But oh, his brutality, she nearly laughed aloud, is generously dished out by other means. Bitter, cruel words inflicting wounds much deeper than any cut to the flesh. Each slicing to the soul. To the self. Leaving scars that never heal and a human being now halved, and half believing. ...
A fable is a fictional story about animals, plants, forces of nature, etc. It always has a moral lesson. 翻译:这个故事改编自一则欧洲寓言。一则寓言是指关于动物, 植物, 自然的力量等的虚构故事。它总是具有寓意。 Let's Do It! 翻译:让我们做一做! Read the lesson and answer the questions...
Of special interest to me was the matter of how even small seeds of reading at some point in early life can sprout later in life and will often have the staying power of the toughest of plants. When I had my own two children, a boy and a girl, I immersed them in children's books...
Steep hills of rolling green fields or plowed brown soil; pastures of black cows and white sheep; winding roads twined with blackberry plants, rose trees, and dead gray thistles; the blue sea calm and still or frothy with foam. One friend said she’s seen porpoises off the shore and rain...
In between Scriptural word-studies on darkness and frost, puzzling over texts like Vladimir Propp’s venerableMorphology of the Folktale, rereadingThe Voyage of the Dawn TreaderandThe Hobbit,giggling over a P.G. Wodehouse audiobook as I water my plants, and basking in the sun to erase my fli...
thought this would be a good gift for my grandson. Last spring I gave several packets of seeds to the grandkids. Spinach, carrot and flower seeds, which my eldest daughter planted with her son. He took an interest once the seeds sprouted and the plants grew. Amber called him “Farmer ...
But underlines how necessary trees are and the interconnectedness of plants and humans (and other animals). Not all poems are jolly. Emma Purshouse’s “Because their war was not so long ago…” is of great-grandparent’s memories of “when the other children’s dads/came home”. The po...
Upon his death, his blood was turned into the oceans, his flesh became the land, his bones became the mountains, his teeth became the rocks, his hair became the plants, and his eyelashes became the human realm called Midgard. His skull was tossed high up into the air and it became the...
“To-day,” he continued, after a pause, “Peters’ are going to sell a batch of plants from the Andamans and the Indies. I shall go up and see what they have. It may be I shall buy something good unawares. That may be it.” He passed his cup for his second cupful of coffee...
The world flickered back into view, but it was most certainly not their world. It was a giant, enclosed cave filled with thousands of vines, plants, and other plethora of fruits. It was like a swamp within a cave. The air was humid and hot. Everyone was already beginning to sweat. ...