GRE串词故事
Word List 20--Poor Rose
Rose was a student. She didn't like her teacher's homilies and hauteur. Her
teacher once told her that the crime of Nanking Holocaust was forgivable. It
made Rose angry when she thought about those heinous Japanese. So after the
class she said in the face of her teacher: "How dare you say that Nanking
Holocaust is forgivable! Japanese had caused a great deal of havoc in China. You
idiot and your heterodoxy!" her teacher hectored her: " Don't speak to
me like this or I will gouge your eyes out with a hilted dagger." Rose
said: " Should you do this I would pull my pistol out from the holster and
shoot you to death. You helot. You gorgon." Then rose went to her haunt by
hitching: the seashore. She saw a helmsman sail a boat in the sea. That helmsman
saw her too. He turned the helm and the boat was coming nearer and nearer.
Although Rose was a homely girl, she was in her heyday. So she was somewhat
attractive. That man went down into the hold. One minute later, the hatch
opened, the man came out from the hold, a harpoon in his hand and a helmet on
his head! Perhaps he used it to prey hippocampus! That poor guy wanted to behave
hardy before a lady! His heroics made rose feel sick. Rose could see that man's
face clearly. What a hideous face! She really wished there were a hiatus in that
boat so the boat would heel over. Then something came into her mind: there was a
hecatomb today. So she went home. She knocked the door. Her mother hobbled along
on her crutches to open the door. "Where is my father?" "Your
father want to harness that wild field behind our house. In the morning he hewed
the hibiscus out with a hatchet. Then he plowed the field. I think he is
leveling clumps of earth with a harrow now." Rose didn't know why her
father was working while her mother was doing nothing. Perhaps because her
mother had got the hepatitis. Perhaps father was henpecked and mother had the
absolute hegemony over the family. This made Rose think of her grandma. Her
grandma didn't seem to harmonize with the family when she was alive. The old
women once had the hegemony over the family. When the old women died, she left
nothing to the heiress-Rose's mother, except the heritage of personality. It
must be the problem of personality that decide who had the absolute hegemony
over the family. Rose had a brother named Jack. Jack was studying in a Chinese
university, something like USTC. As far as she knew, Jack was doing some
research work about histology in Biology Department. Jack had written one
holograph to the family. He said: "I am a highbrow. You are lowbrows. So we
are heterogeneous." Jack was so haughty. Once Rose paid much homage to
Jack. Now she didn't. "I would rather be a hawker than a USTCer." She
said to herself. Then her father came in, a haversack on his huckleback, a helve
in his hand. "What's wrong with you, Rose?" Her father asked.
"Nothing. Just I had a hassle with my teacher, that harridan," She
said, "does a hibiscus belong to heliotrope?" "I only know the
hibiscus is herbaceous." "No, the hibiscus is arberaceous," she
corrected, "by the way, don't work too hard, be careful of heliosis."
"Don't worry, the work isn't harrowing." Her father nodded. In the
afternoon the hoary hecatomb was held. A lot of heavy-handed hardy man led 100
hippopotamuses with hawsers. They heaved those hippopotamuses up onto the
depots. Then one man played the harpsichord. These were somewhat like
histrionics. Everyone was hectic. It was because of the hedge of convention that
this rite was held. The hearsay said if the rite was not held each year, the God
will be very angry. It is hazardous to the villagers. The villagers are so
hidebound. After the rite, each person had his helping of hirsute hippopotamus
meat. "Oh, dear God, can you change me into a hawk? Then I will fly to one
haven to lead a hedonistic life." Poor Rose sighed.
Word List 21--One Sweet Day
One day P told me MM1 wanted me to do her a favor. It turned out that MM1's
ma was hooked on horticulture. There was a chrysanthemum exposition in XYJ Park.
