Prisoners of War?
Thousands of war prisoners were kept in captivity in the bulky camp. They lived in clutter and had to deal with chore. They must show categorical obedience or else receive caustic chiding. The guarding officers censure them very often, as well as clamoring carnal punishments. Some captives got bruise and clots all over. Male prisoners lost their collaterals and female ones fail to keep chaste.??
They wear burnished canvas, and rested in circumscribed room with small capacity and caliber. They chafe each other and brawled frequently. They were chary of moving and can hardly budge. Their situations captivated lots of reporters, who castigated the government with cogent proof. However, the government gave bombastic data and bragged about the conditions in the camps.??
After the calamity of war ceased, large numbers of captives were longing for the boon of brisk free life. According to a clandestine bond between the two canny governments, a process of exchanging captives will soon commence. This is considered as opening a cleft in the clogged wall between the two countries.
Mahatma Gandhi
Gandhi was the peerless precursor of India national independence movement as well as a provident politician with prodigious probity. Grown up in penury, he was a pious posterity of the Indian people and had no prodigal penchants.
Fighting for the perennial independence of India, Gandhi is propped by many followers. He told them to keep placid and proscribed violence which may pervert people, for he knew profoundly, if that prevails, their prestige would be profaned and the movement would fall in plight. As a result, he kept placating his followers by plotting petitions with percussions and pleaded with the British colonists with propriety to accept their plausible proposals. Local governors professed his process permissible, and his minions proliferated.
As Gandhi’s propensity to become independent protruded and his profuse methods of struggle protracted, the colonists were prodded and pensive. They fear that the poise would be broken and fights would pervade. So they prosecuted Gandhi for pilferage of poultries and plunged the plaintiff into the penal jail. The jail keeper was prone to sympathy and made special food provision for Gandhi by pecking the jail wall. Their precious proximity was not perpetuated. Soon the keeper was precluded from touching Gandhi and Gandhi lost his preference.??
A prolific playwright wrote a play about Gandhi with pertinent topic recently. In the prelude of the play he premised that Gandhi was still alive. When the play was on, it precipitated and the perspective of the city’s profile became picturesque.
短短的初中三年的时光已如风般悄然逝去,而那些青春的回忆,却永远留在了我的心底。每当独自一人时,眼前总会像放电影一样,闪现出曾经的一幕幕,或是某一次运动会,或是一次小小的争吵,或是一次和老师的短短谈话,亦或只是一次的简简单单的几句调侃...
在初中,我们的班几乎被公认为是全年级最乱的`一个班,因为我们班经常出现打架事件,或有些坏事总能牵扯到我们班,而我们的平均成绩也总是倒数(即使班里有几个顶梁的精英。除此之外,我们班的风气似乎是最不好的,在初一时曾几次众人抵制班主任,黑板上写满了尖锐的字眼;在一次两个班之间的拔河比赛中,我们故意输给别人好让班主任难堪...
但有时我们班同学的行动也是别的班所想不到的。
在初二时,我们换了个班主任,也是教英语的,她是个很要强的老师。但有一次,她竟被我们气哭了。我记得很清楚,他的眼睛通红,但却有强忍着不让眼泪掉下来,说了几句话,然后就跑出了教室。与平常不同,教室里静得出奇,几乎听得见自己的心跳声。接着,两个班长互相低声说了点儿什么,然后也慢慢走出了教室...
后来的几节英语课,老师仍每节课都准时出现,只是不像从前那么有激情了...
几天后,正巧是圣诞节。不知是谁发起的,买了棵圣诞树,装饰得挺漂亮,上面还挂了一个圣诞果,班里所有的人都在上面签了字,还附了一封信,由两个班长送到班主任办公室...
美好的初中生活,留下了许多美好的回忆,他们将被我藏在心底,直到...永远...
The Lord and the Hermit
Once upon a time there was a rapacious lord. He was relentless to his tenants and quelled them by placing quotas to their living condition. Soon he collected quantitatively great revenue and lived in a radiate palace. He was also renowned for his queer clothes.
One day the lord’s disease relapsed, so he rallied his subordinates for help. One of them said: “I’ve heard of a recluse who knows regimen well residing nearby. Why not visit his residence for help?” Another retorted: “Be prudent, maybe it is only a rumor.” But the rash lord was filled with rapture and ratified the visiting plan.??
On the next Sunday, the lord purged himself, held a quaint rite and started for the hermit’s home. They passed rugged rustic passages full of paddles and the lord almost recoiled. Finally they arrived. The lord felt disappointed at the recluse’s reception, but he wouldn’t relinquish the chance and talked to the hermit with reverence.
The hermit ruminated and reverted to the main topic in a pungent voice: “I’ve heard lots of your ravenous deeds. You retract the land you’ve distributed to the farmers and order them to redeem their land. You must redress your guilt and rehabilitate their freedom. Reimburse their respective debts and build refuge for them. You can retain the residue of your property.”??
The lord was reluctant to renounce his wealth and be rent from his palace. He rebuked: “Your advice is too reckless. I’m resolute not to accept it.”
“Why so repulsive? You cannot repudiate my words.” The hermit reiterated his suggestion and its resonance echoed. “Remit their taxes with rebates, or a riot is imminent.”
The lord again refuted. At last he went back in remorse.
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