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篇1：last是什么意思last
When was the last time you saw her?
你上次是什么时候见到她的？
How many countries took part in the last Olympic Games?
有多少国家参加了上届奥运会？
You've grown since the last time I saw you!
自从我上次见到你后，你又见长了！
The human form has changed little over the last 30 000 years.
3万多年以来，人的体形没有多大变化。
It is estimated the project will last four years.
据估计，这项工程将持续四年。
It's much easier compared with last time.
这与上次相比容易得多。
The name has come down from the last century.
这名称是从上个世纪流传下来的。
篇2：The Last Stop
Afternoon was Mrs. Conroy's favorite time of day. After a hard day at work, her eyes were tired and her feet hurt. She enjoyed the nice long nap she took on the bus. Mrs. Conroy had made friends with the bus driver, Mr. Angstrom. He always woke her up before her stop. She usually felt fresh as a daisy when she got off the bus.
But today was different. Mr. Angstrom wasn't driving. A small man in a wrinkled uniform sat in the driver's seat.
“Where's Mr. Angstrom?” asked Mrs. Conroy, dropping her money into the box.
“I don't know. Sick, I guess. I just work here, lady. Step to the rear.”
Mrs. Conroy hoped that Mr. Angstrom was all right. She didn't like this new driver. She decided not to sleep on the way home today. She didn't want to ask this driver to wake her. He didn't look like the type who'd want to do anyone a favor.
Mrs. Conroy looked out the window. It was a warm afternoon. Though she tried to keep her eyes open, the gentle rocking of the bus had a lulling effect. Within a few minutes her eyes closed. Her head dropped to her shoulders. In spite of herself, Mrs. Conroy fell fast asleep.
The next thing Mrs. Conroy knew, a hand was on her shoulder. Someone was shaking her awake.
“Wake up, lady. We've come to the end of the line. Wake up.”
Mrs. Conroy blinked and opened her eyes. The bus driver looked down at her. “I said, this is the end of the line, lady. Time to get off the bus.”
Mrs. Conroy peered out the window. “Where am I?” she asked. “I was supposed to get off at Essex Avenue.”
“You're at the last stop, lady. Come on, get off the bus. I have a schedule to keep to.”
Mrs. Conroy was having trouble waking up. She staggered to her feet. The bus driver took her arm and helped her down the aisle. As she stepped off the bus, she felt a sense of panic. “Wait a minute,” she said in a shrill voice. “This isn't Essex Avenue. Where am I? How can I get home?”
“Cool off, lady. I told you, you're at the end of the line. We all make it here sooner or later.”
“But why can't I ride back with you?” she pleaded. “I have the fare!”
“Sorry, lady,” he said as he closed the door. “It's against the rules.”
Mrs. Conroy watched the bus disappear down the road. She looked around and tried to figure out what part of the city she was in. Suddenly the sun seemed awfully bright.
Mrs. Conroy squinted. She didn't recognize this place. There were no trees around, no street signs, and no people. The city seemed to have ended miles back. She couldn't get her bearings. There was nothing to see in any direction. Nothing at all. Mrs. Conroy wondered if she were still dreaming.
“Are you ready, Madam?”
The voice came from behind her. Mrs. Conroy whirled around, her heart beating rapidly.
“Who? What? Are you speaking to me?”
A tall, handsome man in a blue pin-striped suit stepped forward. His suit reminded her of the one that her boss, Mr. Burton, always wore. What was a businessman doing so far out here in the country?
The man smiled. “Yes, Mrs. Conroy. I've come to meet you. It's time to go now.”
“Go where? What are you talking about? And how do you know my name?” The man in the blue suit smiled.
“I know it must be very confusing, Mrs. Conroy. Most people seem to feel that way at first. But as we go along, everything will become quite clear.” He took her by the arm. “It's all right,” he said kindly. “Just come with me.”
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篇3：The Last Stop
The Last Stop
Afternoon was Mrs. Conroy's favorite time of day. After a hard day at work, her eyes were tired and her feet hurt. She enjoyed the nice long nap she took on the bus. Mrs. Conroy had made friends with the bus driver, Mr. Angstrom. He always woke her up before her stop. She usually felt fresh as a daisy when she got off the bus.But today was different. Mr. Angstrom wasn't driving. A small man in a wrinkled uniform sat in the driver's seat.
“Where's Mr. Angstrom?” asked Mrs. Conroy, dropping her money into the box.
“I don't know. Sick, I guess. I just work here, lady. Step to the rear.”
Mrs. Conroy hoped that Mr. Angstrom was all right. She didn't like this new driver. She decided not to sleep on the way home today. She didn't want to ask this driver to wake her. He didn't look like the type who'd want to do anyone a favor.
