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[American Story] 【整理】2008-03-08 The Californian's Tale (3)

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Something maybe change my mind as I look at the picture for a second time, I decide to stay. The man told me his name was Henry. That Henry and I talked about many different things but maily about her. The next day passed quitely, Thursday evening we had visited her, he was a great hire miner named Tom.

 

“I just came for few minutes asked when she came home,” he explained, “is any news?”

 

“Oh, Yes,”the man replied, “I got a letter, would you like to read it.”

 

He took a yellow letter out of her shirt pocket and read it to us. It was full enough loving message to him and other people, there closes, friends, and labels. When the man finished it he looked at his friend.

 

“Oh, no, you are doing it again Tom, you are always cry when I reay a letter from her. I am going to tell her this time.”

 

“Now, you must not do that Henry.” The great hire miner said, “I am getting old and any little sarrow makes me cry, I really was hoping she would be here today.”

 

The next day, Friday, another old miner came to visit him. He asked to hear the letter, the message in it made him cry too.

 

“We all miss her so much.” He said.

 

Saturday finally came, I found I was looking at my watch very often, Henry noticed this. “You don’t think something has happened to her, do you?” He asked me.

 

I smiled and said that I was sure she was just fine, but he didn’t seem satisfy. I was glad to see his friends Tom and John, coming down the road as the sun bigan to set. The old miners were carrrying guitars, they also brought follows and a bottle of wiskey. He put the follows in vases and began to play some fast and lively songs on their guitars. Henry’s friends kept giving him glasses wiskey which made him drink. When I reached for one of two glasses left on the table, Tome stopped my arm.

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Something maybe change my mind, as I looked the picture for the second time. I decided to stay. The man told me his name was Henry. That night Henry and I talked about many different things but mainly about her. The next day passed quietly. Thursday evening we had a visitor. He was up been great here miner named Tom. "I just came for a few minutes, to ask when she is coming home. Is there any notes?" "Oh, yes" the man replied, “I got a letter. Would you like to hear it?" He took a yellow letter out of his shirt pocket and read it to us. It was full of love, loving messages to him and to other people, their close friends and neighbors. When the man finished reading it, he looked at his friend, "Oh, no, you are doing it again Tom, always cry when I read the letter from her. I am going to tell her this time. Now you must not do that Henry" the great here miner said. "I am getting old, and any little sorrow makes me cry, I really was hoping she would be here tonight."

 

The next day, Friday, another old miner came to visit. He asked to hear the letter, the message in it made him cried, too. "We all miss her so much." he said.

 

Saturday finally came. I found I was looking at my watch very often. Henry noticed this. "You don't think something has happened to her, do you?" I smiled and said that I was sure she was just fine. But he was not seemed satisfied. "I was glad to see his two friends Tom and Joe coming down the road at the sound begin to set. The old miners were carrying guitars; they also brought flowers and a bottle of whiskey. They put the flowers on the basis and began to play some fast, lovely song on their gaiters. Henry's friend kept giving him glass of whiskey, which they made him drink. When I reached for one of the two glasses left on the table, Tom stopped my arm.

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Something maybe change my mind, as I looked at the picture for second times,I decided to stay.The man told me his name was henri,that night henri and I talked about many different things but mainly about her. The next two days passed quietly,thursday evening,we had a visit. He was a big green... miner named Tom,I just came for few minutes ...when she is coming home, he explained. Is there any news ? Oh,yes,the man replied, I got a letter, would you like to hear it? he took a yellow letter out of his shirt pocket and read to us, it was for love, loving messages to him and to other people,their close friends and neighbors. when the man finished reading it, he looked at his friend. oh,no, you are doing it again, Tom, you always cry when i read the letter from her. I am going to tell her this time. No, you must not do that, henri, the green... miner said. I am getting old, and any littler sorrow makes me cry. I really was hoping she will be here tonight. The next day,friday,another old miner came to visit,he asked to hear the letter,the message in it make him cry too.We all missing her so much,he said. Saterday finally came. I found that i was looking at my watch very often,henri noted this. You don't think something has happened to her, do you? he asked me. I smiled and said, I was sure she was just fine,but he did't seem satisfied. I was great to see his two friends, Tom and John coming down the road,...and again and said, the old miners were carring guitars. They also bought the followers and a bottle of whiskey, they put followers... and began to put fast and lovely songs on the guitar. Henri's friend gave him a glass of whiskey which they make him drink,when i reach for one of two glasses left on the table, Tom stopped my arm.
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Some thing may be chang my mind as I look at the picture for a second time. I decised to stay.

