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Memory Lane Isn't What It Used to Be
About this time every year,I get very nostalgic.Walking through my neighorhooon a fall afternoon reminds me of a time not too long ago when sounds of children filled the air,children playing games on a hill,and throwing leaves around in the street below,I was one of those children,carefree and happy.I live on a street that is only one block long.I have lived on the same street for sixteen years.I love my street.One side has six houses on it,and the other has only two houses,with a small hill in the middle and a huge cottonwood tree on one end.When I think of home,I think of my street,only I see it as it was before.Unfortunately,things change.One day,not long ago,I looked around and saw how different everything has become.Life on my street will never be the same because neighbors are quickly growing old,friends are growing up and leaving,and the city is planning to destroy my precious hill and sell the property to contractors. (wow power leveling,)

It is hard for me to accept that many of my wonderful neighbors are growing old and won't be around much longer.I have fond memories of the couple across the street,who sat together on their porch swing almost every evening,the widow next door who yelled at my brother and me for being too loud,and the crazy old man in a black suit who drove an old car.In contrast to those people,the people I see today are very old neighbors who have seen better days.The man in the black suit says he wants to die,and another neighbor just sold his house and moved into a nursing home.The lady who used to yell at us is too tired to bother anymore,and the couple across the street rarely go out to their front porch these days.It is dufficult to watch these precious people as they near the end of their lives because at one time I thought they would live forever. (wow gold,)

The "comings and goings" of the younger generation of my street are now mostly "goings" as friends and peers move on.Once upon a time,my life and the lives of my peers revolved aroung home.The boundary of our world was the gutter at the end of the street. (world of warcraft power leveling,) We got pleasure from playing night games,or from a breathtaking ride on a tricycle.Things are different now,as my friends become adults and move on.Children who rode tricycles now drive cars.The kids who once played with me now have new interests and values as they go their separate ways.Some have gone away to college,a few got married,two went into the army,and one went to prison.Watching all these people grow up and go away only makes me long for the good old days.

Perhaps the biggest change on my street is the fact that the city is going to turn my precious hill into several lots for new homes.For sixteen years,the view out of my kitchen window has been a view of that hill.The hill was a fundamental part of my childhood life; it was the hub of social activity for the children of my street.We spent hours there building forts,sledding,and playing tag.The view out my kitchen window now is very different; it is one of tractors and dump trucks tearing up the hill.When the hill goes,the neighborhood will not be the same.It is a piece of my childhood.It is a visual reminder of being a kid. Without the hill,my street will just another pea in the pod. (world of warcraft gold,)

There was a time when my street was my world,and I thought my world would never change.But something happened. People grow up,and people grow old.Places change,and with the change comes the heartache of knowing I can never go back to the times I loved.In a year or so, I will be gone just like many of my neighbors. I will always look back to my years as a child,but the place I remember will not be the silent street whose peace is interrupted by the sounds of construction.It will be the happy ,noisy,somewhat strange,but wonderfull street I knew as a child.

夏天的飞鸟，飞到我的窗前唱歌，又飞去了。秋天的黄叶，它们没有什么可唱，只叹息一声，飞落在那里。

Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have

no songs, flutter and fall, there with a sign.
　　
世界上的一队小小的漂泊者呀，请留下你们的足印在我的文字里。
　　
A troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words.

世界对着它的爱人，把它浩翰的面具揭下了。它变小了，小如一首歌，小如一回永恒的接吻。
　　
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the

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是大地的泪点，使她的微笑保持着青春不谢。
　　
It is the tears of the earth that keep here smiles in bloom.


无垠的沙漠热烈追求一叶绿草的爱，她摇摇头笑着飞开了。
　　
The mighty desert is burning for the love of a bladeof grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies

away.

如果你因失去了太阳而流泪，那么你也将失去群星了。
　　
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.

跳舞着的流水呀，在你途中的泥沙，要求你的歌声，你的流动呢。你肯挟瘸足的泥沙而俱下么？
　　
The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. will you carry the burden of

their lameness?
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她的热切的脸，如夜雨似的，搅扰着我的梦魂。
　　
Her wishful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.

