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.
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.
现在,已经是2015年的12月份了。屈指一算,来到初中已经有三个月了,离别小学已有半年了。今天,我忍不住翻出“珍藏屋”里的小学毕业纪念册和同学录,看了看,眼泪直在眼睛里打转……
翻开纪念册第一页,我看到了小学的老师,他们微笑着,我便觉得他们那么美,那没帅!随后,翻开了我们班的那一页。我们班57名同学都微笑着,但他们心里,可能谁也不想和三年的同学、朋友分别吧!这是,我看到了我的好朋友,也是我的好姐妹,我们三站在一起,笑着,表面很轻松,心里谁又不好受。不知怎么,我想起了放假那天,也就是我们离别的日子,那天早上考完试,我的一个好姐妹送了我一张卡纸,上面写着:“我的好朋友,今天我们即将离别,请不要难过,今天的离别是为了以后的相聚!我相信,等到了中学,我们依然会见面,我们依然做最好的姐妹。如果幸运,我们还能做三年的同学。我希望你好好学习,不辜负大家对你的期望。在我心里,你永远是我的好妹妹!你要永远记住我。你的同学及朋友:×××。”那时我在睡午觉时看,看了以后,我的泪水快把枕头给浸湿了,我当时特别感动,我感觉我交对朋友了!之后,我也写了一张卡给她:“我的好姐姐,谢谢你在这三年里对我的照顾,虽说是在学校,但只要我有困难,你总是第一个伸出援助的手,把我从深渊解救出来。我也相信,我两还会再见面,还做姐妹!”就这样,我们不情愿的分别了。放假第二天,我们同学组织同学聚会,但我却没看到好朋友的身影,我很失落,但我那天很开心,因为那天我得到了很多惊喜!
看完纪念册,我翻开了记录着同学们爱好等等很多东西。我特别注意的是同学们对我的看法和留言,看了以后,我依然是满满的感动,有的同学说,你很萌;有的同学说,你很可爱;还有的同学说,你是一个学习不一般的女子……同学们给我的留言也很多,希望你好好学习;以后我们我依然做姐妹;我不能忘记你,你也不能忘记我哟……我也非常感动!
记得在我生日那天,我收到了很多来自朋友,同学的问候,一句句“生日快乐”又让我眼泪哗哗直流,都过去那么久了,同学们依然记得我的生日,给我送上祝福。这件事我一定牢牢记在心上!
虽然现在我已经是个初中生了,已经离别小学了,但我依然是小学时那个活泼的我。小学六年,深深记忆在我脑海里,永远也无法抹去,就让这六年的时光,成为我的美好的回忆吧!
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