“The ocean in the poem is vast and deep. What does the ocean symbolize? A. Narrowness B. Shallowness C. Vastness D. Smallness 相关知识点: 试题来源: 解析 C。诗中的海洋广阔而深邃,通常象征着广阔。选项 A 狭窄,与海洋的特点不符。选项 B 浅,与诗中描述不符。选项 C 广阔,符合海洋的特征。
) Like an oaf; simple. Oak (n.) Any tree or shrub of the genus Quercus. The oaks have alternate leaves, often variously lobed, and staminate flowers in catkins. The fruit is a smooth nut, called an acorn, which is more or less inclosed in a scaly involucre called the cup or ...
I still prefer summer.In hot summer,I like lying in the sunshine,sometimes.Because its too hot,I always stay for fifteen minutes.Always,you can see lots of people swimming in the sea,or in the swimming pool,I like playing with my friends in the swimming pool and enjoy the happy ...
A poem depicts a beautiful sunset over the ocean. What is the likely theme? A. Death and decay B. Adventure and exploration C. Nature's wonder D. Sadness and loss 相关知识点: 试题来源: 解析 C。这首诗描绘了海洋上美丽的日落,很可能的主题是自然的奇妙。A 选项“死亡和腐朽”与美丽的日落...
So in this case, when some German guy with a synthesizer and a violin and a pretty lady on vocals tell you that they’re not a band, try and suppress that gut instinct that, well, they look like a band, and sound like a band, and, who knows, probably smell like a band, and fo...
Today, we’d like to challenge you to write – without consulting the book – a poem that recounts the plot, or some portion of the plot, of a novel that you remember having liked but that you haven’t read in a long time.
When the wind is from the west All the waves that cannot test To the east must thunder on Where the bright tree of the sun Is rooted in the osean’s breast. As the poem suggests, the Atlantic is never dead and dull. It is an ocean that moves, impressively and endlessly. It makes ...
“Sorrow had never set foot on land. It was as foreign to her as ocean was to sheep.”—Toni Morrison,A Mercy Metaphor Metaphoralso suggests a similarity between two dissimilar concepts of objects, but unlike simile, it does so without usinglikeoras. Here’s one from Emily Dickinson, where...
the wonder of his physical body would no longer be hers to hold and touch and admire. I am sorry I never asked her to share with me the story of his birth. I wish I could know what it felt like to touch him for the first time, and then for the last. I want to know — both...
Where does my story begin...? A word on a wall, a brushstroke on canvas, a performance on a stage. Unlock your inner wordsmith, artist or performer and discover a blank canvas for your imagination to run wild. Welcome to I Wonder; an interactive space designed to inspire creative freedom...