GRE串词故事（下）
The computer in my lab collapsed yesterday, so no article was offered. Sorry! I have seen some paeans for my aricles. Thanks. (What a pachyderm!) It seems like the fact ordains that I should continue not matter how busy I am. It s like onus for me to write one article each day and publish it. In fact, writing and publishing something every day is ossified in my life. If one day I stop doing so but the work is not finished, I will be ostracized by myself from English Board. Thank you for reading my "overly ornate" articles. After read some you might find many sentences are otiose. This is unavoidable if all the unfamiliar words are to be used. Some storys are even fatuous. I was overweening and ignored overhauling the articles sometimes. So a lot of stupid mistakes are in my writing. Any way I hope you enjoy my writing as pabulum. It seems that not so many joined my program. Perhaps most of you may like learning English by osmosis, by reading. I try to play ostrich and pretend not to see. I just do as Nirvana(a beautiful name) told me: cheer up. I ll continue writing and publishing. I ll continue calling for interests also. I have pasted my article "May I have your attention please" on Advanced Edu Board and English Board again to make more orotund voice. Oh, let me end my palaver.
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Word List 33--A Cold Day
发 表 人：Shell_Wang(梦里飞花)
This is the first time to write article here,please forgive the mistakes.
Yesterday there was a heavy snow in this city,the first one this year.
The pedestrians with panoply in the campus are walking hastely ,except Jane,
a peaky,pathetic girl.
She is walking very slowly,full of thought.The mistral lashes her pallid
face,the biting cold penetrates the skin to her bone.But all these seem
unpalpable to her.Maybe the pain of skin could palliate the pain of her heart.
Jane is wretched girl.She is the eldest girl of an almost seperated family.
And she has a little brother who is the focus of her family,for her father show
great partiality to boys with the thought that girls are useless.But because
of the difficulty in her mother s parturition to the little boy, he became
paralyzed when he was just three years old.However, Jane s father insisted
that it was Jane s carelessness that made the boy so and he even became a
little paranoid for he love that boy so much. Since then the parochial father
showed great hatred to Jane,easy to be peevish and often panning her for just
a peccadillo. He is parsimonious to her, left the patches on her clothes and
outdated pastry of the pantry as her food,as if she is a parasite from outside.
Jane s only lover ,her mother, out of work for a long time because of the
disease of her pancreas, is a weak woman and only has a paltry pension,unable
to dissend with Jane s father,the breadwinner.She could only give Jane sth
to pawn covertly sometimes.Ironically, Jane feels more familiar with the
pawnbroker than her father.
But there was another panic yesterday.Her father was penalized to the
penitentiary because he peculated the pelf of his company.It is too late to
be penitent."What to do now?",Jane s thought is in a pandemonium,kicking the
pebbles on the road.Her family is always in a pecuniary paucity,and now it
becomes worse.Maybe they will be paupers soon, begging the patronage of the
patricians.
The snow begin to pelt again,flakes falling down pell-mell.Dorm is ahead,
but Jane is pendulous:"can I go back to dorm now? they will give parody of me
again." Snow being heavying,Jane decides back despite the impending dirision.
In the dorm,the girls are having a parley about the particulars of the
Christmas Party.The panel is discussing about the proper parquetry of the
parquet in the party.Most of them are daughters of the parvenus,pampered all
the time.And they often show patent snob to Jane,thinking her a paradigm of
the pariah,regarding her as some pandemic disease,once they touch her,must be
pasteurized soon.Jane always feel as if in a pen when she is in the dorm,for
she is not a peer of they,always like a unproper parenthesis.Sometimes she
even wants to leave this place and go to a village with pellucid stream to
become a pastor,living a pastoral life.
Jane steps into the room and there is a sudden silence.Jane goes straight
to the heater to parch her gloves,parries the girls always mock,but she still
can peek their pejorative eyes.Looking out of the window there is panorama of
the patio, her heart full of pathos,feeling even colder than outside.On the
pedestal of the sculpture, a little bird is trembling with cold.How pitiful!
She really cannot understand why to the girls studying pediatrics ,who will be
doctors in the future, the paramourt penchant are money and patina, why their
only standard to judge a person is his/her stirp,status,wealth etc. "That is
unfair!"There is a paroxysm of anger in her heart.She remembered apamphlet in
which the author give panegyric to the pantheon,telling that everyone in the
world are equal , are sons of the God.But why?...
Standing before the window ,Jane is pensive.After a while, she murmurs
slowly but firmly: God can t save me.It is I myself that can save me!!
The snow has stopped. And there is a pastel of rosered suffusing the sky...
