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I have a meaningful day today充实的一天Today is a very productive day.今天过的很充实 充实有很多说法希望大家天天充实,不要混吃等死~像我。。。。。 /201701/474128。

  • 大家好!今天我们来看一看怎么用美语来聊“洗澡”?You Are Stinky 你好臭loofa 浴球花body wash 浴液exfoliating 去角质 /201511/408450。
  • 释义:What do you say (to)... ?……怎么样?这是向对方提建议的时候使用的表现形式,在 what do you say 后面可以用主语+动词或者是 to+... ing (名词形式来叙述提议的内容。另外,what would you say... 表示的是“……的话怎么样?”的意思,对对方的反应进行询问。例句:What do you say I take you to dinner tonight?我们今天晚上一起吃饭怎么样?What do you say we get together for a drink?我们一起喝一杯怎么样?Let#39;s go to China in May. What do you say?让我们在 5 月份的时候去中国吧。怎么样?What would you say if she stayed with us all night?让她跟我们一起待一晚上怎么样?对话:A: What do you say to going for a drink tonight?今天晚上一起去喝一杯怎么样?B: Sounds like a good idea!当然很好了! /201706/514594。
  • Do you believe everything you hear?你对你耳朵听到的事情都相信吗?I don#39;t believe anything I don#39;t see with my own eyes.我不相信我没有亲眼见到的事情。You can#39;t believe what you hear on TV or radio.你不会相信你在电视或收音机上听到的。You can#39;t believe what you in the newspapers.你不会相信你在报纸上读到的。Everyone tells you a different story about the same thing.每个人对同一件事有不同的说法。Three different people will give you three different stories.三个人会有三个不同的版本。And the government will give you a fourth story.政府会告诉你第四种可能。Yes, like the government says not to worry about the swine flu.是的,比如政府会告诉你别担心猪流感。But the swine flu just killed 20 people in Mexico.但是在墨西哥猪流感致20人死亡。The government says we have nothing to worry about.政府让我们什么都不用担心。Then why are some schools telling the kids to stay home?那么为什么一些学校让孩子待在家里。The government says to wash our hands frequently, and we#39;ll all be okay.政府让我们勤洗手,然后我们就会没事。译文属仅供学习和交流使用,不得转载 /201601/419798。
  • THE ELDERBUSHOnce upon a time there was a little boy who had taken cold. He had goneout and got his feet wet; though nobody could imagine how it had happened, forit was quite dry weather. So his mother undressed him, put him to bed, andhad the tea-pot brought in, to make him a good cup of Elderflower tea.Just at that moment the merry old man came in who lived up a-top of the houseall alone; for he had neither wife nor children--but he liked children verymuch, and knew so many fairy tales, that it was quite delightful."Now drink your tea," said the boy's mother; "then, perhaps, you may hear afairy tale.""If I had but something new to tell," said the old man. "But how did the childget his feet wet?""That is the very thing that nobody can make out," said his mother."Am I to hear a fairy tale?" asked the little boy."Yes, if you can tell me exactly--for I must know that first--how deep thegutter is in the little street opposite, that you pass through in going toschool.""Just up to the middle of my boot," said the child; "but then I must go intothe deep hole.""Ah, ah! That's where the wet feet came from," said the old man. "I ought nowto tell you a story; but I don't know any more.""You can make one in a moment," said the little boy. "My mother says that allyou look at can be turned into a fairy tale: and that you can find a story ineverything.""Yes, but such tales and stories are good for nothing. The right sort come ofthemselves; they tap at my forehead and say, 'Here we are.'""Won't there be a tap soon?" asked the little boy. And his mother laughed, putsome Elder-flowers in the tea-pot, and poured boiling water upon them."Do tell me something! Pray do!""Yes, if a fairy tale would come of its own accord; but they are proud andhaughty, and come only when they choose. Stop!" said he, all on a sudden. "Ihave it! Pay attention! There is one in the tea-pot!"And the little boy looked at the tea-pot. The cover rose more and more; andthe Elder-flowers came forth so fresh and white, and shot up long branches.Out of the spout even did they sp themselves on all sides, and grew largerand larger; it was a splendid Elderbush, a whole tree; and it reached into thevery bed, and pushed the curtains aside. How it bloomed! And what an odour! Inthe middle of the bush sat a friendly-looking old woman in a most strangedress. It was quite green, like the leaves of the elder, and was trimmed withlarge white Elder-flowers; so that at first one could not tell whether it wasa stuff, or a natural green and real flowers."What's that woman's name?" asked the little boy."The Greeks and Romans," said the old man, "called her a Dryad; but that we donot understand. The people who live in the New Booths* have a much better namefor her; they call her 'old Granny'--and she it is to whom you are to payattention. Now listen, and look at the beautiful Elderbush.