Seoul 5A vocabulary · Lesson 5 · Part 2

Eo-meo-ni-ui tta-tteut-han gyeok-ryeo-neun jwa-jeol-ha-go pho-gi-ha-ryeo-deon sun-gan-ma-da da-si il-eo-seol su it-neun beo-thim-mok-i doe-eot-da.

My mother's warm encouragement became the support that helped me get back up every time I felt frustrated and about to give up.

Eo-meo-ni-neun kkam-kkam-han eo-dum sok-e-seo-do tteok-ui kheu-gi-wa du-kke-reul han chi-ui o-cha eops-i go-reu-ge sseol-eo-nae-syeot-da.

Even in the complete darkness, my mother sliced the rice cakes evenly without any error in size and thickness.

Hol-eo-meo-ni-neun eo-rin seok-bong-eul hul-ryung-han seo-ye-ga-ro khi-u-gi wi-hae tteok jang-sa-reul ha-myeo phyeong-saeng on-gat go-saeng-eul da ha-syeot-da.

His single mother worked hard as a rice cake seller all her life to raise young Seokbong into a great calligrapher.

San-sok jeol-e-seo geul-ssi gong-bu-reul ha-deon seok-bong-eun bam-ma-da hol-ro gye-sin eo-meo-ni-reul hyang-han gan-jeol-han geu-ri-um-e nun-mul-eul heul-ryeot-da.

Seokbong, who was studying calligraphy at a temple in the mountains, shed tears every night because of his desperate longing for his mother, who was alone.

Deung-jan-bul-i kkeo-jin bang an-e-neun eo-meo-ni-wa a-deul-ui hui-mi-han geu-rim-ja-man-i eo-dum sok-e mut-hyeo it-seot-da.

In the room where the lamp was turned off, only the faint shadows of the mother and son were buried in the darkness.

O-raen-man-e dol-a-on a-deul-eul bo-go-do eo-meo-ni-neun ban-ga-un gi-saek ha-na eops-i eom-gyeok-han phyo-jeong-eul ji-eu-syeot-da.

Even after seeing her son return after a long time, his mother had a stern expression on her face, without any sign of welcome.

Bul-eul kkeu-ja bang an-eun son-ga-rak ha-na bun-gan-hal su eops-eul jeong-do-ro kkam-kkam-hae-jyeot-da.

When I turned off the light, the room became so dark that I couldn't even see my fingers.

Eo-rin si-jeol deung-jan-bul a-rae-seo bam-sae tteok-eul sseol-myeo geul-ssi-reul bwa-ju-si-deon eo-meo-ni-ui mo-seup-i a-jik-do nun-e seon-ha-da.

When I was young, I can still vividly see my mother cutting rice cakes and reading my handwriting under the lamplight all night long.

Eo-meo-ni-neun geul-ssi-ga bi-ttul-eo-jin geos-eul bo-go seok-bong-e-ge dang-jang san-eu-ro dol-a-ga su-yang-eul deo ssa-eu-ra-go kku-jit-eu-syeot-da.

When his mother saw that the handwriting was crooked, she scolded Seokbong and told him to immediately return to the mountain and cultivate more discipline.

Eo-dum sok-e-seo-do han hoek han hoek wan-byeok-han geul-ssi-reul sseo-naen seok-bong-ui seo-ye sil-ryeok-eun sil-ro dae-dan-haet-da.

Seokbong's calligraphy skills were truly remarkable, as he wrote perfect handwriting, stroke by stroke, even in the dark.

Jin-jeong-han seu-seung-i-ja bu-mo-neun ja-sik-ui an-il-ham-eul dan-ho-hi gyeong-gye-hae-ya han-da-neun saeng-gak-e gip-i dong-gam-han-da.

I deeply agree with the idea that true teachers and parents must firmly guard against their children's complacency.

Ga-nan-han cho-ga-jip bang an-eul eun-eun-ha-ge balg-hi-deon deung-jan-bul-eul ip-gim-eu-ro hu bul-eo kkeot-da.

