What would you like to do?
a poor farmer was a serf. The lord owned the land which the land owned the serfs, so the were the poorest in the feudalism system.
A short summary of "The Story of the Aged Mother" is: A degree was given by a wicked ruler to put to death all oldpeople. A poor farmer took his aged mother up a mountain to o…beythe degree, but could not. He brought his mother down the mountainand hid her. The wicked ruler demanded that a twisted straw rope bemade. It was the aged mother who told how to make the rope. The sontold the governor the story and the degree was abolished.
soRRy hindi ko alam ehh ..... ang HiRap kaya .. !! TrY mOO xD !! hahaha xD
to abandoning all the aged people
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son of the aged mother
the poor farmer live at the foot of the mountain
The Aged Mother is a story written by the Brother's Grimm. It tells the tale of an old woman who is miserable and has watched her friends and relatives pass away. One day she …is called to church and to her surprise her dead relations are sitting inside. They show her what life "could" have been like had her sons and loved ones not passed away. After seeing the negative futures, she ends up thanking God for having dealt her a kinder hand than she was able to understand. She was able to pass away in peace as a result of this. The moral of the story is basically that the grass is not always greener on the other side.
Antimicrobial Agents and Chemotherapy, January 2010, p. 509-512, Vol. 54, No. 1 0066-4804/10/$12.00+0 doi:10.1128/AAC.00940-09 Copyright © 2010, American Society for Micro…biology. All Rights Reserved. Method for Screening Compounds That Influence Virulence Gene Expression in Staphylococcus aureusAnita Nielsen,1 Kristian F. Nielsen,2 Dorte Frees,1 Thomas O. Larsen,2, and Hanne Ingmer1* Department of Veterinary Disease Biology, Faculty of Life Sciences, University of Copenhagen, DK-1870 Frederiksberg, Denmark,1 Department of Systems Biology, Technical University of Denmark, DK-2800 Lyngby, Denmark2 Received 8 July 2009/ Returned for modification 3 August 2009/ Accepted 2 November 2009 We present a simple assay to examine effects of compounds on virulence gene expression in the human pathogen Staphylococcus aureus. The assay employs transcriptional reporter strains carrying lacZ fused to central virulence genes. Compounds affecting virulence gene expression and activity of the agr locus are scored based on color change in the presence of a chromogenic β-galactosidase substrate. The assay can be used to screen for novel antivirulence compounds from many different sources, such as fungi, as demonstrated here. * Corresponding author. Mailing address: Department of Veterinary Disease Biology, Stigboejlen 4, 1870 Frederiksberg C, Denmark. Phone: 45-3533-2773. Fax: 45-3528-2757. E-mail: email@example.com Published ahead of print on 16 November 2009. Antimicrobial Agents and Chemotherapy, January 2010, p. 509-512, Vol. 54, No. 1 0066-4804/10/$12.00+0 doi:10.1128/AAC.00940-09 Copyright © 2010, American Society for Microbiology. All Rights Reserved. http://aac.asm.org/cgi/content/abstract/54/1/509?maxtoshow=&hits=10&RESULTFORMAT=&fulltext=staphyloccocus&searchid=1&FIRSTINDEX=0&resourcetype=HWCIT ____________________________________________________________ http://aac.asm.org/cgi/search?fulltext=staphyloccocus&submit=yes&x=0&y=0
the story of evidence from the story
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Climax: At last, they reach the summit. The weary and heartsick youth gently released his old mother. Before he live his mother, the old woman told his son about the mark of t…he pile of twigs that will guide him to the way home. At that point, the farmer realizes that whatever happens he should not left his mother alone. So he decided that both of them will go home and will die together
tang ina hnd ko nga alm yung sagut ehhh mag hapan ka gung gung
by giving values to our parents especially to the oldies ...