* A row of buildings for seamen in Copenhagen."Just such another large blooming Elder Tree stands near the New Booths. Itgrew there in the corner of a little miserable court-yard; and under it sat,of an afternoon, in the most splendid sunshine, two old people; an old, oldseaman, and his old, old wife. They had great-grand-children, and were soon tocelebrate the fiftieth anniversary of their marriage; but they could notexactly recollect the date: and old Granny sat in the tree, and looked aspleased as now. 'I know the date,' said she; but those below did not hear her,for they were talking about old times."'Yes, can't you remember when we were very little,' said the old seaman, 'andran and played about? It was the very same court-yard where we now are, and westuck slips in the ground, and made a garden.'"'I remember it well,' said the old woman; 'I remember it quite well. Wewatered the slips, and one of them was an Elderbush. It took root, put forthgreen shoots, and grew up to be the large tree under which we old folks arenow sitting.'"'To be sure,' said he. 'And there in the corner stood a waterpail, where Iused to swim my boats.'"'True; but first we went to school to learn somewhat,' said she; 'and then wewere confirmed. We both cried; but in the afternoon we went up the RoundTower, and looked down on Copenhagen, and far, far away over the water; thenwe went to Friedericksberg, where the King and the Queen were sailing about intheir splendid barges.'"'But I had a different sort of sailing to that, later; and that, too, formany a year; a long way off, on great voyages.'"'Yes, many a time have I wept for your sake,' said she. 'I thought youwere dead and gone, and lying down in the deep waters. Many a night have I gotup to see if the wind had not changed: and changed it had, sure enough; butyou never came. I remember so well one day, when the rain was pouring down intorrents, the scavengers were before the house where I was in service, and Ihad come up with the dust, and remained standing at the door--it was dfulweather--when just as I was there, the postman came and gave me a letter. Itwas from you! What a tour that letter had made! I opened it instantly and: I laughed and wept. I was so happy. In it I that you were in warmlands where the coffee-tree grows. What a blessed land that must be! Yourelated so much, and I saw it all the while the rain was pouring down, and Istanding there with the dust-box. At the same moment came someone who embracedme.'"'Yes; but you gave him a good box on his ear that made it tingle!'"'But I did not know it was you. You arrived as soon as your letter, and youwere so handsome--that you still are--and had a long yellow silk handkerchiefround your neck, and a bran new hat on; oh, you were so dashing! Good heavens!What weather it was, and what a state the street was in!'"'And then we married,' said he. 'Don't you remember? And then we had ourfirst little boy, and then Mary, and Nicholas, and Peter, and Christian.'"'Yes, and how they all grew up to be honest people, and were beloved byeverybody.'"'And their children also have children,' said the old sailor; 'yes, thoseare our grand-children, full of strength and vigor. It was, methinks aboutthis season that we had our wedding.'"'Yes, this very day is the fiftieth anniversary of the marriage,' said oldGranny, sticking her head between the two old people; who thought it was theirneighbor who nodded to them. They looked at each other and held one another bythe hand. Soon after came their children, and their grand-children; for theyknew well enough that it was the day of the fiftieth anniversary, and had comewith their gratulations that very morning; but the old people had forgottenit, although they were able to remember all that had happened many years ago.And the Elderbush sent forth a strong odour in the sun, that was just about toset, and shone right in the old people's faces. They both looked sorosy-cheeked; and the youngest of the grandchildren danced around them, andcalled out quite delighted, that there was to be something very splendid thatevening--they were all to have hot potatoes. And old Nanny nodded in the bush,and shouted 'hurrah!' with the rest.""But