When you want to describe doing something takes lots of time, which word below is better? If you want to describe that something takes lots of time (as an adjective), which of phrases below is better? Is there any non-compound word? time-taking time-requesting time-demanding time-requiring time-consuming

When somebody says Chinese learner, what does he/she mean? Is it a learner from China or someone who is learning Chinese?

What is the natural way to express "I understand"? Today I saw an update on Hellotalk, in which a British man wrote that it's correct but not natural to say "I GOT IT" or "GOT IT" to mean they understand, that they don't always say that. What is the natural way to express "I understand"?

Gibt es solche Website? Gibt es Websites, darauf man mit Stichwörter Beispielsätze (deutsche Sätze mit englische oder chinesishe Übesetzungen) suchen kann? Ich möchte Technik der Übersetzung üben.

On Soups Soups are like drugs. You get high after reading them, but soon down as before. They won't help you do anything because they only try to shift your attitudes but never tell you any practical information or the real truth. They spread positive information in the cost of telling lies. Friends, just skip those rubbish on twitter, do some real reading! Get some real knowledge, which will literally help you on your way to success, don't make yourself a nonsense-harvester.

Today's Dairy about a Discussion on a Poem Today I read a poem by a friend of mine, and here's our discussion on his poem: I: I love your sense of rhyme, but I think there's still a lack of something in your poem to strike a chord with readers. He: I don't aim to strike a chord. Those who understand it they know what it is about. And every reader is different. I: I mean something that shows you experienced a lot or you are sophisticated, sagacious and sapient. It's not about you but about your poem. This will let your poem give a feeling of psychological sense of reality. It's just like: "Oh my gosh, I love this poem 'cause I know this feeling" or "It's really wise, it's telling the truth". He: I know what you mean, but I don't write with the aim to please anyone or strike chords with them. I write for myself, and if anyone likes it, then good. If not, their choice. Everyone is free. Both the poet and the reader. I: Maybe you are right. Well I just realized that you were talking about the spirit of being a poet while I was talking about the technique of being a poet. He: Haha, we are talking past each other. This happens, it is an inherent flaw in virtual communication.

A Bizarre Story Heard from My Father No one knows when and where the story happened, the only thing we know is that our major character was a sallow, skinny little boy. His family was not rich so that he was always suffering from hunger and scanty clothes, which made him frequently bullied by other children in the school. There was a long brick wall along one side of the street where he would pass along when he went to school and back home. When he walked along the wall, he would count the bricks by stabbing his middle finger on the bricks. As time went by, his middle finger grew stronger and stronger without awareness, and at last his middle finger was as strong as an iron stick, leaving a row of shallow holes in the wall. And one day, he was once again bullied by a little scum. He was beaten to the ground, blue and black all over. As the bad boy was going to give him another punch, he reached out his middle finger unconsciously, and stabbed the middle finger through his skull, directly into the brain.

A sunny day It's a beautiful, sunny day here, but it's also scorching outside. I don't know if the sunshine is strawberry-scented, if not, why should I walk into the scalding heat out there? I don't want to schlep my heavy legs around the town like a schmuck, I'd rather stay at home.