1.mirror 2.washing machine 3.trees 4.green tea 5. paper clip
- 1 0 年前最佳解答
I look in front of the mirror get myself washed up.
Dirty clothes will be placed inside the washing machine before i left for breakfast.
From the stairway to the living room, small trees that my father planted last year in the garden were visible through open window.
I had a sandwich with a cup of green tea for breakfast while playing with the paper clips on the table.
2008-03-15 02:24:47 補充：
I look in front of the mirror *and get myself washed up.
2008-03-15 02:26:27 補充：
Dirty clothes *would be placed inside the washing machine before i left for breakfast.參考資料： me
- 1 0 年前
One day, Vanessa woke up. She went to the mirror and washed her
face.Shelookedat the mirror and see if she looks beautiful. Then, she
brushed her teeth and put her dirty clothes into her washing machines.
After the cleaning of her face, she went down stairs.She made a cup of green tea by green tea powder. Then, she took the cup of green tea and went outside into her yard. She walked belong trees that her father planted a year ago. Then she sat under on tree and thinked aboutwhat she was going to write for her homework-a poem. Shelooked at a tree and got an idea. She walked inside her house and walked upstairs. She wrote a long poem so she cliped those paperstogether by a paper clip. The next day, she read her poem infront of everyone. Everyone thought that the poem was beautiful.參考資料： myself
- 1 0 年前
I have been drowning in sorrow ever since we parted ways.
I can still recall the steely glint in your eyes when you told me "goodbye, forever" over a cup of
(green tea) at our usual table in the coffee shop.
My world was shattered in that instant.
Even now, I still cannot fathom why you decided to leave; nor can I believe that you have truly
deserted me. Whenever I look inside the (mirror), I see not myself, but rather haunting images of
your face; whenever I hear a voice, I imagine that it is your husky whisper.
Am I still living in reality?
Pain breaks me out of my reverie.
I look down, only to see that some accursed object has injured my finger. It was the (paper clip) that once kept our marriage certificate clipped together. I had thought that we would have stayed
together like the papers; but apparently our love did not - could not- endure.
Even a paper clip is stronger....stronger....stronger....
The wind is now rustling the leaves of the (trees) outside my door.
It is an hollow, lonely sound, drenched in solitude like my empty heart.
I hear the croak of a raven, the howl of a wild dog: sounds that conjure
horrifying images in my mind. I miss your tender embrace and your
Now that you are gone, who shall I turn to when I seek comfort?
Myself, presumably. But allow me a minute of weakness.......
The gentle rumbling sounds produced by the (washing machine) gently
lull me to sleep.
Yet when will I finally be able to rest in peace?
P.S. Frankly, I do not know why I came up with this. I suppose that it is
quite morose and a little fragmented. Blame my muse for it! The words
in parentheses are those that you requested me to use in the short story.
Hope that this helped. If not, well, at least I had fun!!參考資料： Myself and some spark of inspiration
- 1 0 年前
After Maria woke up in the morning, she sat down before a mirror, thinking, "Why was the washing machine so noisy last night?" With her mind still tired, she stood up and went to the loundry room, and she realized that there were paper clips in the pocket of her shirt that spinned out in the machine. Knowing the cause of the troubling noise from last night does not make Maria less sleepy, so she made herself a cup of green tea and sat down at her favorite couch. After taking a sip, She looked at the window and said to herself, "It's Christmas tomorrow, I hope my boy brings me a nice tree tonight."參考資料： me