lily tiger

HOWEWORK

One of the picture on the wall was not hanging straight, he noticed it and went to fix it. He stepped back several times to make sure the picture was really straight . Then he gave it a gentle touch with his hand.

"She always does that." He explained to me. "It is like the finishing pat a mother gives her child hair after she has brushed it. I have seen her fix all this things so often that I can do it just the way she does. I don't know why I do it. I just do it."
As he talked, I realized there was something in this room that he wanted me to discover. I looked around. When my eyes reached the corner of the room near the fireplace, he broken into a happy laugh and grap his hands together.

"That's it!" he cried out, "You have found it! I know you would. It is her picture."

I went to a little black shelf that held the small picture of the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. There was a sweetness and softness in the woman's expression that I had never seen before. The man took the picture from my hands and stared at it.

"She was nineteen on her last birthday. That was the day we were married. When you see her, oh, just wait until you meet her.”
"Where is she now?"
"Oh, she is away." the man said, putting the picture back on the little black shelf.
"She went to visit her parents. They lived 40 or 50 miles from here. She has been gone two weeks today."
"When will she be back?" I asked.
"Well, this is Wednesday." He said slowly, "She will be back on Saturday in the evening."
I felt a shark sense of regret.
"I am sorry because I will be gone by then." I said.

"Gone? No, why should you go? Don't go. She will be so sorry. You see, she likes to have people come and stay with us."

"no, I really must leave." I said firmly.

He picked up the picture and held it before my eyes.
"Here." he said, "Now, you tell her to her face that you could have stay to meet her and you would not?"

mzhang6

One of the picture on the wall was not hanging straight, he noticed it and went to fix it. He stepped backs after times make sure the picture was really straight, then he give it a gentle touch with his hand.

 

“She always does that.” He explained to me. “It is like the finishing pat a mother gives her child’a hair after she has washed it. I have seen her fix all the thing so often that I can do it just the way she does. I don’t know why I do it, I just do it.”

 

As he talked I realized there was something in this room that he wanted me to descover, I looked around. When my eyes reached the corner of room near the fireplace he broke into a happy laugh and rubbed his hand together.

 

“That is it.” He cried, “you have found, I know you would, it is her picture.”

 

I went to a little black shelf that held a small picture of most beautiful woman I had ever seen. There was a sweetness and softness in the woman’s expression that I had never seen before. The man took the picture from my hands and stared at it.

 

“She was 19 on her last birthday that was the day we will marry, when you see her, oh, just wait until you meet her.”

 

“Where is she now?” I asked.

 

“Oh, she is away.” The man said, putting the picture back on the little black shelf. “She went to visit her parents they live 40 or 50 miles form here, she has been gone two weeks today.”

 

“When will she be back?” I asked.

 

“Well, this is Wednesday.” He said slowly, “she will be back on Saturday in the evening.”

 

I felt a sharp sense of regret. “I am sorry because I will be gone by then.” I said.

 

“Gone? No, why should you go? Don’t go. She will be so sorry, you see she likes to have people come in to stay with us.”

 

“No, I really must leave.” I said firmly.

 

He picked up her picture and held it before my eyes. “Here.” He said, “now you tell her to her face that you could have stay to meet her and you would not.”

春山如笑

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dr_joyo

One of the picture on the wall was not hanging straight. He noticed it and went to fix it.He stepped back several times to make sure the picture was really straight.Then he gave it a gentle touch with his hand.
"she always does that"he explained to me."it is like the finishing pat a mother gives her child's hair after she has brushed it.I have seen her fix all this things so often that i can do it just the way she does. i don't know why i do it. i just do it.
As he talked I realized there was sth. in this room that he wanted me to discover.I looked around, when my eyes reached the corner of the room near the fire place, he broke into  a happy laugh and rubbed his hands toghther. "That's it", he cried out, "you have found it , i know you would ,it is her picture".
I went to a little black shell that held a small picture of the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. There was a sweetness and softness in the woman's expression that i had never seen before.The man took the picture from my hands and stared at it."She was 19 on her last birthday, that was the day we were married, when you see her,oh just wait until you meet her"."where is she now", i asked. "oh  she is away", the may sighed,putting the picture back on the little black shells. "she went to visit her parents, they lived 40 or 50 miles from here.she has been gone 2 weeks today"."when will she be back,?" i asked."well, this is wednesday", he said slowly,"she will be back on Saturday in the evening". i felt a shape sence of regret. "i am sorry because i will be gone by then", i said."gone?no, why should you go.don't go, she willl be so sorry. you see she likes to have people come and stay with us", "i really must leave", i said firmly. he picked up a picture and hold it before my eyes."here is it. now you tell her to her face that you could have stayed to meet her and you would not."

