USE OF MODERN TECHNOLOGIES IN TEACHING AND LEARNING FOREIGN LANGUAGES
Annotation: Nowadays, foreign languages are given a lot of attention while learning foreign languages is becoming easier with modern information technologies. The role of modern information in language learning and teaching is incomparable.
Key words: Foreign language, games, innovative technologies, technological tools.
INTRODUCTION
Teaching and learning foreign languages using modern technologies is on of the most effective ways. Including:
-a student using a computer can watch and listen to a movie, cartoon or video in a foreign language;
-he can listen and watch radio broadcasts and television programs in foreign languages.
RESULT AND DISCUSSION
The task of the teacher is to create conditions for practical mastery of the language for each student, to choose such teaching methods that allow each student to show his activity and creativity, modern pedagogical technologies such as Internet resources help in the implementation of a person-oriented approach in the educational process, provide individualization and differentiation of teaching, taking into account the abilities of children ,their level of learning, practice pronunciation, teach dialogue and monologic speech, develop grammatical events.
The possibility of using Internet resources is very large. The global Internet creates conditions for students and teachers located anywhere in the world to get any information they need. For example, regional geographical materials, new in the life of young people, articles from newspapers and magazines, etc. It is possible to solve didactic problems: formation of schoolchildren; filling studentsʼ vocabulary; formation of studentsʼ motivation for language learning.
Further increase and stimulation of their interest in language learning.
The demand for learning a foreign language is increasing day by day. Foreign language science is divided into four aspects (reading, writing, listening and speaking) and special concepts and skills are given. refers to increasing the effectiveness of the quality of education through access. In particular, there are several advantages of using such information and communication technologies in learning a foreign language. The role of modern technology in language learning and teaching is incomparable. The use of technological tools affects every aspect of foreign language learning (reading, writing, listening, For example, for listening comprehension, this process cannot be carried out without a computer player and CD discs. Listening comprehension is one of the most important parts of language learning. In this, the student simultaneously learns the speaker's pronunciation, adherence to grammatical rules, vocabulary and it is required to pay attention to its meanings.
CONCLUSION
As the educational system sets itself the task of educating a free-thinking, well-rounded, mature person, in the future, we future teachers should develop ways to effectively use innovative technologies.
REFERENCES
1.Harmer J.Practice of English Language Teaching -London ,2001.
2.Johnson ,K.E .The Sociocultural Turn and Its Challenges for Second Language Teacher Education.//TESOL Quarterly ,-London, 2001
3.Young scientist,-2017
4.https ://moluch.ru/archive/
Category Archives: CHAOS
Poetry from Mantri Pragada Markandeyulu
CAN YOU DANCE WITH ME
(Male Chorus)
O Tara Tara
Hai Hai Tara
(Female Singer)
Yeah, Guys,
What’s That, What’s That
Look, Look, Am Here
Don’t Drink, Don’t Drink
You Noughties
Come on, Come on
Step with me
(Male Chorus)
O Tara Tara
Hai Hai Tara
(Female Singer)
Time is Costly
You’re Here, You’re Here
O Boys, O Boys
My Dance is For You
My Steps Make you Dance
Never Feel Shy
This Day is For You
Come on, Come on
Step with me
(Male Chorus)
O Tara Tara
Hai Hai Tara
(Female Singer)
This Band is Yours’
My Song is Yours’
My Dance is Yours’
O My Darling Boys
Come on, Come on
Step with me
(Male Chorus)
O Tara Tara
Hai Hai Tara
(Female Singer)
