Flight BA030 to Boston leaves in an hour. To kill time, the man stepped into the airport restaurant and ordered a cup of coffee. He noticed that there were two beautiful young women next to him. The black- haired one was wearing a brown coat and carried a heavy black bag. The other was a blonde (金发女子) in a white coat. They were in deep conversation, but soon separated.
He saw the black- haired woman again when he was buying a magazine and soon realized that someone was pushing him. After he found out who it was, he gave her a little smile.
“Busy place,” he said.
The woman looked up at him and a strange expression crossed her face and soon disappeared. She moved away from him and joined the crowds (人群) in the airport.
The man was at the counter (柜台) with his magazine, but when he reached into his pocket for his wallet, the pocket was empty. Where could I have lost it? He thought. The black- haired woman was so near to me. All at once he understood that she had picked his pocket.
What was he to do? He would have to do something about the lost credit cards — call home, have his wife get the numbers out of the top desk drawer, phone the card companies — so difficult a process.
When he decided to find a policeman, he was shocked to see the black- haired woman again. She was seated against a front window, reading a book. A seat beside her was empty, and the man sat on it.
“I’ve been looking for you,” he said.
She raised her head and looked at him, “I don’t know you.”
“Sure you do. You stole my wallet,” he said.
“Excuse me?” the woman said.
“I knew you did — at the magazine counter. If you give it back, I can forget the whole thing. If you don’t, then I’ll hand you over to the police.”
“All right,” she said. She pulled the black bag onto her leg, and took out a wallet from it.
He took it from her. “Wait a minute,” he said, “This isn’t mine.”
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All of a sudden, the woman stood and ran away.
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___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Tom Hankins, 88, stood by the living room window, looking out of the window. It was a beautiful and sunny day in Florida. Tom stopped socializing altogether six years ago after his wife. Meredith, died of cancer. He had all of his time to himself, reading books, watching TV and occasionally experimenting with new cooking recipes on social media platform.
With time. Tom realized he didn’t particularly like being alone. His only son, Aiden, was a successful analyst (分析师) in a big IT firm in New York City, and Tom wanted Aiden to visit him, but the young man kept putting it off.
Suddenly, Tom noticed that the rubbish bags were left outside instead of inside the bin (垃圾桶). Thinking it would relieve his boredom, Tom went to the bin and began clearing the rubbish, putting the bags inside the bin. When he was done, he noticed that nearly every family in the area had left their rubbish bags outside the bins.
Tom knew it would be difficult to clean up the rubbish in front of all the houses in the hot weather, but he couldn’t just see the rubbish bags left like that. He took a big rubbish bag from his backyard and decided to move from one house to the next, clearing up the litter.
Tom stopped right in front of the bin and began clearing the rubbish, putting the bags inside the bin. But he hadn’t even left when a man came with a rubbish bag and simply dropped it on the road. To make matters worse, he didn’t even secure the bag properly, so the wind blew part of the rubbish onto the street.
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At that point, Tom lost his cool.
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____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________It sounds like you’re working on a story or a personal anecdote about preparing for a holiday card photo. The situation you’ve described is quite common and relatable, especially during the holiday season when many people try to make everything perfect for their cards. Here’s a possible continuation of your story, filling in some details and bringing it to a conclusion:
The clock was ticking, and the pressure was mounting. My husband, with his calm demeanor and steady hands, took over the situation. He had a knack for these things, and I had to admit, I was out of options.
As I sipped my tea downstairs, I could hear the soft sounds of reassuring words and the gentle snips of the scissors. My older son, always the helpful one, was by his side, ready to assist in any way he could.
When they finally called me upstairs, I was met with a sight that made my heart swell. My younger son’s hair was no longer a disaster; it was now neatly trimmed, and he looked absolutely adorable. My husband had worked his magic, and my older son had managed to keep our little one entertained and calm throughout the process.
The next morning, the photographer arrived, and the whole family was ready. We were all in our new white polo shirts, and my younger son's hair looked better than ever. The photographer captured our smiles and laughter, and for a moment, we were all just happy to be together.
The holiday cards turned out better than I could have imagined. The picture was perfect—not because of the matching shirts or the professional haircut, but because it truly captured our family’s spirit. We sent them out, a little later than I had initially planned, but they were filled with love and the joy of our real, imperfectly perfect family.