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Word List 34--A peripatetic hero
发 表 人：Digni_Tea(小创)
I am a peripatetic hero. I was always obliging during my peregrination.
One day a man asked me to help him. So I went to his house. His house was
like a pigsty. I could feel a mystical penumbra when I entered the house.
"About my eldest son." The old man said.
"He ranked penultimate in his class because he liked philately too much.. He
suffered persiflage of his classmates. His teacher was peremptory and said it
served him right. He perpetrated the murder of his teacher. Our perquisite
was gone after my son was put into jail."
"Don t be periphrastic, Dad. I give you the peroration," his perky and
petulcant son said, "We want you to rescue my brother."
"It violates the law. Don t pervert my power."
"But please."
"Don t be pertinacious." I was very angry.
"I know you are pettish, but please."
I have seen enough persnickety man like him. He is so pesky.
"No!" I said.
"Oh...let s leave it...Oh... any way, you are the guest today. I have perused
two books, one pertaining to fishes, one pertaining to pharmacology. Eating
perch is peptic." the old man said.
"Don t be pharisaic." I said phlegmaticly. But in my heart I wanted to eat
perch.
"Let me tell you how I prepared it. First, I pestled the perch meat in a
mortar. Then the water percolated out. Then..."
Then the dish was served. I saw a phial of pharma under the table. They
wanted to kill me for I didn t want to help them! I had a perfunctory eating.
Of course I didn t die. He was in petrifaction then. I perforated his chest
with my pincers and went out.
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Word List 35--Crazy for GRE
发 表 人：Shell_Wang(梦里飞花)
It is the last time of p&p GRE!!
The terrible news spread around so fast, and on the of registration
on Dec. 15th,everyone want to have it seems be possessed. For there is
plethora of people and no plenteous forms.
At the noon of 14th,I thought maybe we should go to east to have a look,
but one of my roommates posited pontifically with positiveness:"People cannot
be so crazy. "But I always felt a little portentous.
Just went in the classroom at 2:00 pm, a friend of 9500 warned me with a
high pitch:" Hurry! there have 150 people in line!" Oh, my God! There is a
pitfall ahead. My stress came to the pinnacle, and ran to get the bike and flew
to east.
When I got to the building of Foreign Language Dept, there are Too many
people and in a great mass. A plump teacher stood on the podium and saying sth.
But he is so pleonastic that nobody listen to him. The guys used little benches
to wait around the building, hundreds of students plying for the limited forms.
It is really a pomp in the history of USTC.The posterior guys wondered along
the line ,wish to find a friend in the line. Fortunately, my classmate used a
bench to get a place for me so I got into the line near the head. The line is
getting longer and longer, more and more guys come. The pith of the teacher s
words is that there will be plenty of form, but no one believe that platitude.
The day is getting dark, but people are stilling stood there waiting. It seems
that there must be a hard night to stay up.
It is dark and people become more placid, or they have been tired. There were
still some guys wondering to use some ploy to get in the line. It is becoming
more cold, but I didn t have the pluck to leave. The line was like a night plaza
then, with a lot lamps, portable radio, even the TV. My friend and I began to play
card. It is clamorous .It was much colder at mid-night, only 0 degree, so freezing
I felt almost frozen. How I wish to become a bean to hide in the pod. But I was
so sleepy that I couldn t help falling in sleep. Oh, I am a piscator hunting in
the icy stream, carrying a pitcher to get water. What a biting cold! Suddenly I
woke up, and only a nightmare. I dare not to sleep again, fearing to get pneumonia
in such a cold night. So I began to chat with my friends, talking freely, from the
polygamy and polyandry to the plutocracy, as if we were all polymath. I sat on
the poky bench like a little bare, without all the usual polish.
During the night s had a wonderful ploy. He use wire to have all the plinthe
of the benches together. That is really a original idea, and its great was reveal
in the morning.
It came to the morning of 15th after all. Stayed up a whole night, the clother
is with a lot pleat and the hair is in a mass, but no one cared to plume it. I
felt a little nauseated as if after a rapid pirouette. The front part of the
line are in a relative plateau, but the rearer part cannot in poise. If one
cannot get a form after a night stay up, that is a poignancy. And still sb
want to get into the line, and the guys are agitated, seems as if there will
be a polemic, only pistol can placate it. The teachers came and pleaded the guys
not to be so crazy. Some people in uniform came, and forced the ones not in the
original line to leave. At last, there must be a bench if one want to stay in
the line. Now we think of the guy who make the benches in a string. How great
he is! The line began to move forward slowly, and more and more people got the
form. After all, I got one. Only then I felt like after a vehicle fight. And the
guys after me are still waiting uneasily and worrily. How pitiful we are!
