其实帅哥心里对学霸有执念

加油吧

要抓住一个男生的心 你值得拥有！

别写了反正老师看都不看就会卖掉

作业太难没动力了

没作业路过

咦

‮@happy橙sky

后天是情人节，不想被虐哭就老实写作业吧

写完作业玩的踏实

我正在写

我只是看看然后激励着我

e sun had not yet risen. The sea was indistinguishable from the sky, except that the sea was slightly creased as if a cloth had wrinkles in it. Gradually as the sky whitened a dark line lay on the horizon dividing the sea from the sky and the grey cloth became barred with thick strokes moving, one after another, beneath the surface, following each other, pursuing each other, perpetually.
As they neared the shore each bar rose, heaped itself, broke and swept a thin veil of white water across the sand. The wave paused, and then drew out again, sighing like a sleeper whose breath comes and goes unconsciously. Gradually the dark bar on the horizon became clear as if the sediment in an old wine-bottle had sunk and left the glass green. Behind it, too, the sky cleared as if the white sediment there had sunk, or as if the arm of a woman couched beneath the horizon had raised a lamp and flat bars of white, green and yellow spread across the sky like the blades of a fan. Then she raised her lamp higher and the air seemed to become fibrous and to tear away from the green surface flickering and flaming in red and yellow fibres like the smoky fire that roars from a bonfire. Gradually the fibres of the burning bonfire were fused into one haze, one incandescence which lifted the weight of the woollen grey sky on top of it and turned it to a million atoms of soft blue. The surface of the sea slowly became transparent and lay rippling and sparkling until the dark stripes were almost rubbed out. Slowly the arm that held the lamp raised it higher and then higher until a broad flame became visible; an arc of fire burnt on the rim of the horizon, and all round it the sea blazed gold.
The light struck upon the trees in the garden, making one leaf transparent and then another. One bird chirped high up; there was a pause; another chirped lower down. The sun sharpened the walls of the house, and rested like the tip of a fan upon a white blind and made a blue finger-print of shadow under the leaf by the bedroom window. The blind stirred slightly, but all within was dim and unsubstantial. The birds sang their blank melody outside.
‘I see a ring,’ said Bernard, ‘hanging above me. It quivers and hangs in a loop of light.’
‘I see a slab of pale yellow,’ said Susan, ‘spreading away until it meets a purple stripe.’
‘I hear a sound,’ said Rhoda, ‘cheep, chirp; cheep chirp; going up and down.’
‘I see a globe,’ said Neville, ‘hanging down in a drop against the enormous flanks of some hill.’
‘I see a crimson tassel,’ said Jinny, ‘twisted with gold threads.’
‘I hear something stamping,’ said Louis. ‘A great beast’s foot is chained. It stamps, and stamps, and stamps.’
‘Look at the spider’s web on the corner of the balcony,’ said Bernard. ‘It has beads of water on it, drops of white light.’
‘The leaves are gathered round the window like pointed ears,’ said Susan.
‘A shadow falls on the path,’ said Louis, ‘like an elbow bent.’
‘Islands of light are swimming on the grass,’ said Rhoda. ‘They have fallen through the trees.’
‘The birds’ eyes are bright in the tunnels between the leaves,’ said Neville.
‘The stalks are covered with harsh, short hairs,’ said Jinny, ‘and drops of water have stuck to them.’
‘A caterpillar is curled in a green ring,’ said Susan, ‘notched with blunt feet.’
‘The grey-shelled snail draws across the path and flattens the blades behind him,’ said Rhoda.
‘And burning lights from the window-panes flash in and out on the grasses,’ said Louis.
‘Stones are cold to my feet,’ said Neville. ‘I feel each one, round or pointed, separately.’
‘The back of my hand burns,’ said Jinny, ‘but the palm is clammy and damp with dew.’
‘Now the cock crows like a spurt of hard, red water in the white tide,’ said Bernard.
‘Birds are singing up and down and in and out all round us,’ said Susan.
‘The beast stamps; the elephant with its foot chained; the great brute on the beach stamps,’ said Louis.
‘Look at the house,’ said Jinny, ‘with all its windows white with blinds.’
‘Cold water begins to run from the scullery tap,’ said Rhoda, ‘over the mackerel in the bowl.’
‘The walls are cracked with gold cracks,’ said Bernard, ‘and there are blue, finger-shaped shadows of leaves beneath the windows.’
‘Now Mrs Constable pulls up her thick black stockings,’ said Susan.
‘When the smoke rises, sleep curls off the roof like a mist,’ said Louis.
‘The birds sang in chorus first,’ said Rhoda. ‘Now the scullery door is unbarred. Off they fly. Off they fly like a fling of seed. But one sings by the bedroom window alone.’
‘Bubbles form on the floor of the saucepan,’ said Jinny. ‘Then they rise, quicker and quicker, in a silver chain to the top.’
‘Now Billy scrapes the fish-scales with a jagged knife on to a wooden board,’ said Neville.
‘The dining-room window is dark blue now,’ said Bernard, ‘and the air ripples above the chimneys.’
‘A swallow is perched on the lightning-conductor,’ said Susan. ‘And Biddy has smacked down the bucket on the kitchen flags.’