In the end, I learned a valuable lesson: sometimes, letting go of the need for perfection and embracing the help of loved ones can lead to the most beautiful results. Our holiday cards were a testament to that, and they were cherished by our friends and family.
Remember, this is just a creative continuation based on the details you’ve provided. If you have a specific direction you’d like the story to go or if you need help with a particular part of the narrative, feel free to let me know!
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With no mood for tea, I was walking around downstairs restlessly.
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__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Inhabiting a modest hamlet, the Meredith household found themselves amidst a period of economic downturn. During this time, a significant portion of the local populace faced unemployment, leading to widespread financial distress. Numerous families grappled with the daily struggle to sustain their livelihoods, and a sense of communal solidarity emerged as individuals endeavored to provide mutual support in the face of adversity.
Among the residents of this community, Mrs. Meredith stood out as an epitome of benevolence and consideration. She dedicated considerable hours to engaging with those less fortunate, acutely aware of their plights and the diverse forms of assistance they required. Whenever feasible, she would extend her aid by delivering provisions and medical supplies to those in need.
On a particular morning, Mrs. Meredith recounted to her offspring—John, Harry, and Clara—about a family she had encountered the previous day. The family was comprised of an indisposed patriarch confined to his bed, his spouse who, burdened with caregiving responsibilities, was unable to seek employment, and their young son. The boy, Bernard, had captured her interest significantly.
She expressed a desire for her children to witness Bernard’s situation, highlighting his role as a significant support to his mother and his earnest desire to contribute financially, despite the apparent lack of opportunities.
Once their mother departed, the siblings convened, contemplating Bernard’s predicament. Clara voiced her empathy, wishing to facilitate his financial independence, acknowledging the profound hardship endured by his family.
Echoing her sentiments, Harry concurred, emphasizing the necessity of devising a strategy to alleviate their plight.
Initially silent, John eventually rose abruptly, exclaiming his inspiration. He proclaimed the conception of a plan that could be collaboratively executed to aid Bernard.
His siblings, intrigued, eagerly awaited his proposal. John’s ideas were renowned for their ingenuity, and he proposed, “Consider the substantial crate of maize that Uncle John bestowed upon us. We could transform it into popcorn, package it in paper sacks, and empower Bernard to distribute and vend it throughout the neighborhood.”
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Para1: When Mrs. Meredith heard of John’s idea, she thought it was a good one, too.
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_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________In the tapestry of my educational journey, I have been graced with the presence of numerous exemplary educators. Yet, one figure emerges with unparalleled prominence—Karl Chip. My encounter with him commenced during the twilight of my high school years as I pondered the halls of academia that awaited me. Chip was the unsolicited envoy for Wellesley College, a beacon for aspiring scholars and athletes alike.
Under Chip’s mentorship, there existed a diverse array of young individuals, each categorized into distinct archetypes. The “academic star type,” those paragons of scholastic achievement seeking only a modest nudge in the right direction. The “international transplant type,” young souls who traversed vast distances to immerse themselves in the New England ethos, yearning for a compass to navigate their new surroundings. The “geniuses of economics type,” to whom Chip was a guarantor of commendations and a conduit to prestigious opportunities. And then, there were the “scratch and dent kids,” those carrying with them the invisible scars of life’s challenges, brimming with latent potential yet grappling with the art of decision-making. If you bore the dual mantle of an athlete and a “scratch and dent kid,” falling under Chip’s influence was an inescapable destiny.
I count myself among the ranks of Chip’s proteges, classified as one of the “scratch and dent kids.” Yet, irrespective of the mold we fit, each of us was showered with an equal measure of sagacity, affection, solace, and consideration. My narrative is but a single thread in the rich tapestry of Chip’s impact on his multitude of students.
When I first set foot in Wellesley College a quarter of a century ago, I was an unseasoned athlete, my self-assurance as fragile as a fledgling’s first flight. As my tenure at the institution drew to a close, I stood tall, my confidence restored—undoubtedly, a transformation that made me a more well-rounded individual. Much of this metamorphosis I attribute to Chip and his unwavering dedication to my growth and that of my fellow students.
