidered on it; but the seamstresses are so lazy.' + +He passed over the river, and saw the lanterns hanging to the masts of the ships. He passed over the Ghetto, and saw the old Jews bargaining with each other, and weighing out money in copper scales. At last he came to the poor house and looked in. The boy was tossing feverishly on his bed, and the mother had fallen asleep, she was so tired. In he hopped, and laid the great ruby on the table beside the woman's thimble. Then he flew gently round the bed, fanning the boy's forehead with his wings. 'How cool I feel,' said the boy, 'I must be getting better;' and he sank into a delicious slumber. + +5. +Then the Swallow flew back to the Happy Prince, and told him what he had done. 'It is curious,' he remarked, 'but I feel quite warm now, although it is so cold.' + +'That is because you have done a good action,' said the Prince. And the little Swallow began to think, and then he fell asleep. Thinking always made him sleepy. + +When day broke he flew down to the river and had a bath. + +'What a remarkable phenomenon,' said the Professor of Omithology as he was passing over the bridge. 'A swallow in winter!' And he wrote a long letter about it to the local newspaper. Every one quoted it, it was full of so many words that they could not understand. + +'To-night I go to Egypt,' said the Swallow, and he was in high spirits at the prospect. He visited all the public monuments, and sat a long time on top of the church steeple. Wherever he went the Sparrows chirruped, and said to each other, 'What a distinguished stranger!' so he enjoyed himself very much. + +When the moon rose he flew back to the Happy Prince. 'Have you any commissions for Egypt?' he cried; 'I am just starting.' + +'Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,' said the Prince, 'will you not stay with me one night longer?' + +'I am waited for in Egypt,' answered the Swallow. To-morrow my friends will fly up to the Second Cataract. The river-horse couches there among the bulrushes, and on a great granite throne sits the God Memnon. All night long he watches the stars, and when the morning star shines he utters one cry of joy, and then he is silent. At noon the yellow lions come down to the water's edge to drink. They have eyes like green beryls, and their roar is louder than the roar of the cataract.' + +'Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,' said the Prince,'far away across the city I see a young man in a garret. He is leaning over a desk covered with papers, and in a tumbler by his side there is a bunch of withered violets. His hair is brown and crisp, and his lips are red as a pomegranate, and he has large and dreamy eyes. He is trying to finish a play for the Director of the Theatre, but he is too cold to write any more. There is no fire in the grate, and hunger has made him faint.' + +6. +'I will wait with you one night longer,' said the Swallow, who really had a good heart. 'Shall I take him another ruby?' + +'Alas! I have no ruby now,' said the Prince; 'my eyes are all that I have left. They are made of rare sapphires, which were brought out of India a thousand years ago. Pluck out one of them and take it to him. He will sell it to the jeweller, and buy food and firewood, and finish his play.' + +'Dear Prince,' said the Swallow,'I cannot do that;' and he began to weep. + +'Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,' said the Prince, 'do as I command you.' + +So the Swallow plucked out the Prince's eye, and flew away to the student's garret. It was easy enough to get in, as there was a hole in the roof. Through this he darted, and came into the room. The young man had his head buried in his hands, so he did not hear the flutter of the bird's wings, and when he looked up he found the beautiful sapphire lying on the withered violets. + +'I am beginning to be appreciated,' he cried; 'this is from some great admirer. Now I can finish my play,' and he looked quite happy. + +The next day the Swallow flew down to the harbour. He sat on the mast of a large vessel and watched the sailors hauling big chests out of the hold with ropes. 'Heave a-hoy!' they shouted as each chest came up. 