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Tom sawyer's good words and sentences
"Oh, well, on Wednesday night, I dreamed that you were sitting by that bed, Sid was sitting by the wooden box, and Mary was not far from him."
"Yes, we just sat there. We often sit like this. I am glad that you are so worried about us in your dreams. "
"I also dreamed that Joe Harper's mother was here."
"Oh, she has been here! What else? "
"Oh, there are many, but I can't remember them clearly now."
"Well, try to think back, will you?"
"I remember it was like the wind-the wind blew out-blew out-"
"Think about it, Tom! The wind did blow out something, say it! "
Tom put his finger on his forehead and looked worried. He thought for a moment and said:
"I remember! The wind blew out the candle! "
"My goodness! That's right! Go ahead, Tom-go ahead! "
"I remember you said, well, I think that door ..."
"Go on, Tom!"
"Let me recall-don't worry. Oh, yes, you said you thought the door was open. "
"I just sit here, I did say! Ok, Mary! Tom, go on! "
"Later ... later ... what happened later, I'm a little uncertain. But I seem to remember you letting Sid ... go ... "
"Where to go? Say it? Tom, what did I ask him to do? What is he going to do? "
"You let him ... you ... oh, you let him close the door."
"Oh, my God! I have never heard such a strange thing in my life! Now I understand that dreams are not all false. I want to talk to Serena Harper (Joe's mother) and ask her to explain. She never believes in superstition. Let's see what she has to say this time. Go on, Tom! "
"Oh, I remember it all now. Later, you said I was not bad, just naughty. A little impetuous and reckless. You also said that I am a teenager (I think you said so), and I have no bad intentions. "
"Every word! Oh, my God! Go on, Tom! "
"Then you cried."
"I'm crying. I cried, as is often the case. And after that? "
"Later, Mrs Harper also began to cry. She said Joe was a child like me, and she regretted flogging him for cheese. In fact, she dumped the cheese herself-"
"Tom, you are really something! Your dream is a prophecy! "
"Then Sid said-he said ..."
"I remember I didn't seem to say anything." Sid said.
"No, Sid, you did it." Mary said.
"Shut up, you two, and let Tom go on! What did he say, Tom? "
"He said-I think he said so: he wanted me to live more comfortably in another world, but if I behaved better in some ways ..."
"Look, you heard it! That's what he said at the time! "
"You shut him up."
"I did say so! There must be a master to help you with this. There must be a master to help you in the dark! "
"Mrs Harper also told her about Joe's firecrackers, and you talked about Peter and painkillers ..."
"It's true!"
"Later, you talked about many things, such as salvaging us in the river and holding a funeral on Sunday. Later, you and Mrs. Harper hugged each other and cried, and finally she left. "
"What happened is true! In fact, when I sit here now, it's not bad at all. Tom, even someone who has seen it with his own eyes, said so much! So what happened later? Go on, Tom! "
"I remember you praying for me later-I could see and hear everything you said. I felt very sad that you went to bed, so I took out a piece of buttonwood bark and wrote on it:' We didn't die, just went to be pirates.' Also put it next to the candle on the table; Then you lay there and fell asleep. You look no different. I went over, bent down and kissed your lips. "
"It's you, Tom, it's you! To this end, I will forgive all your mistakes! " So she put her arms around the little guy, which made him feel like a sinful little bastard.
"It's just a dream, but it's not bad." Sid talked to himself in a low voice, just enough for others to hear.
"Shut up, Sid! A person dreams every day and does something. Tom, this is a big apple specially reserved for you. If I can find you, I'm going to give it to you-go to school now. You finally came back, and I thank my kind father. God will be kind to those who believe in him and listen to him. But God knows I don't deserve it. However, if only those who deserve his love can get his blessing and help them through the disaster, then few people can smile calmly or go to the Lord to rest in peace before they die. Come on, Sid, Mary, Tom-come on-you've kept me a long time. "
When the children went to school, the old lady went to see Mrs. Harper, trying to convince her that Tom's dream of living would sometimes come true. When Sid left home, he knew what Tom had said. However, he didn't say it, that is, "this is incredible-there is no mistake in such a long dream!" " "
Look, Tom is very proud now. He became a hero. He changed his old skipping and walked with his back straight, just like a pirate who was noticed. Yes, when he walked through the crowd, he didn't look at them, ignored what they said and took them for granted. The little guys followed him in droves and were proud of it. Tom doesn't mind either, as if he were the drummer in the parade or the leader of the circus performing in the city. On the surface, his peers pretended not to know that he had lost it, but they were jealous as hell. If they can get a tan and be looked up to like this ghost, they will die without sleep, but even if they exchange it with a circus, Tom won't give it to them.