MM1 wanted me to take pictures of those chrysanthemums so she could mail them to
her ma who couldn't see the exposition. " But no honorariums." P told
me. I did't care of course. Any way, my life was humdrum those days. The next
day, the weather was not horrendous, I went to XYJ with 3 MMs (two of them would
do some else help). We hoodwinked the guarders who showed us no hospitality that
we were relatives of the manager. No sooner had we gone into the Park free than
a horde of hooligans came to us. There was a trouble on the horizon. But I knew
they were only hulking louts. So I hoared out to them: "Don't show any
hubris before me. I have a pistol inside my holster." Of course it
terrified them. They ran away. Then we began taking pictures of chrysanthemums.
"How long have you honed your photographic skills?" MM3 asked. "2
years." "Can you tell me something about photography."
"Sure. First you must know horology well... There are numerous hurdles on
the road to success." "Oh. I am making an idol of you." I smiled.
MM3 was a really lovely girl. I said:"I hate the hurly-burly of city. I
like husbandry. I want to lead an idyllic life. I like the hush of the evening
in countryside." "You enjoy quiet?" "I'm not certain. I am a
hustler in our class. For I have interests in lots of fields, I think I am good
at none of them. Perhaps I am hypercritical with myself... I want to get my
master degree of photography with honours." "Surely you will if you
work hard." "Thanks for your hortation." "Are you an
idolater." "Yes. I like MTW." Suddenly MM2 shouted to
me:"How ignoble you are." I was so surprised after suffering such an
ignominy. So I asked MM2:" What are you huffy about?" "MTW is the
initials of my name." "But MTW stands for Meng Ting Wei also."
"She is hypersensitive because she is suffering from hypochondria."
MM3 explained. "Oh." I sighed. There was a hump far away. When we came
near, we knew it was a hummock. There was an igloo on the hummock. Icicle formed
down the igloo. Beside the igloo was a hydrant. Icing formed on that hydrant.
Beside the igloo was a hovel with a flock of hummingbirds on it. Suddenly I
heared the howling of a hyena. Then I saw a hound fighting against a hyena. Then
a hoyden came near. It turned out that the hound was hers. They were hunting
hyenas in XYJ Park! I didn't have humane feelings towards hyenas after I watched
the movie Lion King. So I just left them. At noon a huckster came to us. MM1
bought something. She gave me a hunk of bread and said: "It's very kind of
you to do me such a favor." "It's my pleasure. By the way, you really
have filial piety toward your ma." "My ma had ever gotten a serious
kind of disease. When she convalesced she was a mere husk of her former self. I
knew she was hooked on horticulture. So I..." Her voice was a little husky.
I knew she was hyperbolic when she said that. But her filial piety moved me.
When I went back, I saw beautiful sunglow was far away, I felt really happy.
What a beautiful day! What a beautiful life!
Word List 23--I Like Writing
Thank you for considering my "inflated" but none infantile ideas.
Indeed, my inchoate idea was to throw incendiary bomb, which could incur the
flame of writing in English, to English Board! I was infatuated with English
writing. It seems that indolence is indigenous to all of us. I was never
indolent. No matter the weather was inclement or horrendous I would go to the
lab to learn how to write, keeping myself incommunicado to avoid interruptions.
I was incontinent of enthusiasm to write. Oh, I really was an
"incorrigible" networm, an English Board lover! Why I continued again
and again even few person joined me? I think there were several reasons beyond I
was infatuated with English writing. I had good inducements. Firstly, it's
helpful to me. Those words I used in my article are indelible in my mind.
Secondly, I was inebriated by the success I had gotten. I wanted to share my
success with you. Thirdly, I had one feeling that I had an indenture with
English Board. I felt responsible to do so. The most infernal thing is I don't
have the time. I sometime did have incertitude if I could complete my plan. I
had an incubus lastnight--I failed to do so for my article papers were
incinerated by someone! Anyway, my inexorable resolution in continuing writing
is indubitable. By the way, some infelicitous words in my articles were and will
be ineluctable (not including those inconsequential words which I should know
how to use). I hope I was not indoctrinating or inculcating you in dogmas all
the time. My suggestion is highly inflammable. I am waiting for your action to
inflame it. Some of you maybe feel indisposed to do so. How can you imagine the
ineffable fun of it if you don't try. Indolance is incriminated as one of the
causes of failure(Surly I don't mean if you don't join me you will fail). So,
come on, pick up your pen and write something. I indemnify you from thinking it
is a waste of time after you try. I hope the incumbent master of this board will
help more. I hope my plan, which is at the inception of being implemented, will
help you. I hope my none-infinitesimal, indomitable, and indefatigable effort
will help you.
