interesting!!!!!!!

即使是复制粘贴
但多到这种程度
也算很“节棍”了 ... ...
厉害 !!!:eek:

You are great!!!!THANK YOU!!!!:)

how i wish i could copy them into my mind!!!:D
they are so helpful that i want to remember all of them.
maybe remembering ten of them ech day will be a good idea.
i just wandering can memories be improved by practising?
becoz i have such a poor memory:(

英语吵架百句
　　1. Stop complaining! 别发牢骚！
　　2. You make me sick! 你真让我恶心！
　　3. What's wrong with you? 你怎么回事？
　　4. You shouldn't have done that! 你真不应该那样做!
　　5. You're a jerk! 你是个废物/混球！
　　6. Don't talk to me like that! 别那样和我说话!
　　7. Who do you think you are? 你以为你是薩？
　　8. What's your problem? 你怎么回事啊？
　　9. I hate you! 我讨厌你！
　　10. I don't want to see your face! 我不愿再见到你！
　　11. You're crazy! 你疯了!
　　12. Are you insane/crazy/out of your mind? 你疯了吗？（美国人绝对常用！）
　　13. Don't bother me. 别烦我。
　　14. Knock it off. 少来这一套。
　　15. Get out of my face. 从我面前消失！
　　16. Leave me alone. 走开。
　　17. Get lost.滚开！
　　18. Take a hike! 哪儿凉快哪儿歇着去吧。
　　19. You piss me off. 你气死我了。
　　20. It's none of your business. 关你屁事！
　　21. What's the meaning of this? 这是什么意思？
　　22. How dare you! 你敢！
　　23. Cut it out. 省省吧。
　　24. You stupid jerk! 你这蠢猪！
　　25. You have a lot of nerve. 脸皮真厚。
　　26. I'm fed up. 我厌倦了。
　　27. I can't take it anymore. 我受不了了！
　　28. I've had enough of your garbage. 我听腻了你的废话。
　　29. Shut up! 闭嘴！
　　30. What do you want? 你想怎么样？
　　31. Do you know what time it is? 你知道现在都几点吗？
　　32. What were you thinking? 你脑子进水啊？
　　33. How can you say that? 你怎么可以这样说？
　　34. Who says? 薩说的？
　　35. That's what you think! 那才是你脑子里想的！
　　36. Don't look at me like that. 别那样看着我。
　　37. What did you say? 你说什么？
　　38. You are out of your mind. 你脑子有毛病！
　　39. You make me so mad.你气死我了啦。
　　40. Drop dead. 去死吧！
　　41. Bug off. 滚蛋。
　　42. Don't give me your shit. 别跟我胡扯。
　　43. Don't give me your excuses/ No more excuses. 别找借口。
　　44. You're a pain in the ass. 你这讨厌鬼。
　　45. You're an asshole. 你这缺德鬼。
　　46. You bastard! 你这杂种！
　　47. Get over yourself. 别自以为是。
　　48. You're nothing to me. 你对我什么都不是。
　　49. It's not my fault. 不是我的错。
　　50. You look guilty. 你看上去心虚。
　　51. I can't help it. 我没办法。
　　52. That's your problem. 那是你的问题。
　　53. I don't want to hear it. 我不想听！
　　54. Get off my back. 少跟我罗嗦。
　　55. Give me a break. 饶了我吧。
　　56. Who do you think you're talking to? 你以为你在跟薩说话？
　　57. Look at this mess! 看看这烂摊子！
　　58. You're so careless. 你真粗心。
　　59. Why on earth didn't you tell me the truth? 你到底为什么不跟我说实话？
　　60. I'm about to explode! 我肺都快要气炸了！
　　61. What a stupid idiot! 真是白痴一个！
　　62. I'm not going to put up with this! 我再也受不了啦！
　　63. I never want to see your face again! 我再也不要见到你！
　　64. That's terrible. 真糟糕！
　　65. Just look at what you've done! 看看你都做了些什么！
　　66. I wish I had never met you. 我真后悔这辈子遇到你！
　　67. You're a disgrace. 你真丢人！
　　68. I'll never forgive you! 我永远都不会饶恕你！
　　69. Don't nag me! 别在我面前唠叨！
　　70. I'm sick of it. 我都腻了。
　　71. You're such a bitch! 你这个婊子!
　　72. Stop screwing/ fooling/ messing around! 别鬼混了！
　　73. Mind your own business! 管好你自己的事！
　　74. You're just a good for nothing bum! 你真是一个废物！/ 你一无是处！
　　75. You've gone too far! 你太过分了！
　　76. I loathe you! 我讨厌你！
　　77. I detest you! 我恨你！
　　78. Get the hell out of here! 滚开!
　　79. Don't be that way! 别那样！
　　80. Can't you do anything right? 成事不足，败事有余。
　　81. You're impossible. 你真不可救药。
　　82. Don't touch me! 别碰我！
　　83. Get away from me! 离我远一点儿！
　　84. Get out of my life. 我不愿再见到你。/ 从我的生活中消失吧。
　　85. You're a joke! 你真是一个小丑！
　　86. Don't give me your attitude. 别跟我摆架子。
　　87. You'll be sorry. 你会后悔的。
　　88. We're through. 我们完了！
　　89. Look at the mess you've made! 你搞得一团糟！
　　90. You've ruined everything. 全都让你搞砸了。
　　91. I can't believe you never. 你好大的胆子！
　　92. You're away too far. 你太过分了。
　　93. I can't take you any more! 我再也受不了你啦！
　　94. I'm telling you for the last time! 我最后再告诉你一次！
　　95. I could kill you! 我宰了你！
　　96. That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard! 那是我听到的最愚蠢的事！ 　(比尔·盖茨常用)
　　97. I can't believe a word you say. 我才不信你呢!
　　98. You never tell the truth！ 你从来就不说实话！
　　99. Don't push me ! 别逼我！
　　100. Enough is enough! 够了够了！
　　101. Don't waste my time any more. 别再浪费我的时间了！
　　102. Don't make so much noise. I'm working. 别吵，我在干活。
　　103. It's unfair. 太不公平了。
　　104. I'm very disappointed. 真让我失望。
　　105. Don't panic! 别怕!
　　106. What do you think you are doing? 你知道你在做什么吗？
　　107. Don't you dare come back again! 你敢再回来！
　　108. You asked for it. 你自找的。
　　109. Nonsense! 鬼话！胡说八道！

