I wrote the poem out in my finest handwriting, drew a fancy border aroun d it an d 45 I place d it right on my father's plate on the dining table. My father h a d begun his motion-picture career as a writer. I was sure he woul d be able to 46 my poem.At almost 7 o'...
introduce介绍;I wrote my first poem at the age of seven and showed it to my mother我向母亲展示了自己的诗作,可知此处是想向父亲展示,故选B。 A. waiting 等待;B. praying祈祷;C. preparing 准备;D. planning计划;I wrote the poem out in my finest handwriting, drew a fancy border around ...
thinking about my own grandfather who served in Okinawa for 2 years during that war. The world moves full circle. Art moves us every day. Every piece of art that hangs in my house tells me a story. If I gaze long enough with my eyes clear and focused, I hear ...
2014, Washington Post, Alyssa Rosenberg writes about a new trend in portraying rape seen in recent episodes ofGame of Thrones, Mad Men, The AmericansandHouse of Cards(she also tosses in references toDownton AbbeyandScandal). Rosenberg writes, “The male leads are often complicit in the viole...
First, I wrote the poem out in my finest flourish(花体字). Then I used colored crayon(蜡笔) to draw an elaborate border around it that would do justice to its brilliant content. Then I waited. As 7 o’clock drew near, I confidently placed it right on my fathe...
I wrote the poem out in my finest flourish(花体字), drew a fancy border aroun d it and___I place d it right on my father's plate on the dining table. My father h a d begun his motion-picture career as a writer. I was sure he woul d be able to___my poem.At almost ...
He coul d not sit down but circle d the long dining-room table with a drink in his hand, calling down terrible oath(诅咒)on his employees.Suddenly, he pause d an d stare d at his plate. There was a suspenseful silence. “What is this?" He was reaching for my poem. I lowere d...
you know, like all the way down to my waist. I'd put my chin over top of them. [ANNE LAUGHS] So growing up in rural Montana, small library was a great library, but you know, all the typical child of 80s books, you know, Baby-Sitters Club, Nancy Drew, Backstreet Twins, Hardy ...
She looked so scared by his talking and so unhappy at having to reply, and it seemed to be so difficult for her to wrench out a “Yes” or a “No” without ever daring to look at him, that he took pity on her shyness, and drew back to a corner. Fortunately the play began. ...
m embarrassed to say I’ve never actually read Agatha Christie. I’ve also never enjoyed mysteries much — I didn’t even like Nancy Drew when I was a child. I’m generally more interested in characters and relationships than plot. But I might become a convert, because I lovedThe Guest...