A. Through after-rehearsal texts B. By passing notes backstage C. By writing notes in each other's scripts D. Through shared lines during scenes What did Lena’s final note suggest? A. That she wanted him to take the lead in the...
His poem “In a Bamboo Forest” has these lines: “Leaning alone in the close bamboos,/I am playing my zither and humming a song. /Too softly for anyone to hear,/ Except my comrade—— the bright moon.”皎皎明月的夜晚也是弹琴的理想情境。王维,唐朝著名的诗人,就喜欢在月色下的竹林里弹琴...
Eustatius, only the flag is absent, to make it completely English. The old fatherlands morals here are held in contempt. Honesty is a highly exceptional commodity, and even the best among the inhabitants, lose her, by a too far reaching lust for gain. It is so bad that in 1829 no Cou...
Living in a place where the weather can change in minutes and we walk more most days than we drive, I quickly learned that a good coat particularly one that is waterproof is as necessary as a decent pair of wellies when you live in a place where you may get your feet wet even on a...
Although he fleece the flag of every nation, For into a prime minister but change His title, and 't is nothing but taxation; But he, more modest, took an humbler range Of life, and in an honester vocation Pursued o'er the high seas his watery journey, And merely practised ...
Yes, of course. We know where this autumnal existence is headed. Even the finest October day contains the seeds of melancholy. The cold and the dark draw near. But if we can take the long view, these too shall pass. Pamela Steed Hill says this so poignantly in her poem, “September ...
In the morning, our school held an awarding ceremony indoors to avoid unnecessary public gathering. It began with the solemn flag-raising ceremony, followed by speech from our beloved principal who emphasized the importance of following the spirits of the May Fourth Movement--- patriotism, progress...
and a poet getting on the bus and murmuring the beautiful poem Alexander is looking for. Many user comments liken the bus to a "bus of life", and the people passing by are just like what Alexander was looking for in life - love, the Left, poetry, and music. The beautiful soundtrack...
Above text is an extract from my poem entitled “Saved by the Cross” . The full text printed below. SAVED BY THE CROSS Blow after blow Heavy hammers slammed Driving in rusty nails Nailing flesh to wood Not wood to wood His mother, brothers and disciples stood Sobbing…wondering “Why?”...
When I wrote a poem about the story of my good friend Phil’s passing and subsequent visit to me from the afterlife (if you don’t believe in this sort of thing, you’re welcome to stop reading now), I mentioned finding dimes. We had a remarkable flurry of finding dimes in the mont...