小王子英文情话(有哪些优美的英文句子值得摘抄)
《饥饿游戏3》摘抄
A pain stabs my left temple and I press my hand against it.
The memories swirl as I try to sort out what is true and what is false.
I must look on the verge of some kind of breakdown.
The summer has been scorching hot and dry as a bone.
The fires at the coal mines belch black smoke in the distance.
It brings on the flood of images that torments me, awake or asleep.
Ashes billow up around me.
A strange sensation creepsup the back of my neck.
My nose twitches.
A dab of white peeks out of a vase of dried flowers on my dresser.
I try to collect myself before I’m thrown into what’s sure to be another relentless Mockingjay session.
A sound escapes me. The same combination of gasp and groan that comes from being submerged in water, deprived of oxygen to the point of pain.
Peeta looks healthy to the point of robustness.
My body breaks out in a sweat at the memory.
My hand slides down the screen and hangs limply at my side.
A hush has fallen over the room, and I can feel it spreading across Panem.
Peeta flushes in agitation.
The sight of Gale raises some eyebrows.
My mental notes have become too jumbled.
My thoughts began to tangle.
⭐My skin itches with the ashes of the dead. I feel the sickening impact of the skull against my shoe. The scent of blood and roses stings my nose.
I plant myself on a bench.
I get knotted up in my words.
A shaft of afternoon sunlight plays on my face.
The thought repulsed me at the time.
I can see the tears threatening to spill over her lashes.
The tiniest of smiles forms on her lips.
His eyes are alight with excitement.
An ironic smile twists his lips.
Her dark brown eyes are puffy with fatigue.
At the sound of my voice, it brightens, erases the suffering momentarily.
My body parts join in a chorus of complaints.
I feel a pang of guilt.
There’s a rumble of assent around the table.
I am clinging to a shred of hope.
I say with an edge to my voice.
Too many memories are downing me.
His face breaks into an expression of delight.
He gives a growl of frustration.
A steady flow of people begins to fill the room.
We are pushing against the incoming tide, trying to get out of the bunker.
A shy smile crossed her lips.
There’s this piercing sort of pain where my heart is.
⭐I mention it to no one, but it devours my waking hours and weaves itself throughout my nightmares.
Another blast sends shock waves through my guts.
The pain over my heart returns, and from it I imagine tiny fissures spreading out into my body.
My heart begins to hammer against my chest.
I get a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.
A pale of nothingness that is all my future holds.
A pang of jealousy hits me.
I am light-headed with giddiness.
I imagine the hell inside the mountain. Sirens wailing. Lights flickering into darkness. Stone duct choking the air. the shrieks of panicked, trapped beings stumbling madly for a way out.
She sprang out of her seat, grabbed my coat sleeve, and we wove through the streams of people pouring out onto the streets.
His eyes are crazed with pain and fear.
For a moment a feeling of triumph flaresup inside me.
Rumors of my death have been running rampant.
The next few days bring a flurry of activity as the event is planned.
The pain in my chest wraps around my ribs like a vise.
She just pursed her mouth.
Rain drenches us as we work our bodies and then slog around the running course.
She’s lost in some daze of happiness.
He shoots her an angry look as his arm encircles Annie.
She has my wrist in an iron grip.
The remaining days go by in a whirl.
More words tumble out.
Just as the complexity of the mess I’ve dragged everybody into begins to overload my brain, a distant chain of explosions sends a tremor through the room.
Hot, bitter hatred coursesthrough me.
Snow flurries have begun to fall.
We rack our brain for a plan.
A thousand moments surge through me.
Sharp, icy snowflakes bite my exposed skin.
The rising sun’s trying to break through the gloom without much success.
Another wave of bullets slices across the chest of her yellow coat, staining it with red, knocking the girl onto her back.
A strangled cry comes from my throat.
I fall into a doorway, tears stinging my eyes.
The cracks begin opening inside me, threatening to break me into pieces.
Across the wide expanse ringed by grand buildings sits the president’s mansion.
A wail rises from the crowd.
People bring me a steady stream of information.
This sends a stab of pain through me.
On the way, we pass a window and I see a gray, snowy dawn spreading across the Capitol.
The scent of Snow’s rose curls up into my nose, down into my throat, squeezing it tight with despair.
My resolve’s crushed like an eggshell.
I dig around inside myself, trying to register anger, hatred, longing. I find only relief.
Old habits die hard.
Early spring. The woods awakening after the long winter.
He helps me to the sofa in the living room, where I watch the dust motes spin in the thin shafts of afternoon light.
Out of nowhere, the tears begin to pour down my cheeks.
We seal the pages with salt water and promises to live well to make their deaths count.
Positioned on my dresser, that white-as-snow rose is a personal message to me. It speaks of unfinished business. It whispers, I can find you. I can reach you. Perhaps I am watching you now.
To murder innocent people? it costs everything you are.
It just goes around and around, and who wins? Not us. Not the districts. Always the Capitol. But I’m tired of being a piece in their games.
You can do it. We both can. We’re victors, remember? We’re the ones who can survive anything they throw at us.
Neither of us knew anything except that we were trying to keep each other alive.
This was the doorway to both sustenance and sanity. And we were each other’s key.
①He comes to with a gasp, slashing blindly with his knife. Apparently, the end of Snow’s reign didn’t equal the end of his terror.
②When I open the door to the bathroom, I find my prep team sitting in a row on the edge of the tub, hunched and defeated. I remember I’m not the only one whose world has been stripped away.
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The Hunger Games
