My books, which only a moment before I thought so tiresome, so heavy to carrymy grammar, my sacred historyseemed to me now like old friends, from whom I should be terribly grieved to part.
It is as if I had a string somewhere under my left rib. Tightly and inextricably knotted into a similar string situated in a corresponding corner of your little frame.
She was sentimentally attached to this house, for even though it was far too big for her needs, she persisted in living there long after her husband's death.
Deep thoughts, silently blessing silently the most true, silently, silently care have miss forever in mind, waiting for the Mid-Autumn festival, silently coming.
Several of us are being met at the drop-off point. I spot my oldest school-friend waiting for me and am genuinely torn between rushing to see him and leaving the bus family.
My books, which only a moment before I thought so tiresome, so heavy to carry-my grammar, my sacred history-seemed to me now like old friends, from whom I should be terribly grieved to part.
My books, which only a moment before I thought so tiresome, so heavy to carrymy grammar, my sacred historyseemed to me now like old friends, from whom I should be terribly grieved to part.
Several of us are being met at the drop-off point. I spot my oldest school-friend waiting for me and am genuinely torn between rushing to see him and leaving the bus family.