Mrs. Conroy looked out the window. It was a warm afternoon. Though she tried to keep her eyes open, the gentle rocking of the bus had a lulling effect. Within a few minutes her eyes closed. Her head dropped to her shoulders. In spite of herself, Mrs. Conroy fell fast asleep.
The next thing Mrs. Conroy knew, a hand was on her shoulder. Someone was shaking her awake.
“Wake up, lady. We've come to the end of the line. Wake up.”
Mrs. Conroy blinked and opened her eyes. The bus driver looked down at her. “I said, this is the end of the line, lady. Time to get off the bus.”
Mrs. Conroy peered out the window. “Where am I?” she asked. “I was supposed to get off at Essex Avenue.”
“You're at the last stop, lady. Come on, get off the bus. I have a schedule to keep to.”
Mrs. Conroy was having trouble waking up. She staggered to her feet. The bus driver took her arm and helped her down the aisle. As she stepped off the bus, she felt a sense of panic. “Wait a minute,” she said in a shrill voice. “This isn't Essex Avenue. Where am I? How can I get home?”
“Cool off, lady. I told you, you're at the end of the line. We all make it here sooner or later.”
“But why can't I ride back with you?” she pleaded. “I have the fare!”
“Sorry, lady,” he said as he closed the door. “It's against the rules.”
Mrs. Conroy watched the bus disappear down the road. She looked around and tried to figure out what part of the city she was in. Suddenly the sun seemed awfully bright.
Mrs. Conroy squinted. She didn't recognize this place. There were no trees around, no street signs, and no people. The city seemed to have ended miles back. She couldn't get her bearings. There was nothing to see in any direction. Nothing at all. Mrs. Conroy wondered if she were still dreaming.
“Are you ready, Madam?”
The voice came from behind her. Mrs. Conroy whirled around, her heart beating rapidly.
“Who? What? Are you speaking to me?”
A tall, handsome man in a blue pin-striped suit stepped forward. His suit reminded her of the one that her boss, Mr. Burton, always wore. What was a businessman doing so far out here in the country?
The man smiled. “Yes, Mrs. Conroy. I've come to meet you. It's time to go now.”
“Go where? What are you talking about? And how do you know my name?” The man in the blue suit smiled.
“I know it must be very confusing, Mrs. Conroy. Most people seem to feel that way at first. But as we go along, everything will become quite clear.” He took her by the arm. “It's all right,” he said kindly. “Just come with me.”
“No! I'm not going anywhere with you. Why should I? I don't even know who you are,” Mrs. Conroy said. She pulled away from the man and stepped back.
The man smiled gently. “I'm only an assistant, Mrs. Conroy,” he said.
“Well, Mr. Assistant, there must be some mistake. I just fell asleep and stayed on the bus too long. Then the driver made me get off. He wouldn't take me back with him! He talked some nonsense about rules. I'm going to call the company and report him!”
“He was just doing his job, Mrs. Conroy,” the man said patiently.
“But he left me out here alone,” Mrs. Conroy said. “Now it's getting late. I have to get home and fix dinner. What kind of bus driver refuses to take passengers?”
The man in the blue suit stepped toward Mrs. Conroy and took her arm again. This time she didn't resist. He patted her hand and smiled down at her. “You'll have to forgive the driver for being rude, Mrs. Conroy. He's new at the job. But he was only following orders. You see, Mrs. Conroy, this is the end of the line. You don't have to worry about getting home and fixing dinner.Our passengers only go one way.”
篇4：The last tape
The last tape
The bustle of the hospital was a welcome distraction as I opened my new patient's chart and headed for her room. My son, Eric, had just brought home a disappointing report card, and my daughter, Shannon, and I had argued again about her getting a driver's license. For the next eight hours I wanted to throw myself into helping people who I knew had much more to worry about than I did.Rebekah was only 32, admitted for chemotherapy after breast-cancer surgery, When I entered her room it took me a moment to spot her amid the bouncing forms of three giggling little girls.
I told Rebekah I would be her nurse and she introduced her husband, Warren; six-year-old Ruthie; four-year-old Hannah; and two-year-old Molly. Warren coaxed the girls away from their mother with a promise of ice cream and assured Rebekah they would return the next day.
As I rubbed alcohol on her arm to prepare it for the intravenous line, Rebekah laughed nervously. “I have to tell you I'm terrified of needles.” “It'll be over before you know it,” I said. “I'll give you a count of three.”
Rebekah shut her eyes tightly and murmured a prayer until it was over. Then she smiled and squeezed my hand. “Before you go, could you get my Bible from the table?” I handed her the worn book. “Do you have a favorite Bible verse?” she asked. “Jesus wept. John 11: 35.” “Such a sad one,” she said. “Why?”
