网上的美照一拨又一拨，照片中女孩们姿态优美，容光焕发，这些照片是如何拍出来的呢？最近名为“社交网上的男朋友”的账号走红，隐藏在镜头背后的男人终于得见天日。这些网

There came a frantic knock at the doctor's office door,A knock, more urgent than he had ever heard before,"Come in, Come in," the impatient doctor said,"Come in, Come in, before you wake the dead."In walked a frightened little gir

"But what if I break my arm again?" my five year-old daughter asked, her lower lip trembling. I knelt holding onto her bike and looked her right in the eyes. I knew how much she wanted to learn to ride. How often she felt left out when her

大约十年前，我还在上大学，当时我在学校自然历史博物馆里实习。有一天，当我在赠品店的收银机那里忙活时，看到一对年迈的夫妇，推着一辆轮椅走了进来，轮椅上坐了个小女孩。About ten years ago when I was an undergraduate in college, I was working as a

大约十年前，我还在上大学，当时我在学校自然历史博物馆里实习。有一天，当我在赠品店的收银机那里忙活时，看到一对年迈的夫妇，推着一辆轮椅走了进来，轮椅上坐了个小女孩。About ten years ago when I was an undergraduate in college, I was working as a

Dreams keep running through my mindReflecting memories of long ago.Made in a land of fairy tales,A place my heart longs for so.Cut off from the rest of the worldWith streams, and meadows to roam,Viewed from a little girl's eyes,A place that

We lived on the banks of the Tennessee River, and we owned the summers when we were girls. We ran wild through humid（潮湿的，湿润的） summer days that never ended but only melted one into the other. We floated down rivers of weekdays with

Recently, I heard a touching story which illustrates（阐明，说明） the power that words have to change a life -- a power that lies right in the hands of those reading this article. Mary had grown up knowing that she was different from the o

Good little girls ought not to make mouths at their teachers for every trifling offense. This kind of retaliation（报复，反击） should only be resorted to under peculiarly aggravating circumstances.If you have nothing but a rag doll stuffed

We lived on the banks of the Tennessee River, and we owned the summers when we were girls. We ran wild through humid（潮湿的） summer days that never ended but only melted one into the other. We floated down rivers of weekdays with no schoo

Sitting on a grassy grave, beneath one of the windows of the church, was a little girl. With her head bent back 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

"You left it in the lift," he said. "May I sit down?" His voice was soft. Cultivated. What could I say? The tables were all pretty full so I nodded. He began to eat. I'd always thought he picked at his food. But as I watched, I no