GRE串词故事（中）
Word List 26--A Macabre Nightmare
发表人：Digni_Tea(小创)
I have a nightmare last night. I walked lackadaisically along a levee. I just leavened the daily lackeyed life with a walk. On the left side of the levee was sea. On the leeward side of the levee was a grove of larches. Suddenly a leviathan leviated. I felt lethargic at the same time. My strength always has a knack of losing when I need it. I cried and asked for help. I have a lachrymose disposition. But the voice didn t come out of my larynx because I had a laryngitis. Then I played a legerdemain and took a lance from my pocket. I lancinated it with my lance. It caused a lesion on the leviathan. I saw a lacerate wound on the its body. I lambasted it with my lash. Then I caught it with my lasso. I laminated the lean meat of it and laved the meat with lark. I ate some. When I went home I saw a female leopard in its lactation in its lair. It was a leopard which suffered from lassitude because it had gotten the leprosy. I gave it some meat as largesse. Then I went home laurels on head.
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Word List 27--Poor Boy
发表人：Digni_Tea(小创)
There are so many words, having connection with sex, appear in list 26 and list 27: LASCIVIOUS, LECHEROUS, LECHERY, LEER, LEWD, LIBERTINE, LIBIDO, LUST, LIBIDINOUS, LICENTIOUS, LUSTFUL, and LUBRICIOUS. It s so strange. Let s turn to my article.
I was always lucubrating on my courses. I am tired now. I really long for those days When my Mom sang lullaby in my ears but I didn t want to sleep because I was afraid of macabre nightmares. I long for those days when I read those luscious librettos(libretti) for I dreamed to be an actor. I long for those days when I rode my ligneous "limousine". I long for those days when I lingered at lido. I long for that lissom girl who came into my dreams often. Oh, how lugubrious I am.
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Word List 28--One Dull Day
发表人：Digni_Tea(小创)
A maestro who weared a purplish mackintosh came into the room(he liked magenta). He took his mackintosh off and folded it. He slipped it into his big bag. He had a big bag, even bigger than that of a marsupial. He took out a piece of gum, slipped it into his mouth, and masticated it. There was a medley of voices in the room. The maestro took a mallet out of his bag and knocked a desk with it. "Silent please." He said. Then the crowd formed into an orderly matrix. "One man malingered." He said after he counted the number. "We ll practice one madrigal today. Let s begin." ... "That s all for today, Godbye." The maestro left the room. "Oh, we re manumited at last." One man said. "That maestro is like a matador who is not afraid of being mauled by bulls." "Oh, please leave it. What do you want to do now." "To eat some toast spreaded with margarine." "I d like watching a marionette play."
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Word List 29--Walk Out
发表人：Digni_Tea(小创)
I was really bored by English morphemics. I m not morose in my daily life. But morphemics was beyond my endurance. "Oh, let me call a moratorium on it." I said to myself. I minced my way and bypassed the midget mere(in west campus) which was emitting miasmata all the time. Then I reached a mesa. Walking is a time of mirth in my daily time although it is meteoric. The dry monsoon(mistral) blew my hands. It s a little cold. But I got mesmerized by the cold feeling. I daydreamed some modish music mogul, for example Vanesse Mae(陈美), with a memorable mien came into me. I didn t want to be morassed(mired) in mopes forever. I had done only a moiety of work. This life was not moribund yet. (All that I did was only to create a milieu conducive to the study of English.) "Come on, man, keep up your mettle." I thought aloud and went back.
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Word List 30--In The Moonlight
发表人：Shell_Wang(梦里飞花)
It is already mid-autumn, but the weather is still a little muggy. A full moon hanging above the sky, I am walking on the moor,in the murky moonlight.Seems it is romantic.But in fact I am moping,very morose.Every- thing is muzzy in the dark for my myopia.
Ramling through the barren land,all the things happened in the daytime appear in my mind again.What a horrible day, really like a nightmare.
"Morbid moralist! Morons!There will be nemesis soon!" I can t help remarking angrily and mordantly.Today I went to see a granny in the hospital,who was a neighbor of my family when I was just nascent.She is moribund because of a seriouse nephritis.If I not hurry, maybe I could see her in necropolis only.
Granny is very rich,munificent and did myriad multifarious good things.But her children are nefarious and niggard,always come to ask granny for nepotism and nettled her much.When granny became ill,they never come to look after her.Now she is about to mortuary,they suddenly all came with the obvious motivation although not say it.
In the hospital,granny has been in a morass,made me mournful.Her mottled hair almost all molted.Her natty ,mundane children were ingratiating in a muddle,acting to be naive.However all they ask about not her feeling, but the muniment,negotiable checks and savings accout.Granny has no strength to speak now,she can just nasal murmuring.One guy began to slander saying the doctors are mountebanks only capable of necromancy.After a while, they heard the words after all that granny had give all her wealth to an orphanage and negated their heirage,now she is necessitous.The children suddenly become like neutorics, shouting as if the numitions had been inploded.Standing aside I feel nauseated,a nick in my heart made me pain as if I were mortified, just looking straight at the mosaic mural on the wall,tears in eye.Granny seems very placid as if musing or narcotic.All in a mass,so I kissed her goodbey and left quietly.
"Dear granny, pitiful granny!" I murmured.
The silver moonlight covers the land,and there is a light mist with some motes hovering in air now.Walking in the meandering mist,just like walking in some fairyland of the beautiful myths.
A hunger come over me suddenly,how I want to find some morsel to nibble.I come back to the mundane world again.
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Word List 31--Something About A Nomad
发表人：Rhine_Stone(红雨)
After sitting down, Steven uses a nippers to put the hare on the fire. Eating a wild animallike this is his routine nocturnal activity.
It is winter now, the nipping wind seems to kill him in this noisome cave. In face of this situation, Steven has his own nirvana . After living thirteen years of nomadic life, he has become nonchalant with such hard life. Looking at the fire, Steven falls into meditation.
He is a noncomformist, more exactly he is a nihilismist, however, he doesn t nitpick the mudane polity. In his mind, chairman is only a nominal nomenclature. He loves nomadic life, he loves it so much that he left Lydia without regretness. Lydia, what a nondescript name in his mind! How long have he haven t seen Lydia? Steven closes his eyes and tries to recall , maybe fifteen years. Fifteen years! It could transform a nubile girl into a peak woman.
Lydia is a novelettish nymph when they met. Her subject is obstetrics. Although a novice in this filed, she has become a nonsuch(nonpareil) in their county. How she can be notability in such a short time remains a mystery. But to Steven, he knew that she useed her family s nostrum , a pilar with some noxious novocaine.
Both of them deeply falled in love with each other , however, when they began to talk about nutials, Steven met an oblate in front of a nunnery by chance. The oblate spoke out a sentence:"You will be a nomad, it is your destiny." and then left.
Steven believed numerology so much that he believed in the octogenarian. Thus , he made up his mind to break his oath with Lydia. He knew that he would be objectionable by abandoning his obligation. But he wasn t oblivious, he didn t care about others obloquy. He was sure that after a long time, all of this would be obliterated, and became oblivion.
He left an ode and began his nomadic life . As the result, he became an oafish person in his hometown.
An odoriferous odor pulls him back to the reality. The hare is right to be eaten. Steven sighs: I was a nomad, I am a nomad ,and I will be a nomad. But I won t regret my choice.
