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2019年12月08日 22:14:34来源:新华大夫

Love is the most important thing in the world. We all need to love and be loved. Love is the glue that makes us one big happy family. It is perhaps the most powerful emotion we feel. It is certainly the one that makes us happiest. Falling in love has to be the greatest feeling ever. It is also the one that makes us saddest. When we lose someone we love it can take forever to get over. Sometimes we never get over it. You can fall in love in an instant. We use the expression “fall in love at first sight” for this. We can also be “head over heels in love,” which is a strange expression. We don’t just love each other. We can love cars, chocolate, holidays, singing in the rain… anything. And, of course, you can also love studying English. Article/201105/137890。

  • Many years ago I that credit cards were the thing of the future. Credit card companies were telling us that plastic would replace cash. Well, this hasn’t happened. People are still using notes and coins. The Internet has increased the use of credit cards, but many people worry about putting their card details online. Lots of personal info gets stolen by fake sites pretending to be famous banks or online stores. Personally, I love credit cards. I always prefer to pay by card than by cash. When you use your card, you get air miles and every six months you can cash them in for presents. I do worry about credit card security. I keep waiting to see a huge purchase on my statement that I didn’t make. Article/201104/131452。
  • Poetry is a very beautiful thing. I love ing it. It’s very clever. It’s like ing a painting. The poet paints beautiful scenes and images with just a few words. I think it’s amazing how the poet can change our feelings so simply, and can make us think with so few words. I like poems about nature and love best. When I a poem about the countryside or the sea, I can actually see what the poet saw. When a poem is about love or other feelings, it makes me think more. I think people need to study and poetry more. In some cultures, poetry is more popular than songs. I know that in many Arab countries, poets are superstars. One form of poetry that seems to be crossing cultures is Japanese haiku. Article/201106/142686。
  • CHAPTER XVIStill knitting MADAME DEFARGE and monsieur her husband returned amicably to the bosom of Saint Antoine, while a speck in a blue cap toiled through the darkness, and through the dust, and down the weary miles of avenue by the wayside, slowly tending towards that point of the compass where the chateau of Monsieur the Marquis, now in his grave, listened to the whispering trees. Such ample leisure had the stone faces, now, for listening to the trees and to the fountain, that the few village scarecrows who, in their quest for herbs to eat and fragments of dead stick to burn, strayed within sight of the great stone courtyard and terrace staircase, had it borne in upon their starved fancy that the expression of the faces was altered. A rumour just lived in the village--had a faint and bare existence there, as its people had that when the knife struck home, the faces changed, from faces of pride to faces of anger and pain also, that when that dangling figure was hauled up forty fee above the fountain, they changed again, and bore a cruel look of being avenged, which they would henceforth bear for ever. In the stone face over the great window of the bed-chamber where the murder was done, two fine dints were pointed out in the sculptured nose, which everybody recognised, and which nobody had seen of old; and on the scarce occasions when two or three ragged peasants emerged from the crowd to take a hurried peep at Monsieur the Marquis petrified, a skinny finger would not have pointed to it for a minute, before they all started away among the moss and leaves, like the more fortunate hares who could find a living there. Chacirc;teau and hut, stone face and dangling figure, the red stain on the stone floor, and the pure water in the village well--thousands of acres of land--a whole province of France--all France itself--lay under the night sky, concentrated into a faint hairbth line. So does a whole world, with all its greatnesses and littlenesses, lie in a twinkling star. And as mere human knowledge can split a ray of light and analyse the manner of its composition, so, sublimer intelligences may in the feeble shining of this earth of ours, every thought and act, every vice and virtue, of every responsible creature on it. The Defarges, husband and wife, came lumbering under the starlight, in their public vehicle, to that gate of Paris whereunto their journey naturally tended. There was the usual stoppage at the barrier guardhouse, and the usual lanterns came glancing forth for the usual examination and inquiry. Monsieur Defarge alighted; knowing one or two of the soldiery there, and one of the police. The latter he was intimate with, and affectionately embraced. When Saint Antoine had again enfolded the Defarges in his dusky wings, and they, having finally alighted near the Saint's boundaries, were picking their way on foot through the black mud and offal of his streets, Madame Defarge spoke to her husband: `Say then, my friend; what did Jacques of the police tell thee?' `Very little tonight, but all he knows. There is another spy commissioned for our quarter. There may be many more, for all that he can say, but he knows of one.' `Eh well!' said Madame Defarge, raising her eyebrows with a cool business air. `It is necessary to register him. How do they call that man?' `He is English.' `So much the better. His name?' `Barsad,' said Defarge, making it French by pronunciation. But, he had been so careful to get it accurately, that he then spelt it with perfect correctness. `Barsad,,' repeated madame. `Good. Christian name?' `John.' `John Barsad,' repeated madame, after murmuring it once to herself. `Good. His appearance; is it known?' `Age, about forty years; height, about five feet nine; black hair; complexion dark; generally, rather handsome visage; eyes dark, face thin, long, and sallow; nose aquiline, but not straight, having a peculiar inclination towards the left cheek; expression, therefore, sinister.' `Eh my faith. It is a portrait!' said madame, laughing. `He shall be registered tomorrow.' They turned into the wine-shop, which was closed (for it was midnight) and where Madame Defarge immediately took her post at her desk, counted the small moneys that had been taken during her