THE STORY OF THE AGED MOTHER A Japanese Folktale Long, long ago there lived at the foot of the mountain a poor farmer and his aged, widowed mother. They owned a bit of la…nd which supplied them with food, and their humble were peaceful and happy. Shinano was governed by a despotic leader who though a warrior, had a great and cowardly shrinking from anything suggestive of failing health and strength. This caused him to send out a cruel proclamation. The entire province was given strict orders to immediately put to death all aged people. Those were barbarous days, and the custom of abandoning old people to die was not common. The poor farmer loved his aged mother with tender reverence, and the order filled his heart with sorrow. But no one ever thought a second time about obeying the mandate of the governor, so with many deep hopeless sighs, the youth prepared for what at that time was considered the kindest mode of death. Just at sundown, when his dayÃ's work was ended, he took a quantity of unwhitened rice which is principal food for poor, cooked and dried it, and tying it in a square cloth, swung and bundle around his neck along with a gourd filled with cool, sweet water. Then he lifted his helpless old mother to his back and stated on his painful journey up the mountain. The road was long and steep; the narrowed road was crossed and recrossed by many paths made by the hunters and woodcutters. In some place, they mingled in a confused puzzled, but he gave no heed. One path or another, it mattered not. On he went, climbing blindly upward Ã-- ever upward towards the high bare summit of what is know as Obatsuyama, the mountain of the Ã"abandoning of agedÃ". The eyes of the old mother were not so dim but that they noted the reckless hastening from one path to another, and her loving heart grew anxious. Her son did not know the mountainÃ's many paths and his return might be one of danger, so she stretched forth her hand and snapping the twigs from brushes as they passed, she quietly dropped a handful every few steps of the way so that they climbed, the narrow path behind them was dotted at frequently intervals with tiny piles of twigs. At last the summit was reached. Weary and heart sick, the youth gently released his burden and silently prepared a place of comfort as his last duty to the loved one. Gathering fallen pine needle, he made a soft cushion and tenderly lifting his old mother therein, he wrapped her padded coat more closely about the stooping shoulders and with tearful eyes and an aching heart said farewell. The trembling motherÃ's voice was full of unselfish love as she gave her last injunction. Ã"Let not thine eyes be blinded, my son.Ã" She said. Ã"The mountain road is full of dangers. LOOK carefully and follow the path which holds the piles of twigs. They will guide you to the familiar way farther downÃ". The sonÃ's surprised eyes looked back over the path, then at the poor old, shriveled hands all scratched and soiled by their work of love. His heart smote him and bowing to the grounds, he cried aloud: Ã"oh, Honorable mother, thy kindness thrusts my heart! I will not leave thee. Together we will follow the path of twigs, and together we will die!Ã" Once more he shouldered his burden (how light it seemed no) and hastened down the path, through the shadows and the moonlight, to the little hut in the valley. Beneath the kitchen floor was a walled closet for food, which was covered and hidden from view. There the son his mother, supplying her with everything needful and continually watching and fearing. Time passed, and he was beginning to feel safe when again the governor sent forth heralds bearing an unreasonable order, seemingly as a boast of his power. His demand was that his subject should present him with a rope of ashes. The entire province trembled with dread. The order must be obeyed yet who in all Shinano could make a rope of ashes? One night, in great distress, the son whispered the news to his hidden mother. Ã"Wait!Ã" she said. Ã"I will think. I will thinkÃ" On the second day she told him what to do. Ã"Make rope twisted straw,Ã" she said. Ã"Then stretch it upon a row of flat stones and burn it there on the windless night.Ã" He called the people together and did as she said and when the blaze and died, behold upon the stones with every twist and fiber showing perfectly. Lay a rope of whithead ashes. The governor was pleaced at the wit of the youth and praised greatly, but he demanded to know where he had obtained his wisdom. Ã"Alas! Alas!Ã" cried the farmer, Ã"the truth must be told!Ã" and with deep bows he related his story. The governor listened and then meditated in silence. Finally he lifted his head. Ã"Shinano needs more than strength of youth,Ã" he said gravely. Ã"Ah, that I should have forgotten the well-know saying, Ã"with the crown of snow, there cometh a wisdom!Ã" That very hour the cruel law was abolished, and custom drifted into a far as past that only legends remains buod daw