The genesis of this transformation? Athletics played a pivotal role. The lore surrounding Chip’s basketball team of the 1990s is one of remarkable resurgence. A team that, during the 1989-1990 season, was marred by the sting of defeat, claiming victory only twice amidst a sea of twenty losses. Yet, in the span of two years, and largely due to Chip’s unyielding encouragement and belief in our capabilities, we ascended to claim a championship of note, our ledger for that year a stark contrast to our previous struggles, boasting twenty-four triumphs and a mere two setbacks.
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The other part was academics.
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1. 介绍现状：信息技术的飞速发展使得传统文化在年轻人中逐渐被忽视。
2. 传统文化的重要性：传统文化是民族的根和魂，它蕴含着丰富的历史和智慧。
3. 提出呼吁：鼓励学生积极参与传统文化活动，了解和传承民族文化。
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7 . In a quaint hamlet, there resides an elderly gentleman by the name of Mr. Benson. He dwells in solitude, marked by a prominent facial scar that lends him an air of intimidation. Consequently, the townsfolk seldom engage in conversation with him, and he is often left to manage the arduous task of carrying his belongings up the steep stairs to his residence unaided.
Mr. Benson is devoid of companionship and has never been wed. However, a change is afoot in the community when a new family, the Clarences, relocates to the area. This family is composed of the amiable Mr. and Mrs. Clarence, along with their offspring, Amanda and David. They settle into the very edifice that houses Mr. Benson.
The existing residents of the building extend a warm welcome to the newcomers, greeting Amanda and David with kindness, but they caution them against interacting with Mr. Benson. They describe him as a formidable elder with an enigmatic scar, devoid of social connections.
Despite this, the Clarences find such admonitions to be nonsensical. Whenever they encounter Mr. Benson in the corridors of their building or on the street, they greet him with a friendly smile and inquire about his well-being.
Mr. Benson is immensely pleased by their approach. He extends an open invitation to the Clarences to visit his home, even offering Amanda and David some delectable cupcakes as a token of his appreciation.
Mr. and Mrs. Clarence frequently assist Mr. Benson with his shopping, and the children, Amanda and David, enjoy spending time with him, sipping tea and listening to his enchanting tales. It turns out that Mr. Benson was once a renowned chef, capable of crafting the most exquisite desserts, as per Amanda’s discerning palate.
One evening, the residents of the building are startled by the sounds of merriment, clinking crockery, and the clatter of cutlery emanating from Mr. Benson’s apartment. This unusual commotion piques their curiosity, as it suggests a convivial gathering. The neighbors are left to ponder why they have not been included in what appears to be a delightful repast.
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Soon, they all enjoy Mr. Benson’s delicious cakes every weekend at their dinners.
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In an epoch of yore, there dwelt a youthful maiden christened Emily. Her melodic vocalizations, though they provided her with immense gratification, were not shared with the uninitiated due to an absence of audacity; she refrained from exhibiting her vocal prowess in the presence of those not known to her.
As the season of summer unfolded, a musical joust was slated to transpire within the confines of her residential vicinity. Her most intimate associate, Lucy, extended an invitation for Emily to engage in this competitive spectacle, yet Emily voiced her trepidation, proclaiming, “I harbor a deep-seated fear of participating therein.” Her maternal guardian offered these words of comfort and encouragement: “Fear not, proceed with valor.” Heeding the guidance of her matriarch, Emily resolved to embark upon this venture and test her mettle.
The day of reckoning arrived, and Emily, in the company of Lucy, made her way to the venue of the competition. However, she was overcome by an overwhelming sense of bashfulness, which rendered her incapable of advancing onto the platform. She remained in a state of anticipation, observing the performances of her fellow contestants until they had concluded their renditions. With trembling limbs, she compelled herself to ascend the stage. As she commenced her performance, her vocal output was barely audible. Regrettably, her anxiety was so profound that she experienced a lapse in memory regarding the lyrics shortly after commencing her song. The derisive laughter of the onlookers, coupled with her acute discomfort and modesty, propelled her to flee from the stage in a state of humiliation.
A group of impish lads pursued her, taunting her with the cry, “Emily, a poltroon! Emily, a poltroon!” Emily did not deign to engage in a verbal altercation with them. Her sole desire was to make haste back to the sanctuary of her home. Eventually, she hastened into the dwelling, embraced her mother, and wept sorrowfully.
“Well, my afflicted child, cease thy weeping. Narrate to me the events that have transpired,” inquired her mother. Emily lifted her gaze to her progenitor and recounted the sequence of events she had encountered.