Chapter XII
Tom turned his attention away from the secret in his heart. One of the reasons is that he is now interested in another more important thing: Becky Thatcher is not coming to school. After several days of inner struggle, Tom tried to end this worry, but failed. As a result, he found himself wandering around her house sadly at night. She was sick before, but what if she died! He's going crazy at the thought of it. What war? Be a pirate. He has lost all interest. The good life is gone forever, leaving only troubles. He put away the hoop and put the racket aside. These things are useless and can no longer bring happiness. He is the one who is most worried about him, menstruation. She immediately tried to treat him with various drugs. Menstruation, like some people, wants to try special drugs, or health care drugs such as strengthening the body, eating and drinking indiscriminately.
As long as something new comes out, she never leaves it behind and tries it as soon as she brings it, but she never gets sick herself, so whoever she catches is the one. She subscribed to all medical magazines, osteopathy and so on. The serious nonsense in it became her lifeblood. What kind of ventilation, how to sleep and get up, what to eat and drink, how much exercise is better, what kind of mood to keep, what kind of clothes to wear and so on. All this nonsense is regarded as wisdom by her. Interestingly, although the contents of the first two issues of health magazine were irrelevant, she never found it. She is simple-minded and simple-minded, so she is easily deceived. So, she took nonsense publications and deceptive drugs. Metaphorically, she set off with the devil on a gray horse with death. But she thought she was carrying a panacea, and she was near-re-embodiment of Hua Tuo, so the suffering neighborhood was saved. Spa is a new thing now, and it happened that Tom's spirit was not very good, which won her strength. At dawn in the morning, she called Tom outside, stood him in the wooden shed, and then poured cold water on him. She also wiped Tom with a towel like a file to make him recover. Then she wrapped Tom in a wet sheet and covered him with a blanket until he sweated and washed his soul. In Tom's words, it means "letting sludge and dirty water flow out of every capillary". After this "kindness", the child is more melancholy, paler and listless. As a result, she used hot water bath, sitz bath, shower and whole body water bath, but all to no avail. The child still looks like a coffin, lifeless. She added some oats and ointment for blisters to the water. She also summed up Tom's dosage like measuring the capacity of a jar and prescribed him some so-called panacea every day.
At this moment, Tom is insensitive to this kind of treatment equivalent to "persecution", and the old lady is terrified. She will cure his insensitivity at all costs. She first heard the word painkiller, and now it comes in handy. She bought some at once, tasted it and felt saved. Taking this medicine is like setting someone on fire. She put the spa and other things behind her and pinned her hopes on this painkiller. She gave Tom a spoonful of medicine and waited anxiously for the result. Sure enough, Tom was no longer insensitive, and her mood immediately calmed down and she was carefree. Look at the baby again. He suddenly woke up with interest. Even if the old lady really made him add fuel to the fire, his energy these days can't match. Tom thinks it's time for him to wake up. Although the torture of menstruation makes him feel romantic, he lacks reason and has many dazzling patterns. He racked his brains and finally came up with a way out: pretending to like taking painkillers. So he asked her for medicine from time to time, which annoyed her. Finally, she simply asked Tom to take as much as he wanted, leaving her alone. If it's Sid, she can rest assured, but it's Tom, so she looks at the medicine bottle secretly. She found that there was less and less medicine in the medicine bottle, but she never imagined that Tom used this medicine to repair the crack in the living room floor. One day, Tom was "feeding medicine" to the crack. Peter, the yellow cat he fed during menstruation, came up with a low cry and stared at the spoon greedily, as if to have a taste. Tom said:
"Peter, if you don't really want it, don't." But Peter said it really wanted it.
"You'd better not make mistakes."
Peter has made up his mind.