'I am going to Egypt!' cried the Swallow, but nobody minded, and when the moon rose he flew back to the Happy Prince. + +'I am come to bid you good-bye,' he cried. + +'Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,' said the Prince,'will you not stay with me one night longer?' + +'It is winter,' answered the Swallow, and the chill snow will soon be here. In Egypt the sun is warm on the green palm-trees, and the crocodiles lie in the mud and look lazily about them. My companions are building a nest in the Temple of Baalbec, and the pink and white doves are watching them, and cooing to each other. Dear Prince, I must leave you, but I will never forget you, and next spring I will bring you back two beautiful jewels in place of those you have given away. The ruby shall be redder than a red rose, and the sapphire shall be as blue as the great sea. + +7. +'In the square below,' said the Happy Prince, 'there stands a little match-girl. She has let her matches fall in the gutter, and they are all spoiled. Her father will beat her if she does not bring home some money, and she is crying. She has no shoes or stockings, and her little head is bare. Pluck out my other eye, and give it to her, and her father will not beat her. + +'I will stay with you one night longer,' said the Swallow,'but I cannot pluck out your eye. You would be quite blind then.' + +'Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow,' said the Prince, 'do as I command you.' + +So he plucked out the Prince's other eye, and darted down with it. He swooped past the match-girl, and slipped the jewel into the palm of her hand. 'What a lovely bit of glass,' cried the little girl; and she ran home, laughing. + +Then the Swallow came back to the Prince. 'You are blind now,' he said, 'so I will stay with you always.' + +'No, little Swallow,' said the poor Prince, 'you must go away to Egypt.' + +'I will stay with you always,' said the Swallow, and he slept at the Prince's feet. + +All the next day he sat on the Prince's shoulder, and told him stories of what he had seen in strange lands. He told him of the red ibises, who stand in long rows on the banks of the Nile, and catch gold fish in their beaks; of the Sphinx, who is as old as the world itself, and lives in the desert, and knows everything; of the merchants, who walk slowly by the side of their camels, and carry amber beads in their hands; of the King of the Mountains of the Moon, who is as black as ebony, and worships a large crystal; of the great green snake that sleeps in a palm-tree, and has twenty priests to feed it with honey-cakes; and of the pygmies who sail over a big lake on large flat leaves, and are always at war with the butterflies. + +8. +'Dear little Swallow,' said the Prince, 'you tell me of marvellous things, but more marvellous than anything is the suffering of men and of women. There is no Mystery so great as Misery. Fly over my city, little Swallow, and tell me what you see there.' + +So the Swallow flew over the great city, and saw the rich making merry in their beautiful houses, while the beggars were sitting at the gates. He flew into dark lanes, and saw the white faces of starving children looking out listlessly at the black streets. Under the archway of a bridge two little boys were lying in one another's arms to try and keep themselves warm. 'How hungry we are' they said. 'You must not lie here,' shouted the Watchman, and they wandered out into the rain. + +Then he flew back and told the Prince what he had seen. + +'I am covered with fine gold,' said the Prince, 'you must take it off, leaf by leaf, and give it to my poor; the living always think that gold can make them happy.' + +Leaf after leaf of the fine gold the Swallow picked off, till the Happy Prince looked quite dull and grey. Leaf after leaf of the fine gold he brought to the poor, and the children's faces grew rosier, and they laughed and played games in the street. 'We have bread nod' they cried. + +Then the snow came, and after the snow came the frost. The streets looked as if they were made of silver, they were so bright and glistening; long icicles like crystal daggers hung down from the eaves of the houses, everybody went about in furs, and the little boys wore scarlet caps and skated on the ice. + +The poor little Swallow grew colder and colder, but he would not leave the Prince, he loved him too well. He picked up crumbs outside the baker's door when the baker was not looking, and tried to keep himself warm by flapping his wings. + +But at last he knew that he was going to die. He had just strength to fly up to the Prince's shoulder once more.'Good-bye, dear Prince!' he murmured, 'will you let me kiss your hand?' + +9. +'I am glad that you are going to Egypt at last, little Swallow,' said the Prince, 'you have stayed too long here; but you must kiss me on the lips, for I love you.' + +'It is not to Egypt that I am going,' said the Swallow. I am going to the House of Death. Death is the brother of Sleep, is he not?' + +And he kissed the Happy Prince on the lips, and fell down dead at his feet. + +At that moment a curious crack sounded inside the statue, as if something had broken. The fact is that the leaden heart had snapped right in two. It certainly was a dreadfully hard frost. + +Early the next morning the Mayor was walking in the square below in company with the Town Councillors. As they passed the column he looked up at the statue: 'Dear me! how shabby the Happy Prince looks!' he said. + +'How shabby indeed!' cried the Town Councillors, who always agreed with the Mayor, and they went up to look at it. + +'The ruby has fallen out of his sword, his eyes are gone, and he is golden no longer,' said the Mayor; 'in fact, he is little better than a beggar!' + +'Little better than a beggar,' said the Town Councillors. + +'And there is actually a dead bird at his feet,' continued the Mayor. 