1. Peggotty's eyes were so dark that the part of her face around her eyes was also dark. Her cheeks and arms were hard and red. I often thought the birds didn't come. Pecking at her instead of pecking at the apple and feeling weird.
2. What appears in the clouds is our house. In my opinion, it is not new, but it is very familiar, just like it was in my early memories. On the first floor was Peggotty's kitchen, with a door leading to the back yard. There is an upright pole in the middle of the backyard, and there is a pigeon house on the pole, but there are no pigeons living in it; there is a doghouse in the corner of the yard, but there are no dogs in it; a group of poultry that seems to me to be terrifyingly tall are always arrogant. , walking around menacingly. There is a rooster that always flies to the top of the pillar to crow. Whenever I look at it from the kitchen window, it seems to pay special attention to me. It looks so ferocious that it makes me tremble with fear. There is a group of geese by the courtyard gate. Every time I walk there, they stretch their necks and waddle after me. As a result, just like a person who has been trapped by a wild beast dreams about lions, I also dream about these things at night. Goose.
3. (Ham) He was six feet tall at that time, big, broad-shouldered, and a strong man, but he had a childish smirk on his face and his light curly hair made him Looks like a sheep. He wore a canvas jacket, and his trousers were so stiff that he could stand upright even without his legs in them. He was wearing what you might call a hat, like an old house with some dark, dirty thing on top.
This was the most perfect and lovely bedroom I had ever seen—it was at the stern of the ship, with a little window where the old rudder had passed; On the wall, just at my height, hung a small mirror with a frame made of shells; a small bed just big enough for me to sleep on; and a bunch of seaweed in a blue enamel cup on the table. The walls were painted white, as white as milk, and the sheets made of rags were so shiny that it hurt my eyes.
4. Peggotty said in a stronger tone than usual that we should accept everything as it is. As for her, she was proud to call herself the Yarmouth Fish.
5. "Ah, the smoke will go away," said Peggotty--I am talking about our Peggotty--"and the smoke will not just leave you alone. We don't want to see it."
6. Mother turned to me, then to Peggotty, and cried willfully, "When people think they can expect the end of the world.
What a troubling world it is when everything goes as planned!"
It immediately made me panic. I felt that the words in the text were slipping away again, not one by one, nor line by line, but the whole page. I wanted to catch them, but they seemed to be on roller skates - if I can say so - and no one could stop them from sliding away from me.
7. He was a thin young man, with a sallow complexion and sunken cheeks. His chin was almost as dark as Mr. Murdstone's. But their resemblance ended there, for he had shaved off his beard. His hair was dull and dull in color. He was wearing a set of black clothes, which were dull and burnt in color, and the trouser legs and sleeves were too short. He wore a white scarf, which was not very clean. I did not think then or now that it was the only linen garment he had on him, but he showed or hinted that it was the only linen garment he owned.
8. This is a long room with three rows of desks and six rows of benches. The walls are covered with hooks for hanging hats and slates. The dirty floor was littered with old writing books and exercise books. Silkworm houses made of paper from those old notebooks are also scattered on the desk. In the musty-smelling attic made of cardboard and wire, two poor white mice abandoned by their owners walked up and down. They stared at every corner with their red eyes, trying to search. What to eat. There was a bird in a cage that was no bigger than itself. It jumped up and down on the two-inch-high perch. The sound of its wings flapping was sad, but it didn't cry or sing. There was a strange, unwholesome smell in the room, like thick corduroy pants that were moldy, sweet apples with no ventilation, and books that were rotten. If this room had no roof when it was built, there would be ink rain, ink snow, ink hail, and ink wind blowing from the sky all year round, and there wouldn't be so much ink splashing in the room.
9. Mr. Creakle's face is fierce, with small eyes set deep in his head; thick veins protruding from his forehead, a small nose, and a large chin. He was bald at the top and back of his head, and each temple was covered with a sparse patch of wet hair that was just beginning to turn gray and met on his forehead. What impressed me most about him was that he had no voice and could only speak in a low voice. When he spoke like this, because he was nervous or because he consciously spoke in such a low voice, his already angry face became even more angry, and the thick veins that popped out became even thicker.
10. Mr. Sharp is the chief teacher and has a higher status than Mr. Meyer. Mr. Mayer dined with his students, and Mr. Sharp breakfasted and suppered with Mr. Creakle. He's quite weak and looks a little exhausted, I think. He had a big nose and his head was always tilted to one side, as if it was too heavy for him.
His hair was smooth and curly, but the first returning student told me that it was a wig (or a second-hand wig, the student said), and that Mr. Sharp went to have it curled every Saturday afternoon.