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last是什么意思 last的含义

1、意思：

det.最后的;最末的;末尾的;最近的;上一个的;仅剩下的;最终的

adv.最后;最终;终结;最新;最近;上一次

n.最后来的人(或发生的事);仅剩下的部分(或事项)

v.持续;继续;延续;继续存在;持续起作用;持久;(在困境等中)坚持下去;超越(困境等)

n.鞋楦

2、第三人称单数： lasts现在分词： lasting过去式： lasted过去分词： lasted

Last Weekend

last weekend

i had a happy weekend last week.

on saturday morning, i watched tv and helped my mother wash clothes. in the afternoon, i cleaned three bedrooms in my house-- mine, my parents’ and my brother’s.

on sunday, i played football in the park. then i went to my grandparents’ house. grandpa played the piano! the whole family was so happy. later, we wanted to swim. but it was too cold.

this was last weekend.

The Last Stop

afternoon was mrs. conroy's favorite time of day. after a hard day at work, her eyes were tired and her feet hurt. she enjoyed the nice long nap she took on the bus. mrs. conroy had made friends with the bus driver, mr. angstrom. he always woke her up before her stop. she usually felt fresh as a daisy（精神饱满的） when she got off the bus.

but today was different. mr. angstrom wasn't driving. a small man in a wrinkled uniform sat in the driver's seat.

"where's mr. angstrom?" asked mrs. conroy, dropping her money into the box."i don't know. sick, i guess. i just work here, lady. step to the rear."mrs. conroy hoped that mr. angstrom was all right. she didn't like this new driver. she decided1 not to sleep on the way home today. she didn't want to ask this driver to wake her. he didn't look like the type who'd want to do anyone a favor.

mrs. conroy looked out the window. it was a warm afternoon. though she tried to keep her eyes open, the gentle rocking of the bus had a lulling2 effect. within a few minutes her eyes closed. her head dropped to her shoulders. in spite of herself, mrs. conroy fell fast asleep.

the next thing mrs. conroy knew, a hand was on her shoulder. someone was shaking her awake.

"wake up, lady. we've come to the end of the line. wake up."

mrs. conroy blinked and opened her eyes. the bus driver looked down at her. "i said, this is the end of the line, lady. time to get off the bus."

mrs. conroy peered out the window. "where am i?" she asked. "i was supposed to get off at essex avenue."

"you're at the last stop, lady. come on, get off the bus. i have a schedule to keep to."

mrs. conroy was having trouble waking up. she staggered to her feet.the bus driver took her arm and helped her down the aisle3. as she stepped off the bus, she felt a sense of panic. "wait a minute," she said in a shrill4 voice. "this isn't essex avenue. where am i? how can i get home?"

"cool off, lady. i told you, you're at the end of the line. we all make it here sooner or later."

"but why can't i ride back with you?" she pleaded. "i have the fare!"

"sorry, lady," he said as he closed the door. "it's against the rules."

mrs. conroy watched the bus disappear down the road. she looked around and tried to figure out what part of the city she was in. suddenly the sun seemed awfully5 bright.

mrs. conroy squinted6（斜视）. she didn't recognize this place. there were no trees around, no street signs, and no people. the city seemed to have ended miles back. she couldn't get her bearings. there was nothing to see in any direction. nothing at all. mrs. conroy wondered if she were still dreaming.

"are you ready, madam?"

the voice came from behind her. mrs. conroy whirled around, her heart beating rapidly.

"who? what? are you speaking to me?"

a tall, handsome man in a blue pin-striped suit stepped forward. his suit reminded her of the one that her boss, mr. burton, always wore. what was a businessman doing so far out here in the country?

the man smiled. "yes, mrs. conroy. i've come to meet you. it's time to go now."

"go where? what are you talking about? and how do you know my name?"

the man in the blue suit smiled.

"i know it must be very confusing, mrs. conroy. most people seem to feel that way at first. but as we go along, everything will become quite clear." he took her by the arm. "it's all right," he said kindly7. "just come with me."

"no! i'm not going anywhere with you. why should i? i don't even know who you are," mrs. conroy said. she pulled away from the man and stepped back.

the man smiled gently. "i'm only an assistant, mrs. conroy," he said.

"well, mr. assistant, there must be some mistake. i just fell asleep and stayed on the bus too long. then the driver made me get off. he wouldn't take me back with him! he talked some nonsense about rules. i'm going to call the company and report him!"

"he was just doing his job, mrs. conroy," the man said patiently.