Word List 24--Some Innocuous Remarks
Some innocuous remarks about Sino-Japan relationship. First let's retrospect
the history curtly. After "9.18 Incident" Japanese invaded China on a
large scale. Their invasion had brought great deal of holocaust to our ingenuous
Chinese. After eight years they surrendered but never admitted wrong formally.
After the hard interim period they caught up with the development of the world.
They even ignored UN's injunction that they shouldn't establish army(their
defensive force is far beyond the function of defense). This has already
incurred inquietude in Asia. In fact we hadn't ask any indemnification from
Japan for the sake of Sino-Japan friendship. But recently Japanese have done a
lot of ingrate things. They interpolated the history that they entered but
invaded China. Two years ago several Japanese set facilites on Diaoyu islands
which belong to China. Several days ago Prisident Jiangzheming visited Japan. We
demanded Japanese admittment that they had done great wrong to Chinese people in
the Second World War. But little Japanese didn't do so. We're infuriated! How
can we forgive Japanese insipience and insolent any more? Japan is a nation
always inimical to other nations. Why? Let's uncover its integument and all are
intelligible. Japan is an insular country. Its resources are scarce. Their
children are inoculated the idea that they are poor and must "get" the
things they want from others since the day they are born. They share the same
incursionary character which is innate, inherent and ingrained. Japanese is an
iniquitous, insidious people!
Word List 25--The God Father
(It irks me when I do this irksome work. I'm jaded.) The old man died from
inveterate disease. He left an intestate estate. His sons and his intimacies had
a discussion about the intestate estate. First they checked on the inventory of
the company. Then decision was made. Mike got a kangaroo, a kayak, a book about
karate and a book about how to joust. Tom got a book about jurisprudence and an
adobe house beside the isthmus and a iridescent jade. Mike would continue his
father's enterprise. "Father was jaundiced to me," said Mike's sister'
husband, who got nothing. "But I'm inured to this." "Just now you
jabbered some invective words toward my father, didn't you?" "Oh,
no." "Let's get it clear. You inveigled irascible Sanio into a place
and had your men shoot him to death, didn't you?" "You must be
jocose." "I'm not making a jest." Mike pulled out a pistol from
the holster and said: "Go to death, you traitor." Then he pulled the
trigger. An inundation of men came into the house. Mike said: "Nothing
happened." After invocation the investiture was held. Mike was the new Don.
"How can we joust with other families?" Mike asked Tom. "Get rid
of them. Because we have many judicial friends so don't worry about
anything." "Our opinions jibe. I will have a jaunt. I'll be jocund if
you do it." "No problem, Don Mike. Have a jolly jaunt!" There was
a jamboree in front of one house. A janitor wearing a jaunty hat and jazzy
clothes standed at the gate. All families members who were inimical were there.
Then one truck stopped in front of the juxtaposed jambs. A man carrying a
machinegun stepped out then...
Word List 26--A Macabre Nightmare
I have a nightmare last night. I walked lackadaisically along a levee. I just
leavened the daily lackeyed life with a walk. On the left side of the levee was
sea. On the leeward side of the levee was a grove of larches. Suddenly a
leviathan leviated. I felt lethargic at the same time. My strength always has a
knack of losing when I need it. I cried and asked for help. I have a lachrymose
disposition. But the voice didn't come out of my larynx because I had a
laryngitis. Then I played a legerdemain and took a lance from my pocket. I
lancinated it with my lance. It caused a lesion on the leviathan. I saw a
lacerate wound on the its body. I lambasted it with my lash. Then I caught it
with my lasso. I laminated the lean meat of it and laved the meat with lark. I
ate some. When I went home I saw a female leopard in its lactation in its lair.
