续写英语作文
He was very surprised,then he pick up the backpack.He decided to turn the backpack to the owner.Then he opened up the backpack and saw many books.And he found that a name in the paper.So he knew the owner called Nick.He is a NO.1 middle school student.Then he came to the No.1 middle school to find Nick.At the school gate,he talked to the teacher and asked the teacher to find Nick and give the backpack to him.The teacher is glad to help Liuqiang.Liuqiang was very happy.Because he helped others.What a kind boy he is!
人教版必修三英语unit1 续写A SAD LOVE STORY
2 years passed...
When the couple met again.Now they was calm.When they talled about why they broke up,they could face it.The missunderstanding fanilly obvious.LiFang looked nervous.He was send to USA last 2 years and lost his mobilephone.So he could not connected with HuJin.
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There was an idea.LiFang was alone now.He wanted to get her back.He pened his mouth,at this moment,a young man walked here.HuJin stood up and introduced that he was her husband.
LiFang turned back and moved away sadly.
英语续写作文 a little girl whose
Sitting on a grassy grave, beneath one of the windows of the church, was a little girl.(1) With her head bent back(2) she was gazing up at the sky and singing, while one of her little hands was pointing to a tiny cloud that hovered like a golden feather above her head. The sun, which had suddenly become very bright, shining on her glossy hair, gave it a metallic luster, and it was difficult to say what was the color, dark bronze or black. So completely absorbed was she in watching the cloud to which her strange song or incantation seemed addr0ssed, that she did not observe me when I rose and went towards her.(3) Over her head, high up in the blue, a lark that was soaring towards' the same gauzy cloud was singing, as if in rivalry(4). As I slowly approached the child, I could see by her forehead, which, in the sunshine seemed like a globe of pearl, and especially by her complexion, that she was uncommonly lovely. Her eyes, which at one moment seemed blue-gray, at another violet(5), were shaded by long black lashes, curving backward in a most peculiar way, and these matched in hue her eyebrows, and the tress- es that were tossed about her tender throat and were quivering in the sunlight. All this I did not take in(6) at once; for at first I could see nothing but those quivering, glittering, changeful eyes turned up into my face. Gradually the other features, especially the sensitive full-lipped mouth, grew upon me as I stood silently gazing. Here seemed to me a more perfect beauty than had ever come to me in my loveliest dreams of beauty. Yet it was not her beauty so much as the look she gave me that fascinated me, melted me.(7)
