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What a fine day today !I’m very happy in this fine day . Beaucse today I don’t have to do my homework and I can play with my good friends .There is lots of snow now ，so we make a sonw man .That’s really intersting .We play with snow to about 6:30 .Of couse I must go home now. What a fan day !
翻译：多么好的天气阿！在这样的好天气里我十分高兴，正因这天我不用写作业，并且能够和兄弟姐妹们出去玩。那里此刻有很多雪，因此咱们堆了一个雪人。那真的很搞笑。咱们玩雪，一向到晚上6：30。当然此刻我务必回家了。 多么搞笑的一天啊！
Next week I would like to go to Kaifeng and parents. Kaifeng has many great snacks， such as steamed buns， sesame seed Gaul. Kaifeng also on the famous Qingming River Park， I think it has to be very beautiful. My parents will be opened to see my uncle and live in his house one night. 翻译：下周我要和父母去开封。开封有许多十分棒的小吃，比如小笼包子、高卢烧饼。开封还有著名的清明上河园，我想那必须十分的漂亮。我和父母将会在开封见到我的叔叔，并住在他家一晚。
Today we have gone to the zoo， plays very happy in there us. We saw the tiger lion elephant also has the peacock which I most like， in brief today is happiest day @ which I play.
翻译：这天咱们去了动物园，在那里咱们玩的很开心。咱们见到了老虎、狮子、大象还有我最钟爱的孔雀，总之这天是我玩的最开心的一天。
The end of the summer， should have a good rest! But my mother is very busy. As the daughter of course I want to help my mother to do some. Early in the morning I got up， washed the dishes， sweep the floor， cooking and so on， at noon， I tired， lying on the bed， fan fan， more fortable.
翻译：最后放暑假了，就应好好歇歇了！但是母亲很忙。作为女儿的我当然要帮母亲分担些了。一大清早的我就起来了，帮母亲洗碗，扫地，做饭等等，到了中午，我快累死了，往床上一躺，扇扇电风扇，舒服多了。
I live very happily today! In the morning， it is very fine! Then I climb the mountain with family， the air on the mountain is very fresh， the flowers plants and trees on the mountain all seem extremely beautiful. Coming back home in the evening， family and I sat and watched TV together， we are returning and eating the fruit while chatting， the whole family is happy and harmonious!
翻译：这天我过得十分开心！早上，天气十分好！于是我和家人一齐去登山，山上的空气十分清新，山上的花草树木都显得格外美丽。晚上回到家，我与家人坐在一齐看电视，咱们还一边聊天一边吃着水果，全家其乐融融！
Today， my sister and me to a dirty dog take a shower， sister to bring water， then used washbasin and soap， we first make the dog water wet， and then rubbed with soap and rub a rub， finally washed with clean water! The dog is white and beautiful!
翻译：这天，我和姐姐给脏脏的小狗洗澡，姐姐先拿来热水，然后再拿来脸盆和肥皂，咱们先把狗用水打湿，再擦上肥皂搓一搓，最后用清水洗干净！小狗变得又白又漂亮！
No sooner had the witer vacation begun than I returned to my native town. Of course I must make good use of it;.In the morning I reviewed my lessons and read newspapers or magazines. In the afternoon I played ball games with my friends or went fishing in the river. At night I watched television with my family. hardly had the clock on the wall struck ten when I went to bed.
翻译：寒假刚一开始，我就回故乡了。自然我须好好利用它。 早晨我复习功课并阅读报纸或杂志。下午我和兄弟姐妹打球，或去河中钓鱼。晚上我就和家人看看电视。墙上的钟刚敲十下，我就去睡觉了。
It was sunny and very hot today. I got up early and helped my parents cook breakfast. Then I washed the dishes and cleaned the room. After a short rest I did my homework in the morning. In the afternoon I went swimming in the nearest swimming pool with my friends. It was really cool to swim in such a hot day. I surfed the internet and read a storybook in the evening. I really had a busy and interesting day.
翻译：这天天气晴朗比较热。 我起得很早，帮父母做早饭。然后我洗碗打扫屋子。休息一会后我上午做作业。 下午我和兄弟姐妹去我家最近的游泳池游泳。 在如此炎热的夏天游泳的确很棒。 晚上我上网、看故事书。我这天很忙过得很搞笑。
Home to the floor dirty， my mother did not e home， I decided to sweep the floor. Say to work， I took a broom to clean， a dustbin full and take out the garbage. Although the waist is sour， people also tired， sweating sweat dripping， can see the clean floor， my heart is sweet
翻译：家里的地板脏了，母亲又没回家，我决定开始扫地。说干就干，我拿起扫把开始打扫，一看垃圾箱满了又去倒垃圾。虽说腰也酸了，人也累了，满头的汗水直往下淌，可看见干净的地板时，我的心里却是甜甜的`。
This morning I woke up at 6 o ’clock is to the kitchen for mom made a bowl of beef and tomato noodles， mother looked at me as she do breakfast is very happy， she finally put all eat noodles， very delicious， also say I grew up， not a kid， can look after himself， I listened also very happy.
