前不久,我在翻旧东西时,看到它的一张模糊不清的照片。它已经死了二十五年,它名叫雷克斯。它一只眼睛上有深色斑纹,有时候它看上去像是个小丑,有时候让你联想到一位戴着礼帽、抽着雪茄的政客。不管怎么样,在去完成我和我的哥哥、弟弟给它布置的艰巨任务时,它也从来不失尊严。其中有一项任务,是把一段十英尺的楼梯扶手从后门带进院子。我们会把扶手扔进一条巷子, Not long ago, I saw an ambiguous picture of it while I was overturning. It has been dead for twenty-five years and it’s called Rex. It has dark streaks in one eye, and sometimes it looks like a jester, sometimes reminding you of a politician wearing a top hat and smoking a cigar. In any case, it will never lose its dignity when it comes to accomplishing the arduous task that it has been arranged for me and my brother and brother. One of the tasks is to bring a ten-foot staircase handrail into the yard from the back door. We will throw the armrest into an alley,