The man told me his name was Henry. That night ,Henry invited to talk about many different things about me and about her.

The next day passed quietly. Thursday evening we had a visiter. He was a big great heared minor named Tom.

” I just came for a few minetes that’s queen she’s coming home.” He explained,”is any lose?” ”oh,yes.”the man replied. ”I got a letter. Would you like to hear it?” He took a yellow letter out of his short pocket and read it to us.

“It was a full love ,loving messages to him and to other people. They are closes ,fimilies and neighbors.”

when the man finished to read it , he looked at his friend. ”oh, no,you are doring at it again,Tom. You always cry when I read a letter from her. I am going to tell her this time.”

“now, you must not do that,Henry.” The great heared minor said,” I am getting old and any little sorror make me cry. I really want hoping she was be here tonight.”

The next day ,Friday, another old minor came to visit. He asked to hear the letter. The message you knowed made him cry ,too. “We all miss her so much.”he said.

Saturday finally came. I fond I was looking at my watch very ofen.

Henry notised this. “ you don ‘t think something has happened to her,do you?”

“yes,@” I smiled and said that I was sure she was just fine. But he did not seem satisfied.

 I was glad to see his two friends, Tom and Joe.

Coming down the road as the sun began to set, the old minors were carring in.” guitars!” they also brought flowers and a bottle of wiskey. They bought the flowers and wiskeys and began to play some fast and lively songs on the guitars. henry’s friends kept giving him glasses of wiskey, which they made him free.

When I rearched for one of two glasses left on the table,Tom stopped my arm.

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Something made me change my mind. As I looked at the picture for a second time, I decided to stay.

 

The man told me his name was Henry. That night Henry and I talked about many different things, but mainly about her. The next day passed quietly. Thursday evening we had a visitor. He was a big gray hair/ miner named Tom.

 

"I just came for a few minutes to ask when she is coming home,'' he explained."Is there any news?"

 

"Oh, yes." The man replied. "I got a letter, would you like to hear it?" He took a yellow// letter out of his shirt pocket and read it to us. It was full love, loving messages to him and to other people, their close friends and neighbors. When the man finished reading it, he looked at his friend, ''Oh no, you are doing it again, Tom. You always cry when I read a letter from her. I’m going to tell her this time.''

 

''No, you must not do that Henry.'' The gray hair miner said. ''I am getting old, and any little sorrow makes me cry. I really was hoping she would be here tonight.''

 

The next day,Friday, another old miner came to visit. He asked to hear the letter. The message in it made him cry, too. "We all miss her so much." He said.

 

Saturday finally came, I found I was looking at my watch very often. Henry noticed this. "You don’t think something has happened to her, do you?" He asked me. I smiled,and said that I was sure she was just fine. But he did not seem satisfied.

 

I was glad to see his two friends Tom and Joe coming down the road as the sun began to set. The old miners were carrying guitars.They also brought flowers and a bottle of whiskey. They put the flowers in vases, and began to play some fast and lively songs on their guitars. Henry’s friends kept giving him glasses of whiskey which they made him drink. When I reached for one of the two glasses left on the table, Tom stopped my arm.

Homework

 

Something made me change my mind. As I looked at the picture for a second time, I decided to stay.

 

The man told me his name was Henry. That night, Henry and I talked about many different things, but mainly about her. The next day passed quietly. Thursday  evening, we had a visotor. He was a big gray hair miner named Tom.