有一次，我们梦见大家都是不相识的。我们醒了，却知道我们原是相亲相爱的。
　　
Once we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.

忧思在我的心里平静下去，正如暮色降临在寂静的山林中。
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Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees.

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... You see that big nail to the right of the front door? I can scarcely look at it even now and yet I could not bear to take it out. I should like to think it was there always even after my time. I sometimes hear the next people saying, “There must have been a cage hanging from there.” And it comforts me. I feel he is not quite forgotten. world of warcraft gold

　　... You cannot imagine how wonderfully he sang. It was not like the singing of other canaries. And that isn't just my fancy. Often, from the window I used to see people stop at the gate to listen, or they would lean over the fence by the mock-orange2) for quite a long time — carried away. I suppose it sounds absurd to you — it wouldn't if you had heard him — but it really seemed to me he sang whole songs, with a beginning and an end to them.

　　For instance, when I finished the house in the afternoon, and changed my blouse and brought my sewing on the verandah3) here, he used to hop, hop, hop from one perch4) to the other, tap against the bars as if to attract my attention, sip a little water, just as a professional singer might, and then break into a song so exquisite5) that I had to put my needle down to listen to him. I can't describe it; I wish I could. But it was always the same, every afternoon, and I felt that I understood every note of it.

　　... I loved him. How I loved him! Perhaps it does not matter so very much what it is one loves in this world. But love something one must! Of course there was always my little house and the garden, but for some reason they were never enough. Flowers respond wonderfully, but they don't sympathize. Then I loved the evening star. Does that sound ridiculous? I used to go into the backyard, after sunset, and wait for it until it shone above the dark gum tree. I used to whisper, “There you are, my darling.” And just in that first moment it seemed to be shining for me alone. It seemed to understand this... something which is like longing, and yet it is not longing. Or regret — it is more like regret. And yet regret for what? I have much to be thankful for!

　　... But after he came into my life I forgot the evening star; I did not need it any more. But it was strange. When the Chinaman who came to the door with birds to sell held him up in his tiny cage, and instead of fluttering6), fluttering, like the poor little goldfinches7), he gave a faint, small chirp8). I found myself saying, just as I had said to the star over the gum tree, “There your are, my darling.” From that moment he was mine! cheap wow gold

　　... It surprises even me now to remember how he and I shared each other's lives. The moment I came down in the morning and took the cloth off his cage he greeted me with a drowsy9) little note. I knew it meant “Missus10)! Missus!” Then I hung him on the nail outside while I got my three young men their breakfasts, and I never brought him in, to do his cage, until we had the house to ourselves again. Then, when the washing-up was done, it was quite a little entertainment. I spread a newspaper over a corner of the table and when I put the cage on it he used to beat with his wings, despairingly, as if he didn't know what was coming. “You're a regular little actor,” I used to scold him. I scraped, dusted it with fresh sand, filled his seed and water tins, tucked a piece of chickweed11) and half a chili12) between the bars. And I am perfectly certain he understood and appreciated every item of this little performance. You see by nature he was exquisitely neat. There was never a speck13) on his perch. And you'd only to see him enjoy his bath to realise he had a real small passion for cleanliness. His bath was put in last. And themoment it was in he positively leapt into it. First he fluttered one wing, then the other, then he ducked his head and dabbled14) his breast feathers. Drops of water were scattered all over the kitchen, but still he would not get out. I used to say to him, “Now that's quite enough. You're only showing off.” And at last out he hopped and standing on one leg he began to peck himself dry. Finally he gave a shake, a flick15), a twitter16) and he lifted his throat — Oh, I can hardly bear to recall it. I was always cleaning the knives by then. And it almost seemed to me the knives sang too, as I rubbed them bright on the board. (buy wow gold)

　　... Company, you see, that was what he was. Perfect company. If you have lived alone you will realize how precious that is. Of course there were my three young men who came in to supper every evening, and sometimes they stayed in the dining-room afterwards reading the paper. But I could not expect them to be interested in the little things that made my day. Why should they be? I was nothing to them. In fact, I overheard them one evening talking about me on the stairs as “the Scarecrow17)”. No matter. It doesn't matter. Not in the least. I quite understand. They are young. Why should I mind? But I remember feeling so especially thankful that I was not quite alone that evening. I told him, after they had gone. I said, “Do you know what they call Missus?” And he put his head on one side and looked at me with his little bright eye until I could not help laughing. It seemed to amuse him.