翻译：这天早上我6点钟就醒来了然后到厨房为母亲做了一碗牛肉西红柿面，母亲看了我为她做的早饭很高兴，最后她把面条全部吃了，说很好吃，还说我长大了，不在是小孩了，能够自我照顾自我了，我听了也很开心。
I'm 16. The other night while I was busy thinking about important social issues, like what to do over the weekend, I overheard my parents talking about my future. My dad was upset—not the usual stuff that he and Mom worry about, like which college I'm going to, how far away it is from home and how much it's going to cost. Instead, he was upset about the world his generation is turning over to mine. He sounded like this: "There will be a pandemic that kills millions, a devastating energy crisis, a horrible worldwide depression and a nuclear explosion set off in anger." As I lay on the living room couch, starting to worry about the future my father was describing, I found myself looking at some old family photos. There was a picture of my grandfather in his uniform. He was a member of the war class. Next to his picture were photos of my great-grandparents. Seeing those pictures made me feel a lot better. I believe tomorrow will be better, not worse. Those pictures helped me understand why. I considered some of the awful things my grandparents and great-grandparents had seen in their lifetimes: two world wars, killer flu, a nuclear bomb. But they saw other things, too, better things: the end of two world wars, the polio vaccine, passage of the civil rights laws. I believe that my generation will see better things, too —that we will witness the time when AIDS is cured and cancer is defeated; when the Middle East will find peace, and the Cubs win the World Series—probably only once. I will see things as inconceivable to me today as a moon shot was to my grandfather when he was 16, or the Internet to my father when he was 16. Ever since I was a little kid, whenever I've had a lousy day, my dad would put his arm around me and promise me that "tomorrow will be a better day." I challenged my father once, "How do you know that?" He said, "I just do." I believed him. As I listened to my Dad talking that night, so worried about what the future holds for me and my generation, I wanted to put my arm around him, and tell him what he always told me: "Don't worry Dad, tomorrow will be a better day."
There are lives that have bread in abundance and yet are starved; with barns and warehouses filled, with shelves and larders laden they are empty and hungry. No man need envy them; their feverish, restless whirl in the dust of publicity is but the search for a satisfaction never to be found in things. They are called rich in a world where no others are more truly, pitiably poor; having all, they are yet lacking in all because they have neglected the things within. The abundance of bread is the cause of many a man's deeper hunger. Having known nothing of the discipline that develops life's hidden sources of satisfaction, nothing of the struggle in which deep calls unto deep and the true life finds itself, he spends his days seeking to satisfy his soul with furniture, with houses and lands, with yachts and merchandise, seeking to feed his heart on things, a process of less promise and reason than feeding a snapping turtle on thoughts. It takes many of us altogether too long to learn that you cannot find satisfaction so long as you leave the soul out of your reckoning. If the heart be empty the life cannot be filled. The flow must cease at the faucet if the fountains go dry. The prime, the elemental necessities of our being are for the life rather than the body, its house. But, alas, how often out of the marble edifice issues the poor emaciated inmate, how out of the life having many things comes that which amounts to nothing. The essential things are not often those which most readily strike our blunt senses. We see the shell first. To the undeveloped mind the material is all there is. But looking deeper into life there comes an awakening to the fact and the significance of the spiritual, the feeling that the reason, the emotions, the joys and pains that have nothing to do with things, the ties that knit one to the infinite, all of which constitute the permanent elements of life.
Each spring brings a new blossom of wildflowers in the ditches along the highway I travel daily to work. There is one particular blue flower that has always caught my eyes. I've noticed that it blooms only in the morning hours, the afternoon sun is too warm for it. Every day for approximately two weeks, I see those beautiful flowers. This spring, I started a wildflower garden in our yard. I can look out of the kitchen window while doing the dishes and see the flowers. I've often thought that those lovely blue flowers from the ditches would look great in that bed alongside other wildflowers. Everyday I drove past the flowers thinking, “I'll stop on my way home and dig them.”
“Gee, I don't want to get my good clothes dirty...” Whatever the reason, I never stopped to dig them. My husband even gave me a folding shovel one year for my trunk to be used for that expressed purpose. One day on my way home from work, I was saddened to see that the highway department had mowed the ditches and the pretty blue flowers were gone. I thought to myself, “Way to go, you waited too long. You should have done it when you first saw them blooming this spring.” A week ago we were shocked and saddened to learn that my oldest sister-in-law has a terminal brain tumor. She is 20 years older than my husband and unfortunately, because of age and distance, we haven’t been as close as we all would have liked. I couldn’t help but see the connection between the pretty blue flowers and the relationship between my husband's sister and us. I do believe that God has given us some time left to plant some wonderful memories that will bloom every year for us. And yes, if I see the blue flowers again, you can bet I'll stop and transplant them to my wildflower garden.
I was up before the sunrise one October morning, and away through the wild and the woodland. The rising of the sun was noble in the cold and warmth of it; peeping down the spread of light, he raised his shoulder heavily over the edge of gray mountain and wavering length of upland. Beneath his gaze the dew-fogs dipped and crept to the hollow places, then stole away in line and column, holding skirts and clinging subtly at the sheltering corners where rock hung over grass-land, while the brave lines of the hills came forth, one beyond other gliding. The woods arose, like drapery of awakened mountains, stately with a depth of awe, and memory of the tempests. Autumn's mellow hand was upon them, as they owned already, touched with gold and red and olive, and their joy towards the sun was less to a bridegroom than a father. Yet before the floating impress of the woods could clear itself, suddenly the gladsome light leaped over hill and valley, casting amber, blue, and purple, and a tint of rich red rose, according to the scene they lit on, and the curtain flung around; yet all alike dispelling fear and the cloven hoof of darkness, all on the wings of hope advancing, and proclaiming, "God is here!" Then life and joy sprang reassured from every crouching hollow; every flower and bud and bird had a fluttering sense of them, and all the flashing of God's gaze merged into soft beneficence. So, perhaps, shall break upon us that eternal morning, when crag and chasm shall be no more, neither hill and valley, nor great ocean; when glory shall not scare happiness, neither happiness envy glory; but all things shall arise, and shine in the light of the Father's countenance, because itself is risen.
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