Found 7,045 results for "Xi Zhang"
by Wu Cheng'en, Eleanor Hazard
Amid the Three Islands Sun Wu-k'ung seeks a cure; With sweet dew Kuan-shih-yin revives a tree.
by Thomas Hardy
THIS novel being one wherein the great campaign of the heroine begins after an event in her experience which has usually...
by Lewis Carroll
Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice s...
by Louisa May Alcott
"CHRISTMAS won't be Christmas without any presents," grumbled Jo, lying on the rug.
by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Als ich sechs Jahre alt war, sah ich einmal in einem Buch über den Urwald, das „Erlebte geschichten hieß“, ein prächtige...
by Agatha Christie
MRS. Ferrars died on the night of the 16th-17th September-a Thursday.
by Charles Dickens
IT WAS THE BEST of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the...
by Lewis Carroll
Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice s...
by Kenneth Grahame
The Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring cleaning his little home.
by Agatha Christie
IT was Miss Lemon, Poirot's efficient secretary, who took the telephone call.
by L. Frank Baum
OROTHY lived in the midst of the great Kansas prairies, with Uncle Henry, who was a farmer, and Aunt Em, who was the far...
by Nathaniel Hawthorne
A THRONG of bearded men, in sad-colored garments and gray, steeple-crowned hats, intermixed with women, some wearing hoo...
by 孙武, Stephen F. Kaufman
ACCORDING TO AN OLD STORY, a lord of ancient China once asked his physician, a member of a family of healers, which of t...
by Daniel Defoe, J. J. Grandville
I was born in the year 1632, in the city of York, of a good family, tho' not of that country, my father being a foreigne...
by Carlo Collodi
How it happened that Mr Cherry, the carpenter, found a piece of wood that laughed and cried like a child
by Victor Hugo
Three hundred and forty-eight years, six months, and nineteen days ago, the good people of Paris awoke to the sound of a...
by Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra
Num lugar da Mancha, de cujo nome não quero lembrar-me, não há muito tempo que vivia um fidalgo dos de lança em cabide, ...