The girl with long hair is my classmate. 长头发的女孩是我同学。 3. 以(手段、材料),用(工具) My American friend is learning to eat with chopsticks. 我的一位美国朋友在学着用筷子吃饭。 4. 符合,一致 5. 在...一边,赞成 We are with you there. 在那一点上我们站在你这一边。 6. 跟...,...
Dickinson's use of diction in "I felt my life with both my hands" is curious in that it is purposefully ambiguous in an attempt to further amplify the poem's sense of unfamiliarity and dissociation; while the poem certainly insists on the tangibility of the subjects at hand, Dickinson offer...
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By the way, if you ever find your own art manikin to play with, here’s how to transform this wood figure into a full-fledgedEmotikin. First, simply acknowledge it has a soul. It becomes real like the Velveteen Rabbit with love. Have fun kindling your creativity with your own creative...
"Only two hands!? No way! And that's just on the standard model? That's too much work for one day. Wait until tomorrow to finish." But I won't," the Lord protested. "I am so close to finishing this creation that is so close to my own heart. ...
I’m actually not talking here under my own name. You should perceive and conceive of Antoine Volodine as a collective author, a name that includes the writings, voices, and poems of many other authors. You should think of my physical presence, in front of this microphone, as that of a...
‘tart’, placed upon women, into a tribute to mana wāhine: mothers aunties grandmothers sisters. This album of women is speaking poetry, poetry speaking. Women speaking, speaking women. It is poetry as making language your own, challenging the status quo on how a poem ought to be, how ...
My right there is none to dispute; From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute.” [You can read the full poem here:https://www.eighteenthcenturypoetry.org/works/o3794-w0130.shtmland we can only imagine Austen sitting there in the Godmersham Park libra...
She stood up quickly when she saw me as if to get out of my way. Feeling sorry, she explained that she was a cashier at a nearby store and was on her lunch break, trying to get a few needed things before her time was up. ??? I comforted her, I am in no hurry. Go ahead ...
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