that is no fairy tale," said the little boy, who was listening to thestory."The thing is, you must understand it," said the narrator; "let us ask oldNanny.""That was no fairy tale, 'tis true," said old Nanny; "but now it's coming. Themost wonderful fairy tales grow out of that which is reality; were that notthe case, you know, my magnificent Elderbush could not have grown out of thetea-pot." And then she took the little boy out of bed, laid him on her bosom,and the branches of the Elder Tree, full of flowers, closed around her. Theysat in an aerial dwelling, and it flew with them through the air. Oh, it waswondrous beautiful! Old Nanny had grown all of a sudden a young and prettymaiden; but her robe was still the same green stuff with white flowers, whichshe had worn before. On her bosom she had a real Elderflower, and in heryellow waving hair a wreath of the flowers; her eyes were so large and bluethat it was a pleasure to look at them; she kissed the boy, and now they wereof the same age and felt alike.Hand in hand they went out of the bower, and they were standing in thebeautiful garden of their home. Near the green lawn papa's walking-stick wastied, and for the little ones it seemed to be endowed with life; for as soonas they got astride it, the round polished knob was turned into a magnificentneighing head, a long black mane fluttered in the breeze, and four slender yetstrong legs shot out. The animal was strong and handsome, and away they wentat full gallop round the lawn."Huzza! Now we are riding miles off," said the boy. "We are riding away tothe castle where we were last year!"And on they rode round the grass-plot; and the little maiden, who, we know,was no one else but old Nanny, kept on crying out, "Now we are in the country!Don't you see the farm-house yonder? And there is an Elder Tree standingbeside it; and the cock is scraping away the earth for the hens, look, how hestruts! And now we are close to the church. It lies high upon the hill,between the large oak-trees, one of which is half decayed. And now we are bythe smithy, where the fire is blazing, and where the half-naked men arebanging with their hammers till the sparks fly about. Away! away! To thebeautiful country-seat!"And all that the little maiden, who sat behind on the stick, spoke of, flew byin reality. The boy saw it all, and yet they were only going round thegrass-plot. Then they played in a side avenue, and marked out a little gardenon the earth; and they took Elder-blossoms from their hair, planted them, andthey grew just like those the old people planted when they were children, asrelated before. They went hand in hand, as the old people had done when theywere children; but not to the Round Tower, or to Friedericksberg; no, thelittle damsel wound her arms round the boy, and then they flew far awaythrough all Denmark. And spring came, and summer; and then it was autumn, andthen winter; and a thousand pictures were reflected in the eye and in theheart of the boy; and the little girl always sang to him, "This you will neverforget." And during their whole flight the Elder Tree smelt so sweet andodorous; he remarked the roses and the fresh beeches, but the Elder Tree had amore wondrous fragrance, for its flowers hung on the breast of the littlemaiden; and there, too, did he often lay his head during the flight."It is lovely here in spring!" said the young maiden. And they stood in abeech-wood that had just put on its first green, where the woodroof* at theirfeet sent forth its fragrance, and the pale-red anemony looked so pretty amongthe verdure. "Oh, would it were always spring in the sweetly-smelling Danishbeech-forests!"* Asperula odorata."It is lovely here in summer!" said she. And she flew past old castles ofby-gone days of chivalry, where the red walls and the embattled gables weremirrored in the canal, where the swans were swimming, and peered up into theold cool avenues. In the fields the corn was waving like the sea; in theditches red and yellow flowers were growing; while wild-drone flowers, andblooming convolvuluses were creeping in the hedges; and towards evening themoon rose round and large, and the haycocks in the meadows smelt so sweetly."This one never forgets!""It is lovely here in autumn!" said the little maiden. And suddenly theatmosphere grew as blue again as before; the forest grew red, and green, andyellow-colored. The