It was a leopard which suffered from lassitude because it had gotten the
leprosy. I gave it some meat as largesse. Then I went home laurels on head.
Word List 27--Poor Boy
There are so many words, having connection with sex, appear in list 26 and
list 27: LASCIVIOUS, LECHEROUS, LECHERY, LEER, LEWD, LIBERTINE, LIBIDO, LUST,
LIBIDINOUS, LICENTIOUS, LUSTFUL, and LUBRICIOUS. It's so strange. Let's turn to
my article.
I was always lucubrating on my courses. I am tired now. I really long for
those days When my Mom sang lullaby in my ears but I didn't want to sleep
because I was afraid of macabre nightmares. I long for those days when I read
those luscious librettos(libretti) for I dreamed to be an actor. I long for
those days when I rode my ligneous "limousine". I long for those days
when I lingered at lido. I long for that lissom girl who came into my dreams
often. Oh, how lugubrious I am.
Word List 28--One Dull Day
A maestro who weared a purplish mackintosh came into the room(he liked
magenta). He took his mackintosh off and folded it. He slipped it into his big
bag. He had a big bag, even bigger than that of a marsupial. He took out a piece
of gum, slipped it into his mouth, and masticated it. There was a medley of
voices in the room. The maestro took a mallet out of his bag and knocked a desk
with it. "Silent please." He said. Then the crowd formed into an
orderly matrix. "One man malingered." He said after he counted the
number. "We'll practice one madrigal today. Let's begin." ...
"That's all for today, Godbye." The maestro left the room. "Oh,
we're manumited at last." One man said. "That maestro is like a
matador who is not afraid of being mauled by bulls." "Oh, please leave
it. What do you want to do now." "To eat some toast spreaded with
margarine." "I'd like watching a marionette play."
Word List 29--Walk Out
I was really bored by English morphemics. I'm not morose in my daily life.
But morphemics was beyond my endurance. "Oh, let me call a moratorium on
it." I said to myself. I minced my way and bypassed the midget mere(in west
campus) which was emitting miasmata all the time. Then I reached a mesa. Walking
is a time of mirth in my daily time although it is meteoric. The dry
monsoon(mistral) blew my hands. It's a little cold. But I got mesmerized by the
cold feeling. I daydreamed some modish music mogul, for example Vanesse Mae(陈美),
with a memorable mien came into me. I didn't want to be morassed(mired) in mopes
forever. I had done only a moiety of work. This life was not moribund yet. (All
that I did was only to create a milieu conducive to the study of English.)
"Come on, man, keep up your mettle." I thought aloud and went back.
Word List 30--In The Moonlight
It is already mid-autumn, but the weather is still a little muggy. A full
moon hanging above the sky, I am walking on the moor,in the murky
moonlight.Seems it is romantic.But in fact I am moping,very morose.Every- thing
is muzzy in the dark for my myopia.
Ramling through the barren land,all the things happened in the daytime appear
in my mind again.What a horrible day, really like a nightmare.
"Morbid moralist! Morons!There will be nemesis soon!" I can't help
remarking angrily and mordantly.Today I went to see a granny in the hospital,who
was a neighbor of my family when I was just nascent.She is moribund because of a
seriouse nephritis.If I not hurry, maybe I could see her in necropolis only.
Granny is very rich,munificent and did myriad multifarious good things.But
her children are nefarious and niggard,always come to ask granny for nepotism
and nettled her much.When granny became ill,they never come to look after
her.Now she is about to mortuary,they suddenly all came with the obvious
motivation although not say it.