Yeah, Boys, Drink and Drink
It’s Golden Time
Don’t Waste Beyond
Don’t Be High
You’ll Be Asleep
You Dine and Dance
For My Sake
Come on, Come on
Step with me
(Male Chorus)
O Tara Tara
Hai Hai Tara
You Dance and Dance
We Will Dance
You Sing and Sing
We Will Sing
O Tara Tara
Hai Hai Tara
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Beauty Like Marilyn Monroe
(This song is dedicated to all the girls)
Hi Smarty–Yes Naughty
Hi Beauty–Dear Smiley
(Chorus)
You’re
Tall and Beautiful
Highly Glamorous
Hale and Healthy
Charming Face
Sparkling Eyes
Beautiful Parrot Nose
Stunning Beauty
Mind Blowing Structure
Hi Smarty – Yes Naughty
Hi Beauty – Dear Smiley
(Chorus)
Diamond Studded Ring
Smart Speaking Mouth
A Stylish Lipstick On
Shining Longs Arms
Simple Laughter
Height like Himalayas
Walking Like Angels Style
You’re A Gift of the God
Hi Smarty – Yes Naughty
Hi Beauty – Dear Smiley
(Chorus)
Entry into Hall
Everybody Fell Silent
Each Gaze at Radiant Vision
It’s Glowing complexion
Best Twinkling Eyes
Long Lashes
Full Smiling Mouth
A Lovely Hair
It’s Like Angel Crazy
Warm smiles and welcoming
Hi Smarty – Yes Naughty
Hi Beauty – Dear Smiley
(Chorus)
Intellectually satisfying ones
No doubt, from the Rolls of Angels
Forget everything, when people look at
All Admire your Beauty
Hi Smarty – Yes Naughty
Hi Beauty – Dear Smiley
(Chorus)
You’re a Gift to the Earth
Beauty, a Nature-Lord Joint Venture
Wonders nothing before Beauty
The Beauty is Eighth Wonder
Marilyn Monroe we heard so
A replica like Monroe
A Gift from the Universe
What a Beauty
What a Style
People faint for your Beauty
The Life is nothing
Admiring Beauty is no wrong
Hi Smarty – Yes Naughty
Hi Beauty – Dear Smiley
(Chorus)
Oh Nature, I need beauty life
Lord, give me charming life
God, give me charming life
Oh Universe, give me happiness
Hi Smarty – Yes Naughty
Hi Beauty – Dear Smiley
(Chorus)
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KISS ME NOT EARLY
Kiss Kiss Kiss
You will miss miss miss
(Male Chorus)
What Yaar
No No No to Kiss
We Miss Miss Miss
No No No to Kiss
(Female Chorus)
No No, Kiss Me Not
What is this, No, No, now
Time and place, no favor to this
Love like kiss, is not the day ǁ
I can’t tell, the kiss is banned
I can’t agree to kiss like love
Days are ahead for things to favor
Be as a Hope as love live long ǁ
You’re there to like my love
I can’t deny the same to you
You’re to understand well
Love like days, will bless us soon ǁ
Kiss Kiss Kiss
You will miss miss miss
(Male Chorus)
What Yaar
No No No to Kiss
We Miss Miss Miss
No No No to Kiss
(Female Chorus)
The adventures of love, yet to start
Beauty like kiss, will lead us life
Day is near for inventions of love
Day is near to lead the life soon ǁ
The Nature hails the love like kiss
Time says no, to kiss me not early
People sure to recognize us well
No, no and no, Kiss me not early ǁ
No doubt, our love is sky level high
Stars look at our love
Clouds are blessing us like a shower
Air is blowing like us to become one ǁ
Kiss Kiss Kiss
You will miss miss miss
(Male Chorus)
What Yaar
No No No to Kiss
We Miss Miss Miss
No No No to Kiss
(Female Chorus)
Flowers move us to feel happy
Flowers understand on love like matters
Flowers adore the beauty of love couple
Flowers are the part of love and kiss game ǁ
Kiss Me Not Early
Love Me Not Early
Dangers are seen in love kiss matters
Things go wrong, if not handled well
Go global but love can’t go global
Kiss and love is Natures Gift
Nature blesses us for love
Whole world bows for Natures love
No, no, Kiss Me Not
I can’t tell the kiss is banned
You’re there too like my love
The adventures of love is yet to start
The Nature hails the love like kiss
No doubt, our love is sky level high
Flowers make us feel happy
I go global but love can’t go global ǁ
Kiss Kiss Kiss
You will miss miss miss
(Male Chorus)
What Yaar
No No No to Kiss
We Miss Miss Miss
No No No to Kiss
(Female Chorus)
Mr. Mantri Pragada Markandeyulu, Litt.D., is a retired Public Sector Enterprise Officer from Hyderabad (India).
