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A Garden That Welcomes Strangers

By Allen Lacy

I do not know what became of her, and I never learned her name. But I feel that I knew her from the garden she had so lovingly made over many decades.

The house she lived in lies two miles from mine – a simple, two-story structure with the boxy plan, steeply-pitched roof and unadorned lines that are typical of houses built in the middle of the nineteenth century near the New Jersey shore.

Her garden was equally simple. She was not a conventional gardener who did everything by the book, following the common advice to vary her plantings so there would be something in bloom from the first crocus in the spring to the last chrysanthemum in the fall. She had no respect for the rule that says that tall-growing plants belong at the rear of a perennial border, low ones in the front and middle-sized ones in the middle, with occasional exceptions for dramatic accent.

In her garden, everything was accent, everything was tall, and the evidence was plain that she loved three kinds of plant and three only: roses, clematis and lilies, intermingled promiscuously to pleasant effect but no apparent design.

She grew a dozen sorts of clematis, perhaps 50 plants in all, trained and tied so that they clambered up metal rods, each rod crowned intermittently throughout the summer by a rounded profusion of large blossoms of dark purple, rich crimson, pale lavender, light blue and gleaming white.

Her taste in roses was old-fashioned. There wasn’t a single modern hybrid tea rose or floribunda in sight. Instead, she favored the roses of other ages – the York and Lancaster rose, the cabbage rose, the damask and the rugosa rose in several varieties. She propagated her roses herself from cuttings stuck directly in the ground and protected by upended gallon jugs.

Lilies, I believe were her greatest love. Except for some Madonna lilies it is impossible to name them, since the wooden flats stood casually here and there in the flower bed, all thickly planted with dark green lily seedlings. The occasional paper tag fluttering from a seed pod with the date and record of a cross showed that she was an amateur hybridizer with some special fondness for lilies of a warm muskmelon shade or a pale lemon yellow.

She believed in sharing her garden. By her curb there was a sign: “This is my garden, and you are welcome here. Take whatever you wish with your eyes, but nothing with your hand.”

Until five years ago, her garden was always immaculately tended, the lawn kept fertilized and mowed, the flower bed free of weeds, the tall lilies carefully staked. But then something happened. I don’t know what it was, but the lawn was mowed less frequently, then not at all. Tall grass invaded the roses, the clematis, the lilies. The elm tree in her front yard sickened and died, and when a coastal gale struck, the branches that fell were never removed.

With every year, the neglect has grown worse. Wild honeysuckle and bittersweet run rampant in the garden. Sumac, ailanthus, poison ivy and other uninvited things threaten the few lilies and clematis and roses that still struggle for survival.

Last year the house itself went dead. The front door was padlocked and the windows covered with sheets of plywood. For many months there has been a for sale sign out front, replacing the sign inviting strangers to share her garden.

I drive by that house almost daily and have been tempted to load a shovel in my car trunk, stop at her curb and rescue a few lilies from the smothering thicket of weeds. The laws of trespass and the fact that her house sits across the street from a police station have given me the cowardice to resist temptation. But her garden has reminded me of mortality; gardeners and the gardens they make are fragile things, creatures of time, hostages to chance and to decay.

Last week, the for sale sign out front came down and the windows were unboarded. A crew of painters arrived and someone cut down the dead elm tree. This morning there was a moving van in the driveway unloading a swing set, a barbecue grill, a grand piano and a houseful of sensible furniture. A young family is moving into that house.

I hope that among their number is a gardener whose special fondness for old roses and clematis and lilies will see to it that all else is put aside until that flower bed is restored to something of its former self.

(选自Patterns: A Short Prose Reader, by Mary Lou Conlin, published by Houghton Mifflin Company, 1983.)

