A gray sweater hung limply on Tommy’s empty desk, a reminder of the dejected boy who had just followed his classmates from our third-grade room. Soon Tommy’s parents, who had re- cently separated, would arrive for a conference on his fail

We all come to the world, but why do some of us make great achievements known forever and why are they remembered forever even though they leave the world? And why do some leave the world without anything valuable to his generation and the

I am thirty-three years old, and I am so happy that I am not a mother. I do not hear a biological clock ticking, only the nerve wrecking ticks of bombs yet to explode. My friends are leaping whenever their cell phones ring. "Where are you?

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七月流火的季节，玩橄榄球的男孩邂逅心仪已久但未敢表白的碧眼金发女郎，两人不言不语，漫步海滩，男孩献出毕生难忘的初吻。IT was a hot summer day in July . I had been playing football with my friends all afternoon and was on my way home to take a

Back when I was a child, before life removed all the innocence,My father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me and thenSpin me around ´til I fell asleep.Then up the stairs he would carry meAnd I knew for sure I was loved.If I

Owen's treble and goals from Liverpool team-mates Steven Gerrard and Emile Heskey demolished the Germans in their own backyard to boost England's chances of automatic qualification for the 2002 Finals. He said: 'You can dream about scoring

When I arrived I found her sitting on the stoep. She looked lonely and pathetic, and for the first time I wondered why no man had ever taken her and looked after her and loved her. Mother had told me that Great-aunt Stephina had been lovely

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　I am thirty-three years old，and I am so happy that I am not a mother. I do not hear a biological clock ticking，only the nerve wrecking ticks of bombs yet to explode. My friends are leaping whenever their cell phones ring.“Where are you