There is about it a curious, cracked look that is very puzzling until you suddenly realize that at one time, and long ago, the right side of the front porch had been painted, and part of the wall -- but the painting was left unfinished and one portion of the house is darker and din...
, like painting , is also called fine art . but some sculptors don't seem to be humble enough when their works are criticised . it means that they won't accept criticism . you can see sculptures everywhere in th...
将我的一生献给知识.Then you are welcome.那么,欢迎你.All women who seek to follow you can enter here.所有和你怀有同样的抱负的女性都将受到欢迎.I now declare the academic year begun.现在我宣布新学年开始A shame you didn't come yesterday. It's so quiet before the girls arrive.你要是昨天...
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Money with no strings attached.It's not something you see every day. But at Union Station in Los Angeles last month, a board went up with dollar bills attached to it with pins and a sign that read" Give What You Can, ...
a几天前,姐姐去漂亮新娘拍了一套写真,所以今天我要陪姐姐去照相馆选照片,当我看到姐姐拍的照片真的被震撼到了,我从来没发现姐姐这么漂亮,人家说‘人靠衣装,佛靠金装’这句话果然是有道理的。 Several days ago, the elder sister went to the attractive bride to pat set of portraits, therefore I must ...
2. (often foll by for) to transfer (something that is one's own, esp money) to the possession of another as part of an exchange: to give fifty pounds for a painting. 3. to place in the temporary possession of another: I gave him my watch while I went swimming. 4. (when: in...
he thought, somewhat hazily confusing the scene of his projected honey-moon with the masterpieces of literature which it would be his manly privilege to reveal to his bride. It was only that afternoon that May Welland had let him guess that she "cared" (New York's consecrated phrase of ...
what one would call a traditional Mom. While most kids grew up awakening to the smell of bacon and eggs sizzling in the skillet, I can recall the distinct pungent aroma of turpentine wafting up my nostrils…yep…she’d be in the kitchen furiously painting, humming and singing away, often ...
But she’s not, and I can’t. There’s no consolation in the fact that she would be laughing now. It’s only another thing to mourn. Anna was not only a friend, not only someone I loved. There are some people in life that you meet, get on with, hang around with, and drift ...