hongma

One of the pictures on the wall was not hanging straightly; he noticed it and went to fix it. He stepped back several times to make sure the picture was really straight. Then he gave it a gentle touch with his hand. She always does that, he explained to me .it is like the finishing pack a mother gives her child here after she had brushed .I have seen her fix all these things so often that I can do the it just the way she does. I don’t know why I do it, I just do it. As he talked I realized there was something in this room that he wanted me to discover. I looked around .when my eyes reached the corner of the room near the fire place, he broke into a happy laugh and drew his hands together.”That is” he cried out “you have found it, I know you would, it is her picture” I went to a little black shelf that held a small picture of the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. There was a sweetness and sofnesst in the woman’s expression that I had never seen before .the man took the picture from my hands and stared at it. She was 19 on her last birthday that was the day we were married. When you see her or just wait until you meet her. “Where is she now? “I asked. ”oh, she is away” the man said putting the picture back on the little black shelf .she went to visit her parents. They live 50 or 40 miles here. She has been gone two weeks today. “when will she be back” I asked,”well, this is Wednesday” he said slowly” she will be back on Saturday in the evening” I felled I shakily sense of regret I am sorry because I will be gone by then” I said.” gone? No, why should you go? Don’t go, she will be so sorry. You see she likes to have people come and stay with us” “no, I really must leave” I said firmly. he picked up her picture and held it before my eyes,”here” he said “now you tell her to her face that you could have stay to meet her and you would not”

dreamboys

homework :

One of the pictures on the wall was not hanging straight
he noticed and went to fixed
she stepped back several times to make sure the picture was really straight
then he gave a gentle touch with his hand
she always does that ,he explain to me
it is like finishing pet a mother gives her child's here after she have rushed it
i having seeing her fix or this thing so often that i can do it just the way she does
i dont know why i do it
i just do it
as she told , i realize there was something in the this room  he wanted me to discover
i looked around ,when my eyes reached the corner of room near the fireplace
he broken into a happy laugh and rub his hands together
that's it , he cried out,you have found it ,i know you would ,it is her picture
i went to a little black shelf that heard a small picture of most beautiful women i had ever seen
there was steetness and softness in the woman that expression
that i had never seen before
the man took the picture from my hands and still that he
she was nineteen on her last birthday
that was the day we were married
when you see her ,oh, just wait and tell you meet her
where she now , i asked
oh ,she is a way ,the man side ,putting the picture in the little black shelf
he went to visit his parents ,they leave 40,50 mails from here
she has been gone 2 weeks today
when will she be back i asked
well, this is wednesday ,he said slowly,she will be back on saturday in the evening
i felt a shook sence of regret
i am sorry because i will gone by them i said
gone ,no,why should you go
dont go, she will be so sorry
you see, she likes to have poeple come and stay with us
no, i really must leave
i said firmly
he picked up his picture and hanged it before my eyes
here ,he said
now you tell her to her face that you could have to stay to meet  her and you would not

