The Artist
Long, long ago there live a king. He loved horses. One day he asked an artist to draw him a beautiful horse. The artist said, “All right, but you must wait.” So the king waited. He waited and waited. At last, after a year he could not wait any longer. He went to see the artist himself.
Quickly the artist brought out paper and a brush. In five minutes he finished drawing a very beautiful horse. The king was angry. “You can draw a good horse in five minutes, yet you kept me waiting for a year. Why?”
“Come with me, please,” said the artist. They went to the artist’s workroom. There the king saw piles and piles of paper. On every piece of paper was a picture of a horse. “It took me more than a year to learn to draw a beautiful horse in five minutes,” the artist said.
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我的问题又来了:P,最后一段里,这句
On every piece of paper was a picture of a horse.
是不是应该加个 there 呀?
Long, long ago there live a king. He loved horses. One day he asked an artist to draw him a beautiful horse. The artist said, “All right, but you must wait.” So the king waited. He waited and waited. At last, after a year he could not wait any longer. He went to see the artist himself.
Quickly the artist brought out paper and a brush. In five minutes he finished drawing a very beautiful horse. The king was angry. “You can draw a good horse in five minutes, yet you kept me waiting for a year. Why?”
“Come with me, please,” said the artist. They went to the artist’s workroom. There the king saw piles and piles of paper. On every piece of paper was a picture of a horse. “It took me more than a year to learn to draw a beautiful horse in five minutes,” the artist said.
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我的问题又来了:P,最后一段里,这句
On every piece of paper was a picture of a horse.
是不是应该加个 there 呀?