He fell asleep while (he was) doing his homework. 他在做功课时睡着了。 Work hard when (you are) young, or you'll regret. 年轻时你要努力工作,否则你会后悔的。 Fill in a proper preposition where (it is) necessary. 在需要的地方填入一个适当的介词。 He opened the desk, as if (he was...
Joy appeared when I married my good husband, when our sons were born, when they married their beloveds. When my husband looks at me with absolute love and trust. But my anguish over losing my mother so suddenly, so cruelly, so completely - it shattered me so that I am an incomplete...
25 But I tell you of a truth, many widows were in Israel in the days of Elias, when the heaven was shut up three years and six months, when great famine was throughout all the land; 26 But unto none of them was Elias sent, save unto Sarepta, a city of Sidon, unto a woman ...
I made a terrible mistake last week. My right earhole is still sore; it may even be perforated. It all began when I rang the Mothership to tell her about our Christmas tree debacle. What should have been a festive occasion had descended into one of chaos. There were the usual shenanigan...
This destroys his sense of exact position, and when he feels himself moving backward to a perpendicular he mistakes it for the drawing power, and keeps coming till you stop him. Or suppose you have him clasp his hands together and grip them tightly together and imagine that they are ...
I love short stories. When my New Yorker arrives, I turn first to to the featured fiction. (Last week’s story, “Motherless Child”, by Elizabeth Strout, is wonderful — Olive Kitteridge is back!) I know not everyone shares my enthusiasm, but check out my sales pitch for short stories...
In the midst of it all, “Major Fenzel whispered, ‘but I can’t hear the crisis conference because Mrs. Cheney keeps turning down the volume on you so she can hear CNN… and the Vice President keeps hanging up the open line to you.”47...
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I love short stories. When my New Yorker arrives, I turn first to to the featured fiction. (Last week’s story, “Motherless Child”, by Elizabeth Strout, is wonderful — Olive Kitteridge is back!) I know not everyone shares my enthusiasm, but check out my sales pitch for short stories...
I love short stories. When my New Yorker arrives, I turn first to to the featured fiction. (Last week’s story, “Motherless Child”, by Elizabeth Strout, is wonderful — Olive Kitteridge is back!) I know not everyone shares my enthusiasm, but check out my sales pitch for short stories...