Poems about Twin Cities

A Tale of Two Cities is one of my favorite foreign novels.

Chapter 1, Time: This is the best time, this is the worst time, this is the age of wisdom, this is the age of stupidity, this is the age of faith, this is the age of doubt, this is the season of light, this is the season of darkness, this is the spring of hope, this is the winter of despair, there is nothing in front of us, we all go directly to heaven, and we all go directly to another road. Just like this period, some things of noise authority, whether good or bad, can only be accepted in a relatively superior degree. It was the best time and the worst time. This is a year of wisdom, this is a year of ignorance; This is a period of faith, this is a period of doubt; This is a bright season, this is a dark season; It was the spring of hope, it was the winter of disappointment; We are all heading straight for heaven, and we are all heading in the opposite direction-in short, the situation at that time was very similar to that now, and some of the noisiest authorities insisted on using superlative adjectives to describe it. Say it is good, it is the most advanced; I don't know, it's the highest level.

Another: Sydeny's last monologue: (I personally think this is the most classic) They said that he, about the city that night, was the face of the most calm person I had ever seen there. Many people added that he looked noble and prophetic. One of the most serious victims who was chopped by the same axe-a woman-recently asked for permission to write down her inspiring thoughts under the same scaffold. If he had given his words, they would have been prophetic, and they would have been like this: "I see that Barcelona, Clay, Defarge, revenge, jurors, judges, and long lines of new oppressors have been destroyed in the old days and perished in this retaliatory tool before it stopped using." I saw a beautiful city and a brilliant nation rise from this abyss. In their struggle for real freedom, in their victories and defeats, and in the long years to come, I saw the evil of this era and the previous era. This is the birth of nature, and it gradually atones for itself and wears it out. "I saw the life for which I gave my life, peace, usefulness, prosperity and happiness, in England that I will never see again. I saw a child in her arms, and the child was named after me. I saw her father, who was old and bent, but recovered in other ways. He was loyal and calm to everyone in his rehabilitation office. I saw this nice guy, their friend for many years, enriching them with everything he had in ten years, and calmly walking towards his reward. "I see that I have a refuge in their hearts, in the hearts of their descendants from generation to generation. I saw her, an old woman, crying for me on the anniversary of this day. I saw her and her husband, their career has been completed, lying side by side in their last earthly bed. I know that in each other's souls, they are not more respected and sacred than I am in both souls. "I saw the child lying on her chest. He was named after me. A person made a triumphant progress on the life path that once belonged to me. I saw him win so well that my name became brilliant in his light. I saw the stain I threw on it and it faded. I saw him, the most important thing is a fair judge and a respected person, with a boy with the same name as me, with a familiar forehead and blond hair, come to this place-and then looked at it fairly, without any disfigurement today-and I heard him tell my story to the child in a gentle and trembling voice. "This is what I have done much better than what I have done; This is the best rest I have ever known. That night, people in the city were talking about it, saying that his face was the calmest one they had ever seen there. Many people also say that he looks noble, like a prophet.

An amazing victim who died under the same sharp axe was a woman who recently asked for permission to write down the thoughts that stirred in her chest at the foot of the same scaffold. If Carlton could express his feelings, and his feelings came from the mouth of a prophet, then his thoughts would be like this: "I saw Barcelona, Clay, Defarge, Nemesis, jurors, judges, and a long list of new oppressors who rose from the old oppressors destroyed by this punishment tool, and were eliminated before this punishment tool stopped using.

I saw a beautiful city and a brilliant country rise from this abyss. In the process of their struggle for true freedom, in their victories and defeats, and in the long years that followed, I saw that the sins of this era and the sins of the previous era (the latter is the natural result of the former) gradually redeemed their sins and gradually disappeared.

"I've seen the people I gave my life for live a quiet, contributing, prosperous and happy life in England-I'll never see England again. I saw Lucy holding a baby named after me on her chest.

I saw Lucy's father was old and hunched, but he recovered in other ways. He saved the world faithfully with his medical skills and lived a quiet life. I think.

2. Write a poem on "Twin Cities", Twin Cities

Spring in this city is over.

Under trees in other places

Cherry blossoms are also buried.

