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你好! 我是Lirkit !

我尝试了很多方法来记忆英语单词,最后找到了对我来说最有效的一种!

我们一生中听过的所有歌曲的歌词都已记在我们的记忆中。我们根本没有注意到他们,但我们都已经听到了!

我注意到,当你从一首以前听过的歌曲中学习一个新单词时,你已经永远知道这个单词的翻译,并且永远不会忘记它!

我想把这个方法分享给大家。所以,方案如下。

我们找到我们已经听过的歌曲。

我们添加了其中所有不熟悉的单词。

我们通过了记忆游戏的迷你测试。完毕

现在您已经认识了很多单词,您很快就会了解整个语言!

我打赌你会惊讶于这种方法的有效性!)

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Okkervil River

For The Captain

 

For The Captain

(专辑: Stars Too Small To Use - 1999)


Relax, no song is written, nothing you thought of yourself. It's just a ghost that came unbidden to this house. This infection grows stronger every year. This seed inside the water of your tear, there is no escaping it. This seed blooming in the water of your tear the way an unborn baby's ear unfolds in your belly. This infection grows stronger every year, this direction of a tear rolling down your cheek, there is no escaping it. There is no escaping the thing that is making its home in your radio.

Bless this tiny alley. We have fallen. From tall buildings we have fallen. Bless the birth of him, the chapel he was killed in, all these tiny flowers. They have sat under the sidewalk. They have waited for the pieces of the summer sun to show us all that is your beauty and all that is your treasure. I could smell your skin beside me and say I hope I'm here forever, but, Captain, with your lovers, with your list of favorite pillows, with your favorite list of children, with the wall where you drew windows overlooking tiny gardens cut in two by jagged mountains (and the secret sacred sharing that went on beside the fountain where the water waits forever for a tiny, tiny treasure that would rise up and recover, that would leave this tiny alley) when you meet me in the garden with your wings all dipped in cedar, all these spirits brushing past me brushing past me in the ether say, "All this is window dressing. All you are is flimsy curtains. You will flame up with a word from us, and won't know that you're burning."

完毕

你已经把这首歌里所有不熟悉的词添加了吗?