HOW TO COOK A THANKSGIVINGTURKEY
Step 1: Go buya turkey
Step 2: Take a drink of whiskey (scotch)
Step 3.: Put turkey in the oven
Step 4: Take another 2 drinks of whiskey
Step 5: Set the degree at 375 ovens
Step 6: Take 3 more whiskeys of drink
Step 7: Turn oven the on
Step 8: Take 4 whisks of drinky
Step 9: Turk the bastey
Step 10: Whiskey another bottle of get
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Step 1l: Stick a turkey in the thermometer
Step 12: Glass yourlf a pour of whiskey
Step 13: Bake the whiskey for 4 hours
Step 14: Take the oven out of the turkey
Step 15: Take the oven out of the turkey
Step 16: Floor the turkey up off of the pick
Step 17: Turk the carvey
Step 18: Get yourlf another scottle of botch
Step 19: Tet the sable and pour yourlf a glass of turkey
Step 20: Bless the saying, pass and eat out
Early Autumn
by Langston Hughes
When Bill was very young, they had been in love. Many nights they had spent walking, talking together. Then something not very important had come between them, and they didn’t松下电器怎么样
speak. Impulsively, she had married a man she thought she loved. Bill went away, bitter about women.
Yesterday, walking across Washington Square, she saw him for the first time in years.
―Bill Walker,‖ she said.
He stopped. At first he did not recognize her, to him she looked so old.
―Mary! Where did you come from?‖
Unconsciously, she lifted her face as though wanting a kiss, but he held out his hand. She took it.
―I live in New York now,‖ she said.
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黄山松树―Oh‖—smiling politely, then a little frown came quickly between his eyes.
―Always wondered what happened to you, Bill."
―I’m a lawyer. Nice firm, way downtown.‖
―Married yet?‖
―Certainly, two children.‖
―Oh,‖ she said.
A great many people went past them through the park. People they didn’t know. It was late afternoon. Nearly sunt.Cold.
―And your husband?‖ he asked her.
―We have three children. I work in the bursar’s office at Columbia.‖
―You’re looking very…..(he want to say old)…….well,‖ he said.
She understood. Under the trees in Washington Square, she found herlf desperately reaching back into the past. She had been older than he then in Ohio. Now she was not young at all. Bill was
still young.
―We live on Central Park West,‖ she said. ―Come and e us sometime.‖
―Sure,‖ he replied. ―You and your husband must have dinner with my family some night. Any night. Lucille and I’d love to have you.‖
The leaves fell slowly from the trees in the square. Fell without wind. Autumn dusk. She felt a little sick.
―We’d love it,‖ she answered.
―You ought to e my kids.‖ He grinned.
Suddenly the lights came on up the whole length of Fifth Avenue, chains of misty brilliance in the blue air.
陕西壶口瀑布―There’s my bus,‖ she said.
烧鸡腿He hel d out his hand. ―Good-bye.‖
―When…….‖she wanted to say, but the bus was ready to pull off. The lights on the avenue blurred, twinkled, blurred. And she was afraid to open her mouth as she entered the bus. Afraid it would be impossible to utter a word.
Sud denly she shrieked very loudly, ―Good-bye!‖ But the bus door had clod.
The bus started. People came between them outside, people crossing the street, people they didn’t know. Space and people. She lost sight of Bill. Then she remembered she had forgotten to give him her address—or to ask him for his—or tell him that her youngest boy was named Bill, too.
The Ray
数的成语开头By Ron Milner
One slender stream of sunlight filled he slight hiatus between the clod drapes and plunged through the window down diagonally across the room. Bridging the small glass-doored bookca beneath the window, which was an annex of the two larger bookcas that covered, excepting the window space, one full wall of the room. Passing over the moderate-sized, tasteful coffee table in front of the leather couch; not touching, on the table, the delicate wine glass or the bottle of sherry, nor the huge, black-leather-bound Bible with its red silk marker, the thick red edges of its pages.
The stream of sunlight touched none of this as it pasd, but caud a reflective gleam on the silver badge pinned to the wallet lying open on thetable alongside the clod Bible; a gleam which shone on the edge of a paper stamped SECURITY U.S. that peeped from the wallet’s bill compartment. The stream did not touch that directly, merely caud a reflective gleam. For it dove as though magnetized, hypnotized over the spread-eagle shoes, the rumpled argyle socks; over the brief flash of hair covered starkly pale-pink skin beneath the wrinkled pants; past the thick sweater which gave way to the leafs of the sportcoat flung immobilely out to the sides where the one hand appeared so naked and virginal becau the other hid behind the dark heavy steel of the small revolver; past the untied bow tie, the stiffly thrusted chin, the tight thin lips; not marking the neat purple-edged hole at the left temple, nor the small pool of drying blood that had escaped to the carpet and now stopped running – directly to the eyeglass that had been thrown just slightly to the right of the dead face by the force of the low-caliber bullet.
The sunlight went, as an eager lover, straight to the eyeglass; kissing them; blazing there in a frolicking glitter. One ecstatic ray reflected off to the right, to the wall, to the wooden edge of a glass-covered bulletin which hung there proclaiming;
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DR. SAMUEL J. EV ANSTON, FOR HIS
OUTSTANDING WORK IN THE FIELD OF
NUCLEAR RESEARCH, HAS BEEN A WARDED,
ON THIS DA Y, THE--.
The reflected ray danced ecstatically on the wooden frame of the glass-covered bulletin, just above a large sheet of note paper attached there by one tiny straight pin. The ray danced from the frame onto the glass, glittering playfully; then skipped toward the tiny straight pin and jumped onto it, gleaming minutely. Sparked there for an instant, before leaping to the note paper and playing among the large, neatly printed words:
I SA W THE GREA T LIGHT BURN AWAY THE DESERT
AND I THOUGHT IT GOOD. THA T IT WOULD FEED, AND WARM.
THEN I SA W THE DESERT TURN TO GLASS AND HEARD
BABES SCREAM IN TERROR! YET, STILL I THOUGHT IT GOOD,
THA T IT WOULD GIVE LIGHT AND DO WORK. NOW I SEE THE DARKNESS!
LO! WE HA VE DICOVERED THE SECRET OF FIRE,
AND ARE BURNING AWAY THE FIELDS!
O, OUR FA THER! WE KNOW WHA T WE DO!
BUT CANNOT STOP OURSELVES!
The ecstatic ray played among the neatly printed words until darkness came and devoured it.