①汉：指蜀汉。贼：指曹魏。立：存在。偏安：偏居于一个角落。

②孰与：何如。

③思惟：考虑。南：益州南部诸郡。

④并日而食：两天只吃一天之饭。

⑤非计：不是上策。

⑥适：才。疲于西：后主五年，诸葛亮率军攻祁山（今甘肃西和县西北），南安、天水、安定三郡皆叛魏应汉，关中震动，魏明帝不得不亲自西镇长安。务于东：同年秋天，吴将陆逊大破曹魏将领曹休于石亭。乘劳：趁敌人疲劳的时候。进趋：进攻。

⑦渊深：谓深谋远见。被创：身受创伤。刘邦与项羽作战时，曾为流矢所伤。

⑧坐：谓坚守，常驻不动。

⑨动：动不动就，动辄。坐大：自然而然地强大起来。

⑩困于南阳：建安二年（197），曹操在南阳郡治宛城为张绣所败，中流矢，长子曹昂等战死。险于乌巢：建安五年，曹操与袁绍在官渡相持，当时操军势力弱，且一度绝粮。后来曹操出奇兵夜袭袁绍屯粮之处乌巢，扭转战局，取得胜利。逼于黎阳：袁绍子袁谭据黎阳，曹操用兵吴蜀，谭兵逼迫其后；建安八年，曹操攻黎阳，不胜。几败北山：建安二十四年，留守汉中的曹操大将夏侯渊为刘备所斩。曹操为了争夺汉中，运送军粮经过北山。曹操兵与赵云遭遇，军败，死伤甚众。殆死潼关：建安十六年，曹操与马超战于潼关，将渡河，超军突然至，箭如雨下，曹操几被射死。伪：诸葛亮以蜀为正统，故指曹魏为伪。

[出师表原文及词语翻译

先帝虑汉、贼不两立，王业不偏安，故托臣以讨贼也①。以先帝之明，量臣之才，固知臣伐贼，才弱敌强也。然不伐贼，王业亦亡。惟坐而待亡，孰与伐之②？是故托臣而弗疑也。臣受命之日，寝不安席，食不甘味，思惟北征，宜先入南③。故五月渡泸，深入不毛，并日而食④。臣非不自惜也，顾王业不可偏安于蜀都，故冒危难以奉先帝之遗意。而议者谓为非计⑤。今贼适疲于西，又务于东，兵法乘劳，此进趋之时也⑥。谨陈其事如左：

高帝明并日月，谋臣渊深，然涉险被创，危然后安⑦。今陛下未及高帝，谋臣不如良、平，而欲以长策取胜，坐定天下，此臣之未解一也⑧。

刘繇、王朗，各据州郡，论安言计，动引圣人，群疑满腹，众难塞胸，今岁不战，明年不征，使孙策坐大，遂并江东，此臣之未解二也⑨。

曹操智计，殊绝于人，其用兵也，仿拂孙、吴。然困于南阳，险于乌巢，危于祁连，逼于黎阳，几败北山，殆死潼关，然后伪定一时尔⑩。况臣才弱，而欲以不危而定之，此臣之未解三也。

曹操五攻昌霸不下，四越巢湖不成，任用李服而李服图之，委任夏侯而夏侯败亡。先帝每称操为能，犹有此失，况臣驽下，何能必胜？此臣之未解四也。

自臣到汉中，中间期年耳，然丧赵云、阳群、马玉、阎芝、丁立、白寿、刘郃、邓铜等，及曲长、屯将七十馀人，突将无前；賨叟青羌，散骑武骑，一千馀人。此皆数十年之内，所纠合四方之精锐，非一州之所有。若复数年，则损三分之二也，当何以图敌？此臣之未解五也。

今民穷兵疲，而事不可息。事不可息，则住与行，劳费正等。而不及早图之，欲以一州之地，与贼持久，此臣之未解六也。

夫难平者，事也。昔先帝败军于楚，当此时，曹操拊手，谓天下已定。然后先帝东连吴、越，西取巴、蜀，举兵北征，夏侯授首。此操之失计，而汉事将成也。然后吴更违盟，关羽毁败，秭归蹉跌，曹丕称帝。凡事如是，难可逆料。臣鞠躬尽力，死而后已。至于成败利钝，非臣之明所能逆睹也。

When I was very small, I like to read the books withpictures, because I did not know the words.

在我还很小的时候，我喜欢看那些有图片的书，因为我还不认识字。

One day, I saw the interesting pictures in the book, Isaw the turtle and the rabbit, but I did not knowwhat it said, so I asked my mom.