He’s seeking a publisher for his works and also someone who may wish to put the song lyrics to music!
He is the Deputy-Editor-In-Chief of www.petruska-nastamba.com (Serbia/Belgrade) eMagazine.
He is the Editorial Committee Member of THE PANACHE, eMagazine from Bhopal, Madhya Pradesh, India (https://www.aadhyapublication.in)
He has worked in few News Papers (English) in Editorial Department.
He is also the Trainer in Motivational Management Programs.
He has published 75+ books with ISBN (Stories, Novels, Poems, Articles, Short Stories, Quotes etc) English/Telugu.
His stories are useful for making Movies, TV series, Web Series.
He has written 750+ Poems in English and 130 Poems in Telugu language.
To Google his name for little more information.
He received the following honors and awards both national and international:
· International Achiever Award in Authorship from IPRH, Philippines and Bangladesh.
· Birland Government honored me with a One Pound Postage Stamp as an official Poet.
· Global Honorary Advisor, Federation of World Cultural and Arts Society (FOWCASS), Singapore.
· CIVIC EXCELLENCE AWARD 2022 FROM UHE, PERU
· Rabindranath Tagore Literary Honor 2022
(Government of Seychelles, Motivational Strips and SIPAY Journal)
· CESAR VALLEJO AWARD 2021, 2022 and 2023 (3 Years) UHE, Peru for Literary Excellence WORLD WRITERS’ UNION Peru
· Gujarat Sahitya Academy and Motivational Strips LITERARY EXCELLENCE Honor
· Honored with “Royal Kutai Mulawarman Peace International Institute, Philippines”
· Royal Success International Book of Records 2019 Honor, Hyderabad-
· The Silver Shield Award from UHE, Peru for my Literary Excellence 2021.
· 2021 GOLDEN EAGLE WORLD AWARD FOR LITERARY EXCELLENCE, Peru.
· The Scholar, Institute of Scholars Research Excellence Award-2020, Bangalore (India)
· Hon. Doctorate in Literature from ITMUT, Brazil. (2019)
· State of Birland at Bir Tawil Recognized Poet
His Facebook Groups:
https://www.facebook.com/groups/620006038438396 (Poetic Charminar)
https://www.facebook.com/groups/2429746577114118 (బంగారం లాంటి కథలు)
Books:
(1) AGENT VISNU 999 (Story and Screenplay) (2) THE BANK THIEF (3) THE TRUE HERO (4) RICH MIND (5) TUNE, SING AND DANCE POEMS (6) SOUND OF SONG (7) SUCCESS KNOW-HOW (8) LADY POLICE (9) THE CRAZY BEGGARS (10) ENTANGLEMENTS (24 STORIES) (11) POETRY LYRICS (WORLD POPULAR) (12) SPECIAL QUOTATIONS (80 Photos) (13) ANIMAL STORIES KIDS (14) THE DEAD AND GHOSTS (15) CLASS 1-8 COMPUTER LEARNING, (16) ONE STANZA POEM (17) MARK’S POEMS (18) WINGS OF LOVE (19) MY DARLING (20) 1000 PROVERS (21) NATURE & FORESTS (22) SOCIAL IMPOTENCE (23) NGO WORLD (24) SUCCESS KNOW-HOW (25) VISHAL AND THE EVIL KING (26) MANTRI’S MICRO POEMS (PART 1, 2 AND 3) (27)ONE STANZA POEMS (COLOR)
(28) రావే రావే బాల (29) మోహిని (30) బావంటే బావ (31) బ్లేమర్
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Short story from Ellie Ness
Forbidden Door It was a large house he brought me to – all marble floors with punkahs on ceilings to cool feet and heads. There was a vineyard between this house and the one next door where my brother-in-law lived and towards the side of the house swinging hammocks had been set up for the extended family to enjoy the cooler evenings when the searing heat abated. We had been given the upstairs rooms of the big house which had been readied in preparation for a western girl coming to live with an Arabic family. There was a modern bathroom with a flushing toilet which I didn’t initially understand was a real luxury in Sharaban, Diyala. In the corridor between the staircase and the upper floor rooms, pickle jars and fruit preserves at various stages of production lay stacked on the floor. Yom, or the “Duck” as the family called her, ran a busy and productive household. The flat roofed verandah could be used for sleeping under the stars when she was too hot or wanted to remember her youth. Amina – her real name – Om Yas, Yom, Duck – she answered to them all. Illiterate, she had married her cousin when they were both very early teenagers which