"but he left me out here alone," mrs. conroy said. "now it's getting late. i have to get home and fix dinner. what kind of bus driver refuses to take passengers?"

the man in the blue suit stepped toward mrs. conroy and took her arm again. this time she didn't resist. he patted her hand and smiled down at her. "you'll have to forgive the driver for being rude, mrs. conroy. he's new at the job. but he was only following orders. you see, mrs. conroy, this is the end of the line. you don't have to worry about getting home and fixing dinner. our passengers only go one way."

The Last Tape

the bustle1 of the hospital was a welcome distraction2 as i opened my new patient's chart and headed for her room. my son, eric, had just brought home a disappointing report card, and my daughter, shannon, and i had argued again about her getting a driver's license3. for the next eight hours i wanted to throw myself into helping4 people who i knew had much more to worry about than i did.

rebekah was only 32, admitted for chemotherapy（化学疗法） after breast-cancer surgery, when i entered her room it took me a moment to spot her amid the bouncing forms of three giggling5 little girls.

i told rebekah i would be her nurse and she introduced her husband, warren; six-year-old ruthie; four-year-old hannah; and two-year-old molly. warren coaxed6 the girls away from their mother with a promise of ice cream and assured rebekah they would return the next day.

as i rubbed（擦） alcohol on her arm to prepare it for the intravenous line, rebekah laughed nervously7. "i have to tell you i'm terrified of needles." "it'll be over before you know it," i said. "i'll give you a count of three."

rebekah shut her eyes tightly and murmured a prayer until it was over. then she smiled and squeezed my hand. "before you go, could you get my bible from the table?" i handed her the worn book. "do you have a favorite bible verse?" she asked. "jesus wept. john 11: 35." "such a sad one," she said. "why?"

"it makes me feel closer to jesus, knowing he also experienced human sorrow."

rebekah nodded thoughtfully and started flipping8 through her bible as i shut the door quietly behind me.

during the following months i watched rebekah struggle with the ravages9 of chemotherapy. her hospital stays became frequent and she worried about her children. meanwhile i continued to contend with raising my own kids. they always seemed either out or holed up in their rooms. i missed the days when they were as attached to me as rebekah's little girls were to her.

one day when i entered her room, i found her talking into a tape recorder. she picked up a yellow legal pad and held it out to me. "i'm making a tape for my daughters, " she said.

i read the list on her pad: starting school, confirmation10, turning 16, first date, graduation. while i worried how to help her deal with death, she was planning for her children's future.

i often wondered what i would say in her place. my kids joked that i was like an fbi agent, with my constant questions about where they'd been and who they'd been with. where, i thought, are my words of encouragement and love?

for a time it had seemed rebekah's chemotherapy was working. then doctors discovered another malignant11（恶性的） lump. two months later, a chest x-ray revealed the cancer had spread to her lungs. it was terminal. help me to help her through this, i prayed.

she usually waited until the early hours of the morning to record the tapes so she could be free from interruptions. she filled them with family stories and advice，trying to cram12 a lifetime of love into a few precious hours. finally, every item in her notes had been checked off and she entrusted13 the tapes to her husband.

it was three o'clock one afternoon when i got an urgent call from the hospital. rebekah wanted me to come immediately with a blank tape. what topic has she forgotten? i wondered.

she was flushed and breathing hard when i entered her room. i slipped the tape into the recorder and held the microphone to her lips. "ruthie, hannah, molly?this is the most important tape." she held my hand and closed her eyes. "someday your daddy will bring home a new mommy. please make her feel special. show her how to take care of you. ruthie, honey, help her get your brownie uniform ready each tuesday. hannah, tell her you don't want meat sauce on your spaghetti（意大利式细面条）. she won't know you like it separate. molly, don't get mad if there's no apple juice. drink something else. it's okay to be sad, sweeties. jesus cried too. he knows about sadness and will help you to be happy again. remember, i'll always love you.

i shut off the recorder and rebekah sighed deeply. "thank you, nan," she said with a weak smile. "you'll give this one to them, won't you?" she murmured as she slid into sleep.

a time would come when the tape would be played for rebekah's children, but right then, after i smoothed rebekah's blanket, i got in my car and hurried home. i thought of how my shannon also liked her sauce on the side and suddenly that quirk14, which had annoyed me so many times, seemed to make her so much more precious. that night the kids didn't go out; they sat with me long after the spaghetti sauce had dried onto the dishes. and we talked, without interrogations（审问）, without complaints, late into the night.

