李嘉图路
一百字太少了，先奉上一篇，在传个文本
Red clothes
It was a foreign language schools in the women's dormitory, there are a number of times at night often have a red woman's clothes to sell door-to-door late at night, do not know how she was downstairs escaped inspection.Every day, all night, a knock-room, if someone opened the door and asked; 'red clothes do not want to /' As the girls were very angry after the quarrel, are not big cried, a few days this night. One night, That woman came again. Thunk! Thunk! When the door opened from the inside out one of the girls she roared; "what the red dress? I want the whole. How much does it cost?"
Woman smiled, turned away and did not give her a red dress, and that night we all slept well, no one has come knocking at the door. The next day, the dormitories were all up, only that the women's big red red The roar of girls not to get up, her students opened her quilt, she is all red, her skin of the upper part of the body has been ripping up. Huang who have blood flow, looks like a dress Red pieces of clothing.
红衣服
那是一个外语学校的女生宿舍,有一些时间夜里经常有一个穿红衣服的女子深夜上门推销,也不知道她是怎么逃过楼下检查的.天天夜里都来,一间间房间的敲,如果有人开门就问;’要不要红衣服/’由于女生被吵后非常生气,都大叫着不要,一连几个晚上都这样.有一个晚上,那个女子又来了.咚!咚!这时门开了,从里面冲出一个女生对她大吼;"什么红色的衣服?我全要了.多少钱?"
那女子笑了笑,转身走了,也没给她红色的衣服,那晚上大家都睡得很好,没有人再来敲门了.第二天,宿舍里的人全都起来了,只有那个冲红衣女子大吼的女生还没有起床,她的同学把她的被子掀开,她,她浑身都是红色的,她上身的皮已经被剥开了.血流得潢身,看起来就像是穿了一件红衣服.
修中圈儿
Our forever love begins with three times’ Coming acrossMost people believe in fate while I think the destiny should be handle by myself. And it’s said that nothing is best but there is something most suitable. Therefore I struggled to search the girl most suitable for me. Year after year, finally I found out the certain girl in a party at the beginning of my college days. She is so cute and mild that I was deeply attracted. Maybe this is what we regard as “love at the first sight”. She became the mater of my heart from that moment. But as a freshman, I was too shy to talk with her let alone to show my feeling to her. It’s right that once chance is missing, it’ll be very hard to get it back, even worse you may lose it forever. I tried to find her everywhere on our campus after that day, but I failed. No matter how hard I tried, the result was the same. It seemed that what I needed was fate, and what I only could do was waiting.Two years had past, and the fate came closer and closer. I came across her when we both worked to welcome the new students in our college. I was still a little shy, just smile to her without any word. To my surprised, she seemed to understand me and came over to talk with me. It’s a pity that we were too busy with our work to talk more. However, we told each our names to each other, which make me excited for a whole day. She seemed to disappear again after that day, and I had to go on with my waiting.Three months later, thanks to the fate’s arrangement, I came across her again and we sat side by side at a music concert. We had a long time’s talk while enjoying the music concert. We both had a happy time. Before we left, I asked for her phone number. To my great delight, she gave it to me without any hesitation. My life changed from then on with the help of it.By sending messages to her, I had the chance to know more about her. She said my smile just like the sunshine could expel the dark clouds and made her happy. I knew she also liked staying together with me. Finally, I summoned the courage to show my feeling to her. She accept my love, our happy life began.She said each of us is an angel with single wing, only embrace can we fly up high. Just as real love stories never have endings, we’ll embrace, flying to the bright future forever and ever.
红豆花花花
简单易读的英文鬼故事： ================= Music Box（音乐盒） ================= This one took place when I was very little, about 5 or 6. We had just moved into a new house, about a block down the street from where my two brothers had been born. The previous owners had taken less than perfect care of the house and the back porch, (which was enclosed) was filled with bags of garbage. It took my parents, with me helping (mostly getting under-foot), almost two weeks to make the house clean enough to move into. Once that was taken care of, I plodded myself upstairs, proclaiming loudly that the room at the top of the stairs was mine, that Elizabeth had said she'd share. My parents looked at me strangely, but shrugged and chalked it up to an overactive imagination, but giving into my request for the room. About a month after moving in completely, I went to bed; tossing and turning, unable to sleep (I think the first day of Kindergarten was the next day...). As I rolled from facing the wall to facing my dresser across the room, I had a feeling that something in the room just didn't seem right, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Focusing my eyes as best I could, I realized that I was seeing my reflection in my dresser mirror. But, no, wait, I didn't have a blue nightgown on! I did a double-take. A girl of about 16 or 17 stood in front of the only window in my room, clad in a pale blue gown, but white otherwise. She seemed to staring into the backyard for some reason. As I watched her, I began to drift off to sleep, feeling nothing menacing about her. Then suddenly, that changed. The temperature in the room dropped almost 20 degrees as she slowly turned from the window and looked straight at me. At first I was stunned. But as she began to approach the bed, her face changed from it's calm facade to a truly malevolent portrait. At about the same time, I remember a music box of mine beginning to play in the background (odd thing to happen, though my mother confirms this). Downstairs, my mother heard the music box start and came up to see if I was out of bed and to yell at me. Halfway up the stairs, she says, she heard me scream. All I remember is Elizabeth fading as my mother burst into the room and the music immediately stopping at the same time.
