正确： “The deafening roar of the dragon echoed through the valley, making every heart quiver. As Sarah approached the beast, her inner conflict between fear and duty was palpable.”
错误： “Sarah saw a dragon. She felt scared but also knew she had to approach it.”
Title: Whispers in the Library
At the heart of Willowbrook University, shielded by ancient oak trees and the hallowed walls of history, stood the renowned Edington Library. Known less for its vast collection of books and more for the legends that whispered through its marble archways.
Jane, a sophomore majoring in linguistics, was always more interested in the whispers than the books. Not that she wasn’t an avid reader; she was. But the allure of the library was not in the pages, but in the spaces between them.
One evening, as twilight cast golden fingers through the stained-glass windows, Jane stumbled upon a book she’d never seen before. Its cover was worn, its pages yellowed, and its title simply read, “Willowbrook.”
Curiosity piqued, she opened the book to find it was not a story but a series of letters. The earliest dated back to the university’s inception. The letters weren’t addressed to anyone specific, instead, they began with, “To whoever finds this…”
Each letter was a confession, a secret, a hope, or a regret. Students across generations had poured their hearts into these pages, sharing their most intimate feelings with the universe.
The first letter was from a student confessing his love for a classmate, hoping she’d one day read the letter and understand his silence. Another was from a woman in the 1940s who had given up her dream of becoming a writer to take care of her family.
As Jane flipped through, she was drawn into the tapestry of human emotions that the university had silently witnessed. Hours passed, the library grew quiet, and the only sound was the soft rustle of pages and the distant hum of the ventilation system.
Tears filled Jane’s eyes as she read a letter from a student who had felt out of place and contemplated ending his life but found hope in the words of these anonymous authors. He had left his own letter of gratitude, urging future readers to never lose hope.
Feeling a connection to these past souls, Jane decided to add her own letter. Pouring out her struggles with adapting to college life, the pressure to succeed, and her deep-seated fear of not fitting in.
The next morning, she slid the book back into its hiding place behind a dusty shelf, hopeful that someday someone would find solace in her words.
Weeks turned into months. The season of finals arrived. Jane, buried in her textbooks, had almost forgotten about the book until a note appeared on her desk. “To the girl who felt she didn’t fit in, your words gave me hope. Thank you.”
A simple note, unsigned, yet its message was profound. The whispers of Edington Library had found their way into the hearts of its students once again.