Indulge in the last moonlight in April

A beat is shaking in the water.

It turns into a bruised pain.

I want to see the lake you mentioned.

In this summer.

Give off the light of winter dusk

In other people's songs

Even imagination is a mixture of charm and sadness.

I want to borrow an inch of your eyes.

Show me the lake.

Silence when no one is around.

Like a baby's face

Tender and timid when kissing.

Haven't left yet

The wind is blowing.

As soon as I turned around, my hair exploded.

Slide alone

Before dawn

I am walking in a distant dream.

Stop in the clouds

Weave a colorful brocade

Cut and set on the edge of the four seasons.

Bury all stitches

Follow you every time you go.

It hasn't arrived either.

Strange sounds came from a distance.

Be covered with rain and fog

A step you took many years ago.

Must have been left behind.

I pull my hair to make a thread.

String into the shape of pearls.

Gentle wrist

Whisper a passage of mine.

Spring in this city is over.

There is no season in another city.

I am familiar with it from a distance.

And the recent strange involvement

Wandering in the center of an empty city

Touch your own pulse

Or your temperature.

3. The classic sentence of mirror image and twin cities 1. As long as the sun shines on the earth, there will be shadows.

2. If a person still knows about tears and pain, there must be something he wants to protect.

3. Even if the seven seas are connected with the sky, they will dry up; Even Wan Li, in the wild, will fall apart.

4. "Remember to forget? What a rebellious word! Why should I decide what I need to forget? Forget how blind I am. Forget the blood and tears that have been enough to fill this mirror lake for thousands of years? Forget those who insult and hurt us? Forget the word "resistance" in this world? Let the weak die in silence forever, and then say that this is fate? " sumo

Time has passed for hundreds of years, and some things will eventually settle down and become the past.

4. The sentence in A Tale of Two Cities is: This is the best time, this is the worst time, this is the age of wisdom, this is the age of stupidity, this is the age of faith, this is the age of doubt, this is the season of light, this is the season of darkness, this is the spring of hope, this is the winter of despair, we have everything in front of us, nothing in front of us, and we will all go directly to heaven. This is the worst time, the age of wisdom, the age of stupidity, the age of faith, the epoch-making doubt, the bright season, the dark season, the hope of spring and the desperate winter. We're all here, and it has nothing to do with it. We will all go directly to heaven, and we will all go directly to heaven in other ways.

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A wonderful fact worth thinking about is that everyone is born a profound secret and mystery to others. When I enter a big city at night, I have a serious consideration, that is, each of those dark houses hides its own secrets; Every room has its own secrets; Every beating heart in thousands of breasts, in some of its imagination, is the secret of the nearest heart! Some embarrassment, even death itself, can be changed. Beautiful facts reflect that everyone is composed of profound secrets and mysteries in the eyes of others. Seriously, when I enter a great city at night, every black cluster has its own secrets, and every room is surrounded by its own secrets; In thousands of chests, in every beating heart, in its imagination, a secret centrifugal recently! The horror of things, even death itself, is a reference to this point. It was red wine, spilled on the ground of narrow streets in the suburb of Saint Antoine, Paris. It also stained many hands, many faces, many barefoot and many wooden shoes. The hand of the sawyer left a red mark on the wood; And the forehead of the woman who breast-fed the baby was covered with the stain of the old rag she had wrapped around her head again. Those who greedily hold the bucket board have tiger-like stains on their mouths; And a tall clown is so dirty that his head is more from a long dirty nightcap bag, and his fingers are dipped in muddy distiller's grains blood and scraped on the wall. The unfinished wine was red wine, which stained the ground of the narrow street in the suburb of Saint Antoine, Paris, and it overflowed.

It stained many hands, many faces and barefoot, and many wooden shoes. Seeing the hand with wooden head, Zuo Hongqi is camping; And the stain of the old cloth dyed on the forehead of the woman who took care of her baby was injured again on her head.

