原文
Postcards always spoil my holidays. Last summer, I went to Italy. I visited museums and sat in public gardens. A friendly waiter taught me a few words of Italian. Then he lent me a book. I read a few lines, but I did not understand a word. Every day I thought about postcards. My holidays passed quickly, but I did not send cards to my friends. On the last day I made a big decision. I got up early and bought thirty-sevn cards. I spent the whole day in my room, but I did not write a single card!
译文
明信片的事情一直困扰我的假日。去年夏天，我去意大利，参观博物馆和公园。一个友好的服务员教给我一些简单的意大利语，并且借给了我一本书。我能读一些句子，但是一直不得其解。我每天都在想明信片的事情。我的假日很快就过去，但是我一张明信片都没有寄给我的朋友。在最后一天，我有了一个好主意。那天，我起来很早，买来37张明信片。我窝在房间一整天，但是一张明信片都没有写完。
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