a man dirning with a friend explained the peculiarities of the restaurant they were in:"the waiters never admit they don't have something. they'll take your order. for a slice of sun and too away as if they mean to get it...then they'll come back and say they just ran out.”
一位和朋友吃饭的男士解释他们在饭馆里吃饭的怪现象时说:“服务员从未承认过他们没有什么莱。假如你想要一份太阳，他们也会拿着菜单离去，好像真能给你弄来似的。然后，他们回来说这道菜刚卖完。”为了证明这一点，我说:“请来一份恐龙。”
to prove his point，he said to the waiter,“the dinosaur，please.”
“好的，先生，”服务员回答说:“您要的恐龙是做得嫩点还是老点儿的?”
“yes，sir，“answered the waiter.”and how would you like it cooked? "
“老点儿的。”
"well done!"
服务员离开了，又很快回来了。“对不起，先生，我们的恐龙菜刚卖完。”
the waiter left and returned quickly.“i'm sorry, sir，but we've just run out of a dinosaur.”
“什么?”顾客气愤地说:“没有恐龙?”
" what?" said the diner with feigned disappointment."no dinosaur?"
那服务员低声地说:“我们的确还剩一些。”他显得作常自信的样子。“但恐龙肉有点儿不太鲜了，所以我们还是不给您上这道菜的好。”
the waiter lowered his voice. "well，we do have some left，“he whispered confidentially,"...but it's not very fresh and i won't serve it!”
A glass of red wine, with my blood to the deep feeling.
A permanent place, it is heart permanent boarding, there is no the grumpy smile, no annoying noises, the paradise in the clearing of heart forever. There, punishment because of love, scolded because of pain, there is our permanent home.
When life lost to a knife to me, home is always the first the blade, and take the handle pointing to me, and let me escape from the abyss of death many times.
Childish I, with pure fantasy to the distant city, in this foreign land, my weight loss, my heart also tired, walk in a strange way, breathing the strange smell, home fragrance spreading in the bottom of my heart, want to mother's nagging, father's love, my sister smile, naughty brother, home of everything, including the old dog and two a drag ye walk dog (just one month old).
I look forward to, I look forward to, I just want to hurry back to miss home, draw the warmth of home.
The deep, in front of the familiar with Holly, enchanting flowers, deep in the memory of the flowers. When the month is that, under the stars at home and enjoy the quiet courtyard, dog tail flash flash of projection, the top of the tree is the height of the heart has to depend on, the window of the star is the most extensive childhood dream, now, my heart is just the old tree root and the arms of the entrenched at home...
A person, stay on no friends, no relatives, no feelings of the city, like a boat on the boundless sea, can only go with the flow. Listened to the microphone, familiar with relatives of the distorted xiangyin, imagine a loved one kind face, draw the outline of the blueprint of becoming a monk, inside of the people, how I wish at this moment can touch your lovely face!
The home, my heart is yearning, home, home, rely on my heart, my heart is the holy land...
On Saturday, my mother took me to go to changzhou.
In the seat beside me sat a aunt and her baby. Little boy holding a bread, while eating, while followed his mother learn tang poetry. Aunt read aloud a way: "hoe grain to be noon for day..." When aunt read a word, the little boy also learn to Bob, milk milk gas to read: "hoe grain to be noon for day..." Saw the little boy is so small will read tang poetry, also read good, next to the passengers have to vote to the eyes of praise.
Car went all the way, the little boy's hand bread hasn't finished. As the bumpy all the way, there are crumbs off from time to time on clothes. Aunt looked at it and said with a frown, "how still didn't eat, eat, just throw it away. Look, bread crumbs to clothing ?
Car went all the way, the little boy's hand bread hasn't finished. As the bumpy all the way, there are crumbs off from time to time on clothes. Aunt looked at it and said with a frown: "how still didn't eat, eat, just throw it away. Look, bread crumbs to make dirty clothes." Put the bread in the hands of a little boy said, and conveniently threw it into the trash can on the car, and then, and let the boy carry poem to her, the little boy pouting, as if reluctantly, stammered: "hoe wo... chuhe... day when afternoon, began sweating began sweating......" His little face blush of red, may be back not to come out, he looked at the aunt. Aunt brought accusing tone of voice say: "bad back. This sentence is bega
The aunt feel atmosphere may be wrong, in the dodge, inadvertently saw the trash bread, immediately flushed to shame.
Saw this scene, I deeply touched, though now our life better, but also can't waste food, as is the aunt said, food is the farmeruncle worked so hard to come out, every grain of rice, every drop of wheat is hard-won, more should cherish it. Although that aunt also know this truth, but she has no real action. This is the most we need to think.
We understand that a lot of truth, but we tend to be the language of the giant, action dwarf. More important than we actually dosay. How let us frugality, low carbon life into effect?
n sweating grain soils. Tell us that food is farmers ?
But we are often language giant, action dwarf. More important than we actually do say. How let us frugality, low carbon life into effect?
I think we should start from around things, start from the self, to do real action of low carbon. Try not to get into the habit of food we eat at ordinary times, if you eat less, don't hold a lot of food, eat many prosperous; Water when washing hands, do not open too big, avoid unnecessary waste; White paper use fully, as far as possible don't because of bad to write a few words with the lost, what a pity.