dogs came leaping along, and whole flocks of wild-fowlflew over the cairn, where blackberry-bushes were hanging round the oldstones. The sea was dark blue, covered with ships full of white sails; and inthe barn old women, maidens, and children were sitting picking hops into alarge cask; the young sang songs, but the old told fairy tales ofmountain-sprites and soothsayers. Nothing could be more charming."It is delightful here in winter!" said the little maiden. And all the treeswere covered with hoar-frost; they looked like white corals; the snow crackledunder foot, as if one had new boots on; and one falling star after the otherwas seen in the sky. The Christmas-tree was lighted in the room; presents werethere, and good-humor reigned. In the country the violin sounded in the roomof the peasant; the newly-baked cakes were attacked; even the poorest childsaid, "It is really delightful here in winter!"Yes, it was delightful; and the little maiden showed the boy everything; andthe Elder Tree still was fragrant, and the red flag, with the white cross, wasstill waving: the flag under which the old seaman in the New Booths hadsailed. And the boy grew up to be a lad, and was to go forth in the wideworld-far, far away to warm lands, where the coffee-tree grows; but at hisdeparture the little maiden took an Elder-blossom from her bosom, andgave it him to keep; and it was placed between the leaves of his Prayer-Book;and when in foreign lands he opened the book, it was always at the place wherethe keepsake-flower lay; and the more he looked at it, the fresher it became;he felt as it were, the fragrance of the Danish groves; and from among theleaves of the flowers he could distinctly see the little maiden, peeping forthwith her bright blue eyes--and then she whispered, "It is delightful here inSpring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter"; and a hundred visions glided before hismind.Thus passed many years, and he was now an old man, and sat with his old wifeunder the blooming tree. They held each other by the hand, as the oldgrand-father and grand-mother yonder in the New Booths did, and they talkedexactly like them of old times, and of the fiftieth anniversary of theirwedding. The little maiden, with the blue eyes, and with Elder-blossoms in herhair, sat in the tree, nodded to both of them, and said, "To-day is thefiftieth anniversary!" And then she took two flowers out of her hair, andkissed them. First, they shone like silver, then like gold; and when they laidthem on the heads of the old people, each flower became a golden crown. Sothere they both sat, like a king and a queen, under the fragrant tree, thatlooked exactly like an elder: the old man told his wife the story of "OldNanny," as it had been told him when a boy. And it seemed to both of them itcontained much that resembled their own history; and those parts that werelike it pleased them best."Thus it is," said the little maiden in the tree, "some call me 'Old Nanny,'others a 'Dryad,' but, in reality, my name is 'Remembrance'; 'tis I who sit inthe tree that grows and grows! I can remember; I can tell things! Let me seeif you have my flower still?"And the old man opened his Prayer-Book. There lay the Elder-blossom, as freshas if it had been placed there but a short time before; and Remembrancenodded, and the old people, decked with crowns of gold, sat in the flush ofthe evening sun. They closed their eyes, and--and--! Yes, that's the end ofthe story!The little boy lay in his bed; he did not know if he had dreamed or not, or ifhe had been listening while someone told him the story. The tea-pot wasstanding on the table, but no Elder Tree was growing out of it! And the oldman, who had been talking, was just on the point of going out at the door, andhe did go."How splendid that was!" said the little boy. "Mother, I have been to warmcountries.""So I should think," said his mother. "When one has drunk two good cupfuls ofElder-flower tea, 'tis likely enough one goes into warm climates"; and shetucked him up nicely, least he should take cold. "You have had a good sleepwhile I have been sitting here, and arguing with him whether it was a story ora fairy tale.""And where is old Nanny?" asked the little boy."In the tea-pot," said his mother; "and there she may remain." Article/200710/18306。
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