　　... Have you kept birds? If you haven't, all this must sound, perhaps, exaggerated. People have the idea that birds are heartless, cold little creatures, not like dogs or cats. My washerwoman used to say every Monday when she wondered why I didn't keep “a nice fox terrier”, “There's no comfort, Miss, in a canary.” Untrue! Dreadfully untrue! I remember one night. I had had a very awful dream — dreams can be terribly cruel — even after I had woken up I could not get over it. So I put on my dressing-gown and came down to the kitchen for a glass of water. It was a winter night and raining hard. I suppose I was half asleep still, but through the kitchen window that hadn't a blind, it seemed to me the dark was staring in, spying. And suddenly I felt it was unbearable that I had no one to whom I could say, “I've had such a dreadful dream,” or — “Hide me from the dark.” I even covered my face for a minute. And then there came a little“Sweet! Sweet!” His cage was on the table, and the cloth had slipped so that a chink18) of light shone through. “Sweet! Sweet!” said the darling little fellow again, softly, as much as to say, “I'm here, Missus. I'm here!” That was so beautifully comforting that I nearly cried. (world of warcraft gold)

　　... And now he's gone. I shall never have another bird, another pet of any kind. How could I? When I found him, lying on his back, with his eye dim and his claws wrung, when I realised that never again should I hear my darling sing, something seemed to die in me. My breast felt hollow, as if it was his cage. I shall get over it. Of course. I must. One can get over anything in time. And people always say I have a cheerful disposition. They are quite right. I thank God I have.

　　... All the same, without being morbid19), or giving way to — to memories and so on, I must confess that there does seem to me something sad in life. It is hard to say what it is. I don't mean the sorrow that we all know, like illness and poverty and death. No, it is something different. It is there, deep down, deep down, part of one, like one's breathing. However hard I work and tire myself I have only to stop to know it is there, waiting. I often wonder if everybody feels the same. One can never know. But isn't it extraordinary that under his sweet, joyful little singing it was just this — sadness? — Ah, what is it? — that I heard.

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Conversation In A Restaurant

1.What kind of food do you prefer？

　　2.Do you like Chinese food？

　　3.What kind of food do you like，Chinese or American？

　　4.Would you tell me where the Chinese restaurant is ？

　　5.Do you know where I can get a quick snack？

　　6.What would you have for dinner？

　　7.What would you like to order？

　　8.Have you ordered yet？
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　　9.No，not yet，I am waiting for a friend.I will order later.

　　10.What would you recommend？

　　11.What''s your today’s special？

　　12.I would like to have something simple.

　　13.What will you have for dessert？

　　14.We are in a hurry.

　　15.Please rush your orders.

　　16.The beefsteak is very good today.

　　17.I will take the beefsteak.
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　　18.How would you like to have beefsteak，well-done or rare？

　　19.I would like my beefsteak well done.

　　20.How about a drink？

　　21.Bottoms up！

　　22.To your health！

　　23.I ask you to join me in drinking to the health of Mr.Chen.

　　24.I ask you to join me in drinking to the future success of our cooperation

　　25.I''m looking for a cheap place to eat.

　　26.Is there a restaurant near here？
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　　27.Can you recommend me a good restaurant？

　　28.Is there a Chinese restaurant in this town？

　　29.Can you show me a restaurant where they serve good food at reasonable prices？

　　30.How is service？

　　31.Could I have the menu，please？

　　32.Here is the menu，sir.

　　33.Are you ready to order now？

　　34.Where did you have dinner last night？
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　　35.Do you like Chinese dishes？

　　36.It''s very delicious.

　　37.The food is too salty.

　　38.I''m thirsty.

　　39.Give me a glass of cold water，please.

　　40.I''m on a diet.

　　41.I don''t feel like eating more.

　　42.It was a very enjoyable dinner.
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　　43.What would you like to drink？

　　44.Could I have a cup of coffee？

　　45.Would you like coffee or tea？

　　46.I would like tea with a slice of lemon，please.

