One day during my holiday in Thailand, I was 1a mountain near a river when I heard a(an) 2 crying as if it was quite 3. Turning around and looking down, I immediately recognized that something was 4, and ran down to the edge of the near bank. There I saw Ma Shwe with her three-month-old calf (幼患) 5 in the fast-rising water, and it was a life-and-death struggle. Her calf was floating and 6 with fear. Ma Shwe was getting as near to the far bank as she could, holding her whole body 7 the rushing water, and keeping the calf pressed against her huge body. Every now and then the rushing water would sweep the calf away.
There was a sudden 8 in the water and the calf was washed over the mother's body and was gone. Ma Shwe turned 9 to reach it and pressed the calf with her head and trunk (象鼻) against the rocky bank. Then with a huge effort, she 10 the calf in her trunk and tried until she was able to 11 it on a narrow shelf of rock.
Just at this moment she 12 back into the river. If she were 13, it would be certain death. I knew, as well as she did, that there was one 14 where she could get up the bank, but it was on the other side from where she had put her calf.
While I was 15 what I could do next, I heard the sound of a mother's 16. Ma Shwe had 17 the river and got up the bank and was making her way back as fast as she 18, roaring (吼叫) all the time, 19 to her calf it was 20.