is why, I suppose, they looked a bit similar. She had a black ink tattoo on her face which seemed to be some sort of tribal marking and was bilingual. Turkish was her first language but when Iraq has been created the population from the north had been forced to learn Arabic. She knew a lot about a lot of things and it’s no surprise that all seven of her children went on to be engineers, teachers, a farmer and a vet. Not being allowed to go to school didn’t dim her intelligence. When I first appeared at her door she performed some sort of spell with fiery smoke and water before letting me in the house. She might have known about the world and breeding champion horses and a woman’s lot in society, but a lack of education had meant she retained the superstitions of her village, despite living in a town. Only five of us lived in the house but mealtimes usually catered for between ten to twenty as the other sons would “drop by”, with their families as nobody could cook like the Duck, or so they said. Amina waddled wrapped in her black scarf which covered her hair and shoulders like a mini abaya, sitting down cross-legged on a cushion directing daughters and daughters-in-law to attend to the men and children, lest they should starve. She could get up again with great difficulty doing that downward dog style of pushing herself back into an upright position. The children laughed and played on the periphery of the meal and if they became too audacious one son or another would stand to pick up the boys – always the boys – by their wrists and heels airplane-like for a spin or grab them to throw them upwards towards the ceiling. No child was ever hurt while I was there but it must have come close a few times. The bulk of the house was downstairs. A huge kitchen with multiple stoves and freezers was mostly where I was expected to reside. The Duck tried to teach me how to make various favourites in gigantic quantities. The kitchen led to what in the west would have been called the family lounge. And lounging was definitely what happened here, just not on chairs. Harking back to Bedouin days, cushions littered the ground and people grabbed however many they wanted in order to be comfortable on the smooth, white marble while the overhead punkahs whirred, wafting a gentle breeze around our overly hot bodies. The women, of course, fetched and carried dish after dish, drink after drink from the kitchen to the table cloth laid out without ceremony on the floor. Everyone tore off giant flatbread pieces to make edible spoons, scooping up vegetables and meats to eat their fill. There was a part of the house downstairs that was off limits to me, well I was allowed to clean it when the men were out – lucky me – but it housed a western style toilet and a very formal lounge and dining room. There was a huge marble table with upholstered chairs set off with ornate golden woodwork. There was a collection of plush red velvet and gold throne type chairs to the side of this where presumably, people more important than women and children were brought to. If anyone arrived at the house they would enter by the main door, forbidden to me, and taken to this huge room. If anyone was visiting, the men who normally lounged around being catered to, suddenly became the servers – running through from kitchen to table with gigantic silver platters brimming with delicious food. I presume that business was conducted there, possibly even bribery and corruption because carrier bags of money would be brought through from a backroom to the dining room and nothing would be brought back in exchange. I was reminded of this when reading about UK royals, being given carrier bags of money, to be used for pet projects. Men from the Middle East still seem to do this. Amina must have died by now, as she wasn’t fully fit over thirty years ago when I lived in her house. She was one of the women who publicly gave away all her gold to help the Iraqi war effort. I often wonder, if her end was as peaceful as it deserved to be.
