Susie Smith came home from school o

Susie Smith came home from school one day, and had no sooner entered the sitting room than she burst into tears. “What is the matter, my dear child?”said her mother, drawing her daughter to her side and smiling.
“O mother, matter enough,”sobbed Susie. “All our class must bring in compositions to-morrow morning, and I never, never can write one. We must write twelve lines at least, and I have written only a few words after trying nearly all the afternoon. See what work I have made of it!”
Mrs. Smith took the rumpled, tear-stained paper which Susie help in her hand, and glanced at what she had written. In a careful hand she had tried to write upon three themes:“Time,”“Temperance,”and “Industry.”
“Time is short. We should all improve our time.”“Temperance is a very useful thing.”“We should all be industrious if we wish to do anything in the world.”These sentences were all she had written.
“Now,”said Susie, “I can’t think of another word to say upon any of these subjects, and I know I shall have to go to school without a composition, for I won’t be so mean as to copy one from a book, or to ask you or papa to write one for me.”
“That is right, my dear,”said her mother. “You will be far happier with a poor composition, if it is all your own, than with a fine one written by somebody else. But cheer up. You have not begun right—you have been trying to write upon subjects that you know nothing about. Run into the garden and play. I will call you in half an hour.”
“But my composition,”began Susie. “Don’t think about your composition while you are gone,”said Mrs. Smith,“but have as pleasant a time as you can.”

結果 (中文) 1:

Susie Smith came home from school one day, and had no sooner entered the sitting room than she burst into tears. “What is the matter, my dear child?”said her mother, drawing her daughter to her side and smiling. “O mother, matter enough,”sobbed Susie. “All our class must bring in compositions to-morrow morning, and I never, never can write one. We must write twelve lines at least, and I have written only a few words after trying nearly all the afternoon. See what work I have made of it!” Mrs. Smith took the rumpled, tear-stained paper which Susie help in her hand, and glanced at what she had written. In a careful hand she had tried to write upon three themes:“Time,”“Temperance,”and “Industry.” “Time is short. We should all improve our time.”“Temperance is a very useful thing.”“We should all be industrious if we wish to do anything in the world.”These sentences were all she had written. “Now,”said Susie, “I can’t think of another word to say upon any of these subjects, and I know I shall have to go to school without a composition, for I won’t be so mean as to copy one from a book, or to ask you or papa to write one for me.” “That is right, my dear,”said her mother. “You will be far happier with a poor composition, if it is all your own, than with a fine one written by somebody else. But cheer up. You have not begun right—you have been trying to write upon subjects that you know nothing about. Run into the garden and play. I will call you in half an hour.”"但我的作文，"开始苏茜。"不要认为关于你的作文虽然你不在了，"史密斯太太说:"但有一样你可以的那样愉快"。

結果 (中文) 3:

Susie Smith从学校回家一天，和刚进入客厅比她哭了。“什么事，我亲爱的孩子？”她的母亲说，她把女儿拉到她的身边，微笑着。“母亲，物质就够了，”苏茜抽泣着。“我们所有的类必须带组成的明天早晨，我永远，永远都能写。至少我们必须写十二行，我已经写了几句话后，几乎所有的下午。看看我做了什么工作！“史米斯夫人把皱巴巴的，沾满泪痕的纸，苏茜帮助她的手，看了看，她写的是什么。在仔细一方面她曾试图写在三个主题：“时间”“节制”和“产业”。“时间短。我们应该提高我们的时间。”Temperance是一个非常有用的东西。”“我们都应该要做世界上的任何事情是勤奋。”这些句子都是她写的。“现在，”苏茜说，“我不认为一个字，说在任何这些科目，我知道我要去没有组成学校，因为我不想从书上抄一篇，或者要求你和爸爸帮我写的。““那是对的，亲爱的，”她母亲说。“你会更快乐，一个贫穷的组合，如果它是你自己的，比别人写的罚款。但振作起来。你还没有开始对你一直试图写的主题，你不知道什么。跑进花园玩。我半小时后会打电话给你。”“但我的成分，”苏茜开始。“不要想你的作文，你走了，”史米斯太太说，“但你可以愉快的一次。”