In the hospital,granny has been in a morass,made me mournful.Her mottled hair
almost all molted.Her natty ,mundane children were ingratiating in a
muddle,acting to be naive.However all they ask about not her feeling, but the
muniment,negotiable checks and savings accout.Granny has no strength to speak
now,she can just nasal murmuring.One guy began to slander saying the doctors are
mountebanks only capable of necromancy.After a while, they heard the words after
all that granny had give all her wealth to an orphanage and negated their
heirage,now she is necessitous.The children suddenly become like neutorics,
shouting as if the numitions had been inploded.Standing aside I feel nauseated,a
nick in my heart made me pain as if I were mortified, just looking straight at
the mosaic mural on the wall,tears in eye.Granny seems very placid as if musing
or narcotic.All in a mass,so I kissed her goodbey and left quietly.
"Dear granny, pitiful granny!" I murmured.
The silver moonlight covers the land,and there is a light mist with some
motes hovering in air now.Walking in the meandering mist,just like walking in
some fairyland of the beautiful myths.
A hunger come over me suddenly,how I want to find some morsel to nibble.I
come back to the mundane world again.
Word List 31--Something About A Nomad
After sitting down, Steven uses a nippers to put the hare on the fire. Eating
a wild animallike this is his routine nocturnal activity.
It is winter now, the nipping wind seems to kill him in this noisome cave. In
face of this situation, Steven has his own nirvana . After living thirteen years
of nomadic life, he has become nonchalant with such hard life. Looking at the
fire, Steven falls into meditation.
He is a noncomformist, more exactly he is a nihilismist, however, he doesn't
nitpick the mudane polity. In his mind, chairman is only a nominal nomenclature.
He loves nomadic life, he loves it so much that he left Lydia without regretness.
Lydia, what a nondescript name in his mind! How long have he haven't seen Lydia?
Steven closes his eyes and tries to recall , maybe fifteen years. Fifteen years!
It could transform a nubile girl into a peak woman.
Lydia is a novelettish nymph when they met. Her subject is obstetrics.
Although a novice in this filed, she has become a nonsuch(nonpareil) in their
county. How she can be notability in such a short time remains a mystery. But to
Steven, he knew that she useed her family's nostrum , a pilar with some noxious
novocaine.
Both of them deeply falled in love with each other , however, when they began
to talk about nutials, Steven met an oblate in front of a nunnery by chance. The
oblate spoke out a sentence:"You will be a nomad, it is your destiny."
and then left.
Steven believed numerology so much that he believed in the octogenarian. Thus
, he made up his mind to break his oath with Lydia. He knew that he would be
objectionable by abandoning his obligation. But he wasn't oblivious, he didn't
care about others obloquy. He was sure that after a long time, all of this would
be obliterated, and became oblivion.
He left an ode and began his nomadic life . As the result, he became an
oafish person in his hometown.
An odoriferous odor pulls him back to the reality. The hare is right to be
eaten. Steven sighs: I was a nomad, I am a nomad ,and I will be a nomad. But I
won't regret my choice.
Word List 32--To The Readers
The computer in my lab collapsed yesterday, so no article was offered. Sorry!
I have seen some paeans for my aricles. Thanks. (What a pachyderm!) It seems
like the fact ordains that I should continue not matter how busy I am. It's like
onus for me to write one article each day and publish it. In fact, writing and
publishing something every day is ossified in my life. If one day I stop doing
so but the work is not finished, I will be ostracized by myself from English
Board. Thank you for reading my "overly ornate" articles. After read
some you might find many sentences are otiose. This is unavoidable if all the
unfamiliar words are to be used. Some storys are even fatuous. I was overweening
and ignored overhauling the articles sometimes. So a lot of stupid mistakes are
in my writing. Any way I hope you enjoy my writing as pabulum. It seems that not
so many joined my program. Perhaps most of you may like learning English by
osmosis, by reading. I try to play ostrich and pretend not to see. I just do as
Nirvana(a beautiful name) told me: cheer up. I'll continue writing and
publishing. I'll continue calling for interests also. I have pasted my article
"May I have your attention please" on Advanced Edu Board and English
Board again to make more orotund voice. Oh, let me end my palaver.
