网上英语口语学习,老外都如何用英语夸赞美眉呢？_老外交流常用英语口语
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网上英语口语学习，老外都如何用英语夸赞美眉呢
1、You are a dreamboat.你是位(异性所追求的)理想人选。
dreamboat：这个俚语是用来指代理想目标，理想爱人，(异性所追求的)理想人选。比如：She is the dreamboat in the boy’s heart.她是男生心中追求的理想人选。
2、You are such a dish.你是个绝色美人。
dish 外貌有吸引力的人, 漂亮的人
Mary's new boyfriend is quite a dish, isn't he? 玛丽新交的男朋友挺帅的, 是不是?
3、I only have eyes for you.我只在意你。
have eyes for 对…感兴趣
You would know what you were about of course--but that would not suit me.I have not eyes for such matters.当然，你是知道该干些什么，而我就不行，对这类事情，我没有眼力。
4、I'd do anything to see you crack a smile.登陆网站 参加免费试学www.daodoc.com
为了博得你的一笑，我情愿做任何事。crack a smile 展颜微笑
May，wherever you go，the road widen under your feet, the breeze brush off your garment and the people crack for you a broad smile!
愿您走到哪里，哪里的道路就在您的脚下变宽，哪里的清风都轻轻吹着您的衣衫，哪里的人们都向您露出笑脸!
5、You swept me off my feet.你使我神魂颠倒。off my feet 不能控制自己
I was swept off my feet by her wit and charm.她才貌双全, 我佩服得五体投地.As for Te Durbeyfield，she did not so easily dislodge the incident from her consideration.She had no spirit to dance again for a long time，though she might have had plenty of partners； but ah！they did not speak so nicely as the strange young man had done.It was not till the rays of the sun had absorbed the young stranger's retreating figure on the hill that she shook off her temporary sadne and answered her would-be partner in the affirmative.She remained with her comrades till dusk，and participated with a certain zest in the dancing； though，being heart-whole as yet，she enjoyed treading a measure purely for its own sake； little divining when she saw “the soft torments，the bitter sweets，the pleasing pains，and the agreeable distrees” of those girls who had been wooed and won，what she herself was capable of in that kind.The struggles and wrangles of the lads for her hand in a jig were an amusement to her——no more； and when they became fierce she
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rebuked them.She might have stayed even later，but the incident of her father's odd appearance and manner returned upon the girl's mind to make her anxious，and wondering what had become of him she dropped away from the dancers and bent her steps towards the end of the village at which the parental cottage lay.While yet many score yards off，other rhythmic sounds than those she had quitted became audible to her； sounds that she knew well——so well.They were a regular series of thumpings from the interior of the house，occasioned by the violent rocking of a cradle upon a stone floor，to which movement a feminine voice kept time by singing，in a vigorous gallopade，the favourite ditty of “The Spotted Cow”——
I saw her lie do'——own in yon'——der green gro'——ove；
Come，love！' and I'll tell' you where！'
The cradle-rocking and the song would cease simultaneously for a moment，and an explanation at highest vocal pitch would take the place of the melody.“God ble thy diment eyes！And thy waxen cheeks！And thy cherry mouth！And thy Cubit's thighs！And every bit o' thy bleed body！”
After this invocation the rocking and the singing would recommence，and the “Spotted Cow” proceed as before.So matters stood when Te opened the door，and paused upon the mat within it surveying the scene.The interior，in spite of the melody，struck upon the girl's senses with an unspeakable drearine.From the holiday gaieties of the field——the white gowns，the nosegays，the willow-wands，the whirling movements on the green，the flash of gentle sentiment towards the stranger——to the yellow melancholy of this one-candled spectacle，what a step！Besides the jar of contrast there came to her a chill self-reproach that she had not returned sooner，登陆网站 参加免费试学www.daodoc.com
to help her mother in these domesticities，instead of indulging herself out-of-doors.There stood her mother amid the group of children，as Te had left her，hanging over the Monday washing-tub，which had now，as always，lingered on to the end of the week.Out of that tub had come the day before——Te felt it with a dreadful sting of remorse——the very white frock upon her back which she had so carelely greened about the skirt on the damping gra——which had been wrung up and ironed by her mother's own hands.As usual，Mrs Durbeyfield was balanced on one foot beside the tub，the other being engaged in the aforesaid busine of rocking her youngest child.The cradle-rockers had done hard duty for so many years，under the weight of so many children，on that flagstone floor，that they were worn nearly flat，in consequence of which a huge jerk accompanied each swing of the cot，flinging the baby from side to side like a weaver's shuttle，as Mrs Durbeyfield，excited by her song，trod the rocker with all the spring that was left in her after a long day's seething in the suds.Nick-knock，nick-knock，went the cradle； the candle-flame stretched itself tall，and began jigging up and down； the water dribbled from the matron's elbows，and the song galloped on to the end of the verse，Mrs Durbeyfield regarding her daughter the while.Even now，when burdened with a young family，Joan Durbeyfield was a paionate lover of tune.No ditty floated into Blackmoor Vale from the outer world but Te's mother caught up its notation in a week.There still faintly beamed from the woman's features something of the freshne，and even the prettine，of her youth； rendering it probable that the personal charms which Te could boast of were in main part her mother's gift，and therefore unknightly，unhistorical.“I'll rock the cradle for 'ee，mother，” said the daughter gently.“Or I'll take off my best frock and help you wring up？ I thought you had finished
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long ago.”
Her mother bore Te no ill-will for leaving the housework to her single-handed efforts for so long； indeed，Joan seldom upbraided her thereon at any time，feeling but slightly the lack of Te's aistance whilst her instinctive plan for relieving herself of her labours lay in postponing them.Tonight，however，she was even in a blither mood than usual.There was a dreamine，a pre-occupation，an exaltation，in the maternal look which the girl could not understand.“Well，I'm glad you've come，” her mother said，as soon as the last note had paed out of her，“I want to go and fetch your father； but what's more'n that，I want to tell 'ee what have happened.Y'll be fe enough，my poppet，when th'st know！”（Mrs Durbeyfield habitually spoke the dialect； her daughter，who had paed the Sixth Standard in the National School under a London-trained mistre，spoke two languages： the dialect at home，more or le； ordinary English abroad and to persons of quality.）
“Since I've been away？” Te asked.