With his breath, he blew out the lamp that had been softly lighting up the room of the poor thatched house.

Maeng-ja-ui eo-meo-ni-ga ja-sik-ui gyo-yuk-eul wi-hae se beon-i-na i-sa-reul haet-da-neun maeng-mo-sam-cheon-ji-gyo-neun yu-myeong-han il-hwa-i-da.

There is a famous anecdote about Mencius's mother moving three times for her children's education.

Eo-meo-ni-ui eom-gyeok-han ga-reu-chim deok-bun-e han-seok-bong-eun hut-nal jo-seon choe-go-ui myeong-phil-ro i-reum-eul tteol-chyeot-da.

Thanks to his mother's strict teachings, Han Seok-bong later became renowned as the best calligrapher of Joseon.

Eo-meo-ni-neun mal-ro-man ga-reu-chi-neun dae-sin seu-seu-ro bul-eul kkeu-go tteok-eul sseol-myeo sol-seon-su-beom-ui mo-beom-eul bo-i-syeot-da.

Instead of just teaching through words, my mother set an example by putting out the fire and cutting the rice cake herself.

San-e-seo nae-ryeo-on a-deul-i ban-ga-un ma-eum-e bang-mun-eul beol-kheok yeol-go deul-eo-seot-da.

My son, who had come down from the mountain, opened the door and entered with joy.

Bul-eul kheo-go hwak-in-hae bo-ni seok-bong-ui geul-ssi-neun jul-i mat-ji anh-go bi-ttul-bi-ttul-ha-ge heu-theu-reo-jyeo it-seot-da.

When I turned on the light and checked, Seokbong's handwriting was not lined up and was crooked.

Chang-ho-ji mun-theum-eu-ro sae-byeok-dal bit-i eun-eun-ha-ge bi-chyeo deul-eo-wat-da.

The light of the early morning moon came in softly through the cracks in the window paper.

Eo-meo-ni-neun a-deul-i a-jik hak-eop-eul wan-seong-ha-ji mot-haet-eum-e-do ja-man-e ppa-jin thae-do-reul eom-ha-ge bi-phan-ha-syeot-da.

The mother severely criticized her son's conceited attitude even though he had not yet completed his studies.

Eo-meo-ni-neun o-raen se-wol tteok-eul sseol-eo-on som-ssi-ga it-seo-seo eo-dum sok-e-seo-do gulk-gi-ga gyun-il-haet-da.

My mother had a knack for slicing rice cakes over many years, so the thickness was even in the dark.

Eo-ryeo-un hwan-gyeong-e-seo-do bae-um-eul pho-gi-ha-ji anh-go sil-ryeok-eul gal-go-dak-eu-myeon gyeol-kho sil-eop-ja-ro nam-ji anh-neun-da.

Even in difficult circumstances, if you do not give up learning and sharpen your skills, you will never remain unemployed.

Eo-meo-ni-neun do-ma wi-e ga-rae-tteok-eul ol-ryeo-noh-go il-jeong-han du-kke-ro sseuk-sseuk sseol-gi si-jak-ha-syeot-da.

My mother placed the rice cake on the cutting board and began to slice it into even thicknesses.

Eo-meo-ni-neun ja-sik-e dae-han ji-geuk-han sa-rang-eul eom-gyeok-han hun-yuk-gwa jeol-je-ro seung-hwa-si-khi-syeot-da.

The mother sublimated her extreme love for her children into strict discipline and self-control.

Ja-sik-i hok-yeo heom-han se-sang-e-seo jung-do-e pho-gi-hal-kka yeom-ryeo-ha-neun ma-eum-e deo-uk mo-jil-ge dae-ha-syeot-da.

He treated his child even more harshly because he was worried that his child might give up halfway in this harsh world.

Jeong-hae-jin su-ryeon gi-gan-i a-jik han-cham nam-at-neun-de a-deul-i wen-il-in-ji jip-eu-ro bul-ssuk dol-a-wat-da.

There was still a long time left in the designated training period, but for some reason, my son suddenly returned home.