'We must really issue a proclamation that birds are not to be allowed to die here.' And the Town Clerk made a note of the suggestion. + +So they pulled down the statue of the Happy Prince. 'As he is no longer beautiful he is no longer useful,' said the Art Professor at the University. + +Then they melted the statue in a furnace, and the Mayor held a meeting of the Corporation to decide what was to be done with the metal. 'We must have another statue, of course,' he said, 'and it shall be a statue of myself.' + +10. +'Of myself,' said each of the Town Councillors, and they quarrelled. When I last heard of them they were quarrelling still. + +'What a strange thing!' said the overseer of the workmen at the foundry.'This broken lead heart will not melt in the furnace. We must throw it away.' So they threw it on a dust-heap where the dead Swallow was also lying. + +'Bring me the two most precious things in the city,' said God to one of His Angels; and the Angel brought Him the leaden heart and the dead bird. + +'You have rightly chosen,' said God,'for in my garden of Paradise this little bird shall sing for evermore, and in my city of gold the Happy Prince shall praise me.' \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/resources/file/typing_exam/system/english_time_is.txt b/resources/file/typing_exam/system/english_time_is.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..dea4dfe --- /dev/null +++ b/resources/file/typing_exam/system/english_time_is.txt @@ -0,0 +1,10 @@ +Time is +Henry Van Dyke + +Time is +Too Slow for those who Wait +Too Swift for those who Fear +Too Long for those who Grieve +Too Short for those who Rejoice +But for those who Love +Time is not. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/resources/file/typing_exam/system/english_wolf_7pigs.txt b/resources/file/typing_exam/system/english_wolf_7pigs.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f6985aa --- /dev/null +++ b/resources/file/typing_exam/system/english_wolf_7pigs.txt @@ -0,0 +1,19 @@ +THE WOLF AND THE SEVEN LITTLE KIDS +The Brothers Grimm + +There was once upon a time an old goat who had seven little kids, and loved them with all the love of a mother for her children. One day she wanted to go into the forest and fetch some food. So she called all seven to her and said: 'Dear children, I have to go into the forest, be on your guard against the wolf; if he comes in, he will devour you all--skin, hair, and everything. The wretch often disguises himself, but you will know him at once by his rough voice and his black feet.' The kids said: 'Dear mother, we will take good care of ourselves; you may go away without any anxiety.' Then the old one bleated, and went on her way with an easy mind. + +It was not long before someone knocked at the house-door and called: 'Open the door, dear children; your mother is here, and has brought something back with her for each of you.' But the little kids knew that it was the wolf, by the rough voice. 'We will not open the door,' cried they, 'you are not our mother. She has a soft, pleasant voice, but your voice is rough; you are the wolf!' Then the wolf went away to a shopkeeper and bought himself a great lump of chalk, ate this and made his voice soft with it. Then he came back, knocked at the door of the house, and called: 'Open the door, dear children, your mother is here and has brought something back with her for each of you.' But the wolf had laid his black paws against the window, and the children saw them and cried: 'We will not open the door, our mother has not black feet like you: you are the wolf!' Then the wolf ran to a baker and said: 'I have hurt my feet, rub some dough over them for me.' And when the baker had rubbed his feet over, he ran to the miller and said: 'Strew some white meal over my feet for me.' The miller thought to himself: 'The wolf wants to deceive someone,' and refused; but the wolf said: 'If you will not do it, I will devour you.' Then the miller was afraid, and made his paws white for him. Truly, this is the way of mankind. + +So now the wretch went for the third time to the house-door, knocked at it and said: 'Open the door for me, children, your dear little mother has come home, and has brought every one of you something back from the forest with her.' The