Word List 33--A Cold Day
This is the first time to write article here,please forgive the mistakes. Yesterday there was a heavy snow in this city,the first one this year. The pedestrians with panoply in the campus are walking hastely ,except Jane, a peaky,pathetic girl.
She is walking very slowly,full of thought.The mistral lashes her pallid face,the biting cold penetrates the skin to her bone.But all these seem unpalpable to her.Maybe the pain of skin could palliate the pain of her
heart.
Jane is wretched girl.She is the eldest girl of an almost seperated family. And she has a little brother who is the focus of her family,for her father
show great partiality to boys with the thought that girls are useless.But because of the difficulty in her mother's parturition to the little boy, he became paralyzed when he was just three years old.However, Jane's father insisted that it was Jane's carelessness that made the boy so and he even became a little paranoid for he love that boy so much. Since then the parochial father showed great hatred to Jane,easy to be peevish and often panning her for just a peccadillo. He is parsimonious to her, left the patches on her clothes and outdated pastry of the pantry as her food,as if she is a parasite from
outside. Jane's only lover ,her mother, out of work for a long time because of the disease of her pancreas, is a weak woman and only has a paltry pension,unable to dissend with Jane's father,the breadwinner.She could only give Jane sth to pawn covertly sometimes.Ironically, Jane feels more familiar with the pawnbroker than her father. But there was another panic yesterday.Her father was penalized to the penitentiary because he peculated the pelf of his company.It is too late to be penitent."What to do now?",Jane's thought is in a
pandemonium,kicking the pebbles on the road.Her family is always in a pecuniary paucity,and now it becomes worse.Maybe they will be paupers soon, begging the patronage of the patricians.
The snow begin to pelt again,flakes falling down pell-mell.Dorm is ahead, but Jane is pendulous:"can I go back to dorm now? they will give parody
of me again." Snow being heavying,Jane decides back despite the impending
dirision. In the dorm,the girls are having a parley about the particulars of the Christmas Party.The panel is discussing about the proper parquetry of the parquet in the party.Most of them are daughters of the parvenus,pampered all the time.And they often show patent snob to Jane,thinking her a paradigm of the pariah,regarding her as some pandemic disease,once they touch her,must be pasteurized soon.Jane always feel as if in a pen when she is in the dorm,for she is not a peer of they,always like a unproper parenthesis.Sometimes she even wants to leave this place and go to a village with pellucid stream to become a pastor,living a pastoral life. Jane steps into the room and there is a sudden silence.Jane goes straight to the heater to parch herloves,parries the girls' always mock,but she
still can peek their pejorative eyes.Looking out of the window there is panorama of the patio, her heart full of pathos,feeling even colder than outside.On the pedestal of the sculpture, a little bird is trembling with cold.How pitiful!
She really cannot understand why to the girls studying pediatrics ,who will
be doctors in the future, the paramourt penchant are money and patina, why their only standard to judge a person is his/her stirp,status,wealth etc.
"That is unfair!"There is a paroxysm of anger in her heart.She remembered
apamphlet in which the author give panegyric to the pantheon,telling that everyone in the world are equal , are sons of the God.But why?... Standing before the window ,Jane is pensive.After a while, she murmurs slowly but firmly: God can't save me.It is I myself that can save me!! The snow has stopped. And there is a pastel of rosered suffusing the sky...
Word List 34--A peripatetic hero
I am a peripatetic hero. I was always obliging during my peregrination. One day a man asked me to help him. So I went to his house. His house was like a pigsty. I could feel a mystical penumbra when I entered the house. "About my eldest son." The old man said. "He ranked penultimate in his class because he liked philately too
much.. He suffered persiflage of his classmates. His teacher was peremptory and said it served him right. He perpetrated the murder of his teacher. Our perquisite was gone after my son was put into jail." "Don't be periphrastic, Dad. I give you the peroration," his perky
and petulcant son said, "We want you to rescue my brother." "It violates the law. Don't pervert my power." "But please." "Don't be pertinacious." I was very angry. "I know you are pettish, but please." I have seen enough persnickety man like him. He is so pesky. "No!" I said. "Oh...let's leave it...Oh... any way, you are the guest today. I have
perused two books, one pertaining to fishes, one pertaining to pharmacology. Eating perch is peptic." the old man said. "Don't be pharisaic." I said phlegmaticly. But in my heart I wanted
to eat perch.