 

"I just came for a few minutes to ask when she is coming home," he explained, "Is any news?"

 

"Oh, yes." the man replied,"I got a letter her. Would you like to hear it?"

 

He took a yellow letter out of his shirt pocket and read it to us. It was full love, loving messages to him and to other people, their close friends and neighbours. When the man finished reading it. He looked at his friend. "Oh no, you are doing it again. Tom. You always cry when I read a letter from her. I am going to tell her this time."

 

"Now, you must not do that, Henry." the gray hair miner said. "I am getting old and any little sorrow makes me cry. I really was hoping she would be here tonight."

 

The next day, Friday, another older miner came to visit. He asked to hear the letter. The message in it made him cry, too. "We all miss her so much," he said.

 

Saturday finally came. I found I was looking at my watch very often. Henry noticed this. "You don't think something has happened to her, do you?" he asked me.

 

I smiled and said that I was sure she was just fine, but he did not seem satisfied. I was glad to see his two friend Tom and Joe coming down the road as the sun began to set. The old miners were carring guitars. They aslo brought flowers and a bottle of whiskey. They put the flowers in vases and began to play some fast and lively songs on their guitars. Henry's friends kept giving him glasses of whiskey which they made him drink. When I reached for one of the two glasses left on the table, Tom stopped my arm.

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Something made me change my mind. As I looked at the picture for a second time, I decided to stay.The man told me his name was Henry. That night Henry and I talked about many different things, but mainly about her. The next day passed quietly. Thursday evening we had a visitor. He was a big gray hair miner named Tom.

 

"I just came for a few minutes to ask when she is coming home,'' he explained."Is there any news?"

 

"Oh, yes." The man replied. "I got a letter, would you like to hear it?" He took a yellow letter out of his shirt pocket and read it to us. It was full love, loving messages to him and to other people, their close friends and neighbors. When the man finished reading it, he looked at his friend, ''Oh no, you are doing it again, Tom. You always cry when I read a letter from her. I’m going to tell her this time.''

''No, you must not do that Henry.'' The gray hair miner said. ''I am getting old, and any little / makes me cry. I really was hoping she would be here tonight.''

 

The next day,Friday, another old miner came to visit. He asked to hear the letter. The message in it made him cry, too. "We all miss her so much." He said.

 

Saturday finally came, I found I was looking at my watch very often. Henry noticed this. "You don’t think something has happened to her, do you?" He asked me. I smiled,and said that I was sure she was just fine. But he did not seem satisfied.

 

I was glad to see his two friends Tom and Joe coming down the road as the sun began to set. The old miners were carrying guitars.They also brought flowers and a bottle of whiskey. They put the flowers in vases, and began to play some fast and lively songs on their guitars. Henry’s friends kept giving him glasses of whiskey which they made him drink. When I reached for one of the two glasses left on the table, Tom stopped my arm.

