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发表于 2018-10-29 11:46:07
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<试一试>
Death
Then, Queen Mary stopped writing. Yesterday afternoon, on Febrary 7th, 1587, we heard clip-clops outside the window. Mary looked out the window, there was a man who came from London, he brought a letter from English Queen.
In the night, an English man, Lord Hughes Behring came to see Mary. "I'm very sorry, my lady," he said. "But I have a letter from English Queen. You will be put to death tomorrow."
Mary didn't move. "When?" She asked quietly.
"8 o'clock in the morning." he said. "I'm very sorry, my lady." He said and left.
We slept little that night. We talked and prayed to God, she give me the letter for her son James. "Give the letter to him, please, Beth." She said. "And tell him how I died."
"Yes, madam," I said. So, now I told you, King James, how your mother died.
<怦然心动>
“日程上没有演出,他们也没有工作安排,但是我还没跟他们说过。”
“你确定他们邀请我们全部过去?”爸爸问。
妈妈点头。“她很坚持。”
我知道在洛斯基家吃晚餐的整个点子让爸爸很不舒服,但我们俩都知道这次邀请对妈妈意义重大。“好吧,”他说,然后接着去切奶酪和洋葱了。
下午剩下的时间,我有点懒散,读了会书,还胡思乱想。第二天在学校,我好像不能集中精神。我的思绪回到了大卫那里。我想知道爷爷奶奶是什么样子,有一个他这样的儿子,他们到底经历了什么。
关于那棵梧桐树,我也想了很多,刚开始以为我心烦意乱才会想到这个。
<每日一句>
平直觉去相信,无论什么,都会成真。 |
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