@易安诀
太阳还没有升起。大海与天空难以分辨，但海是略有褶皱的如布有皱纹。当天空泛白的黑线躺在地平线将海从天空和灰色布成为禁止厚厚的笔触逐渐，一个接一个，在表面之下，在对方，追求对方，永远。当他们接近岸边的每一条玫瑰，堆本身，打破了扫一层薄薄的白水穿过沙滩。波停顿了一下，然后画了出来，叹息像卧铺的呼吸来来去去地。渐渐地，地平线上的黑暗酒吧变得清晰，好像一个旧酒瓶里的沉淀物沉淀了，留下的玻璃是绿色的。在它的后面，太，放晴的天空好像有白色的沙沉没，或如果一个女人用地平线下手臂了灯和白色的扁钢，绿色和黄色的天空像一个风扇叶片蔓延。然后她举起灯高，空气似乎成为纤维和撕离绿色表面闪烁和燃烧的红色和黄色的纤维像烟熏火咆哮从一堆篝火。逐渐的燃烧的篝火纤维融合为一的阴霾，一个白炽，解除了对羊毛的灰色天空的重量压在上面，把它转化为软蓝一百万原子。海面慢慢变得透明，碧波荡漾，波光粼粼的躺着直到暗条纹几乎被抹掉了。慢慢地，把灯举得更高，那么高到广阔的火焰变得可见的手臂；火燃烧的地平线上的弧形，与周围的海洋闪耀的金。在花园里的树上，使一片叶子透明，然后另一个。一只鸟儿啁啾地高了起来，有一个停顿，另一只啁啾的低了下来。太阳把房子的墙壁磨尖，像一个白色窗帘上的一个风扇的顶端，在卧室的窗户下，用一个蓝色的手指印着阴影下的树叶。盲人微微动了动，但都在昏暗和薄弱。鸟儿在外面唱着空白的旋律。“我看见一个戒指，”伯纳德说，“在我上面。它颤抖着，挂在一个循环的光。”“我看见一片浅黄色的板，”苏珊说，“在它遇到一条紫色的条纹时，它就散开了。”“我听到一个声音，”罗达说，“吱吱，吱吱啁啾啁啾；；上下。”“我看到一个球，”内维尔说，“挂在对一些山的巨大侧翼下降。”“我看到一个红色流苏，金妮说，“黄金线缠绕。”“我听见有什么东西有点冲压，”路易斯说。一只野兽的脚被锁住了。它邮票，邮票和邮票。“看在阳台的角落里的蜘蛛网，”伯纳德说。“它有水的珠子，白色的光。”苏珊说：“树叶都像尖耳朵一样聚集在窗户上，”。“一个影子落在了小路上，”路易斯说，“像一个弯管。”“岛光在草地上游泳，”罗达说。“他们已经从树上掉了。”内维尔说：“鸟儿们的眼睛在树叶之间的隧道里亮了。“秸秆覆盖粗糙，短头发，”金妮，“水滴坚持他们。”“一只毛毛虫在一个绿色的环里蜷缩着，”苏珊说，“用钝脚的缺口。”“灰壳的蜗牛在小路上，把他身后的叶片，”罗达说。