有一天，我在一本书上看到了有趣的图片，我看到了乌龟和兔子，但是我不知道上面讲的是什么，因此我问妈妈。

She told me that the turtle and the rabbit were racing, I said there was no doubt that therabbit would win, but my mom smiled and said the turtle won at last because the rabbit was soconfident and slept for a while and missed the time.

她告诉我乌龟和兔子正在比赛，我说肯定是兔子赢，但是妈妈笑笑，说乌龟最后赢了，因为兔子那么自信，睡了一会，错过了时间。

I was shocked, I learned that lagging behind doesn’t mean lose, if we insist, we will have thechance to win.

我很震惊，我学到了落后并不意味着输，如果我们坚持，就有机会取得胜利。

[高考满分英语作文龟兔赛跑原文及翻译

关于诗歌我想很多同学都不陌生啦!下面小编就为大家带来古代诗歌四首，大家一起欣赏探讨，有你认识的吗?

《观沧海》

曹操

东临碣石，以观沧海。

水何澹澹，山岛竦峙。

树木丛生，百草丰茂。

秋风萧瑟，洪波涌起。

日月之行，若出其中;

星汉灿烂，若出其里。

幸甚至哉，歌以咏志。

《次北固山下》

王湾

客路青山下，行舟绿水前。

潮平两岸阔，风正一帆悬。

海日生残夜，江春入旧年。

乡书何处达，归雁洛阳边。

《钱塘湖春行》

白居易

孤山寺北贾亭西，水面初平云脚低。

几处早莺争暖树，谁家新燕啄春泥。

乱花渐欲迷人眼，浅草才能没马蹄。

最爱湖东行不足，绿杨阴里白沙堤。

《天净沙·秋思》

马致远

枯藤老树昏鸦，小桥流水人家，古道 西风瘦马。

夕阳西下，断肠在天涯。

好啦，看了原古诗，大家是不是都领悟了诗人想表达的意思呢?下面就为大家带来古代诗歌四首原文翻译对照,译文注释哦

《观沧海》

曹操

东行登上碣石山，来观赏大海。

海水多么宽阔浩荡，碣石山高高耸立在海边。

碣石山上树木丛生，各种草长得很繁茂。

秋风飒飒，海上涌起巨大的波涛。

日月的运行，好象是从这浩淼的海洋中出发的。

银河星光灿烂，好象是从这浩淼的海洋中产生出来的。

真是幸运极了，用歌唱来表达自己的思想感情吧。

《次北固山下》

王湾

旅客要走的道路呀，正从青青北固山向远方伸展。江上碧波荡漾，我正好乘船向前。

潮水上涨，与岸齐平，江面变得开阔无边。和风吹拂，风向不偏，一叶白帆好像悬挂在高远江天。

红日从东海上诞生了，冲破残夜，驱尽大地的黑暗。大江弥漫着温煦的气息，春天提早进入了旧年。

我多么思念亲爱的故乡，书信早已写好，如何寄回家园?掠过晴空的北归鸿雁啊，拜托你们，把信捎到洛阳那边。

《钱塘湖春行》

白居易

从孤山寺的北面到贾亭的西面，湖面春水刚与堤平，白云重重叠叠，同湖面上的波澜连成一片。

几处早出的黄莺争着飞向向阳的树木，谁家新来的燕子衔着春泥在筑巢。

繁多而多彩缤纷的春花渐渐要迷住人的眼睛，浅浅的春草刚刚能够遮没马蹄。

我最喜爱西湖东边的美景，游览不够，尤其是绿色杨柳荫下的白沙堤。

《天净沙·秋思》

马致远

黄昏，枯藤缠绕着的老树，乌鸦在哀鸣;

潺潺流水，小桥旁边，呈现几户人家;

嗍嗍西风，荒凉古道，疲惫不堪的瘦马驮着我蹒跚前行。

夕阳已经落下，我这个浪迹天涯的旅人，不禁又升起思乡思亲之情，简直要肝肠俱断了。

好啦以上就是古代诗歌四首，各位同学有没有领略到我国古代诗歌的意境呢?感谢大家阅读。