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It would be rude to be more than 15-20 minutes late for a banquet. The host usually waits for all the guests to arrive before starting the meal. If someone goes late, the food may turn sour, and it may affect the host's mood.

If you're bound to be late, hit ** to tell them not to wait for you. It's even worse to arrive early! The host may not be ready yet.

If you arrive early, drive around the neighborhood or take a walk, or just wait in the car for the time to arrive. Although punctuality is usually said to be important, on the other hand, a family reception is when the host invites guests to arrive and leave within a certain amount of time, so you can arrive at any time within the allotted time. You can go on an empty stomach, but it's best to bring a small gift.

The gift should not be too expensive, otherwise it may embarrass the owner. Flowers, wine or a box of candy would be nice. Don't make a gift with money.

When making an introduction, the order of the names is:

First, the first name, the second surname. In other words, first name followed last name. Not only is it important to know and remember names, but it is also important to mention them frequently in conversations.

After the introduction, we usually call our friends by their first names. Older people may want you to call them by their identity or last name, such as "Ms. Jones," "Mrs. Smith," or "Dr. Brown." The surname used by a woman when she is not married is her original surname.

In the United States and Canada, when a woman gets married, she replaces her husband's last name with her original surname. However, it is now common for women to continue to use their original surnames after marriage.

It is rude to be 15-20 minutes late for a banquet. The host often waits for all the guests to arrive before starting to serve the food. If someone is late, not only will the dish change its taste, but it will also affect the mood of the host.

If you have no reason to do so, you should tell them in advance that you don't have to wait for you to come. This is even worse if you arrive early, because the host may not be ready, so if you are early, you can take a stroll around the neighborhood or wait in the car until the right time before heading to the banquet. Although it is important to accept it, on the other hand, because of the open invitation, the host will invite you to the occasion and leave the time for a fixed period of time, and you can participate at any time during this time.

You can come empty-handed, but it seems better to bring a small gift, preferably not too expensive, as it may embarrass the host. Flowers, wine or a box of sweets are all good choices. Never treat money as a gift.

The next morning, I woke up from a deep sleep. I didn't realize how tired I was. I walked to the entrance of the cave and looked out.

Although the wind was still so strong, the clouds were much less, and the rain had stopped. I could see the mountainside below. I woke up my brother and then packed up our things and headed for the mountainside.

In the beginning, it was difficult to climb over rock formations. And there are a lot of dense bushes, which are difficult to traverse. After walking for a while, my brother stopped and unloaded his backpack.

He took out a T-shirt, a knife, and cut off one of the sleeves of the T-shirt. "What the hell are you doing? I shouted.

See. He said as he tied the cloth to the branch. "We need to find our way back to the cave.

I looked around before I realized it was a good idea. We are surrounded by mountains, and they are all about the same length. We continued down the hill and finally came to a small river that flowed through the forest.

Now you can easily walk through the forest by following the direction of the river. We walked for about an hour. Finally came to a farmstead.

Smoke wafted out of the chimney, and we knocked loudly on the door. However, no one answered. There was a path from outside the farmstead and we decided to follow it.

We walked along the trail for about twenty minutes and then came across a very narrow road. We stop and ask, "Which way should I go now?"

Just as we were thinking about it, a pickup truck drove up. We waved, and then the driver stopped. The driver asked

Where are you going? "We didn't know either, we were completely lost. "We told her where we lived.

How did you get here? She asked. "We were walking in the mountains, and suddenly it started to rain, and then we got lost.

Come on, I'll take you to another village, where you can fight **. "The journey was great. We sat in a baker's box full of delicious and steaming vans.

Hungry? The driver asked. We nodded.

Then she brought us a long strip of bread. We're on our way home.

Why don't you have the energy to type it out or post it?

I woke up the next morning from a deep sleep. How tired I am, I haven't realized it yet. I went to the entrance of the cave and looked out." It was still windy, but it was rarely cloudy, and the rain had stopped. I could see the hillside, at our feet.

I woke up when my brother and we collected our stuff and set off down the hill. First of all, it was very difficult to climb down the rocks. There are also thick bushes, which make it difficult for us to cross them.

On the first stage (part of the journey) my brother stopped and took off his bag. He took out a t-shirt and a knife and cut the arm from the t-shirt. "What the hell are you doing?

I looked around and realized it was a good idea. There are mountains around us, and the first mountain looks the same.

We continued down the hill and finally came to a small river through the woods. It was an easy task now along the river through the woods. We walked side by side for maybe about an hour.

We had to go to the farmhouse for a trail, so we decided to follow the school rules. We walked on the road for about twenty minutes and came to a narrow road. We stopped and thought.

Where do we go now? "While we were thinking about it, a small car, a pickup truck) to the corner nearby. We waved and the driver stopped.

Where are you going? ”

We don't know. We are completely lost! We told her we were staying there.

How did you get here? She asked.