Long ago,there was a huge apple tree. a little boy love to come and play around it everyday.he climbed to the tree top,ate the apples,took a nap under the shadowhe loved the tree and the tree loved to play with him.time went bythe little boy had grown up and he no longer played around the tree everyday.

one day,the boy came back to the tree and he looked.
"come and play with me ,"the tree asked the boy .
"i am no longer a kid, i don't play around trees anymore."the boy replied,
"i want toys.i need money to buy them."
"sorry,but i don't have moneybut you can pick all my apples and sell them.
so,you will have money."the boy was so excited .he grabbed all the apples
on the tree and left happily.the boy never came back after he picked the
apples.the tree was sad.

one day,the boy returned and the tree was so excited.
"come and play with me ,"the tree said.
"i don't have time to play.i have to work for my family.we need a house for
shelter.can you help me?"
"sorry,but i don't have a house .but you can chop off my branches to build
your house."so the boy cut all the branches of the tree and left happily.
the tree was glad to see him happy but the boy never came back since then.
the tree was again lonely and sad.

one hot summer day,the boy returned and the tree was delighted.
"come and play with me !"the tree said.
"i am sad and getting old.iwant to go sailing to relax myself.can you give
a boat?"
"use my truck to build your boat.you can sail faraway and be happy."
so the boy cut the tree truck to make a boat .he went sailing and never
showed up for a long time.

finally, the boy returned after he left for so many years.
"sorry,my boy.but i don't have anything for you anymore.no more apples for
for you“the tree said.
"i don't have teeth to bite."the boy replied.
"no more truck foe you to climb on."
"i am too old for that now."the boy said.
"i really can give you anythingthe only thing left is my dying roots."the
tree said with tears.
"i don't need much now,just a place to rest.i am tired after all these year"
the boy replied.
"good!old tree roots is the best place to lean on and rest. come,come sit
down with me and rest."the boy sat down and the tree was glad and smiled
with tears