Those who are greedy for bucket steps have tiger spots on their mouths; Therefore, jokers are more likely to be spoiled. His head was scrawled on the wall outside the nightcap in a long dirty bag, and his fingers were soaked in muddy wine dregs blood. Along the streets of Paris, the car of death rumbled, empty and harsh. Six prison wagons delivered the wine of the day to the guillotine. Since the imagination was recorded, all the imaginary monsters of greed and discontent have merged into one reality, that is, the guillotine. However, in France, with rich and diverse soil and climate, not a leaf, a leaf, a root, a twig, or a pepper will grow and mature under more certain conditions than this horror. Under a similar hammer, human beings will be squeezed and deformed again, and it will distort itself into the same tortured form. Sow the same seeds of greed, indulgence and oppression again, and it will surely bear the same fruit. The unfinished car of death rumbled along the streets of Paris, sunken and harsh.

Six prison wagons carried the wine of the day to the guillotine. All the devoured and dissatisfied monsters are imagining, because imagination may record itself. In an understanding, the guillotine is melted.

Still in France, its rich varieties, such as soil and climate, leaves, leaves, roots, twigs and dried peppers, are more certain than those that will grow into maturity, which leads to this horror. Under a similar hammer, more human beings are broken and deformed, and it will be twisted into the same tortured shape.

Sow the same seed of greedy license and oppression, and it will surely bear the same fruit according to its kind. I saw a beautiful city and a brilliant nation rise from this abyss. In their struggle for real freedom, in their victories and defeats, in the long years to come, I saw the evil of this era and the previous era. This is the birth of nature, and it gradually atones for itself and wears it out. . . . I saw the child lying in her arms, named after me, a man who succeeded in the life path that once belonged to me. I saw him win so well that my name became brilliant in his light. . . . This is a much better thing than what I have done; This is the best rest I know. I saw a beautiful city and beautiful people from this abyss, and now their struggle is truly free.

5. Good words, good sentences and good paragraphs of A Tale of Two Cities This is the best era, and this is the worst era;

This is an era of wisdom, this is an era of stupidity;

This is a bright season, this is a dark season;

This is the spring of hope, this is the winter of disappointment;

There is everything in front of people, and there is nothing in front of people;

Man is on his way to heaven, and man is on his way to the gate of hell.

Resurrection is in me, life is in me. Those who believe in me, though dead, will rise again; People who live and believe in me will never die.

This is the best time, this is the worst time; This is the age of wisdom, this is the age of stupidity; This is a period of faith, this is a period of doubt; This is the season of light, this is the season of darkness; This is the spring of hope, this is the winter of despair; Our future has everything, and our future has nothing; We're going to heaven. We're going to hell.

When the sage is also, when the fierce. This is also ignorance, which is also wise. This is also a bright season, and this is also a dark season. This is also a year of faith and great confusion. This is also a beautiful spring and a poor winter. People or everything have it, and people or nothing. My generation has reached its peak, and my generation has fallen into the grave forever.

What I did today is far better than what I did in the past. The rest I enjoyed today is much better than anything I know.

When the sage is also, when the fierce.

This is also ignorance, which is also wise.

This is also a bright season, and this is also a dark season.

This is also a year of faith and great confusion.

This is also a beautiful spring and a poor winter.

People or everything have it, and people or nothing.

My generation has reached its peak, and my generation has fallen into the grave forever.

This is the best time, this is the worst time, this is the age of wisdom, this is the age of stupidity; This is a period of faith, this is a period of doubt; This is the season of light, this is the season of darkness; This is the spring of hope, this is the winter of disappointment; There are all kinds of things in front of people, and there is nothing in front of people; People go straight to heaven; People will go straight to hell.

What I am doing now is far better than anything I have ever done; Other things I will get are much sweeter than anything I know.

To the world, you may be one person, but to me, you may be the world.

Don't worry, the best things come when you least expect them to. Never frown even when you are sad, because you never know who is falling in love with your smile. To the world, you are one person; But for someone, you are his whole world.

It was the best time, it was the worst time; This is a year of wisdom, this is a year of ignorance; This is a period of faith, this is a period of doubt; This is a bright season, this is a dark season; It was the winter of hope, it was the spring of disappointment; We all went straight to heaven, and we all went straight in the opposite direction-in short, it is very much like now, and some of the noisiest authorities insist on describing it with superlative adjectives. Say it is good, it is the most advanced; I don't know, it's the highest level.