"You asked for it, so I gave it to you. I'm not stingy. I feel wrong after eating it. Don't blame others, blame yourself. "
Peter has no objection. So Tom pried open its mouth and poured painkillers. Peter jumped two or three yards away and screamed and ran around the room. It slammed into the furniture and knocked over the vase, making a mess. Then it held its head high, landed on its hind legs and jumped around happily, unable to restrain its happy voice. Then, it ran around the house again. Wherever it went, it either knocked this over or destroyed that. Polly saw it rolling when her period came in. It finally let out a whoop and floated out of the open window, taking away the rest of the vase. The old lady was shocked and stood there, staring out from the frame; Tom lay on the floor laughing out of breath.
"Tom, what happened to the cat?"
I don't know, menstruation. He was panting.
"I have never seen such a thing. Why on earth is this happening? "
"I really don't know, menstruation. Cats are always like that when they are happy. "
"Is that so?" This tone is a bit scary for Tom.
"Yes, menstruation. I think so. "
"Do you think so?"
"Yes, menstruation."
The old lady bent down and Tom watched anxiously. When he saw the old lady's intention, it was too late, because the spoon that explained the problem was exposed under the bed curtain. Polly picked up the spoon during menstruation, and Tom was afraid and lowered his eyelids. Polly Menstruation grabbed his ear, pulled him up and hit him on the head with a thimble.
"My little ancestor, why do you treat that poor guy like this? He can't talk? "
"I pity it and give it medicine. You see, it has no menstruation at all. " "What did you say, it has no menstruation!
"Fool! What does that have to do with this? " "There are many relationships. If it has menstruation, it will definitely disregard its feelings and give it medicine to burn its internal organs! "
Hearing this, Polly suddenly felt uncomfortable during her period and regretted it. Tom's statement inspired her. Cats can't stand it,
Isn't that child unbearable, too? She softened and felt guilty. Her eyes were a little moist. She put her hand on Tom's head and said kindly:
"Tom, I mean well. Besides, Tom, what I did was really for your own good. "
Tom looked up at the face of menstruation seriously, blinked at her and said, "My good menstruation, you mean well, I know. I mean well to Peter, too. That medicine is also good for it. I haven't seen its shadow since I gave it medicine. "
"Oh, fuck you, Tom. Don't be angry with me. Can't you be an obedient child? Even once, in this case, there is no need to take medicine. "
Tom came to school very early, and people found him so strange every day recently. As usual, he didn't play with his friends, but wandered around the school gate alone.
He said he was ill, and he did look ill. He looked around as if nothing had happened. Actually, what he really cares about is the road over there. At this moment, Jeff Thatcher jumped into the eye and Tom was beaming. He stared for a moment, then turned away in disappointment. When Jeff approached, Tom took the initiative to talk to him, trying to get information about Becky, but it was useless to talk. Tom had to wait and wait, eagerly waiting. Whenever a girl appears at the end of the road, he is filled with joy. When he looked around, he was not the one he was waiting for, and immediately gnashed his teeth. Later, there was no trace on the road, and my hopes were dashed. I stepped into the empty classroom gloomily and sat there sad. At this moment, Tom saw the girl's clothes floating in from the gate. Tom's heart is pounding. He immediately ran out of the classroom and began to perform like an Indian. He shouted, laughed and chased me, even risking his life to jump over the fence, turn back and forth or hold the top, regardless of breaking his hands and feet. In short, he did all the brave things he could think of. When he did this, he secretly glanced at Becky Thatcher to see if she had seen it. But she didn't seem to see it at all, or even look at it. This may be because she didn't notice him there. So Tom got closer. "Let's go! Kill "to shout. He ran to grab a boy's hat and threw it on the roof of the classroom. Then, he rushed to another group of children, causing them to trip and disperse. He fell in front of Becky and almost tripped her. Becky turned and held her head high.
Tom heard her say:
"Hum! Some people are self-righteous and arrogant-they are all showing off! "
Tom was told that his face had a fever. He got up and sneaked away, looking depressed and failed.
Dedicated, crying, laughing, satisfied, high-spirited, cold, full of eyes.
Think hard, be elated, accomplish a lot, be weather-beaten, cry bitterly, cry bitterly, do your best, get carried away.
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