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| When I come across a good article while reading newspapers, I often want to cut and keep it. But just as I am about to do so, I find the article on the 1 side is more interesting. It may be a discussion of the way to 2 in good health, or 3 about how to behave and conduct oneself in society. If I cut the front article, the opposite one is likely to 4 damage, leaving out half of it or keeping the text 5 the title. Therefore, the scissors (剪刀) would 6 before they start, 7 halfway done when I find out the 8 result. Sometimes two things are to be done at the same time, both worth your 9 . You can only take up one of them; the other has to wait to be 10 up. But you know the future is unpredictable (不可预测的)-the changed situation may not allow you to do what is left 11 . Thus you are 12 in a difficult position and feel sad. How come that nice chances and brilliant 13 should gather around all at once? It may happen that your life 14 greatly on your preference of one choice to the other. In fact that is what 15 is like: we are often 16 with the two opposite sides of the thing which are both desirable like a newspaper cutting. It often occurs that our attention is drawn to one thing only 17 we get into another. The 18 may be more important than the latter and give rise to a divided mind. I 19 remember a philosopher's remarks that "When one door shuts, another opens in life". So a casual (随意的) 20 may not be a bad one. | ||||
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| One day, Raul was miles away from the small ranch (牧场) house in a large valley. 1 seemed to be all right, yet he felt strange and somewhat uneasy. The wind had picked up, and angry, dark clouds 2 across the sky. He could smell the rain coming. And it did. 3 , the lightning flashed through the clouds, nearly 4 Raul. The thunder (雷声) was so loud that he buried his 5 in his hands and rubbed his eyes. Then he heard it. Hoof beats (蹄声). He 6 . There before him stood a tall, white 7 . An old man stared down at him from its back. "Wh-wh-who are y-y-you?" asked Raul. "My name is Gray Cloud," the old man answered 8 . "Come with me." Raul followed on his horse. A 9 feeling came over him. All 10 them the rain was pouring down, 11 not a drop fell on them. They seemed to be 12 back toward Raul's home. Raul lost track of time. Then all at once he found 13 at the ranch gate. The old man turned his horse, 14 his hand, and smiled. Lightning flashed again. The old man and his horse were 15 . Raul's father ran out across the yard to 16 him. "We have been 17 sick about you. Are you okay? Hurry. Let's get in out of the 18 ." "Wait," said Raul. "Have you ever heard of an old man called Gray Cloud?" "Can't say I … wait. I 19 my great-grandfather used to tell storied about a man called Gray Cloud. He died a long time ago. They say he was 20 by lightning during a terrible thunderstorm. Why do you ask?" | ||||
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| One day, Raul was miles away from the small ranch (牧场) house in a large valley. 1 seemed to be all right, yet he felt strange and somewhat uneasy. The wind had picked up, and angry, dark clouds 2 across the sky. He could smell the rain coming. And it did. 3 , the lightning flashed through the clouds, nearly 4 Raul. The thunder (雷声) was so loud that he buried his 5 in his hands and rubbed his eyes. Then he heard it. Hoof beats (蹄声). He 6 . There before him stood a tall, white 7 . An old man stared down at him from its back. "Wh-wh-who are y-y-you?" asked Raul. "My name is Gray Cloud," the old man answered 8 . "Come with me." Raul followed on his horse. A 9 feeling came over him. All 10 them the rain was pouring down, 11 not a drop fell on them. They seemed to be 12 back toward Raul's home. Raul lost track of time. Then all at once he found 13 at the ranch gate. The old man turned his horse, 14 his hand, and smiled. Lightning flashed again. The old man and his horse were 15 . Raul's father ran out across the yard to 16 him. "We have been 17 sick about you. Are you okay? Hurry. Let's get in out of the 18 ." "Wait," said Raul. "Have you ever heard of an old man called Gray Cloud?" "Can't say I … wait. I 19 my great-grandfather used to tell storied about a man called Gray Cloud. He died a long time ago. They say he was 20 by lightning during a terrible thunderstorm. Why do you ask?" | ||||
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