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A light drizzle was falling as my sister Jill and I ran out of the Methodist Church, eager to get home and play with the presents that Santa had left for us and our baby sister, Sharon. Across the str
My grandfather died when I was a small boy, and my grandmother started staying with us for about six months every year. She lived in a room that doubled as my father's office, which we referred to as
My father was a self-taught mandolin player. He was one of the best string instrument players in our town. He could not read music, but if he heard a tune a few times, he could play it. When he was yo
【英文原文】 The Devoted Friend One morning the old Water-rat put his head out of his hole. He had bright beady eyes and stiff grey whiskers and his tail was like a long bit of black india-rubber. The little ducks were swimming about in the pon
'Good morning, little Hans,' said the Miller. 'Good morning,' said Hans, leaning on his spade, and smiling from ear to ear. 'And how have you been all the winter?' said the Miller. 'Well, really,' cried Hans, 'it is very good of you to ask, very good
【英文原文】 'Well, the fact is,' said Hans, 'that I was obliged to. You see the winter was a very bad time for me, and I really had no money at all to buy bread with. So I first sold the silver buttons off my Sunday coat, and then I sold my si
【英文原文】 It was a very hot day, and the road was terribly dusty, and before Hans had reached the sixth milestone he was so tired that he had to sit down and rest. However, he went on bravely, and as last he reached the market. After he had
I'll tell you how the Sun rose - A Ribbon at a time - The Steeples swam in Amethyst - The news, like Squirrels, ran - The Hills untied their Bonnets - The Bobolinks - begun - Then I said softly to myself - That must have been the Sun! But how he set
Nobody knows this little Rose - It might a pilgrim be Did I not take it from the ways And lift it up to thee. Only a Bee will miss it - Only a Butterfly, Hastening from far journey - On its breast to lie - Only a Bird will wonder - Only a Breeze will
A sepal, petal, and a thorn Upon a common summer's morn - A flask of Dew - A Bee or two - A Breeze - a caper in the trees - And I'm a Rose! A few lines and there is an idyllic summer image. She herself becomes the rose. In her is the sepal protecting
As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away - Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy - A Quietness distilled As Twilight long begun, Or Nature spending with herself Sequestered Afternoon - The Dusk drew earlier in - The Morning foreign s
THE NIGHTINGALE AND THE ROSE She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses, cried the young student, but in all my garden there is no red rose. From her nest in the home oak tree the nightingale heard him, and she looked out throug
【英文原文】 The young student was still lying on the grass, where she had left him, and the tears were not yet dry in his beautiful eyes. Be happy, cried the nightingale, be happy; you shall have your red rose. I will build it out of music by
丑石 An Ugly Stone 贾平凹 By Jia Pingwa 我常常遗憾我家门前的那块丑石呢:它黑黝黝地卧在那里,牛似的模样;谁也不知道是什么时候留在这里的.谁也不去理会它。只是麦收时节,门前摊了麦子,
黄龙奇观 A View of Huanglong 在四川西部,有一美妙的去处。它背倚峨山宇峰雪宝顶,树木苍翠,花香袭人,鸟声婉转,流水潺潺。这就是松潘县的黄龙。 One of Sichuan's finest scenic spots is Huanglong (
A Faraway Friend is someone you grew up with or went to school with or lived in the same town as until one of you moved away. Without a Faraway Friend, you would never get any mail addressed in handwriting. A Faraway Friend calls late at night, invit
Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life, the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind. These passions like great winds, have blown me hither and thither, in a wayward
of marriage single life 论结婚与独身 he that hath wife and children, hath given hostages to fortune; for they are impediment to great enterprises, either of virtue, or mischief. certainly, the best works, and of greatest merit for the public, h
Dear Dad, Today I was at the shopping mall and I spent a lot of time reading the Fathers Day cards. They all had a special message that in some way or another reflected how I feel about you. Yet as I selected and read, and selected and read again,
前些日子,林语堂先生似乎曾说过女子的唯一事业,是在结婚。现在一位法国大文豪来沪,对去访问他的新闻记者的谈话之中,又似乎说,男子欲成事业,应该不要结婚。 The other day, Mr. Lin Y