One day John sat by a window and began to play the violin as usual. He seems to be making noises instead of music. However, John was absorbed. Just then, some stones were thrown out of the window under which John was sitting, but he did not pay attention to it.
After a little while, an empty bottle and a worn-out shoe were thrown out of the window too. John knew that this was not the place for him. He was badly hurt.
Perhaps no living people can understand my music, I should go to a place where people may appreciate my works. So he decided to go to a graveyard.
He came to a graveyard where there was no other sound except the church toll. The yard was a Heaven where dead people rest. John sat at a grave and thought a lot.
I must do my best to show that my music is outstanding.
He was inspired and began to play his violin.
Suddenly a barefoot stretched out from the grave and gave John a kick that sent hin flying.
His treasured violin also dropped from his hand.
John felt very sad because his works was not accepted by anyone, not even the dead.
Don't throw any paper on the floor, Bill.
Where shall I put it, miss?
Put it in the waste-paper basket, please.
But Peter and Tony put all their paper in the basket a few moments ago. Now it's full.
In that case, take the basket outside and empty it.
Bill takes the basket out of the room and returns with it a few moments later.
Where did you empty the basket, Bill?
In the playground, miss.
Silly boy!
The dustbin is at the back of the school. Now pick up the paper and put it in the dustbin.
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发表于 2011-5-15 14:39
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John sat at a grave and thought a lot.
