rodgers white
Senior Member
- Joined
- Jan 17, 2016
- Member Type
- English Teacher
- Native Language
- Chinese
- Home Country
- China
- Current Location
- China
Hi there. Would you please proofread the following text? Any help would be appreciated.
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The rain came, and it stayed the night. It was not heavy rain, but it was constant, and by morning the air was clean, and the fires were out, with just a few dying embers left smouldering. The smell of wet ash was quite strong and would linger on for many days. The Elders organised a group to inspect the valley. Gan was not part of the group because the Elders insisted that he rest and attend to his injured children.
Xiaohua had said, “Gan, I am pretty sure you can do anything you put your mind to, but that doesn’t mean you have to do everything. Yours is a family of heroes, but even heroes have to have a break, if not for themselves, then to allow others the chance to learn and gain experience. You can, however, make suggestions.”
Gan pushed his disappointment aside, and said, “We need to know what it looks like; a verbal description will not be enough. Send some artists, skilled sketchers.” Gan went over to his stack of belongings and returned with a small bundle of his precious engineering paper that he had brought from the ancient city.
“They can use these sheets of paper to make their sketches.” Gan kept a few pages for himself. He wanted to help plan and design the village when it was rebuilt and had already sketched a few ideas before the meteor strike.
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The rain came, and it stayed the night. It was not heavy rain, but it was constant, and by morning the air was clean, and the fires were out, with just a few dying embers left smouldering. The smell of wet ash was quite strong and would linger on for many days. The Elders organised a group to inspect the valley. Gan was not part of the group because the Elders insisted that he rest and attend to his injured children.
Xiaohua had said, “Gan, I am pretty sure you can do anything you put your mind to, but that doesn’t mean you have to do everything. Yours is a family of heroes, but even heroes have to have a break, if not for themselves, then to allow others the chance to learn and gain experience. You can, however, make suggestions.”
Gan pushed his disappointment aside, and said, “We need to know what it looks like; a verbal description will not be enough. Send some artists, skilled sketchers.” Gan went over to his stack of belongings and returned with a small bundle of his precious engineering paper that he had brought from the ancient city.
“They can use these sheets of paper to make their sketches.” Gan kept a few pages for himself. He wanted to help plan and design the village when it was rebuilt and had already sketched a few ideas before the meteor strike.