英语小文章

No man can do two things at once.一心不可二用。 

No man is born wise or learned.没有生而知之者。 No man is content.人心不足蛇吞象 

No man is wise at all times.聪明一世，糊涂一时。 

None are so blind as those who won’t see.视而不见。 

None are so deaf as those who won’t hear.充耳不闻。 

No news is good news.没有消息就是好消息。 

No one can call back yesterday.昨日不会重现。 

No pains, no gains.没有付出就没有收获。 

No man can do two things at once.一心不可二用。 

No man is born wise or learned.没有生而知之者。 No man is content.人心不足蛇吞象 

No man is wise at all times.聪明一世，糊涂一时。 

None are so blind as those who won’t see.视而不见。 

None are so deaf as those who won’t hear.充耳不闻。 

No news is good news.没有消息就是好消息。 

No one can call back yesterday.昨日不会重现。 

No pains, no gains.没有付出就没有收获。 

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        这个周末你有空吗?
　　Are you free this weekend? *free“有空，空闲”。
　　Are you free this weekend? (这个周末你有空吗?)
　　Yes, I am. (嗯，有空。) *回答no时，用“No, I have plans.”(不，我有安排。) “No, I’m going skiing.” (不，我要去滑雪。)
　　我们还可以再见面吗?
　　Could I see you again?
　　能给我你的电话号码吗?
　　Could you give me your phone number?
　　我们在哪儿见面?
　　Where shall we meet?
　　Where shall I meet you?         这个周末你有空吗?
　　Are you free this weekend? *free“有空，空闲”。
　　Are you free this weekend? (这个周末你有空吗?)
　　Yes, I am. (嗯，有空。) *回答no时，用“No, I have plans.”(不，我有安排。) “No, I’m going skiing.” (不，我要去滑雪。)
　　我们还可以再见面吗?
　　Could I see you again?
　　能给我你的电话号码吗?
　　Could you give me your phone number?
　　我们在哪儿见面?
 

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She was walking lazily, for the fierce April sun was directly overhead. Her umbrella blocked its rays but nothing blocked the heat - the sort of raw, wild heat that crushes you with its energy. A few buffalo were tethered under coconuts, browsing the parched verges. Occasionally a car went past, leaving its treads in the melting pitch like the wake of a ship at sea. Otherwise it was quiet, and she saw no-one.

In her long white Sunday dress you might have taken Ginnie Narine for fourteen or fifteen. In fact she was twelve, a happy, uncomplicated child with a nature as open as the red hibiscus that decorated her black, waist-length hair. Generations earlier her family had come to Trinidad from India as overseers on the sugar plantations. Her father had had some success through buying and clearing land around Rio Cristalino and planting it with coffee.

On the dusty verge twenty yards ahead of Ginnie a car pulled up. She had noticed it cruise by once before but she did not recognize it and could not make out the driver through its dark windows, themselves as black as its gleaming paintwork. As she walked past it, the driver's glass started to open.

"Hello, Ginnie," she heard behind her.

She paused and turned. A slight colour rose beneath her dusky skin. Ravi Kirjani was tall and lean, and always well-dressed. His black eyes and large, white teeth flashed in the sunlight as he spoke. Everyone in Rio Cristalino knew Ravi. Ginnie often heard her unmarried sisters talk ruefully of him, of how, if only their father were alive and they still had land, one of them might marry him. And then they would squabble over who it might be and laugh at Ginnie because she was too simple for any man to want.

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"You don't have to be French to enjoy a decent red wine," Charles Jousselin de Gruse used to tell his foreign guests whenever he entertained them in Paris. "But you do have to be French to recognize one," he would add with a laugh.

After a lifetime in the French diplomatic corps, the Count de Gruse lived with his wife in an elegant townhouse on Quai Voltaire. He was a likeable man, cultivated of course, with a well deserved reputation as a generous host and an amusing raconteur.

This evening's guests were all European and all equally convinced that immigration was at the root of Europe's problems. Charles de Gruse said nothing. He had always concealed his contempt for such ideas. And, in any case, he had never much cared for these particular guests.

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