54280014

One of the picture on the wall was not hanging straight, he noticed it and went to fixed it. He stepped back servral times to make sure the picture was really straight. Then he give it a gentle touch with his hand. "She always does that,"He explained to me, "It is like the finishing pat a mother gives her child hair after she has brushed it. I have seen her fix all this thing so often that I can do it just the way she does. I don't know why I do it. I just do it."
As he talked, I realized there was something in this room that he wanted me to discover. I looked around. When my eyes reached the corner of the room near the fireplace, he broken into a happy laugh and rapped his hand together.
"That's it", he cried out, "you have found it, I know you would.  It is her picture."
I went to a little black shelf that hold a small picture of the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. There was a sweetness and softness in the woman's expression that I had never seen before. The man took the picture from my hands and stared at it.
"She was ninteen on her last birthday. That was the day we married.  When you see her, oh, just wait until you meet her."
"Where is she now?", I asked.
"Oh, she is away.",the man said, putting the picture back on the little black shelf.
"She went to visit her parents. They lived fourty or fifty miles from here, she has been gone two weeks today."
"When will she be back?",I asked.
"Well, this is wednesday." He said slowly, "She will be back on Saturday in the evening."
I felt a short sense of regret.
"I am sorry, because I will be gone by then." I said.
"Gone? No, why should you go? Don't go, she will be so sorry. You see, she likes to have people come and stay with us."
"No, I really must leave." I said firmly.
He picked up her picture and held it before my eyes.
"Here." He said, "Now you tell her to her face that you could have stay to meet her and you would not ?"

春山如笑

on 头帖

 

One of the pictures on the wall was not hanging straight. He noticed it and went to fix it. He stepped back several times to make sure the picture was really straight, then he gave it a gentle touch with his hand.

 

“She always does that.” He explained to me,''it is like the finishing pat a mother gives  her child's hair after she has brushed it. I have seen she fix all these things so often that I can’t do it just the way she does. I don’t know why I do it. I just do it.”

 

As he talked, I realized there was something in this room that he wanted me to discover. I looked around. When my eyes reached the corner of the room near the fire place, he broke into a happy laugh and rubbed his hands together.

 

''That’s it!'' He cried out, ''You have found it! I knew you would! It is her picture.''

 

I went to a little black shelf that held a small picture of the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. There was a sweetness and softness in the woman’s expression that I had never seen before.

 

The man took the picture from my hands and stared at it. ''She was nineteen on her last birthday. That was the day we were married. When you see her, oh, just wait/  until you meet her.''

 

“Where is she now ?” I asked.

 

“Oh, she is away.” The man sighed, putting the picture back on the little black shelf. ''She went to visit her parents. They live/ forty or fifty miles from here. She has been gone two weeks to date.”

 

“When will she be back?” I asked.

 

“Well,this is Wednesday,” He said slowly, ''she will be back on Saturday in the evening.”

 

I felt a sharp sense of regret. ''I am sorry, because I will be gone by then.” I said.

 

“Gone? No, why should you go? Don’t go. She will be so sorry. You see, she likes to have people come and stay with us.”

 

“No, I really must leave.” I said firmly.

 

He picked up her picture and held it before my eyes. ''Here,'' he said, ''now you tell her to her face that you could have to stay to meet her and you would not?”

jackwang1999

请问大虾, It's like the finishing pat a mother gives her child's hair after she has brushed it .是啥意思? 最后一句话怎么理解?为什么用could have to 和 would ? 谢谢!!

pierce willton

homework

 

One of the pictures on the wall was not hanging straight. He noticed it and went to fix it. He stepped back several times to make sure the picture was really straight, then he gave it a gentle touch with his hand.

 

"She always does that." he explained to me,  "It is like the finishing pat a mother gives her child's hair  here after she has brushed it. I have seen her fix all these things so often that I can't do it just the way she does. I don't know why I do it. I just do it."

 

As he talked, I realized there was something in this room that he wanted me to discover. I looked around. When my eyes reached the corner of the room near the fire place, he broke into a happy laugh and rubbed his hands together.

 

"That's it!" he cried out, "You have found it. I know you would! it is her picture."

 

I went to a little black shelf that held a small picture of the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. There was a sweetness and softness in the woman's expression that I had never seen before.

 

The man took the picture from my hands and stared at it. "She was 19 on her last birthday. That was the day we were married. When you see her, oh, just wait until you meet her."

 

"Where is she now?" I asked.

 

"Oh, she is away." the man said, putting the picture back on the little black shelf. "She went to visit her parents. They live forty or fifty miles from here. She has been gone two weeks to date."

 

"When will she be back?" I asked.

 

"Well, this is Wednesday," he said slowly, "She will be back on Saturday in the evening."