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Homewor Something maybe changed my mind as I looked the picture for the sencond time.I decided to stay.The man told me his name was Henry.That night Henry and I talked about many different things but mainly about her. The next day passed quietly.Thursday evening we had a visitor.He was a big gray hair minor named Tom.'I just came for a few minutes and ask when she's coming home.'he explained. 'Is any news?' 'Oh yes' the man replied. 'i got a letter would you like to hear it?' He took a yellow letter out of his shirt pocket and read it to us.It was for love loving messages to him and to other people.Their close friends and neibours.When the man finished reading it he looked at his friend. 'Oh no you are doing it again Tom'you always cry when i read a letter from her.I'm going to tell her this time. 'Now you must not do that Henry'the gray hair minor said. 'I am getting old and any little sorrow makes me cry.I really was hopping she would be here tonight The next day ,Friday another old minor came to visit.He asked to hear the letter.The message in it made him cry too. 'We all miss her so much'he said.Saturday finally came.I foud i was looking at my watch very often.Henry noticed this . 'You don't think something has happened to her ,do you' 'Yes,me'I smiled and said the'i was sure she was just fine' But he did not seem satisfied.I was glad to see his two friends Tom and Jone coming down the road as the sun beggan to set.The old minors were carrying guitars.They also brought flowers and a bottle of whiskeyThey put the flowers in vases and beggan to play some fast and lively songs on the guitars.Henry's friends kept giving him glasses of whiskey which made him drink when i reached for two of the glasses left on the table Tom stopped my arm.
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Something make me change my mind as I looked the picture for second time. U decided to stay, The man told me his name was Henry. That night Henry and I talked about many different things but mainly about her. The next day passed quietly. Thursday evening we had a visitor. He was a big grey hair........named Tom. "I just came for few minutes. Stay when she is coming home". He explained "Is there any notes". "Oh yes", The man replied." I got a letter, would you like to hear it." He took a yellow letter out of his short packet. And read to us. It was full of love, loving message to him and to other people their close friends and neighbours. When the man finished reading it, he looked his friend."oh no, you are doing it Tom, when I read a letter from her. I am going to tell her this time. " "No, you must not do that Henry." The grey......said. "I am getting old and any litter sorry makes me cry, I really ws hoping she would be tonight. " The next day Friday, another old ......come to visit. He asked to hear the letter. The message in it made him cry too. "We all missed her too much". He said. Saturday finally came. I found I was looking at my watch very often. Henry noticed this." You don't think something has happened to her, do you?' "Yes" I smiled and said "I was sure she was just fine." But he didn't seem satisfied. I was glad to see his two friends Tom and Joe oming down to road at the sun began to....The old ...were carrying guitars. They also .........flowers and bottle of wiskers. They put the flowers in vases and began to plan some fast and lovely songs on their guitars. His friends kept giving his glasses of Whisker which they made him drink. When I reached for one of the two glasses they left on the table. Tom stopped my arm.
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Something made me change my mind as I looked the picture for the second time. I decided to stay. The man told me his name was Hendry. That night Hendry and I talked about many differnent things but mainly about her. The next day passed quietly.

 

Thursday evening we had a visitor. He was a big gray hair miner named Tom.

 

"I just came for a few minutes to ask when she is coming home." he explained,"Is there any news?"


"Oh, yes!" the man replied, "I got a letter. Would you like to hear it?"


He took a yellow letter out of his shirt pocket and read it to us.It was full love and loving messages to him and to other

people, their close friends and neighbours. When the man finished reading it he looked at his friend.


"Oh, no, you are doing it again, Tom. You always cry when I read a letter from her. I am going to tell her this time."


"Now you must not do that Hendry." the gray hair miner said "I am getting old and any little sorrow makes me cry. I was really

hoping she would be here tonight."


The next day, Friday, another old miner came to visit. He asked to hear the letter. The message in it made him cry too.


"We all miss her so much." he said.


Saturday finally came. I found I was looking at my watch very often. Hendry noticed this.


"You don't think something has happened to her, do you? " he asked me.


I smiled and said that I was sure she was just fine. But he did not seem satisfied.

I was glad to see his two friends, Tom and Joe, coming down the road as the sun began to set. The old miners were carrying guitars. They also brought flowers and a bottle of whiskey. They put the flower in vazes and began to play some fast and lively songs on their guitars. Hendry's friends kept giving him glasses of whiskey which they made him drink. When I reached one of the two glasses left on the

table, Tom stop my arm.

 

Something may change my mind. As I looked at the picture for the second timeI decided to stay. The man told me his name was Henry. That night Henry and I talked about many different things, but mainly about her.

 

The next day passed quietly. Thursday evening, we had a visitor. He was a big gray hair miner named Tom.

 

I just come for a few minutes to ask when she comes home. He explained. Is any news?

 

Oh, yes. The man replayed. I got a letter. Would you like to hear it? He took a yellow letter out of his pocket, and read it to us. It was full love, loving messages to him and to other people, their close friends and neighbors. When the man finished reading it, he looked at his friend. Oh, you are doing this again. You always cry when I read a letter from her. I'm going to tell her this time.

