The climate in our country is very pleasant. It's always warm in spring, hot in summer and cold in winter. My favourite season is autumn, because it's always warm in September and October. It's often cold in November. It's certainly in

Growing up, I always wanted a dog. Probably because most of my friends had them, my favorite TV families had them, and it just seemed normal, and American, to have a pooch（杂种狗） in the house. My Dad is very clean. Not just clean, I mig

The woman in my life catches me when I've fallenAnd holds me like a baby when I'm hurt.No matter how high I climbShe guides me safely back to earth. And she's there when I need her,My guardian angel,In the dark I can see herHere by my side

I will know that only those with inferior（差的，自备的） ability can always be at their best, and I am not inferior. There will be days when I must IN THE WORLD constantly struggle against forces which would tear me down. Those such a desp

The tides advance, the tides recede. Winter goes and summer comes. Summer wanes and the cold increases. The sun rises, the sun sets. The moon is full, the moon is black. The birds arrive, the birds depart. Flowers bloom, flowers fade. Seeds

"We are reading the first verse of the first chapter of a book whose page are infinite..." I do not who wrote those words, but I allways likes them as a reminder that the future van be anything We want to take it. We can take the mysterio

The night is beautiful, So the faces of my people. The stars are beautiful, So the eyes of my people. Beautiful, also, is the sun. Beautiful, also, are the souls of my people.

I am writing this the day before I know my fate-the day before I know the answer to what will happen in my life. I am writing this with my mind set that I will carry on and not let life pass me by. I am determined that I will see the world

"We are reading the first verse of the first chapter of a book whose pages are infinite..." I do not know who wrote those words, but I have always liked them as a reminder that the future can be anything we want to make it. We can take the

From the window of my room, I could see a tall cotton-rose hibiscus. In spring, when green foliage was half hidden by mist, the tree looked very enchanting dotted with red blossom. This inspiring neighbor of mine often set my mind working.

I will live this day as if it is my last. And what then shall I do? Forgetting yesterday neither will I think of tomorrow. Why should I throw note after maybe? Can tomorrow's sand flow through the glass before today's? Will the sun rise tw