　　47.Do you like to have anything else？

　　48.No，thanks.I have had enough.

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　　50.Help yourself to anything you like.

　
Conversation In A Restaurant

There was once a little girl who was very pretty and delicate, but in summer she was forced to run about with

bare feet, she was so poor, and in winterwear very large wooden shoes, which made her little insteps quite red,

andthat looked so dangerous!

In the middle of the village lived old Dame Shoemaker; she sat and sewedtogether, as well as she could, a little

pair of shoes out of old red stripsof cloth; they were very clumsy, but it was a kind thought. They were meantfor

the little girl. The little girl was called Karen.

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"Here, give me the little girl. I will adopt her!"And Karen believed all this happened on account of the red

shoes, but the oldlady thought they were horrible, and they were burnt. But Karen herself wascleanly and nicely

dressed; she must learn to read and sew; and people saidshe was a nice little thing, but the looking-glass said:

"Thou art more thannice, thou art beautiful!"Now the queen once travelled through the land, and she had her

little daughterwith her. And this little daughter was a princess, and people streamed to thecastle, and Karen was

there also, and the little princess stood in her finewhite dress, in a window, and let herself be stared at; she

had neither atrain nor a golden crown, but splendid red morocco shoes. They were certainlyfar handsomer than

those Dame Shoemaker had made for little Karen. Nothing inthe world can be compared with red shoes.

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Now Karen was old enough to be confirmed; she had new clothes and was to havenew shoes also. The rich shoemaker

in the city took the measure of her littlefoot. This took place at his house, in his room; where stood

largeglass-cases, filled with elegant shoes and brilliant boots. All this lookedcharming, but the old lady could

not see well, and so had no pleasure in them.

"That must be patent leather!" said the old lady. "They shine so!""Yes, they shine!" said Karen, and they fitted,

and were bought, but the oldlady knew nothing about their being red, else she would never have allowedKaren to

have gone in red shoes to be confirmed. Yet such was the case.

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Everybody looked at her feet; and when she stepped through the chancel door onthe church pavement, it seemed to

her as if the old figures on the tombs,those portraits of old preachers and preachers' wives, with stiff ruffs,

andlong black dresses, fixed their eyes on her red shoes. And she thought only ofthem as the clergyman laid his

hand upon her head, and spoke of the holybaptism, of the covenant with God, and how she should be now a

maturedChristian; and the organ pealed so solemnly; the sweet children's voices sang,and the old music-directors

sang, but Karen only thought of her red shoes.

In the afternoon, the old lady heard from everyone that the shoes had beenred, and she said that it was very

wrong of Karen, that it was not at allbecoming, and that in future Karen should only go in black shoes to

church,even when she should be older.

The next Sunday there was the sacrament, and Karen looked at the black shoes,looked at the red ones--looked at

them again, and put on the red shoes.

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The sun shone gloriously; Karen and the old lady walked along the path throughthe corn; it was rather dusty

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And all the people in the church looked at Karen's red shoes, and all thepictures, and as Karen knelt before the

altar, and raised the cup to herlips, she only thought of the red shoes, and they seemed to swim in it; andshe

forgot to sing her psalm, and she forgot to pray, "Our Father in Heaven!"Now all the people went out of church,

and the old lady got into her carriage.

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Karen raised her foot to get in after her, when the old soldier said,"Look, what beautiful dancing shoes!"And

Karen could not help dancing a step or two, and when she began her feetcontinued to dance; it was just as though

the shoes had power over them. Shedanced round the church corner, she could not leave off; the coachman

wasobliged to run after and catch hold of her, and he lifted her in the carriage,but her feet continued to dance

so that she trod on the old lady dreadfully.

The congregation sat in cushioned seats, and sang out of their Prayer-Books.

And the organ pealed, and the children's voices in the choir sounded so sweetand soft! The clear sunshine

streamed so warmly through the window into thepew where Karen sat! Her heart was so full of sunshine, peace, and

joy, thatit broke. Her soul flew on the sunshine to God, and there no one asked afterthe RED SHOES.

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