His road home lay across a stream into which his Ass,making a false step,fell by accident and rose up again with his load considerably lighter,as the water melted the sack. The Peddler retraced his steps and re
Across the wide hall was the open door of the library and she sped into it noiselessly. She could wait there until Ashley finished his adieux and then call to him when he came into the house. The library was in semidarkness, for the blinds had been drawn against the sun. The dim ...
The couple arrived at the airport around 6 p.m.After checking out,they rented a car and headed towards the property where Emma's daughter,the bride,was eagerly waiting to share such a magical event with the ones sh...
but not much, i have achieved. love and knowledge, so far as they were possible, led upward toward the heavens. but always it brought me back to earth. echoes of cries of pain reverberate in my heart. children in ...
1 He is swimming across the river. 2 She is sitting on the grass. 3 The cat is running along the wall. B 1 Where is the man going? He's going into the shop. 2 Where is the woman going? She's going out of the shop. 3 Where is he sitting? He's sitting beside his mother....
Half a hour later, the driver returned back with the camera and you could imagin e the broad smile spreading across Tim's face. Both of us were grateful for that the driver ha d done, and Tim, in particular, insisted taking a photo with him. 答案:第一句:us→ourselves 第三句:see→...
THE sun had gone down, and the clouds lay low on the valley of the Rhone. The wind blew from the south across the mountains; it was an African wind, a wind which scattered the clouds for a moment, and then suddenly fell. The broken clouds hung in fantastic forms upon the wood-covere...
The “Rose of the North” is situated amid jungle-blanketed hills and rolling rice fields, a region where cottage craft industries still thrive and distinct temples dazzle. In short, the area around this lovely city all but cries out to be explored. ...
that cries aloud to own thy(your) light: The little child that lifts each arm to press thee to her bosom warm. Though there are birds that sing this night with thy(your) white beams across their throats, Let my deep silence speak for me ...
We drove to the Anacortes ferry terminal on Fidalgo Island, across the Deception Pass from Whidbey, parked our rental car and boarded the ferry for Lopez Island on foot. Parking at Lopez is a challenge, and we had pre-arranged two e-bikes (a first for both of us) for retrieval after...