@geekdivestudio: Hello everyone! Today we're going to learn the sound of the letter T. The letter T makes the /t/ sound, which is produced by pressing the tip of your tongue against the upper gum ridge and then releasing it. Practice with me and learn some words that start with T, like turtle, tent, teacher,and tiger. What other words do you know that start with the letter T? Share them in the comments below! If you have any questions or want to learn more about English pronunciation, let us know in the comments as well. Don't forget to like, share, and subscribe to our channel for more fun English learning videos! 大家好!今天我们要学习字母T的发音。字母T发/t/的音,这个音是通过舌尖抵住上齿龈然后放开发出的。跟我一起练习发音,并学习一些以T开头的单词,比如turtle, tent, teacher, 和tiger。你还知道哪些以字母T开头的单词呢?在评论区分享吧!如果你有任何问题或想了解更多关于英语发音的内容,也可以在评论区告诉我们。别忘了点赞、分享和订阅我们的频道,获取更多有趣的英语学习视频! #LearnEnglish #EnglishPronunciation #Alphabet #LetterT #ESL #Phonics #KidsLearning #Education #LanguageLearning #PronunciationGuide #学英语 #英语入门 #字母学习 #字母T #英语音标 #英语教学 #语言学习 #英语学习 #发音指南

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