好悶呀!!!!!!!
早熟又睇完....
唔打機真係唔知做咩好/.\.........
今早打完一編中文,
現在不如打多一編英文啦=3=~
以下時中四時,學校要我們買的一本課外書
是中四的程度,唔知我會明幾多呢/.\.....
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book name:Penguin Readers - SEVEN
中文名:七種罪
作者...唔知道(因為唔識睇英文= =....)
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The Seven Deadly Sins(罪)
A Sin is something bad that God has told people not to do. The seven deadly sins are the most serious(嚴重) sins that only God himself can forgive(寬恕).
Pride - is the sin of being too proud(驕傲).
Wrath - is the sin of being too angry.
Envy - is the sin of wanting a thing or a person - often sexually - very strongly.
Gluttony - is the sin of eating and drinking too much, often in an unpleasant(討厭) way.
Greed - if the sin of wanting to have too many things - too much money, for example - for yourself.
Sloth - is the sin of being very lazy.
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Chapter 1 Gluttony
Somerset looked at the clock. It was almost 2 a.m. He had been in bed for more than an hour, but he was still awake. He had too much to think about. After twenty-three years as a homicide(殺人) detective(偵探), it was never easy for him to go to sleep.
A homicide detective sees humanity at its very worst. He sees murders of every imaginable sort. People killed with guns, knives, poison. Husbands killing wives(老公殺老婆), and wives killing husbands(老婆殺老公). Children killing parents, friends killing friends, and people killing strangers. Sometimes to rob(搶劫) them, sometimes for no reason at all.
But now Somerset was leaving. He had only seven more days left before he retired(退休). Then he could leave the city, forget the crime(罪行) he had seen, and live quietly in the country.
He had seen enough of the violence(暴力) and crime of the city. His pictures and his books were packed and ready to move to his new house in the country.
Only seven more days. He thought of how long he had lived in the city. He had been married(結婚) twice. At one time he had wanted to have children - but not in the city. He knew what living in the city did to children. But deep in his heart, he felt that it wasn't right not to have children. It isn't too late, he thought, forty-five isn't too old to have children. He still might meet someone. It was possible. Anything was possible once he got the hell out of here.
Suddenly his stomach was tight(拉緊). Was he making a mistake? He'd lived his whole life in the city. What if he hated the country? He tried to stop himself thinking and go to sleep. It will all be OK, he told himself. Only seven more days of crime, of the noise and mess and violence in the city, and then his life would start all over again.
That afrernoon he had visited the house he was buying in the country. The house was old and needed some fixing, but he liked it.
On the way back to the city, he sat on the train and watched the farms and fields go by. But the countryside became drier and the farms turned into desert. Soon he began to see butned cars out there on the dry, empty land. He knew they were getting close to the city.
Somerset could see smoke and dust hanging over the city like the hand of an angry God. When the train stopped, he didn't want to get out. He wanted to stay in his seat until it took him back to his new home. But is was only seven days, he told himself. He could manage another seven days. After twenty-three years, what is seven days?
Out on the street, as he waited for a taxi, the terrible reality of the city hit hime hard. The noise of the traffic, people running. shouting, screaming, and nobody caring.
A crazy, homeless man was trying to take a tourist's suitcase. "I'll get you a taxi," the crazy men shouted. "I know how . I'll get you one." But the tourist, whose wife and daughters were afraid, didn't want his help. They didn't want him there. Somerset was going to help, but he couldn't do it. He couldn't be responsible for everything if he was ever going to escape this place. People had to solve their own problems.
He got into a taxi and told the driver to take him home. On the way they passed an ambulance and two police cars. Somerset could see a body on the sidewalk. He saw the bloody face and wondered if the man was still alive. On the next street a fight began. A crowd stood around the fighting men, shouting. As they passed, Somerset sat back in his seat and closed his eyes. He didn't want to see any more.
"Where did you say you're going?" the driver asked. Somerset opened his eyes. "Far away from here," he said.
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打住咁多先啦...個故事我連少少都睇唔明= ="
只係覺得有個城市,好多罪惡,
有條友退左休七日,
有條友叫somerset,就係知咁多= ="
個故事連chapter1都未打完=3="
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