穿旧了的

She had no way to go to take care of them, one down to earth exploded - without an "oh" that the pursuit of love, or Sally really find Sally, but love in another prison. But even in the United States after the latino hard, the book still reveal about the future of beautiful dreams and hopes. Evan LangSha spezia, want to leave mango street have a house of my own, want to find yourself to the sweet chains, to help more people find happiness... When you read her teenage little secret, whether YiZheng suddenly, then said musingly:"ah, be like me so." When I read the book in the lamp under small delicate, it seems from books out an elf, just like my favorite fairy tale, Peter pan, never island fairy, gently leap from my mind, salvage one old yellow, almost forgotten memory. So I made an illusion, like a young restore that once. When saw lang and essien spezia on her sister in the streets of the old shoes mooning, I think before age eight steal wear dad suit in front of the mirror is to imagine yourself as CEO of companies, she added, Cathy cat and queen of Egypt circles the only large friends and Sally like white crane son as pure between the friendship. Timid her cry in dining-room ate rice sandwich inside, Side mirror where film actress lips red... I glanced limpid stream of the summer as a pebble, fingers touched by watching the lamp of barley bread baking ovens, warmth, the paper seems to have touched the memory, eager to grow, and find me for my friendship, love, though I meditate on the mirror of me...

当看到埃斯佩朗莎和妹妹穿着妈妈的旧高跟鞋在大街上乱逛；我想到以前8岁时偷穿爸爸的西装在镜子前一边想象自己是某家公司的CEO，她和猫皇后凯茜、描埃及眼圈的萨丽以及唯一的大朋友鹭鸶儿之间像白纸一样单纯的友谊；胆小的她在餐厅里边哭边吃米饭三明治；一边照镜子一边想象电影中嘴唇红红的女主角……我的目光掠过清澈得像盛夏溪底的鹅卵石般的文字，指尖拂过被台灯注视过的、烘炉里的大麦面包一样温暖的纸页，似乎又触摸到了记忆里的那个，渴望长大的我，觅寻友情的我，怯弱的我，爱对着镜子冥想的我……细细咀嚼回忆，微笑不知不觉从嘴角泻出。

They left it to wind through a slashy cut, leading the horses through brittle branchwood, Jack, the same eagle feather in his old hat, lifting his head in the heated noon to take the air scented with resinous lodgepole, the dry needle duff and hot rock, bitter juniper crushed beneath the horses' hooves.

他们就不走正道了，带着马穿树丛。杰克，头上戴着顶插着那片鹰羽的旧帽，仰头呼吸空气，空气中充满各种味道，灌木树脂的，干的落叶松的，烫的岩石的，还有马蹄下黏的踩碎的苦松针的。

When saw lang and essien spezia on her sister in the streets of the old shoes mooning, I think before age eight steal wear dad suit in front of the mirror is to imagine yourself as CEO of companies, she added, Cathy cat and queen of Egypt circles the only large friends and Sally like white crane son as pure between the friendship. Timid her cry in dining-room ate rice sandwich inside, Side mirror where film actress lips red... I glanced limpid stream of the summer as a pebble, fingers touched by watching the lamp of barley bread baking ovens, warmth, the paper seems to have touched the memory, eager to grow, and find me for my friendship, love, though I meditate on the mirror of me... Chew your memories, smiling mouth from diarrhoea unconsciously.

当看到埃斯佩朗莎和妹妹穿着妈妈的旧高跟鞋在大街上乱逛；我想到以前8岁时偷穿爸爸的西装在镜子前一边想象自己是某家公司的CEO，她和猫皇后凯茜、描埃及眼圈的萨丽以及唯一的大朋友鹭鸶儿之间像白纸一样单纯的友谊；胆小的她在餐厅里边哭边吃米饭三明治；一边照镜子一边想象电影中嘴唇红红的女主角……我的目光掠过清澈得像盛夏溪底的鹅卵石般的文字，指尖拂过被台灯注视过的、烘炉里的大麦面包一样温暖的纸页，似乎又触摸到了记忆里的那个，渴望长大的我，觅寻友情的我，怯弱的我，爱对着镜子冥想的我……细细咀嚼回忆，微笑不知不觉从嘴角泻出。

We have no common name for a mime of Sophron or Xenarchus and a Socratic Conversation; and we should still be without one even if the imitation in the two instances were in trimeters or elegiacs or some other kind of verse--though it is the way with people to tack on 'poet' to the name of a metre, and talk of elegiac-poets and epic-poets, thinking that they call them poets not by reason of the imitative nature of their work, but indiscriminately by reason of the metre they write in.

索夫农 、森那库斯和苏格拉底式的对话采用的模仿没有一个公共的名称；三音步诗、挽歌体或其他类型的诗的模仿也没有——人们把&诗人&这一名词和格律名称结合到一起，称之为挽歌体诗人或者史诗诗人，他们被称为诗人，似乎只是因为遵守格律写作，而非他们作品的模仿本质。

The relationship between communicative competence and grammar teaching should be that of the ends and the means.

交际能力和语法的关系应该是目标与途径的关系。