Maya loved watching sunsets. Every evening, she walked to a small hill near her home. From there, she could see the whole sky. The colors always amazed her. Orange, pink, and purple mixed together beautifully. Maya worked at a busy office in the city. Her job was stressful and tiring. But the sunset gave her peace. She sat on an old wooden bench at the top of the hill. The bench had been there for many years. One Thursday evening, Maya arrived at the hill as usual. But someone was already sitting on the bench. It was an elderly man with white hair. He was looking at the sky with a smile on his face. 'Good evening,' Maya said politely. 'Good evening,' the man replied. 'Please, sit down. There is plenty of room.' Maya sat next to him. They watched the sunset together in silence. The sun slowly went down behind the mountains. 'I used to come here with my wife,' the man said quietly. 'We watched hundreds of sunsets from this bench.' Maya noticed sadness in his voice. 'She passed away two years ago,' he continued. 'I am sorry to hear that,' Maya said softly. The old man smiled gently. 'Do not be sad for me. I have beautiful memories.' 'Every sunset reminds me of our happy moments.' Maya thought about his words. She often worried about work and the future. But this man found joy in simple things. 'What is your name?' Maya asked. 'My name is Henry,' he said. 'I am Maya. It is nice to meet you.' Henry nodded kindly. 'Do you come here often?' he asked. 'Yes, almost every evening,' Maya replied. 'The sunset helps me relax after work.' Henry looked at her thoughtfully. 'That is wonderful. Many people forget to stop and look.' 'They rush through life without seeing its beauty.' The sky turned darker. The first stars began to appear. Henry stood up slowly. 'I should go home now,' he said. 'Thank you for the company, Maya.' 'Will I see you again?' Maya asked. 'Perhaps,' Henry smiled. 'The sunsets will always be here.' He walked down the hill slowly. Maya stayed on the bench a little longer. She thought about what Henry had said. Life was short and precious. Small moments could bring great happiness. From that day, Maya looked at sunsets differently. She noticed more colors and more details. She appreciated every beautiful evening. And sometimes, she saw Henry on the bench too. They became good friends who shared the sunsets.
English Story (A2)Watching the Sunset
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Maya finds peace by watching sunsets from a hill near her home. One evening, she meets an elderly man who shares his wisdom about appreciating simple moments in life.
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Comprehension Questions
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Where did Maya go every evening?
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What happened to Henry's wife?
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Why did Maya come to the hill every evening?
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