Snail (蜗牛) lives in a beautiful house. One day she 1 her house because she plays outside with her friends for a long time. So she starts a journey (行程) to get her house back. 2 the way, she sees some beautiful 3 . Snail says, “What beautiful flowers! 4 my house is not...
my house is not here." She keeps going. "Oh! My house is over there!" Snail is very 25 .But Bear is near her house. Snail says, "This is 26 house. I want to take it back." "I'm very 27 now. I want to eat you!" Bear says. ...
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Define garden snail. garden snail synonyms, garden snail pronunciation, garden snail translation, English dictionary definition of garden snail. n any of several land snails common in gardens, where they may become pests, esp Helix aspersa, and sometimes
Snail says, “What beautiful flowers!___my house is not here.” She keeps going. “Oh! My house is over there!” Snail is very___. But Bear is near her house. Snail says, “This is___house. I want to take it back.” “I’m very___now...
But my house is a place for me and my 43 . My parents, brothers, sisters and I eat, work and sleep 44 . And there are many 45 in my house. Every 46 we go out to look for food. Then we bring(带回) the food back and fill(装满) the rooms with it. For us, 47 the ...
Then he put the snail in, too. The next night, Xie Duan came home late again. Whenhe walked into his house, he found a big surprise!The house was clean and neat! There was a hot meal waiting for him! “Oh! How kind of m...
And in my house, there are many _8_. Every day, we go out to look for food. Then we bring the food back and fill (装满) the rooms with it.. _9 us,it's the happiest thing.Maybe you have a good house, but I have 10 happy home," Zoc says..()1. A. he B.his C.he's...
I have mine in myself. I retire within myself and there I stop. The world is nothing to me.” With this the snail withdrew into his house and blocked up the entrance. “That’s very sad,” said the rose tree. “I cannot creep into myself, however much I might wish to do so;...
And the rose tree went on blooming in innocence, while the snail lay idling in his house—the world was nothing to him. Years passed by. The snail had turned to earth in the earth, and the rose tree too. Even the souvenir rose in the hymn-book was faded, but in the garden there ...