 

No, you must not do that Henry. The gray hair miner said. I am getting old, and any little sorrow makes me cry. I really was hoping she would be here tonight.

 

The next day, Friday, another older miner came to visit. He asked to hear the letter. The message in it made him cry too. We all miss her so much. he said.

 

Saturday finally come. I found I was looking at my watch very often. Henry noticed this. You don't think something has happens to her, do you? I smiled and said that I was sure that she was just fine. But he didn't seem satisfied.

 

I was glad to see his two friends Tom and Joe coming down the road as the sun began to set. The old miners were carrying guitars. They also brought flowers and a bottle of whiskey. They put the flowers in vases and began to play some fast and lively songs on their guitars.

 

Henry's friends kept giving him glasses of whiskey which they made him drink. When I reached one of the two glasses on the table, Tom stopped my arm.

Something made me change my mind as I looked at the picture for a second time.I decided to stay.

The man told me his name was Henry.That night Henry and I talked about many different things but mainly about her.The next day passed quietly.Thursday evening we had a visitor.He was a big grey-haired miner named Tom."I just came for a few minuts to ask when she's coming home."he explained."Is any news?"

"Oh,yes!"the man replied."I got a letter.Would you like to hear it?"He took a yellowed letter out of his shirt pocket and read to us.It was full of loving messages to him and to other people,their close friends and neighbours.

When the man finished reading it,he looked at his friend."Oh,no,you're doing it again Tom.You always cry when I read a letter from her.I'm going to tell her this time."

"No,you must not do that,Henry."the grey-haired miner said."I am getting old,and any little sorrow makes me cry.I really was hoping she would be here tonight."

The next day,Friday,other old miner came to visit.He asked to hear the letter.The message in it made him cry too."We all miss her so much,"he said.

Saturday finally came.I found I was looking at my watch very often.Henry noticed this."You don't think something has happened to her,do you?"he asked me.I smiled and said that I was sure she was just fine.But he did not seem satisfied.

I was glad to see his two friends,Tom and Joe coming down the road as the sun began to set.The old miners were carring guitars,they also brought flowers and a bottle of Whisky.They put the flowers in vases and began to play some fast and lively songs on their guitars.Henry's friends kept giving him glasses of Whisky which they made him drink.When I reached for one of the two glasses left on the table,Tom stopped my arm.
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Something may change my mind. As I look at the picture for a second time, I decided to stay.The man told me his name was Henry. That night Henry and I talked about many different things, but mainly about her. The next day passed quietly. Thursday evening we have a visit. He was a big great hire miner to Tom.” I just came for a few minutes staiy/ came home,” he explained.” Oh, yes.” The man replied. I got a letter, would you like to hear it. He took a yellow letter out of his shirt pocket and read it to us. It was full love ,a loving message to him, and to otherd people, their close friends and neighbors. When the man finished reading it, he looked at the man, “oh no, you are doing it again, Tom. You always cry, when I read a letter from her. I’m going to tell her this time.” “now you must not do that Henry.” The great hire miner said. I am getting old, and any sorrow letter get me cry. I really was hoping that she would be here tonight.” The next day ,Friday, another old miner came to visit. He asked to hear the letter. The message in it made him cry too. We all miss her so much. He said. Saturday finally came, I found I was looking at my watch very often. Henry noticed this, you don’t think something has happened to her, do you. He asked . I smiled, I was sure she was just fine. But he didn’t seem satisfied. I was glad to see his to friends. Tom and Joe came down the road, as the sound begin to set. The old man carrying the guitar and they also bought flowers and a bottle of whiskey. They put the flowers and whiskey, and begin to play some fast and lovely songs on the guitars. Henry’s friends kept giving him glass of whiskey, which made him drink. When I reached for the one of the two glasses on the table, Tom stopped my arms.
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