One Christmas my father kept our tree up till March. He hated to see it go. I loved that.

  • -- Mo Rocca 蒙·罗卡

有一年圣诞节,父亲把我们家的圣诞树养到三月份。他不愿意看到它消失。我很喜欢。

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I hated Chris, my brother. I would pull his hair and kick him, until one day my father gave him permission to fight back. I'll be apologizing to him for the rest of my life.

我恨克里斯,我哥哥。我会揪他的头发,踢他,直到有一天我父亲允许他还击。我这辈子都要向他道歉。

Our Lord never condemned the fig tree because it brought forth so much fruit that some fell to the ground and spoiled. He only cursed it when it was barren.

我们的主从来没有定无花果树的罪,因为它结的果子甚多,有的落在地上坏了。他只是在它不生育的时候才诅咒它。

I looked up my family tree and found out I was the sap.

我查了一下我的家谱,发现我是树液。

My mother did not like children.

我妈妈不喜欢孩子。