The Last Straw

it was another long, winter afternoon with everyone stuck in the house and the four mcdonald children were at it again -- bickering1, teasing, fighting over their toys. at times like these, mother was almost ready to believe that her children didn’t love each other, though she knew that wasn’t really true. all brothers and sisters fight, of course, but lately her little lively bunch had been particularly horrible to each other, especially eric and kelly, who were just a year apart. they seemed determined2 to spend the whole winter making each other miserable3.

“gimme that. it’s mine!”

“is not, fatso! i had it first!”

mother sighed as she listened to the latest argument coming from the living room. with christmas only a month away, the mcdonald house seemed sadly lacking in christmas spirit. this was supposed to be the season of sharing and love, of warm feelings and happy hearts. a home needed more than just pretty packages or twinkling lights on the tree to fill it with the christmas spirit. but how could any mother convince her children that being kind to each other was the most important way top get ready for christmas.

mother had only one idea. years ago her grandmother had told her about an old christmas custom that helped people discover the real meaning of christmas. perhaps it would work for her family. it was worth a try. mother gathered her four little rascals4 together and sat them down on the stairs, smallest to tallest -- mike, randi, kelly and eric.

“how would you kids like to start a new christmas project this year?” she asked. “it’s like a game, but it can only be played by people who can keep a secret. can everyone here do that?”

“i can!” shouted eric, wildly waving his arm in the air.

“i can keep a secret better than he can,” yelled kelly, jumping up and waving her arm in the air, too. if this was a contest, she wanted to make sure she beat eric.

“i can do it!” chimed in randi, not quite sure what was happening but not wanting to be left out.

“me too, me too, me too,” squealed5 little mike, bouncing up and down.

“well then here’s how the game works,” mother explained. “this year we’re going to surprise baby jesus when he comes on christmas eve by making him the softest bed in the world. we’re going to build a little crib for him to sleep in right here in our house, and we’ll fill it with straw to make it comfortable. but here’s the catch: each piece of straw we put in the manger will represent one kind thing we do for someone between now and christmas. the more kind things we do, the more straw there will be for baby jesus. the secret part is -- we can’t tell anyone what good things we’re doing and who we’re doing them for.”

the children looked confused. “how will baby jesus know it’s his bed?” asked kelly.

“he’ll know,” said mother. “he’ll recognize it by the love we’ve put into the crib, by how soft it is.”

“but who will we do the kind things for?” asked eric.

“it’s simple,” said mother. “we’ll do them for each other. once every week between now and christmas, we’ll put all of our names in this hat, mine and daddy’s too. then we’ll each draw a name and do kind things for that person for a whole week. but here’s the hard part. we can’t tell anyone whose name we’ve drawn6 for that week, and we’ll each try to do as many favors as we can for our special person without getting caught. and for every secret good thing we do, we’ll put another piece of straw in the crib.”

“but what if i pick someone i don’t like?” frowned kelly.

mother thought about that for a minute. “maybe you could use extra fat straws for the good things you do for that person, because they might be harder to do. but just think how much faster the fat straws will fill up our crib. then on christmas eve we’ll put baby jesus in his little bed, and he’ll sleep that night on a mattress7 made of love. i think he’d like that, don’t you?”

“now, who will build the crib for us?” she asked.

since eric was the oldest, and the only one of the children allowed to use tools, he marched off to the basement to give it a try. for the next couple of hours loud banging and sawing noises came from the basement. then for a long time there were no noises at all. finally eric climbed back up the stairs with the manger in his arms. “here it is,” he grinned. “the best crib in the world! and i did it all myself.”

for once, everyone agreed: the little manger was the best crib in the world. one leg was an inch too short, of course, and the crib rocked a bit. but it had been built with love -- and about a hundred bent8 nails -- and it would certainly last a long time.

“now we need some straw,” said mother, and together they headed out to the car to go searching for some in the nearby fields. surprisingly, no one fought over who was going to sit in the front seat that day as they drove around the countryside, looking for an empty field. at last they spotted9 a small vacant patch of land that had been covered with tall grass in summer. now, in mid-december, the grass had dried down to yellow stalks that looked just like real straw.

mother stopped the car and the kids scrambled10 out to pick handfuls of the long grass.

“that’s enough!” mother finally laughed, when she saw that the cardboard box in the trunk was almost overflowing11. “remember, it’s only a small crib.” so home they went, where they spread the straw carefully on a tray mother had put on the kitchen table. the empty manger was placed gently on top, and the straw hid its one short leg.

“when can we pick names!” shouted the children.

