my natural desire to talk never went away, and that is what makes my name – Mo Yan, or “don’t speak” – an ironic expression of self-mockery.
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“No, I didn’t fall; I threw myself back on my haunches.” 97 - “Well! as it is Eugenie’s birthday,” said Grandet, “I’ll have the step mended. You people don’t know how to set your foot in the corner where the wood is still firm.” 98 - Grandet took the candl...
I have a dream that I am always young. Then I will have enough energy to do everything whenever I want. Moreover, I dont have to worry about the old age during which I even cant take care of myself. I know that my dream will not come true. However, I think it is lucky that ...
I caught my breath and forced myself to concentrate on the kite as I climbed up. When I had the kite free, I needed a minute to rest. That’s when the fear of being up so high began to lift, and in its place came the most amazing feeling that I was flying. Just soaring above...
I sup on myself. And so shall starve with feeding. William Shakespeare愤怒是我的食物。我一肚子都是气恼,吃不下东西了。——威廉·莎士比亚The evil that man do lives after them. The good is oft interred with their bones. William Shakespeare人做的坏事死后还会流传。好事则往往随尸骨一起埋葬。—...
When I returned to London in 2004, I found myself wandering down to Southbank, spending hours there. I’ve traveled back several times since, most recently this past spring. The day was cold but clear: tourists and Londoners stopped to watch the skaters. Weaving(穿梭)among the kids who ru...