absence, examined the stock, went through the entries in the book, made other entries of her own, checked the serving man in every possible way, and finally dismissed him to bed. Then she turned out the contents of the bowl of money for the second time, and began knotting them up in her handkerchief, in a chain of separate knots, for safe keeping through the night. All this while, Defarge, with his pipe in his mouth, walked up and down, complacently admiring, but never interfering; in which condition, indeed, as to the business and his domestic affairs, he walked up and down through life. The night was hot, and the shop, close shut and surrounded by so foul a neighbourhood, was ill-smelling. Monsieur Defarge's olfactory sense was by no means delicate, but the stock of wine smelt much stronger than it ever tasted, and so did the stock of rum and brandy and aniseed. He whiffed the compound of scents away, as he put down his smoked-out pipe. `You are fatigued,' said madame, raising her glance as she knotted the money. `There are only the usual odours.' `I am a little tired,' her husband acknowledged. `You are a little depressed, too,' said madame, whose quick eyes had never been so intent on the accounts, but they had had a ray or two for him. `Oh, the men, the men!' `But my dear!' began Defarge. `But my dear!' repeated madame, nodding firmly; `but my dear! You are faint of heart tonight, my dear!' `Well, then,' said Defarge, as if a thought were wrung Out of his breast, `it is a long time.' `It is a long time,' repeated his wife; `and when is it not a long time? Vengeance and retribution require a long time; it is the rule.' `It does not take a long time to strike a man with Lightning,' said Defarge. `How long,' demanded madame, composedly, `does it take to make and store the lightning? Tell me.' Defarge raised his head thoughtfully, as if there were something in that too. `It does not take a long time,' said madame, `for an earthquake to swallow a town. Eh well! Tell me how long it takes to prepare the earthquake?' `A long time, I suppose,' said Defarge. `But when it is y, it takes place, and grinds to pieces everything before it. In the meantime, it is always preparing, though it is not seen or heard. That is your consolation. Keep it.' She tied a knot with flashing eyes, as if it throttled a foe. `I tell thee,' said madame, extending her right hand, for emphasis, `that although it is a long time on the road, it is on the road and coming. I tell thee it never retreats, and never stops. I tell thee it is always advancing. Look around and consider the lives of all the world that we know, consider the faces of all the world that we know, consider the rage and discontent to which the Jacquerie addresses itself with more and more of certainty every hour. Can such things last? Bah! I mock you.' `My brave wife,' returned Defarge, standing before her with his head a little bent, and his hands clasped at his back, like a docile and attentive pupil before his catechist, `I do not question all this. But it has lasted a long time, and it is possible--you know well, my wife, it is possible--that it may not come, during our lives.' `Eh well! How then?' demanded madame, tying another knot, as if there were another enemy strangled. `Well!' said Defarge, with a half-complaining and half apologetic shrug. `We shall not see the triumph.' We shall have helped it,' returned madame, with her extended hand in strong action. `Nothing that we do, is done in vain. I believe, with all my soul, that we shall see the triumph. But even if not, even if I knew certainly not, show me the neck of an aristocrat and tyrant, and still I would--' Then madame, with her teeth set, tied a very terrible knot indeed. Article/200903/65840。
  • PART THREE - A YOUNG WOMAN AT THORNFIELDCHAPTER FIFTEENThe New Mrs. RochesterAnd so I began to travel back to Thornfield Hall.While I was at GAteshead, Mrs. FAirfax had written to me. She told me that all the ladies and gentlemen had left, and that Mr. Rochester had gone to London to prepare for his wedding to Blanche Ingram. It was clear to me that he would be getting married very soon.After a long day of traveling, I decided to get out of the carriage at a little town near Thornfield and walk the rest of the way. [-----1-----], and I was glad to be out in the fresh air, on my way home. Of course, I had to tell myself that Thornfield was not really my home. The person I most wanted to see loved another, and soon I must leave.And then, suddenly, I saw him. He was sitting near the gate ahead of me, writing in a notebook. He looked up and saw me."Hello!" he cried, smiling. [-----2-----]I, and I knew if I tried to speak I would cry, or say something ridiculous. So I only nodded my head and smiled."So it's Jane Eyre!" he continued. "[-----3-----]! Tell me everything that you have been doing.""You know that I've been visiting my aunt, sir, who has just died.""Jane, I think you must be a dream! You've been gone for a whole month! I was sure you had forgotten about me."Even though I knew I would soon lose him, His words made me so happy that I couldn't walk away. 填空 :1、It was a warm June evening六月的夜晚,温暖宜人。2、 was trembling at the sight of him一见到他,让我浑身发抖。3、It's just like you to walk outside in the fresh air, instead of riding in a carriage不坐马车,而是在野外清新的空气中走着回来,这正像你。 Vocabulary Focusat the sight of...:一看到……例如:AT the sight of the mountain, we shouted in joy.(一看到大山,我们都高兴地叫起来。) Article/200905/69915。
  • As I ran down the stairs towards the end of the Club I watched as she darted behind the stage curtains. Thinking she must be scared of getting busted and that she must be trying to steal something, I hurried after her! I flew through the curtain into the back stage area. I did not see her there so I began the search.  After a good 15 mins of searching in a relatively small area I figured she must have slipped out to avoid being arrested. I then walked back to the balcony. As I put my foot on the first step I heard voices coming from the front of the club. Now since my boss left and I know I am alone, I walked into the front thinking my boss had returned, when I got there was no one to be found, and weirdly the stereo was turned off (I usually leave it on while I am working).  I never saw the woman again but I always did hear voices from time to time, and the stereo or lights would go off without warning on their own. I never told my boss of the occurrences because I thought he might have me committed! Article/200904/68151。
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