Dear teacher,
We'll have a class meeting this afternoon. All of us students hope that you can attend it. Please accept our sincere invitation. I
n the class meeting, we will make some plans about all the subjects, including English. We do have some puzzles and we need your help. So we hope you can set some time aside to be with us in the class meeting. We will feel honored if you can come to attend our class meeting.
Looking forward to your coming.
Yours
XXX
总会有那么些温暖的星一直守望在月的身旁,就看你有没有发现他们。
——题记
夏天傍晚,独自漫步在孤寂狭长的走廊,望着天边那抹红晕逐渐染上冰凉的微蓝色,一轮冰冷的月不知不觉间引入了我的眼帘,而那藏蓄已久的苦涩也开始肆虐地蔓延。
在记忆的长河中,回想起我的童年,那是一幅幅五彩缤纷的画卷,我慢慢地翻开了一页又一页精彩的回忆。
“哇——哇——”仔细的你们听,从哪儿传来了一阵阵哭声呢?
在我5岁的一个下午,我在爸爸旁边目不转睛地盯着他刮胡子,听着“沙沙沙”的交响曲,我不禁羡慕起来,心想:要是我也有胡子那就好了。于是,我蹑手蹑脚地搬了一把小椅子,像个小偷似的左顾右盼,生怕被别人看见。突然,爸爸大摇大摆地走了出来,我吓得双腿发抖,爸爸又走进了客厅,我长松了一口气,跑进房间,把手伸得老直,才把胡须刀给拿了下来,我看着小巧玲珑的胡须刀,心里充满了激动与好奇。
我打开胡须刀,正要刮胡子,一摸下巴,傻眼了,我哪有什么胡子啊,我哪里还有毛毛呢?哦——对了,眉毛也是毛。我什么都没想,“吱——”的一声,大功告成,我走到镜子前,想展示我英俊的风姿,可是,我的眉毛不见了,我着急了,哭着跑去客厅找爸爸,让他看我的“杰作”。
爸爸一眼大,一眼小的瞪着我,好想见到外星人是似的,过了一分钟,才想起要安慰我。之后,爸爸把胡须刀放得高高的,我就再也没有碰过胡须刀。
童年,是一串串彩色的泡泡,是一只只飞翔的蝴蝶,我在美梦中继续编织我的童年“毛衣”……
Dear Sir,
I am writing to seek your advice regarding which subject I should choose as my major, history or computer science. I am studying in the last year in high school now.
Next year, I hope that I will be able to enroll in your college. I began to take a special interest in history when I was a primary school student. I can still remember the historical stories my teachers told in class, so I was wondering if I should continue to study in your college. However, several days age, one of my friends told me that computer science is more popular nowadays.
As a matter of fact, many jobs need IT skills. I was advised that it’s more important to find a job than merely to satisfy personal interest. Therefore, it is now very hard for me to decide which subject I should choose. Must I give up my favorite subject and take employment need as a priority? I would be more than grateful to you if could tell me your advice about this. Your early reply would be highly appreciated.
Yours faithfully
Wang Rutao
早晨,天空刚刚有一点熹微的白色。
深秋的晨露在瑟索的冷风中凝成了严霜,白茫茫的一片,分外萧条。
湖上,芦花飘荡,时而扬在秋风里,时而跌落水面上,激不起丝丝涟漪,却无奈地染白了秋水。
岸边,有一男子,独自立于严霜中,望着芦花掩映的湖水,神情漠然,无一丝流动的气息,只是孤独的站着,好似在守候着什么。
对岸,芦花丛外,隐隐约约有一座房屋,浅浅的瓦,淡淡的墙,在纷飞的芦花映衬下,也有了些许不食人间烟火的味道。或许这座房屋里住着一个风姿绰约娉婷玉立同样不食人间烟火的女子,而她,或许不知此刻在芦花飞舞,银霜凝成一片惨淡的时节,对岸有一个愿倾其一生来守护她的痴心人。
他与她,一个在岸边,一个在水中央,可望不可即呵......
芦苇依旧那么多,优雅地随风飘,舒展着纤细的腰肢。大片大片的白霜渐渐融成了浅露,雾气生起,他依旧是站在哪儿,没有别的神情,也无别的动作,眉宇之间,刻画着——坚定。
对岸的房屋,在一片朦胧中变得更加隐约,恍若是海市蜃楼一般,是真实的梦境。她在梦里,可是她是否知道呢?
他与她,一个在岸边,一个在水中坻,近了,但是仍然隔着一片湖。秋天,芦花飘荡,模糊了彼此的视线。
我,是一座烽火台。
我,是一座在剑门关前的烽火台。
我,是一座在剑门关前守望着脚下土地的.烽火台。
在我的身上,无数的英雄用他们的鲜血写下至死不谕的誓言,那无止息的此起彼伏的怒吼将峭壁上还未消融的积雪都震落。兵戈相拨,山壁已被染成洗不尽的暗红;金甲未脱,战场上的一瞬间便是一生;霜重鼓寒,牧羊人吹起了那一首折柳曲,一滴浊泪在军令上湿了那个“家”字。
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