 

I felt a sharp sense of regret." I am sorry because I will be gone by then. I said.

"Gone? No, why should you go? Don't go! She will be so sorry. You see, she likes to have people come and stay with us."

 

"No, I really must leave." I said firmly.

 

He picked up her picture and held it before my eyes. "Here," he said, "Now you tell her to her face that you could have to stay to meet her and you, would not?"

娇奴

homework

 

One of the pictures on the wall was not hanging straight. He noticed it and went to fix it. He stepped back several times to make sure the picture was really straight, then he gave it a gentle touch with his hand.

 

''She always does that.'' He explained to me,''it is like the finishing / a mother gives  her child's hair after she has brushed it. I have seen she fix all these things so often that I can’t do it just the way she does. I don’t know why I do it. I just do it.'' As he talked, I realized there was something in this room that he wanted me to discover. I looked around. When my eyes reached the corner of the room near the fire place, he broke into a happy laugh and rubbed his hands together.

''That’s it!'' He cried out, ''You have found it! I knew you would! It is her picture.''

 

I went to a little black shelf that held a small picture of the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. There was a sweet/ and soft/ in the woman’s expression that I had never seen before. The man took the picture from my hands and stared at it. ''She was nineteen on her last birthday. That was the day we were married. When you see her, oh, just wait until you meet her.''

''Where is she now?'' I asked.

''Oh, she is away.'' The man sighed, putting the picture back on the little black shelf. ''She went to visit her parents. They live forty or fifty miles from here. She has been gone two weeks today.''

 

''When will she be back?'' I asked.

''Well,this is Wednesday,'' He said slowly, ''she will be back on Saturday in the evening.''

I felt a sharp sense of /. ''I am sorry, because I will be gone by then.'' I said.

''Gone? No, why should you go? Don’t go. She will be so sorry. You see, she likes to have people come and stay with us.''

''No, I really must leave.'' I said firmly.

He picked up her picture and held it before my eyes. ''Here,'' he said, ''now you tell her to her face that you could have to stay to meet her and you would not?''

stillliu

One of the pictures on the wall was not hung the straight. He noticed it and went to fix it. He step back several times to make sure the picture was really straight. Then he gave it gentle touch with his hand. "She alwasy does it", he explained to me. "It is like the finishing pat a mother gives her child after he has brushed. I have seen her fix all this things so often. I can do it just the way she does. I don't why I do it, I just do it." As he told, I realized there was something in this room that he wanted me to discover. I looked around, when my eyes reached the corner of the room near the fire place. He broke into happy life and rap his hand together. "That's it", he cried out," you have found it, I know you would. It is her picture." I went to a little..............that held the small picture of the most beatiful woman I had ever seen. There was a sweet....and soft.....of the woman's expression that I have never seen before. The man took the picture from my hand and stared at it. "She was nineteen on her last birthday that was the day we married. When you see her. Just wait and told you meet". "Where is she now". "Oh, she is away". The man sighed, putting her picture background a little....., she went to visit her parents. They live 44 miles from here. She has gone two weeks today". "When she will be back". I asked. "Well, this is Wednesday," he said slowly." She will be back on Saturday in the evening". I felt a short sense of regret. "I am sorry because I will be gone by then." I said. "Gone, no why shall you go. Don't go. She will be so sorry. You see, she likes to have people coming stay with us. " "No, I really must leave". I said firmly. He picked up her picture and held it before my eyes." Here". He said" now you tell her to her face that you could have stayed to meet her and you would not".

pumpkindyy

HOMEWORK

 

One of the pictures on the wall was not hanging straight. He noticed it and went to fix it. He stepped back several times to make sure the

picture was really straight. Then he gave it a gental touch with his hand.

 

"She always does that." he explained to me,"It is like finishing pat a mother gives her child's hair after she has brushed it.I have seen her fixed all these things so often that I can do it the way she does. I don't know why I do it, I just do it."

 

As he told, I realised that something in the room that he wanted me to discover. I looked around. When my eyes reached the corner of

the room near the fireplace he broke into a happy laught and rubbed his hands together.