“as soon as daddy comes home for dinner,” mother answered.

at the supper table that night, the six names were written on separate pieces of paper, folded up and shuffled12 around in an old baseball hat. then the drawing began.

kelly picked first and immediately started to giggle13. randi reached into the hat next. daddy glanced at his scrap14 of paper and smiled quietly behind his hand. mother picked out a name, but her face never gave away a clue. next, little mike reached into the hat, but since he couldn’t read yet, daddy had to whisper in his ear and tell him which name he had picked. eric was the last to choose, and as he unfolded his piece of paper a frown crossed his face. but he stuffed the name in his pocket and said nothing. the family was ready to begin.

the week that followed was filled with surprises. it seemed the mcdonald house had suddenly been invaded by an army of invisible elves, and good things were happening everywhere. kelly would walk into her room at bedtime and find her little blue nightgown neatly15 laid out and her bed turned down. someone cleaned up the sawdust under the workbench without being asked. the jelly blobs disappeared magically from the kitchen counter after lunch one day while mother was getting the mail. and every morning, while eric was brushing his teeth, someone crept quietly into his room and made his bed. it wasn’t made perfectly16, but it was made.

“where are my shoes?” asked daddy one morning. no one seemed to know, but before he left for work, they were back in the closet, all shined up.

mother noticed other changes during that week, too. the children weren’t teasing or fighting as much. an argument would start and then suddenly stop for no good reason. even eric and kelly seemed to be getting along better. in fact, all the children wore secret smiles and giggled17 to themselves at times.

by sunday, everyone was anxious to pick new names again, and this time there was even more laughter and merriment during the picking process, except for eric. once again he unfolded his paper, looked at it, and stuffed it in his pocket without a word. mother noticed, but said nothing.

the second week of the game brought more amazing events. the garbage was taken out without anyone being asked. someone even did two of kelly’s hard math problems one night when she left her homework out on the table.

the little pile of straw grew higher and softer. with only two weeks left until christmas, the children wondered if their homemade bed would be comfortable enough for baby jesus.

“who will be baby jesus anyway?” randi asked on the third sunday night after they had all picked new names.

“perhaps we can use one of the dolls,” said mother. “why don’t you and mike be in charge of picking out the right one?”

the two younger children ran off to gather up their favorite dolls, but everyone else wanted to help pick baby jesus, too. little mike dragged his bozo the clown rag doll from his room and proudly handed it over, sniffling later when everyone laughed. soon eric’s well-hugged teddy bear, bruffles, joined the dolls filling up the couch. barbie and ken18 were there, along with kermit the frog, stuffed dogs and lambs, and even a cuddly19 monkey that grandma and grandpa had sent mike one year. but none of them seemed quite right.

only an old baby doll, who had been loved almost to pieces, looked like a possibility for their baby jesus. “chatty baby,” she had once been called, before she stopped chatting forever after too many baths.

“she looks so funny now,” said randi, and it was true. once while playing beauty shop, kelly had cut her own blonde hair along with chatty baby’s, giving them both a raggedy crew cut. kelly’s hair had eventually grown back, but chatty baby’s never had. now the wisps of blonde hair that stuck out all over the dolls head made her look a little lost and forgotten. but her eyes were still bright blue and she still had a smile on her face, even though her face was smudged here and there by the touch of many chubby20 little fingers.

“i think she’s perfect,” said mother. “baby jesus probably didn’t have much hair when he was born either, and i bet he’d like to be represented by a doll who’s had so many hugs.”

so the decision was made and the children began to make a new outfit21 for their baby jesus -- a little leather vest out of some scraps22 and some cloth diapers. best of all, baby jesus fit perfectly into the little crib, but since it wasn’t quite time for him to sleep there yet, he was laid carefully on a shelf in the hall closet to wait for christmas eve.

meanwhile, the pile of straw grew and grew. every day brought new and different surprises as the secret elves stepped up their activity. the mcdonald home was finally filled with christmas spirit. only eric had been unusually quiet since the third week of name picking.

the final night of name picking was also the night before christmas eve. as the family sat around the table waiting for the last set of names to be put in the hat, mother said, “you’ve all done a wonderful job. there must be hundreds of straws in our crib -- maybe a thousand. you should be so pleased with the bed you’ve made. but remember, there’s still one whole day left. we all have time to do a little more to make the bed even softer before tomorrow night. let’s try.”

for the last time, the hat was passed around the table. little mike pulled out a name, and daddy whispered it to him, just as he had done every week. randi unfolded hers carefully under the table, peeked23 at it and hunched24 up her shoulders, smiling. kelly reached into the hat and giggled happily when she saw the name. mother and daddy each took their turns, too, and then handed the hat with the last name to eric. but as he unfolded the small scrap of paper and read it, his face pinched up and he suddenly seemed about to cry. without a word, he ran from the room.

everyone immediately jumped up from the table, but mother stopped them. “no, stay where you are,” she said. “let me talk to him alone first.”

just as she reached the top of the stairs, eric’s door banged open. he was trying to pull his coat on with one hand while he carried a small suitcase with the other hand.

