有很多人在學(xué)習(xí)英語(yǔ)的時(shí)候總有一個(gè)心里暗示，英語(yǔ)是外語(yǔ)，學(xué)外語(yǔ)肯定不能跟母語(yǔ)相比。但其實(shí)這種想法是不對(duì)的。無(wú)論中文也好，英文也好，都只是一種語(yǔ)言，只是人之間溝通交流的工具，只要你能很好的說(shuō)中文，就沒(méi)有理由說(shuō)不好英文。今天小編為大家精心整理了英語(yǔ)手抄報(bào)資料，希望喜歡，更多資訊請(qǐng)繼續(xù)關(guān)注語(yǔ)文迷網(wǎng)哈^^
The Bloody Forehead
The crowd at the airport surged forward. The passengers had been waiting for a couple of hours for an airline employee to open the door leading to the plane outside. No one was in a good mood. An old man got trapped in the middle of the rush. He fell down without being able to break his fall. His head hit the concrete floor. Blood gushed from his forehead. He appeared to be unconscious. Everyone rushed past him, except for Dana. She called for help.
A minute later, a young airline employee showed up. Hardly looking at the old man, she told Dana to get aboard her plane. She said the old man would be okay, and walked away.
Dana screamed for help. An airport supervisor appeared. He told Dana to get on the plane. Dana said that she was not moving until an ambulance arrived. The supervisor said her plane would leave without her. Dana said that she didn’t care.
An ambulance and two paramedics finally arrived. The paramedics said that the man would be okay, but he would need stitches. They put him into the ambulance and drove off.
On her way out to the plane, which was still refueling, Dana saw the employee who had initially ignored the old man. The employee said, “You’re lucky the plane didn’t leave without you.”
“The plane?” Dana asked. “Who cares about the plane? How could you be so cold? That was an old man; he could have been your grandfather! How would you like it if everyone just stepped over your grandfather and went on their way?”
I’m Moving to NY
Enough was enough. After four years of devoting herself to Ward, Leah had given up. “I’m moving to New York,” she said. He couldn’t believe it. He begged her to give him one more chance. She said she had already given him “one more chance” too many times.
“I asked you to marry me, but you said you weren’t ready to get married. You’re 50 years old—when will you be ready!? I asked you to find us an apartment, so that we could live together; you didn’t. As a nervous realtor, I asked you to stay with me when I had to sit in open houses by myself on weekends. You didn’t. I asked you to help my son find a scholarship or grant so that he could attend a good college. You didn’t. Shall I go on?”
He said he got the picture. He apologized. “My priorities weren’t right; now I realize that you are my only priority.”
She said his apology was too little, too late. She had already bought an airline ticket to New York City; her flight was Monday evening.
His jaw dropped. “You’re not serious! What are you going to do in New York?” he asked. “You don’t know anyone there. You’ve never even been there. You can’t just fly into New York all alone and start wandering around. It’s a dangerous place. And the places that aren’t dangerous are expensive. You don’t have any money!”
She said she had enough money to stay in a hotel until she found an apartment and a job. She had always wanted to live in a big, exciting city like New York. “That’s where I can start my own business,” she said, “and maybe find a man I can depend on!”