Gi-bon-gi-ga wan-byeok-ha-ji anh-eu-myeon kheun tteut-eul i-rul su eops-da-neun eo-meo-ni-ui mal-sseum-eun mae-u il-li-ga it-seot-da.

My mother's words that you can't achieve great things if your basic skills aren't perfect were very valid.

Han-seok-bong-gwa geu-ui eo-meo-ni-ga eo-dum sok-e-seo geul-ssi-wa tteok-eul gyeo-run il-hwa-neun o-neul-nal-kka-ji neol-ri jeon-hae-jin-da.

The anecdote of Han Seok-bong and his mother competing with writing and rice cake in the dark is still widely known to this day.

Seok-bong-eun eo-meo-ni-ui chu-sang-gat-eun kku-ji-ram-eul deut-go a-mu byeon-myeong-do ha-ji anh-go jam-ja-kho go-gae-reul suk-yeot-da.

Seokbong listened to his mother's abstract scolding and quietly lowered his head without making any excuses.

Hol-eo-meo-ni-neun jang-theo-e-seo bi-ga o-na nun-i o-na tteok jang-sa-reul ha-myeo a-deul-ui hak-bi-reul ma-ryeon-ha-syeot-da.

The single mother paid for her son's school fees by selling rice cakes in the market, rain or shine.

Seok-bong-eun eo-ril jeok-bu-theo but-eul jwi-gi-man ha-myeon him-chan geul-ssi-reul sseo-nae-myeo jae-ju-ga ttwui-eo-nat-da.

Since he was young, Seokbong was talented, writing powerful letters just by holding a brush.

Ja-sin-ui sil-ryeok-eul ji-na-chi-ge gwa-sin-ha-da-ga-neun jeong-jak jung-yo-han si-heom-e-seo kheun sil-su-reul beom-ha-gi swip-da.

If you are overly confident in your abilities, it is easy to make a big mistake on an important test.

Cheon-jae-jeok-in jae-neung-i-ra hal-ji-ra-do kkeun-im-eops-neun gak-go-ui no-ryeok-i dwit-bat-chim-doe-ji anh-eu-myeon bit-eul ilh-neun-da.

Even a genius talent loses its shine if it is not supported by continuous hard work.

Cheo-eum-e-neun phyeong-beom-han som-ssi-yeot-eu-na phi-na-neun yeon-seup kkeut-e dok-bo-jeok-in dae-ga-ro geo-deup-nat-da.

At first, his skills were ordinary, but after much practice, he was reborn as an unrivaled master.

San-eu-ro dol-a-gan seok-bong-eun bam-nat-eu-ro but-geul-ssi yeon-seup-e phuk ppa-jyeo hak-eop-e mae-jin-haet-da.

After returning to the mountain, Seokbong devoted himself to his studies by practicing calligraphy day and night.

Ga-nan sok-e-seo-do eo-meo-ni-neun a-deul-ui chaek-gap-gwa hak-bi-reul dae-gi wi-hae ja-sin-ui kki-ni-reul a-kki-syeot-da.

Even in poverty, his mother saved her own meals to pay for her son's books and tuition.

Ja-sik-ui an-il-han ja-man-eul dan-ho-ha-ge kku-jit-eo ba-ro-jab-eun eo-meo-ni-ui hyeon-myeong-han gyeol-dan-i kheun in-mul-eul man-deul-eot-da.

The mother's wise decision to firmly rebuke and correct her child's complacency made him a great person.

Eo-meo-ni-ui hui-saeng-gwa ga-reu-chim-e him-ip-eo geu-neun hu-dae-e gil-i bit-na-neun hul-ryung-han ye-sul-ga-ga doe-eot-da.

Thanks to his mother's sacrifice and teachings, he became a great artist who would shine for generations to come.

Eo-seu-reum-han sae-byeok-bit sok-e eo-meo-ni-ga deung-jan-bul-eul kheo-neun hui-mi-han sil-ru-et-i bi-chyot-da.

In the dim dawn light, the faint silhouette of my mother lighting a lamp appeared.