“It makes me feel closer to Jesus, knowing he also experienced human sorrow.”
Rebekah nodded thoughtfully and started flipping through her Bible as I shut the door quietly behind me.
During the following months I watched Rebekah struggle with the ravages of chemotherapy. Her hospital stays became frequent and she worried about her children. Meanwhile I continued to contend with raising my own kids. They always seemed either out or holed up in their rooms. I missed the days when they were as attached to me as Rebekah's little girls were to her.
For a time it had seemed Rebekah's chemotherapy was working. Then doctors discovered another malignant lump. Two months later, a chest X-ray revealed the cancer had spread to her lungs. It was terminal. Help me to help her through this, I prayed.
One day when I entered her room, I found her talking into a tape recorder. She picked up a yellow legal pad and held it out to me. “I'm making a tape for my daughters, ” she said.
I read the list on her pad: starting school, confirmation, turning 16, first date, graduation. While I worried how to help her deal with death, she was planning for her children's future.
She usually waited until the early hours of the morning to record the tapes so she could be free from interruptions. She filled them with family stories and advice?trying to cram a lifetime of love into a few precious hours. Finally, every item in her notes had been checked off and she entrusted the tapes to her husband.
I often wondered what I would say in her place. My kids joked that I was like an FBI agent, with my constant questions about where they'd been and who they'd been with. Where, I thought, are my words of encouragement and love?
It was three o'clock one afternoon when I got an urgent call from the hospital. Rebekah wanted me to come immediately with a blank tape. What topic has she forgotten? I wondered.
She was flushed and breathing hard when I entered her room. I slipped the tape into the recorder and held the microphone to her lips. “Ruthie, Hannah, Molly?this is the most important tape.” She held my hand and closed her eyes. “Someday your daddy will bring home a new mommy. Please make her feel special. Show her how to take care of you. Ruthie, honey, help her get your Brownie uniform ready each Tuesday. Hannah, tell her you don't want meat sauce on your spaghetti. She won't know you like it separate. Molly, don't get mad if there's no apple juice. Drink something else. It's okay to be sad, sweeties. Jesus cried too. He knows about sadness and will help you to be happy again. Remember, I'll always love you.
I shut off the recorder and Rebekah sighed deeply. ”Thank you, Nan,“ she said with a weak smile. ”You'll give this one to them, won't you?“ she murmured as she slid into sleep.
A time would come when the tape would be played for Rebekah's children, but right then, after I smoothed Rebekah's blanket, I got in my car and hurried home. I thought of how my Shannon also liked her sauce on the side and suddenly that quirk, which had annoyed me so many times, seemed to make her so much more precious. That night the kids didn't go out; they sat with me long after the spaghetti sauce had dried onto the dishes. And we talked ? without interrogations, without complaints?late into the night.
篇5：The last book
The last book_200字
I recently seen a movice called ”Alice in Wonderland". Maybe you have read a fiction named it.You should guess now.Yes,this film is based on the novel.And I have already read this book many times. It is so interesting a book that I enjoy read it.It was a good book, soI could not put it down.
But the main reasn is that this book is my grandpa gave me the final book. He have been died last December.So it also has a special meaning to me.Alice is the main charater of the novel.
She is very kind, beautiful, smart and brave.I hope to be a fantastic girl like Alice.I will never give up tring to achieve my dream.And I am always missing my grandpa.I will always be thankful to him.
篇6：last的用法
一、用作动词
1.表示“持续”，是不及物动词，其后常接表示时间的名词或副词（主要是 long）；后接名词时根据情况可用介词 for（可省去），till, until, into, from…to 等。如：
The war lasted (for) five years.
战争打了5年。
The hot weather will last until September.
炎热的天气将会一直持续到9月。
2.有时可用人作主语。如：
He won’t last long in that job—it’s too tough.
他做那工作坚持不了多久——那工作太难了。
3.有时表示“够用（多久）”或“用了（多久）”，此时可带一个间接宾语，但不用于被动语态。
The food will last (us) (for) three days.
这食物可以供（我们）吃3天。
二、用作定语
They drank up the last of the wine.
他们喝光了最后一滴酒。
I received your last letter in May.
我收到你的最近来信是在五月份。
三、last用作名词时,其复数形式不变。
These are the last of our apples.
我们就剩下这么多苹果了。
He was the last to come.
他是最后一个来的'。
四、 与 week, month, year, Sunday, spring 等之类的词连用时，其前一般不用in, on, at 等介词。
He stopped smoking last week. 他上星期戒了烟。
I worked very hard last month. 上个月我工作很努力。
I started my job last Monday. 我上星期一开始工作。
★ 持久的反义词
★ 教案英语
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