“i have to leave,” he said quietly, through his tears. “if i don’t, i’ll spoil christmas for everyone!”

“but why? and where are you going?” asked mother.

“i can sleep in my snow fort for a couple of days. i’ll come home right after christmas. i promise.”

mother started to say something about freezing and snow and no mittens25 or boots, but daddy, who was now standing26 just behind her, put his hand on her arm and shook his head. the front door closed, and together they watched from the window as the little figure with the sadly slumped27 shoulders and no hat trudged28 across the street and sat down on a snowbank near the corner. it was very dark outside, and cold, and a few snow flurries drifted down on the small boy and his suitcase.

“but he’ll freeze!” said mother.

“give him a few minutes alone,” said dad quietly. “then you can talk to him.”

the huddled29 figure was already dusted with white when mother walked across the street 10 minutes later and sat down beside him on the snowbank.

“what is it, eric? you’ve been so good these last few weeks, but i know something’s been bothering you since we first started the crib. can you tell me, honey?”

“aw, mom, don’t you see?” he sniffed30. “i tried so hard, but i can’t do it anymore, and now i’m going to wreck31 christmas for everyone.” with that he burst into sobs32 and threw himself into his mother’s arms.

“but i don’t understand,” mother said, brushing the tears from his face. “what can’t you do? and how could you possibly spoil christmas for us?”

“mom,” the little boy said through his tears, “you just don’t understand. i got kelly’s name all four weeks! and i hate kelly! i can’t do one more nice thing for her or i’ll die! i tried, mom. i really did. i sneaked33 in her room every night and fixed34 her bed. i even laid out her crummy nightgown. i emptied her wastebasket, and i did some homework for her one night when she was going to the bathroom. mom, i even let her use my race car one day, but she smashed it right into the wall like always!”

“i tried to be nice to her, mom. even when she called me a stupid dummy35 because the crib leg was short, i didn’t hit her. and every week, when we picked new names, i thought it would be over. but tonight, when i got her name again, i knew i couldn’t do one more nice thing for her, mom. i just can’t! and tomorrow’s christmas eve. i’ll spoil christmas for everybody just when we’re ready to put baby jesus in the crib. don’t you see why i had to leave?”

they sat together quietly for a few minutes, mother’s arm around the small boy’s shoulders. only an occasional sniffle and hiccup36 broke the silence on the snowbank.

finally mother began to speak softly, “eric, i am so proud of you. every good thing you did should count as double because it was especially hard for you to be nice to kelly for so long. but you did all those nice things anyway, one straw at a time. you gave your love when it wasn’t easy to give. maybe that’s what the spirit of christmas is really all about. if it’s too easy to give, maybe we’re not really giving much of ourselves after all. the straws you added were probable the most important ones, and you should be proud of yourself.”

“now, how would you like a chance to earn a few easy straws like the rest of us? i still have the name i picked tonight in my pocket, and i haven’t looked at it yet. why don’t we switch, just for the last day? it will be our secret.”

“that’s not cheating?”

“it’s not cheating,” mother smiled.

together they dried the tears, brushed off the snow and walked back to the house.

the next day the whole family was busy cooking and straightening up the house for christmas day, wrapping last-minute presents and trying hard not to burst with excitement. but even with all the activity and eagerness, a flurry of new straws piled up in the crib, and by nightfall it was overflowing. at different times while passing by, each member of the family, big and small, would pause and look at the wonderful pile for a moment, then smile before going on. it was almost time for the tiny crib to be used. but was it soft enough? one straw might still make a difference.

for that very reason, just before bedtime, mother tip-toed quietly to kelly’s room to lay out the little blue nightgown and turn down the bed. but she stopped in the doorway37, surprised. someone had already been there. the nightgown was laid neatly across the bed and a small red race car rested next to it on the pillow.

the last straw was eric’s after all.

Last weekend_250字

i have a busy weekend,but i was happt.on saturday morning,i visited to the fire station and learned how to call fire station.on saturday afternoon i went fishing with my grandfather.my grandfather got many fish.on sunday morning.i drew some beautiful prctures.on sunday afternoon i had danceing class.it was exciting weekend!