　　Each summer in the late 1960s, my two sisters and I would ride the Greyhound bus from Arizona to Arkansas to stay with our father.
　　A World War II veteran, Dad had many medical problems, any one of which could cause many people to lose more than their sense of humor, but not him.
　　I have vivid memories of Dad waking us up in the morning. Before he'd put on his legs for the day (he had lost his legs after his discharge), his wheelchair was his mobility. Holding his cane, which was his extended arm, he would roll through the house yelling, "Up, up, up! Get up and face the day! It's a beautiful day! Rise and Shine!" If we didn't get up right away, he would repeat his song in rhythm with his cane hitting the end of our beds. This was no performance put on for our benefit; every day was truly a beautiful day to him.
　　Back in the sixties, there was no handicapped parking or wheelchair-accessible ramps like there are now, so even a trip to the grocery store was a difficult task. Dad wanted no assistance from anyone. He would climb stairs slowly but surely, whistling all the way. As a teenager, I found this embarrassing, but if Dad noticed, he didn't let on.
　　Once during a trip to the store, he found the three of us in the makeup department and began to look at makeup with us. He picked up a container of powder and started reading the label out loud. "'Leaves your skin soft and silky from head to toe.' Well that leaves half of me out," he said, laughing. We had to laugh, too. He had a talent
for finding humor in everything he did.
　　Those summers always ended too soon. He would drive us back to Arizona every year, stopping at the checkpoint for fruit and vegetables at the New Mexico-Arizona border.
When asked if he had any fruits or vegetables, he would reply, "Just three sweet peas."
　　Our father has been gone for a long time now, but not the lesson that he taught us: You are only as handicapped as you let yourself be.
　　I know now, too late, that any one of his "sweet peas" would be proud to walk beside him - whistling - up a set of stairs. And be glad to wake to the sound of his voice, to
rise and shine and see one of his beautiful days.

By Susan Arnett-Hutson

　　When I was in seventh grade, I was a candy striper at a local hospital in my town. I volunteered about thirty to forty hours a week during the summer. Most of the time I
spent there was with Mr. Gillespie. He never had any visitors, and nobody seemed to care about his condition. I spent many days there holding his hand and talking to him, helping with anything that needed to be done. He became a close friend of mine, even though he responded with only an occasional squeeze of my hand. Mr. Gillespie was in a coma.
　　I left for a week to vacation with my parents, and when I came back, Mr. Gillespie was gone. I didn't have the nerve to ask any of the nurses where he was, for fear they might tell me he had died. So with many questions unanswered, I continued to volunteer there through my eighth-grade year.
　　Several years later, when I was a junior in high school, I was at the gas station when I noticed a familiar face. When I realized who it was, my eyes filled with tears. He was alive! I got up the nerve to ask him if his name was Mr. Gillespie, and if he had been in a coma about five years ago. With an uncertain look on his face, he replied yes. I explained how I knew him, and that I had spent many hours talking with him in the hospital. His eyes welled up with tears, and he gave me the warmest hug I had ever received.
　　He began to tell me how, as he lay there comatose, he could hear me talking to him and could feel me holding his hand the whole time. He thought it was an angel, not a
person, who was there with him. Mr. Gillespie firmly believed that it was my voice and touch that had kept him alive.
　　Then he told me about his life and what happened to him to put him in the coma. We both cried for a while and exchanged a hug, said our good-byes and went our separate
ways.
　　Although I haven't seen him since, he fills my heart with joy every day. I know that I made a difference between his life and his death. More important, he has made a tremendous difference in my life. I will never forget him and what he did for me: he made me an angel.

By Angela Sturgill

There you stand, and I see you stare
Thinking, poor dear, she's stuck in that chair.
But I'm not sad, I'm very happy because
I haven't forgotten the way it was.
You'd say, "How about a trip to the zoo?
A walk in the park would be good for you."
I was thinking tomorrow, I'll be a wreck,
From my aching feet, to the pain in my neck.

You'd want to go shopping, all over town,
I was thinking but there's no place to sit down.
For you it's a snap, just to go to the store,
But for me the ordeal was more of a chore.

Now I can go wherever I please
I can shop in the mall with newfound ease,
Do all the things that have to be done,
And even go out and have some fun.

So, do you want to know how it really feels,
To be sitting here between these wheels?
Can you remember back that far,
When you got your very first car?

Well, that's how these wheels feel to me,
They don't hold me down, they set me free.
So, don't think all those pitiful things:
These aren't wheels, I think they're my wings.

By Darlene Uggen