Poetry from Don Bormon
The Wind Wind is a part of earth. It is so important for us. It flows over the world. It's a great gift from the god. When it flows over the field It blows my mind. When it blows over the paddy field And the plants blow in the wind It gives a great pleasure in my mind. When it blows over the field, The farmers start singing in his own mind. When the kites fly in the wind. It makes happy my mind. When the birds fly in the wind I want to fly like them. When the clouds fly in the wind. It makes happy my mind. When it blows over the field I want to blow like it. And want to explore the world. Don Bormon is a student of grade 8 in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.
Poetry from Shakhriyo Kurbanova
I WILL SING YOU MY HOMELAND!
You are my Uzbekistan,
I adore you beyond a reasonable doubt,
To cherish the nation is from confidence.
You’re dearer than the world,
I will sing you myself, Homeland!
Ancient Registan, which makes my heart tremble,
Let there be tears in my eyes, blood in my heart.
It’s affirm, my dream is to say you’re my dream
I will sing you myself, Homeland!
How numerous awesome individuals have passed absent,
All the sultans looked at you.
There were hard times at that point
I will sing you myself, Homeland!
A stone too blossoms in your soil,
Your children will utilize you.
All the most excellent wishes,
I will sing you myself, Homeland!
When I keep in mind your story, I feel torment.
I will sing verses for your honor.
I do my obligation as a child,
I will sing you myself, Country!
My soul is committed to you,
My blood streams since of you.
My vindicate on your adversaries,
I will sing you myself, Homeland!
Your bequest has spread to the world nowadays,
Picking stars for you.
I write long lines,
I will sing you myself, Country!
Spring when I miss you
Snow dissolves when blooms develop.
You’re the pioneer of the extraordinary,
I will sing you myself, Homeland!
You’re the source of our quality,
You’re my put of joy.
Take the soul of my creation,
I will sing you myself, Homeland!
You endured from the long past,
You survived spring and winter.
My heart can’t get sufficient of adoring you
I will sing you myself, Homeland!
The melodies sing your melody,
Herbs are a remedy for torment.
Your waters sparkle like a reflect,
I will sing you myself, Homeland!
You stand forever, always in jail,
May you never endure in your life.
We stand by your side,
I will sing you myself, Homeland!
Indeed in the event that my heart beats, it beats for you
My body is standing since of you
My write builds castles from verse
I will sing you, Country!
You’re a star, you are a star, you’re a star, you are a moon,
You’re the wealthiest in excellence.
You’re a wonderful put in all the soil,
I will sing you myself, Motherland!
Poetry from Noah Berlatsky
The Descent Li-Young Lee says every poem is a descendant of God unless it’s not good enough. Then it’s just this flat fart on the face of flatness. God’s got better things to do, like bowling. He never loses at bowling, a perfect strike, and heart attack, long covid culling the bad pins that are bad from the holy ones crowned in lane grease. The rest shuffle out into the alley behind the alley which is hell or close enough. They play bad smooth jazz and clap on the beat like a stick figure as the angel of angels turns away in embarrassment. Poems like couch lint hacked up by couch cats excess, unnecessary and pungent litter the face of the abyss drained of sacredness. They are not even true but they exist, defiant in their inconsequence like Nerf twinkies or Nerf rat turds or rat turds made of twinkies or twinkies made of rat turds. They transcend transcendence like Job made of twinkies crying out to heaven on his ash heap of corn syrup. Eventually he descends.
Poetry from Sa’ada Isa Yahaya
Anatomy of a body I am a devotee to grief. And I fear, nothing weighs more than my country's shadow. I section my body into two parts. Loss; I hold this home the way loss holds an orphaned child. Beneath my neck, I have concealed all the places I have ever found comfort. Darkness; No one understands what I carry except me. Who holds a shattered thing and find beauty? Forgive me, if this poem refuses to sit well in your throat but since inception, nothing in my country has ever sat well with me. Still, I try to unrobe myself. Beyond this picture, I try to grow wings. I try to fold myself in between happiness. Because Maa once said " Light needs darkness to shine".