树作文之新概念作文情书

新概念作文情书


【篇一：新概念情书】

题记——曾有一篇发表于几月前，现在一切都走过来了，小抒胸臆，
了以慰籍。

宝贝，把玩着你的相片，心里怀想着你......

每想到你———我的爱人，她是那么 与众不同，让我震撼和痴迷：
一个重情重义，一个独立，善良，刚柔并济的女子。她不会因为虚
荣而出卖道义，更不会落入用金钱赡养爱情的俗套，而是用一颗甘
淳洁澈的心袒露着自己的心声。细腻时 她会对自己的男友问寒问暖，
豪放时又能对身陷囹圄的挚友慷慨相助。老婆用她坚强敏感的心一
路执着着：我的爱人学着中国最有竞争力，最具回报效率的专业，
她也曾彷徨失落过，但她的品行和毅力 让她一点一点坚持着，探求
着自己的专业，这注定她将成为一名新时代的职业女性。

如果我没看错———我的爱人，以及具有相同特征的这一群体，将
标榜着80一代女性的精神图腾：她们 崇尚自由，独立，追求时尚，
品位。她们数年积累的能力和胆识让她们的事业上已不再甘于男性
之下，但在家庭中她们又能安心担当好丈夫的贤妻良母。她们的刻
苦和努力使得她们更具涵养和修为，并 跳出了道德沦丧的怪圈，这
使得她们与那些仅靠吃青春饭的娱乐女星或是身居豪门的富家小姐
这 一群体女性的精神境界迥然不同。

她们，将成为新时代中国经济高速持续发展的年轻见证 者，用他们
独特的视角和无法抗拒的魅力审视和改变着世界的各个角落。用她
们卓越的能力创造 着父辈们几代人无法触及的财富。她们借助中国
的稳定和雄起成为21世纪与男性分庭抗礼的重要力量。 这股力量就
像一束巨大的光柱，照亮着整个寰宇。

而我的爱人，就像是这束巨大 光柱的一个光量子，她隐形于身边无
数的光子之中，藏匿于这耀眼的光芒之下，或许除了上帝没有人知< br>道她的轨迹会指向何方，但在浩淼的四维空间里错乱交织的命运磁
场冥冥之中却把这些微小的单位 引向了她们各自的生命轨迹。去寻
找与她们汇合的另一半。命运与情感的撞击，生命与价值的锻造，此刻让她们迸发出前所未有的生命力，璀璨着她们理想的殿堂......

宝贝，让 我和你在命运的磁场中融化吧，让我们爆发我们的想象和
力量，一起去创意我们的世界，一个属于我们的 伊甸园！.......

笔者：大愚小一

【篇二：小学新概念英语培训,虏获美人芳心的英语情书
绝句】


小学新概念英语培训，虏获美人芳心的英语情书绝句

1.夏天的飞鸟，飞到我的窗前唱歌，又飞去了。

秋天的黄叶，它们没有什么可唱，只叹息一声，飞落在那里。

stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly
away。

and yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and
fall there with a sign。

2.世界上的一队小小的漂泊者呀，请留下你们的足印在我的文字里。

a troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in
my words。

3.世界对着它的爱人，把它浩翰的面具揭下了。

它变小了，小如一首歌，小如一回永恒的接吻。

the world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover。

it omes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal。

4.是大地的泪点，使她的微笑保持着青春不谢。

it is the tears of the earth that keep here smiles in bloom.

5.无垠的沙漠热烈追求一叶绿草的爱，她摇摇头笑着飞开了。

the mighty desert is ******* for the love of a bladeof grass who
shakes her head and laughs and flies away。

6.如果你因失去了太阳而流泪，那么你也将失去群星了。

if you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the
stars。

7.跳舞着的流水呀，在你途中的泥沙，要求 你的歌声，你的流动呢。
你肯挟瘸足的泥沙而俱下么？

the sands in your way beg for your song and your movement,
dancing

water. will you carry the burden of their lameness?

8.她的热切的脸，如夜雨似的，搅扰着我的梦魂。

her wishful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night。

9.有一次，我们梦见大家都是不相识的。

我们醒了，却知道我们原是相亲相爱的。

once we dreamt that we were strangers。

we wake up to find that we were dear to each other。

10.忧思在我的心里平静下去，正如暮色降临在寂静的山林中。

sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening
among the silent trees。 connie was a good deal alone now，
fewer people came to wragby. clifford no longer wanted them.
he had turned against even the cronies. he was queer. he
preferred the radio， which he had installed at some expense，
with a good deal of success at last. he could sometimes get
madrid or frankfurt， even there in the uneasy midlands. and
he would sit alone for hours listening to the loudspeaker
bellowing forth. it amazed and stunned connie. but there he
would sit， with a blank entranced expression on his face，
like a person losing his mind， and listen， or seem to listen，
to the unspeakable thing.

a terror of the incipient insanity of the whole civilized species.

but now that clifford was drifting off to this other weirdness of
industrial activity， becoming almost a creature， with a hard，
efficient shell of an exterior and a pulpy interior， one of the
amazing crabs and lobsters of the modern， industrial and
financial world， invertebrates of the crustacean order， with
shells of steel， like machines， and inner bodies of soft pulp，
connie herself was really completely stranded.

she was not even free， for clifford must have her there. he
seemed to have a nervous terror that she should leave him. the
curious pulpy part of him， the emotional and humanly-
individual part， depended on her with terror， like a child，
almost like an idiot. she must be there， there at wragby， a
lady chatterley， his wife. otherwise he would be lost like an
idiot on a moor.

this amazing dependence connie realized with a sort of horror.
she heard him with his pit managers， with the members of his
board， with young scientists， and she was amazed at his
shrewd insight into things， his power， his uncanny material
power over what is called practical men. he had become a
practical man himself and an amazingly astute and powerful
one， a master. connie attributed it to mrs boltons influence
upon him， just at the crisis in his life.

but this astute and practical man was almost an idiot when left
alone to his own emotional life. he worshipped connie. she
was his wife， a higher being， and he worshipped her with a
queer， craven idolatry， like a savage， a worship based on
enormous fear， and even hate of the power of the idol， the
dread idol. all he wanted was for connie to swear， to swear
not to leave him， not to give him away.

`clifford， she said to him——but this was after she had the
key to the hut——`would you really like me to have a child one
day？

he looked at her with a furtive apprehension in his rather
prominent pale eyes.

`i shouldnt mind， if it made no difference between us， he
said.`no difference to what？ she asked.

`to you and me； to our love for one another. if its going to
affect that， then im all against it. why， i might even one day
have a child of my own！

she looked at him in amazement.

`i mean， it might come back to me one of these days.

she still stared in amazement， and he was uncomfortable.

`so you would not like it if i had a child？ she said.

`i tell you， he replied quickly， like a cornered dog， `i am
quite willing， provided it doesnt touch your love for me. if it
would touch that， i am dead against it.

connie could only be silent in cold fear and contempt. such
talk was really the gabbling of an idiot. he no longer knew what
he was talking about.

`oh， it wouldnt make any difference to my feeling for you，
she said， with a certain sarcasm.

`there！ he said. `that is the point！ in that case i dont mind in
the least. i mean it would be awfully nice to have a child
running about the house， and feel one was building up a
future for it. i should have something to strive for then， and i
should know it was your child， shouldnt i， dear？ and it
would seem just the same as my own. because it is you who
count in these matters. you know that， dont you， dear？ i
dont enter， i am a cypher. you are the great i-am！ as far as

life goes. you know that， dont you？ i mean， as far as i am
concerned. i mean， but for you i am absolutely nothing. i live