 

 "That is it." he cried out"You have found it. I know you would, it is her picture."

 

I went in to a little black shelf that held a picture of the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. There was a sweetness and softness and in the woman's expression that I had never seen before. The man took the picture from my hands and steered at it.

 

"She was 19 on her last birthday that was the day we were married. When you see her, just wait until you to meet her."

 

"Where is she now?" I asked.

 

"Oh, she is away." The man said putting the picture back at the little black shelf, "She went to visit her parents. They live 40 or 50 miles from here. She has been gone two weeks to date."

 

 "When will she be back?" I asked.

 

"Well, this is Wednesday," he said slowly, "She will be back on Saturday in the evening".

 

I felt a sharp sense of regret. "I am sorry because I will be gone by then." I said.

 

"Gone? Why should you go? Don't go. She will be so sorry. You see she likes to have people come stay with us."

 

"No, I really must leave." I said friendly.

 

He picked up her picutre and held it before my eyes. "Here." he said, "Now you tell her to her face that you could have to stay to meet her and you would not".

找不到的兔子

One of the picture on the wall was not hanging straight. He noticed it, and went to fix it. He step back several times to make sure the picture was really straight, then he give it a gentle touch with his hand.
"she always does that", he explained it to me, "it's like a finishing pat a mother gives her child's hair after she has brushed it. I have seen her fix all these thing so often that I can do it just the way she does. I don't know why I do it, I just do it."

As he talked, I realized there was something in this room that he wanted me to discover.I looked around. When my eys reached the corner of the room near the fireplace, he broke into a happy laugh and rub his hands together.

"That's it", he cried out, "You have found it. I know you would. It is her picture." 
I went to a little black shelf, that held a small picture of a most beautiful wowan I had ever seen. There was a sweetness and softness in the woman's expression that I had never seen before.

The man took the picture from my hand and stared at it, "she was nineteen on her last birthday, that was the day we were married".
"When you see her?"
"Oh, just wait util you meet her."
"where is she now?" I asked.
"Oh, she is away", the man said, putting the picture back on the little black shelf."She went to visit her parents. They lived forty or fifty miles from here. She has been gone two weeks today".
"When will she be back", I asked.
"Well, this is Wednesday", he said slowly, "She will be back on Saturday in the evening".
I felt, I shocked since I regret, "I am sorry because I will be gone by then", I said.
"Gone, no, why should you go? Don't go. She will be so sorry. You see she likes to have people come and stay with us".
"No, I really must leave", I said firmly.
"You picked up her picture and held it before my eyes, here", he said, "now, you tell her to her face that you could have stayed to meet her and you would not".

milishine

Homework

 

One of the pictures on the wall was not hanging straight. He noticed it, and went to fix it. He stepped back several times to make sure the picture was really straight, then he give it a gentle touch with his hand.

She always does that, he explain to me. It was like the finishing pat a mother gives her child's hair after she has brushed it. I have seen her fix all these things so often that I can do it just the way she does. I don't know why I do it, I just do it.

As he talked, I realized there was something in this room that he wanted me to discover. I looked around. When my eyes reached the cornor of the room near the fireplace, he broke into a happy laugh, and rubbed his hand togerher.

That's it. You have found it. I know you would. It is her picture.

I went to a little black shelf, that held the small picture of the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. There was a sweetness and softness on the woman expression, that I have never seen before. The men took the picture from my hand and stare at it.
 
She was nineteen on her last birthday. That was the day we were married. When you see her, oh, just wait until you meet her.
 
Where is she now? I asked.

Oh, she's away. The man said, putting the picture back on the little black shelf.She went to see her parents. They live 40 or 50 miles from here. She has been gone two weeks to date.
 
When will she be back? I ask.

 

Well, this is wednesday, He said slowly. she will be back on saturday, in the evening.

 

I felt a sharp sense of regret.I am sorry, because I will be gone by then. I said.

 

Gone? No, why should you go? Don't go. She will be so sorry. You see she likes to have people come and stay with us.

 

No, I really must leave. I said firmly.

 

He pick up her picture and held it before my eyes. Here, he said, now you tell her to her face that you could stay to meet her and you would not.