little kids cried: 'First show us your paws that we may know if you are our dear little mother.' Then he put his paws in through the window and when the kids saw that they were white, they believed that all he said was true, and opened the door. But who should come in but the wolf! They were terrified and wanted to hide themselves. One sprang under the table, the second into the bed, the third into the stove, the fourth into the kitchen, the fifth into the cupboard, the sixth under the washing-bowl, and the seventh into the clock-case. But the wolf found them all, and used no great ceremony; one after the other he swallowed them down his throat. The youngest, who was in the clock-case, was the only one he did not find. When the wolf had satisfied his appetite he took himself off, laid himself down under a tree in the green meadow outside, and began to sleep. Soon afterwards the old goat came home again from the forest. Ah! what a sight she saw there! The house-door stood wide open. The table, chairs, and benches were thrown down, the washing-bowl lay broken to pieces, and the quilts and pillows were pulled off the bed. She sought her children, but they were nowhere to be found. She called them one after another by name, but no one answered. At last, when she came to the youngest, a soft voice cried: 'Dear mother, I am in the clock-case.' She took the kid out, and it told her that the wolf had come and had eaten all the others. Then you may imagine how she wept over her poor children. + +At length in her grief she went out, and the youngest kid ran with her. When they came to the meadow, there lay the wolf by the tree and snored so loud that the branches shook. She looked at him on every side and saw that something was moving and struggling in his gorged belly. 'Ah, heavens,' she said, 'is it possible that my poor children whom he has swallowed down for his supper, can be still alive?' Then the kid had to run home and fetch scissors, and a needle and thread, and the goat cut open the monster's stomach, and hardly had she made one cut, than one little kid thrust its head out, and when she had cut farther, all six sprang out one after another, and were all still alive, and had suffered no injury whatever, for in his greediness the monster had swallowed them down whole. What rejoicing there was! They embraced their dear mother, and jumped like a tailor at his wedding. The mother, however, said: 'Now go and look for some big stones, and we will fill the wicked beast's stomach with them while he is still asleep.' Then the seven kids dragged the stones thither with all speed, and put as many of them into this stomach as they could get in; and the mother sewed him up again in the greatest haste, so that he was not aware of anything and never once stirred. + +When the wolf at length had had his fill of sleep, he got on his legs, and as the stones in his stomach made him very thirsty, he wanted to go to a well to drink. But when he began to walk and to move about, the stones in his stomach knocked against each other and rattled. Then cried he: + +'What rumbles and tumbles +Against my poor bones? +I thought 'twas six kids, +But it feels like big stones.' + +And when he got to the well and stooped over the water to drink, the heavy stones made him fall in, and he drowned miserably. When the seven kids saw that, they came running to the spot and cried aloud: 'The wolf is dead! The wolf is dead!' and danced for joy round about the well with their mother. \ No newline at end of file diff --git a/resources/file/typing_exam/system/korean_cold_noodle.txt b/resources/file/typing_exam/system/korean_cold_noodle.txt index 87312e8..15b18f0 100644 --- a/resources/file/typing_exam/system/korean_cold_noodle.txt +++ b/resources/file/typing_exam/system/korean_cold_noodle.txt @@ -1,4 +1,5 @@ -냉면 / 김남천 +냉면 +김남천 '냉면'이라는 말에 '평양'이 붙어서 '평양냉면'이라야 비로소 어울리는 격에 맞는 말이 되듯이 냉면은 평양에 있어 대표적인 음식이다. 언제부터 이 냉면이 평양에 들어왔으며 언제부터 냉면이 평안도 사람의 입에 가장 많이 기호에 맞는 음식물이 되었는지는 나 같은 무식쟁이에게는 알 수도 없고 또 알려고도 아니한다. diff --git a/resources/file/typing_exam/system/korean_heoseng.txt b/resources/file/typing_exam/system/korean_heoseng.txt index 1cb91be..290553d 100644 --- a/resources/file/typing_exam/system/korean_heoseng.txt +++ b/resources/file/typing_exam/system/korean_heoseng.txt @@ -1,4 +1,5 @@ -허생전 / 박지원 +허생전 +박지원 허생은 묵적골에 살았다. 곧장 남산 밑에 닿으면, 우물 위에 오래된 은행나무가 서 있고, 은행나무를 향하여 사립문이 열렸는데, 두어 칸 초가는 비바람을 막지 못할 정도였다. 그러나 허생은 글읽기만 좋아하고, 그의 처가 남의 바느질 품을 팔아서 입에 풀칠을 했다. diff --git a/resources/file/typing_exam/system/korean_spring.txt b/resources/file/typing_exam/system/korean_spring.txt index 1171cd4..1a60d1a 100644 --- a/resources/file/typing_exam/system/korean_spring.txt +++ b/resources/file/typing_exam/system/korean_spring.txt @@ -1,4 +1,5 @@ -봄2 / 윤동주 +봄2 +윤동주 우리 애기는 아래발치에서 코올 코올,