We walked in the mountains and after the heavy rain we got lost. "Jump, I'll take you to the next village when you can hit **." ”

The journey was fantastic! We both sat in the baker's van, filled with the most aromatic smell of hot bread. "Hungry? ?Said the driver. We nodded, and she took out the slender bread and handed it to us. We were on our way home.

At the Fuzhou train station, I just got into a taxi. I suddenly noticed that one of my luggage was missing, and at this time I saw a young man in his 30s walking away with my alley, he opened the zipper of the box and took out the valuable things. "Stop, thief, stop!

I shouted as I pushed the car door open and rushed towards the man, followed by my taxi driver and some people passing by. Soon, the thief was surrounded around the corner of the road, and my driver grabbed the thief's neck, took the cash, credit cards, and other things out of the thief's trouser pocket, and put them back in my suitcase.

Half an hour later, the car was driving at full speed on the highway, and I sat in the car and breathed a sigh of relief, but when I took out the stolen things from the trunk to check them, I was stunned, and the cash in front of me was 200 yuan, not the original 100 yuan; And I also found a blood test report from a 58-year-old woman. It dawned on me that the taxi driver must have mistakenly put the thief's belongings in my suitcase. The miserable, helpless expression of the poor lad flashed through my mind, and my heart became heavy.

It's been two years since this happened, but this scene has always been in my mind, sometimes more vivid than real life. Was the young man a repeat offender? Or is he a dutiful son who is willing to take risks in order to have money to save his mother's life?

I feel sorry for him. I wish I had gone back to the young man that summer afternoon, returned the 100 yuan to him, and said sorry to him. For the first time in my life, I realized how close hate and love were.

Last week I played a pullback ball with my cousin Ed, and it was one of the most unexpected and exhausting games I've ever played. When Ed first asked me to fight him, I secretly laughed "I must have won easily". After all, Ed had always thought that exercising wouldn't be more strenuous than forking something into his mouth.

As far as I can remember, Ed was the worst in his family, but he was surprisingly proud of himself. His big belly always bulges like a balloon in the middle of his t-shirt and pants, and his family often jokes about this, but he doesn't go to buy a bigger t-shirt or **. Ed's T-shirt was tucked into his pants when he came to the game, and his stomach barely noticed, which made me speechless, and my cousin must have spent a lot of effort to get back in shape.

Therefore, the match point of the game was not 9:1 I was ahead, but 7:9 Eide, and I was very upset to suddenly realize this.

The next thing we did was playing like two madmen. When the score was above 16, I was very skeptical that I would live to be 21 years old. (I think there is a problem with this sentence, I don't know how to translate it properly) When the game was finally over, we were all lying there, tired and couldn't move.

In a way I felt like we all won: I won the game, Ed earned my respect.

I played Ed against my cousin at a squash game last week. It was one of the most surprising races that I was tired of. When ed and suggested to play ** for us first, I quietly laughed in an easy victory calculation.

After all, Ed's athletic philosophy has never had more energy than lifting the fork to make his mouth. As long as I can remember, Ed's body has always been the most suitable member of the family, wondering how proud I am. His big stomach has been skyrocketing with his t-shirt and trousers.

While there are often jokes about the family, Ed refuses to buy a bigger t-shirt or **. So when Ed for our game came not only with his shirt pants but on his belly and you also had a hard time seeing the gathered bottom, I was surprised that I was speechless. My cousin had to make an effort to get into shaping himself.

So, at the point of our game I had ** the score was Bout I favored 9 to 1 when it was 7-9 and Ed temporarily ahead. The sudden realization is painful. We continue to play like two men crazy.

When the score was 16, I was about 21 years old, living until the serious doubts of life, let alone scoring, a lot of points. When the game was finally over, the two of us were lying flat on our backs, too tired to move. In a way, I think we all won :

My game, but Cousin Ed earned my respect.

A greatest many friends is a sick sentence, brother, you ** looking for ah.

Since I am now sixteen years old, I have many friends. But one of my favorite, the best of all. I know him because I'm a middle school student.

He's a sweet-tempered man, but he looks serious. He sometimes looks very old, sometimes he is young and bright. But he was always smart.

He was glad to have all those who knew him.

He was a learned man. He knows everything. In addition, his memory is very good. He remembers anything in the world. He was also a great teacher. He has taught millions of dollars to young men. Therefore, he is well known.

He was my best teacher, not my best friend. When I started school, he taught me how to read and write. When I was in middle school, he started teaching me English, history, geography, physics, mathematics and chemistry.

My friend is a patient person, indeed. Unlike me, he never taught me to be tired. He was always willing to teach me until I was fully familiar with my lessons.

But there is one thing that you might be surprised to know. Although I stayed with him for a long time. I've never heard his voice.

He's not just my best friend, but many's best friend, including you, of course. I'm sure you also know that he is quite good and that the love for him is great.

Who is this?