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In Times of Trouble This little poem was etched into everybody's minds and sometimes appeared on tea towels and grandma's embroidery1(刺绣) . The days went by slowly, quietly and most importantly, without any rain. There had been no rain in the valley for as long as the children could remember. The wells were starting to bring up muddy brown water and clothes had to be washed in yesterday's dishwater. The lawns had faded to a crisp biscuit colour and the flowers drooped2 their beautiful heads. Even the trees seemed to hang their branches like weary arms. The valley turned browner and drier and thirstier, every hot, baking day. The townsfolk grew worried and would murmur3 to each other when passing with much shaking of heads and tut tuts. They would look upwards4 searching for rain clouds in the blue, clear sky, but none ever came. "The tale of the Dragon cannot be true," said old Mrs Greywhistle, the shopkeeper. "It hasn't moved an inch, I swear," replied her customer, tapping an angry foot. It was now too hot for the children to play out in the direct sun and they would gather under the shade of the trees, digging holes in the dust and snapping brittle5 twigs6. "The Dragon will help us soon," said one child. "He must do Something," agreed another. "I'm sure he will." They all nodded in agreement. A week went by with no change, the people struggling along as best they could. Some were getting cross at the Dragon and would cast angry, sideways looks at it when passing. The villagers were becoming skinny eyed and sullen7(不高兴的) . Meanwhile, the children had a plan. Quickly and quietly, they moved invisibly around town, picking and plucking at the fading flowers. With outstretched arms and bouquets8 up to their chins, they rustled9 over to where the giant rock lay, as still as ever. The boys and girls placed bunches of flowers around the Dragon in a big circle. They scattered10 petals11 around its head and over its nose, then danced around and around it, skipping and chanting the rhyme that they all knew so well. In Times of Trouble The searing heat made them dizzy and fuzzy and finally they all fell in a sprawling12 heap at the bottom of the mound13. They looked up at the rock. 点击收听单词发音
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