"Let me tell you how I prepared it. First, I pestled the perch meat in a mortar. Then the water percolated out. Then..." Then the dish was served. I saw a phial of pharma under the table. They wanted to kill me for I didn't want to help them! I had a perfunctory eating. Of course I didn't die. He was in petrifaction then. I perforated his chest with my pincers and went out. Word List 35--Crazy for GRE It is the last time of p&p GRE!! The terrible news spread around so fast, and on the of registration on Dec. 15th,everyone want to have it seems be possessed. For there is plethora of people and no plenteous forms. At the noon of 14th,I thought maybe we should go to east to have a look, but one of my roommates posited pontifically with positiveness:"People
cannot be so crazy. "But I always felt a little portentous. Just went in the classroom at 2:00 pm, a friend of 9500 warned me with a high pitch:" Hurry! there have 150 people in line!" Oh, my God!
There is a pitfall ahead. My stress came to the pinnacle, and ran to get the bike and
flew to east. When I got to the building of Foreign Language Dept, there are Too many people and in a great mass. A plump teacher stood on the podium and saying
sth. But he is so pleonastic that nobody listen to him. The guys used little
benches to wait around the building, hundreds of students plying for the limited
forms.
It is really a pomp in the history of USTC.The posterior guys wondered along the line ,wish to find a friend in the line. Fortunately, my classmate used a bench to get a place for me so I got into the line near the head. The line is getting longer and longer, more and more guys come. The pith of the teacher's words is that there will be plenty of form, but no one believe that
platitude. The day is getting dark, but people are stilling stood there waiting. It
seems that there must be a hard night to stay up. It is dark and people become more placid, or they have been tired. There were still some guys wondering to use some ploy to get in the line. It is becoming more cold, but I didn't have the pluck to leave. The line was like a night
plaza then, with a lot lamps, portable radio, even the TV. My friend and I began to
play card. It is clamorous .It was much colder at mid-night, only 0 degree, so
freezing I felt almost frozen. How I wish to become a bean to hide in the pod. But I
was so sleepy that I couldn't help falling in sleep. Oh, I am a piscator hunting
in the icy stream, carrying a pitcher to get water. What a biting cold! Suddenly
I woke up, and only a nightmare. I dare not to sleep again, fearing to get
pneumonia in such a cold night. So I began to chat with my friends, talking freely,
from the polygamy and polyandry to the plutocracy, as if we were all polymath. I sat
on the poky bench like a little bare, without all the usual polish. During the night's had a wonderful ploy. He use wire to have all the plinthe of the benches together. That is really a original idea, and its great was
reveal in the morning.
It came to the morning of 15th after all. Stayed up a whole night, the
clother is with a lot pleat and the hair is in a mass, but no one cared to plume it.
I felt a little nauseated as if after a rapid pirouette. The front part of the line are in a relative plateau, but the rearer part cannot in poise. If one cannot get a form after a night stay up, that is a poignancy. And still sb want to get into the line, and the guys are agitated, seems as if there will be a polemic, only pistol can placate it. The teachers came and pleaded the
guys not to be so crazy. Some people in uniform came, and forced the ones not in
the original line to leave. At last, there must be a bench if one want to stay in the line. Now we think of the guy who make the benches in a string. How great he
is! The line began to move forward slowly, and more and more people got the form. After all, I got one. Only then I felt like after a vehicle fight. And
the guys after me are still waiting uneasily and worrily. How pitiful we are!
Oh, dear GRE,there are so many people crazy for you! With a freezing,
hungryand unforgettable night!
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