年轻媳妇伊利莎住在一家偏僻的农场，一手高超的种花技能令她自豪。一天，她突然有了与外界交流的愿望。有什么故事发生呢？请您往下看。 The high grey-flannel fog of winter closed off the Salinas Valley from the sky and from all the rest of the world. On every side it sat like a lid on the mountains and made of the great valley a closed pot. On the broad, level land floor the gang plows bit deep and left the black earth shining like metal where the shares had cut. On the foothill ranches across the Salinas River, the yellow stubble fields seemed to be bathed in pale cold sunshine, but there was no sunshine in the valley now in December. The thick willow scrub along the river flamed with sharp and positive yellow leaves.
Richard Rodriguez’s passage reveals his attitude towards his family and himself. He uses figurative language to describe his Christmas. He uses selection of detail and tone to express his view. While growing, the living conditions were poor, yet his mother never doubted that her children would become successful and wealthy. Rodriguez remembers hearing her predict the future and the presents they would one day purchase for their old parents.
Staying at home | |with her two small sons, she was the ultimate earth mother, gardening, canning fruits and vegetable, | |making her son’s clothes, stitching and knitting. “I macramed two hammocks,” she admits now. “I needed | |help.” | |That help came in the form of a blizzard in February 1979, which left her stranded at home for a week. | |In an age without four-wheel drive vehicles, getting down the hillside from where she lived was | |impossible. Morning kindergarten was canceled for a week.
Through the covering up of the black snowman to become white, Harper conveys the fact that beneath the surface, all human beings are equal and the same. Atticus’ approval of this is shown when he tells Jem, "I didn't know how you were going to do it, but from now on I'll never worry about what'll become of you, son, you'll always have an idea." The fire that night that destroyed Miss Maudie’s house can be metaphorically viewed as the prejudice of Maycomb. After the fire melted the snow from the snowman, there was nothing left but mud. This is how the fire shows the biased views of the community, by ultimately showing that whites and blacks are not the same.
The Hero! My customer service hero is Jan at Wal-Mart in Woodburn. It was my youngest son’s first birthday and I made the mistake of going in last minute, two hours before the party, to pick out a cake. I had already been to the Wal-Mart in Salem and they had minimal options of cupcakes. So I chose to chance going into Woodburn without a cake and try the Wal-Mart there.
Scout looks to her street and imagines the past few years from that perspective. Lee writes, “Winter, and his children shivered at the front gate, silhouetted by a blazing house… Summer, and he watched his children’s heart break. Autumn again, and Boo’s children needed him. Atticus was right. One time he said you never really know a man until you stand in his shoes and walk around in them.
The last chapter sees them in a pure and flat snow plain. This is a very beautiful use of nature to reflect the mood as the "showdown" between the characters happens. Snow is pure and untouched, almost innocent, reflecting the true nature of the beast. It is an innocent victim that has been turned into a monster. Snow marks easily, it will show any blemishes, it does not lie and you cannot hide in it.
He immediately begins to celebrate Christmas by anonymously sending the large prize Turkey to the Cratchit's home, donates generously to charity and then celebrates with his own nephew. Scrooge continued to treat every day forward as if it where Christmas and did so better than
The holiday of Thanksgiving, although celebrated yearly in my family, has been incredibly inconsistent throughout my life. All other major holidays, such as Christmas, Easter and The Fourth of July, have been held in the same place for as long as I can remember. Both sides of my family celebrate Christmas at my house every year. My family always goes to my Aunt Ellen’s house for Easter and to Lake Geneva for the Fourth of July. These are just some of the many traditions that my family hold, but one that we do not is the location of Thanksgiving dinner.
Lisa Cousineau Memoir Essay Prof. Eggers As I stood at the top of the hill, the heat of the July sun beaming down on my bare shoulders, the reality of why I stood there sunk in. I felt a light breeze move the hair that was stuck to the tears rolling downing my cheek. “Lisa” I heard him say, and again the reality of what I was doing there hit me. “The plots around the tree are taken” he said. The enormous lonely oak tree sat in the middle of a grassy hill that overlooked the acres of gravestones.