Upon hearing her tale, her mother tenderly cradled her visage and imparted these words of wisdom: “It is of no consequence, my dear. So long as you persist in practicing your vocalizations in the presence of strangers, you shall gradually acquire greater courage. Thus, my child, do not succumb to defeat. Venture forth to practice your singing each day. Pay no heed to the audience that may be in attendance; continue to sing without pause. I am confident that your endeavors will yield a bountiful harvest.”
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Emily listened to her mother carefully and followed her mom’s suggestion.
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Going on singing, she walked into a park, where many people were singing and dancing.
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The Secret of Flowers
Anna worked with her mother in their vegetable garden every day. This was how they made their living. Anna helped her mother tend the garden, so the vegetables would be healthy and ready for the market. Anna often pretended the plants she tended were beautiful roses, like Mrs. Brown’s prize flowers.
The only person in the village who made money selling flowers was Mrs. Brown. She grew roses and sold them to flower shops in the city. Every year she joined the City Rose Festival. People thought that Mrs. Brown used magic to grow her roses. How else could she win first prize twenty years in a row?
Anna loved to tend flowers. Moreover, she often dreamed about growing her own roses and winning first prize in the festival. With the prize money, she would also be able to lighten the burden at home. However, roses were too expensive for her to start.
One day, Anna visited Mrs. Brown to see her flowers. Mrs. Brown was whispering to her roses when she arrived. “Spying on me again!” Mrs. Brown frowned.
“I only came to see your flowers, Mrs. Brown.” Anna took a deep breath. “I wish I could grow beautiful roses and win a prize at the festival like you.”
“I have experience passed down from generations.” Mrs. Brown laughed. “Stick to vegetables, child. Leave flowers to those who know the secret of flowers.”
Mrs. Brown returned to her gardening, ignoring the sad look on Anna’s face. Then she pulled up a dried-up rose, and threw it over the fence. “A plant in bad condition. Unworthy of my time,” Mrs. Brown mumbled.
Anna smiled, as she had an idea. She bowed farewell to Mrs. Brown and went out the garden gate. Mrs. Brown was busy minding her prize roses. Anna quickly bent over and grabbed the abandoned rose before rushing home. She remembered a quiet spot behind the cottage. It was the perfect place for her little rose to grow. Now, she had a chance for the festival.
Anna planted the rose in her garden and tended it carefully.
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_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________The sudden awakening to a rumbling sound was initially mistaken for thunder, but the unmistakable sensation of the ground trembling beneath you quickly dispelled that notion. Realizing you were in the midst of an earthquake, a natural disaster you had only heard tales of, your heart began to race with the urgency of the situation.
The room around you was in a violent dance, each object seemingly alive with chaotic motion. You fought against the tremors to maintain your balance, knowing that swift action was crucial for your safety. With determination, you rose from your bed, navigating the unpredictable terrain towards the door.
Exiting your dwelling, you were met with a scene of pandemonium. The earth’s relentless shaking was accompanied by the ominous sounds of structures succumbing to the force, their collapse echoing through the air. People’s panicked screams and cries for help filled the atmosphere, a testament to the chaos that had been unleashed.
Guided by prior knowledge that doorways can offer relative safety during seismic events, you sought refuge in the nearest one. As you huddled there, the fear was palpable, the ground’s continuous shaking a stark reminder of nature’s raw power.
Time seemed to stretch, each second an eternity, until finally, the earth settled. Cautiously, you emerged from your makeshift shelter, surveying the devastation that the earthquake had wrought. The once-standing edifices now lay in ruins, and in the distance, fires danced, casting an eerie glow over the landscape.
Recalling the survival kit stored in your vehicle, you made your way to the parking lot, hoping it would provide the tools and supplies necessary for immediate needs. Upon arrival, however, you were confronted with a harsh reality: your car, a symbol of escape and independence, was now a victim of the disaster, crushed under the weight of debris from a neighboring structure.
Alone but not defeated, you resolved to remain composed and think with clarity. Scanning your surroundings, you spotted a group of individuals huddled together for comfort and support. Joining them, you found a sense of community in the shared experience, a testament to the human spirit’s resilience in the face of adversity.
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Together, we worked to find a safe place to take shelter.
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