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For nearly six month, I've not changed my blog. I really want this blog to communicate our English study experiences to improve our oral and written English. Maybe in the future, I will continue to add some new content. But now I want to have a  rest for 2 month.

Time flies fast! So, soon  we can see again! Good luck!

 

Best wishes,

 

Laoha

 

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Out on the wiley, windy moors
We'd roll and fall in green.
You had a temper like my jealousy:
Too hot, too greedy.
How could you leave me,
When I needed to possess you?
I hated you. I loved you, too.

Bad dreams in the night.
They told me I was going to lose the fight,
Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering
Wuthering Heights.

Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy.
Come home. I'm so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.
Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy.
Come home. I'm so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.

Ooh, it gets dark! It gets lonely,
On the other side from you.
I pine a lot. I find the lot
Falls through without you.
I'm coming back, love.
Cruel Heathcliff, my one dream,
My only master.

Too long I roam in the night.
I'm coming back to his side, to put it right.
I'm coming home to wuthering, wuthering,
Wuthering Heights,

Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy.
Come home. I'm so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.
Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy.
Come home. I'm so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.

Ooh! Let me have it.
Let me grab your soul away.
Ooh! Let me have it.
Let me grab your soul away.
You know it's me--Cathy!

Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy.
Come home. I'm so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.
Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy.
Come home. I'm so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.

Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy.
Come home. I'm so cold

 

 

歌词来源：song resource

http://www.lyric4u.cn/Show_Album_4u.asp?AlbumID=35077

 

Wuthering Heights En.

http://www.woyouxian.com/b06/b060404/wuthering_heights_enindex.html

 

呼啸山庄：

http://www.yifan.net/yihe/novels/foreign/huxiao/huxiao.html

 

Thing:

Things look black. 前途暗淡。

Things are looking up. 情况在好转。

 

What's happening? 你好吗？

What's happening with you these days? 你近来好吗？

Noting much. 没什么。

 

Noting:

Noting gives me more pleasure than listening to Mozart.

再没有比听莫扎特的乐曲更让我高兴的事儿了。

There is noting interesting in the newspaper.

报纸上没有什么有趣的新闻。

 

Happen:

How did the accident happen?

事故是怎样发生的？

I'd say if they promoted me, but I can't see that happening.

假如他们提升我，我就留下来。但我看那是不可能的。

 

What's new? / What's up?

有什么新鲜事？

Not much./ Noting in particular./ Nothing special. 没什么/ 没有什么特别的。

 

Up:

I heard a lot of shouting. What's up? 我听见很多喊声 出什么事儿了？

I could tell someting was up by the look on their faces.

我一看他们的脸色就知道有事。

 

Particular:

Is there any particular color you would prefer?

你有什么特别喜欢的颜色吗？

She is a particular friend of mine.

她是我特殊的朋友。

 

Special:

He did it as a specail favor.

他做这事算是特别照顾。

He never drinks except on special occasions.

除非是在特别场合，他从不喝酒。

Anything interesing happening?

有什么有趣的事情发生吗？

 

He is not very interesting to talk to.

跟他谈话没味道。

It must be interesting for you.

你一定对那很关心。

How are you getting along?

近来如何？

Keeping busy. Yourself?

一直很忙。你呢？

 

Keep:

She has the ability calm in an emergency. 她有处变不惊的本事。

Keep quiet - I'm trying to get some work done.

请安静，我要处理一些工作。

How do you feel?

今天感觉如何？

I feel like a new man.

我感觉像是换了一个人似的。

 

Feel:

You'll feel better after a good night's sleep.

你好好睡上一觉就会好些。

I feel rotten about not taking the children out.

我没有带孩子出去觉得很不痛快。

 

Like:

I've always wanted a garden like theirs.

我总想有一座像他们那样的花园。

I'm going to be pop star like Micheal Jackson.

我要当迈克尔杰克逊那样的流行歌星。

 

还有两个特别地道的问候* What's going on? 和* What are you up to? 都表示“你在忙什么？”

在美国电影中常听到。

 

Progress:

There has been very little progress this term.

这学期没有什么进步。

He is making good progress after his operation.

他动过手术后病情大为好转。

Stone is still in hospital, but he's making good /rapid progess.

世通还在医院， 但他的健康恢复的很快。

He's not making much progress with his English.

他的英语进步不大。

 

Are you making progress?

您有进展吗？

 

 

 

 

I felt approaching footsteps. I stretched out my hand as I supposed to my mother. Someone took it, and I was caught up and held close in the arms of her who had come to reveal all things to me, and , more than all things else, to love me.

The morning after my teacher came she led me into her room and gave me a doll. The little blind children at the Perkins Institution had sent it and Laura Bridgman had dressed it; but I didn't know this until afterward. When I had played with it a little while, Miss Sullivan slowly spelled into my hand the word "doll". I was at once interested in this finger play and tried to imitate it. When I finally succeeded in making the letters correctly I was flushed with childish pleasure and pride. Running downstairs to my mother, I held up my hand and made the letters for doll. I din't konw that I was spelling a word or even that words existed; I was simply making my fingers go in this uncomprehending way agreat many words, among them pin, hat, cup and a few verbs like sit, stand and walk. But my teacher had been with me several weeks before I understood that everything has a name.

...

I left the wellhouse eager to learn. Everything had a name, and each name gave birth to a new thought. As wwe returned to the house every object which I touched seemed to quiver with life. That was because I saw everything with the strange , new sight that had come to me. On entering the door I remembered the doll I had broken. I felt my way to the hearth and picked up the pieces. I tried vainly to put them together. Then my eyes filled with tears.; for I realized what I had done, and for the first time I felt repentance and sorrow.

I learned a great many new words that day. I do not remember what they all were; but I do konw that mother, father, sister, teacher were among them- words that were to make the world blossom for me, "Like Aaron's rod, with flowers". It would have been difficult to find a happier child than I was as I lay in my crib at the close of that eventful day and lived over the joys it had brought me, and for the first time longed for a new day to come.

                ( from Hellen Keller, The Story of My Life)

The most important day I remember in all my life is the one of on which my teacher, Anne Sullivan, came to me. I am filled with wonder when I consider the immeasurable contrast between the two lives which it connects. It was the third of March, 1887, three months before I was seven years old.

On the afternoon of that eventful day, I stood on the porch,dumb, expectant. I guessed vaguely from my mother's signs and from the hurring to and fro in the house that something unusual was about to happen, so I went to the door and waited on the steps. The afternoon sun penetrated the mass of honeysuckle that covered the porch, and fell on my upturned face. My fingers lingered almost unconsciously on the familiar leaves and blossoms which had just come forth to greet the sweet southern spring. I did not know what the future held of marvel or surpries for me. Anger and bitterness had preyed upon me continually for weeks and a deep languor had succeeded this passionate struggle.

Have you ever been at sea in a dense fog, when it seemed as if a tangible white darkness shut you in, and the great ship, tense and anxious, groped her way toward the shore with plummed and sounding-line and you waited with beating heart for something to happen? I was like that ship before my education began, only I was without compass or sounding-line, and had no way of knowing how near the harbour was."Light!Give me light!" was the wordless cry of my soul, and the light of love shone on me in that very hour.

     ( from Hellen Keller, The Story of My Life)