黑白无距离
That thing, that touched my heart
Raging wind, blowing, mercilessly on the ground dead twigs and withered leaves into the sky. The day, with grey veil covered face, looked gloomy......
"Dad, today's guzheng lessons you send me to go." I looked out the window at the non rain or snow weather,shuddering, can not help but begged dad. "Much, but also to send, oneself go by bus!" Dad shook hands withthe newspaper, said. I don't give up, twist to the father in front, and took his hand, Fadia said: "good father,you loved me, you see the winter
So cold, you send me -- "go"!!" Dad changed the usual loving "good father" image, resolute and decisive toput in a word, folded the newspaper, went straight to the room. My heart is cold, picked up the bag to my dadyelled loudly: "you will never be a good mother!" Then, turn on one's heel, the corridor echoed with "crash"the heavy
The sound of the door closing......
Walking in the gray sky, my heart also become overcast. The wind was still "whir" scraping, I stray hair flying in the air. The biting cold quietly penetrate into every of my skin, but I am unaware. Yes ah, who can always love my dad asked me to bear the cold alone, the bone pain. I step by step
On the road, let the wind blow me, any thoughts fixed in one scene: when I was ill, my father stayed up all night; my success, Dad smile; I lost, my dad made me happy...... The every little bit is like a movie in my eyes.I love my father, but he also love me? I can't bear to think of it, shook his head, can not help to speed up
The pace of.
Walk to the station, the bus came. I get on the train pulled out a card, a piece of paper fell out. What's this?Sit tight, I doubted to open one to see, can not help stunned. I am familiar with the father's hands forcefulwords appeared in front of me. My heart is not "hum" a, but I still take it leisurely and unoppressively to look down:
Baby, I'm sorry, please forgive my selfish. Dad is not don't love you, but love too deep. You know, if peopleeverywhere enjoy, do not exercise, it is very difficult to grow up. Remember, you will always be my little angel!
Now you hate people: Dad.
A layer of mist blurred my sight, my heart is like the waves of the sea a long time can not be calm, he lovesme! This deep love came too suddenly, let me be caught off guard, like a silver pulled my heartstrings. Dad, Iwas wrong about you, sorry! I know, it must have hurt dad, hurt too deep. I feel as though I can see Dad.
Dad's heart in the blood, and the heavy door is rubbing salt in his wounds, the pain has spread in his body. At this moment, I hate myself, why my intentions not to me, why am I on the father's approach to heart, why would I want to hurt I love and love my people? My hand was shaking, paper is wrinkled, I
The tears flows down in a moment......
Although my heart in the river ice is melting, but it touches the soul scars forever engraved in my heart.
再送你一个中文版的。
双子座的小蛇
Where is the eggTeacher:Can you make a sentence with the word "egg"Student:Yes.I ate a piece of cake yesterday.Teacher:Then where is the “egg"Student:In the cake,Sir.鸡蛋在哪里？老师：你能用“鸡蛋”一词造句吗？学生：可以。我昨天吃了一块蛋糕。老师：“鸡蛋”在哪？学生：在蛋糕里，先生 追问： 可不可以长一些 回答： Tom is a little boy, and he is only seven years old. Once he goes to a cinema. It is the first time for him to do that. He buys a ticket and goes in. But after two or three minutes he comes out, and buys the second ticket and goes in again. After a few minutes he comes out again and buys the third ticket. Two or three minutes after that he comes out and asks for another ticket. But a girl asks him,“Why do you buy so many tickets How many friends do you meet” “No, I have no friends here, but a big woman always stops me at the door and cuts up my ticket.”After Keating had learnt the fine art training course conducted by the Children's Palace for two years,he draw a portrait by the fauvism for his father as his birthday gift.Looking at hisown"portrait painting" , his father felt a pang of pain, saying:"You'd better add the to it and convert it into a gorilla."汤姆是个小孩， 他才7岁。 当他去电影院的时候。那时他第一次去。他买了张票进去了。 但没过两三分钟他就出来了，然后买了第二张票又进去了。 几分钟后他又出来买了第三张票。 接着两三分钟后他又出来买票。 一个女的问她，“你为什么要买那么多票啊 你见到了几个朋友？" "没有， 我里面没朋友， 但是每当我进门的时候一位大的女人老把我的票给剪了"
shangbabayue
I have a friend named Monty Roberts who owns a horse ranch in San Ysidro. He has let me use his house to put on fund-raising events to raise money for youth at risk programs. 我有个朋友叫蒙提.罗伯兹，他在圣思多罗有座牧马场。我常借用他宽敞的住宅举办募款活动，以便为帮助青少年的计划筹备基金。The last time I was there he introduced me by saying, “I want to tell you why I let Jack use my house. It all goes back to a story about a young man who was the son of an itinerant horse trainer who would go from stable to stable, race track to race track, farm to farm and ranch to ranch, training horses. As a result, the boy’s high school career was continually interrupted. When he was a senior, he was asked to write a paper about what he wanted to be and do when he grew up.” 上次活动时，他在致辞中提到：“我让杰克借用住宅是有原因的。这故事跟一个小男孩有关，他的父亲是位马术师，他从小就必须跟着父亲东奔西跑，男孩的求学过程并不顺利。高中时，有次老师叫全班同学写报告，题目是长大后的志愿。”
