词汇:jingle
vi. 发出叮当声;押韵
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Write a two line jingle starting, "I'm glad I use Dial... " The last word in both lines must rhyme.
>> The Prize Winner of Defiance, Ohio Movie Script
>> The Prize Winner of Defiance, Ohio Movie Script
“Why Texas beats me,” Soupy said. “I always heard he was from Tennessee.” “I wonder what he’d have to say about being dead?” Needle said. “Gus always had something to say about everything.” Po Campo began to jingle his tambourine lightly, and the Irishman whistled sadly.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
The third time he stopped, he thought he heard voices. They were faint, but they were white, an encouraging sign. Hewent cautiously toward them, trying to make as little noise as possible. It was hard to carry a saddle without it creaking some, but he was afraid to put it down for fear he could not find his way back to it in the dark. Then he heard a horse snort and another horse jingle his bit. He was getting close. He stopped to wait for the moon to rise. When it did, he moved a little closer, hoping to see something. Instead he heard what sounded like a subdued argument.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“Think about it a minute,” Augustus said. “Suppose it all worked the other way, and men were the whores. You just walk into a saloon and jingle your money and buy anyone you wanted. And he’d have to take his clothes off and do what you said to.” “I never seen one I wanted,” Lorena said. “’Cept Jake, and that didn’t last any time.” “I know it’s hard to think about,” Augustus said. “You been the one wanted all this time. Just suppose it was the opposite and you could buy what you wanted in the way of a man.” Lorena decided Gus was the craziest man she had ever known. He didn’t look crazy, but his notions were wild.“Suppose I was a whore,” he said. “I’ve always figured I’d make a good one. If you win this hand I’ll give you a free poke and all you’ll have to figure out is how to enjoy it.” “I wouldn’t enjoy it,” Lorena said. She had never enjoyed it, and it would take more than Gus’s talk to change her opinion.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
“We’ve not met,” Call said, touching his hat but not looking at the woman. He didn’t want to get angry at Jake in front of all the hands, and all but Dish and the two Rainey boys were lounging around eating their evening meal. Or, at least, they had been lounging. Now they were sitting as stiffly as if they were in church. Some looked paralyzed. For a moment the only sound in the camp was the jingle of a bit as the woman’s horse slung its head.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
She had been sitting at a table expecting Dish Boggett to come back with another two dollars he had borrowed somewhere. It was an expectation that brought her no pleasure. It was clear Dish expected something altogether different from what the two dollars would buy him. That was why, in general, she preferred older men to young ones. The older ones were more likely to be content with what they paid for; the young ones almost always got in love with her, and expected it to make a difference. It got so she never said a word to the young men, thinking that the less she said the less they would expect. Of course they went right on expecting, but at least it saved her having to talk. She could tell Dish Boggett was going to pester her as long as he could afford to, and when she heard boot heels and the jingle of spurs on the porch she assumed it was him, coming back for a second round.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
Gus was noticeable, since he rode a big black horse that looked like it could have pulled three stagecoaches by itself. But he kept his spurs on even when he wasn’t riding so he would have them handy when he wanted something to jingle.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