请帮我找一篇关于东方神起或super junior的英语短文
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发布时间：2022-04-25 19:54
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时间：2022-06-16 22:58
Super Junior begins with LeeTeuk and ends with KyuHyun, no matter how difficult it will be, we are sure of keeping the promise forever. The unique promise merely belongs to Super Junior and their princess E.L.F. It's not because we are overbearing, on the contrary, we love them beyond others's imagination. Not anybody else, but them have the key leading to our hearts.
I think I know them, all E.L.F know them very much.
He is always saying, I'm not a baother and I'm thankful for your not disliking me. He is LeeTeuk. We all know he is an excellent leader and always think about his younger brothers. Where is LeeTeuk,where is Super Junior.
He is always saying that he is from Mars. He is so beautiful that we're used to calling him princess. He is HeeChul. We'll never forget the long iron nail in his leg after the accident. However, he played a joke on his iron nail as if he was talking about others.
He is a chinese living in Korea. His effort makes him just like a super man. He is HanGeng. He went to the hospital after his arm had broken for two months. Please take care of yourself.
His voice is an art. He is always saying the bad jokes and he is often worried about his moods. He is YeSung. But we know his real name is Kim JongWoon and he is lovely sometims.
He is very strong and he is the family's dad. He is KangIn.
He has said, if it is me who has a bad effect on SJ, I'm willing to quit. He is ShinDong. He is a little fat but he dances very well. If we lost you, would there be SJ?
He is lovely like a rabbit. Pink stands for him. He is SungMin. But we know, being a member of SJ, he tried his best to learn everything until midnight.
He is lovely andy. He is EunHyuk. He is SJ's dancer king.
He owns a handsome face. He quickly grew up after his father went away.He is DongHae. He loves his mother very much.
He smiles like a sunshine. He is SiWon. We know he became a superstar with a lot of difficulties his father was against him at first.
He sings very well. He is often shy.He is RyeoWook. We believe he is the best gift which was sent by God.
He doesn't talk too much. He planes from the far away contient. He is KiBum. We know that his inside is kind, and he just miss his family so much.
He is the youngest in this family. Many E.L.F were against him when he appeared at the first time. He is KyuHyun. By the way, he learns very well.
I like KyuHyun so much. I don't want to talk about the accident on April 19th 2007. But in fact, most E.L.F began to realize that KyuHyun had been into their hearts until that moment. They cried, prayed and hoped to meet him again. They finally accept him.
From then on, SJ became a entirety.
SJ's country shines.
ps，作者不是我
作者：小语
参考资料：小语空间。
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时间：2022-06-16 22:58
Some would call it narcissism, an unfulfillable lust for beauty
locked away behind a wall of glass, fleeing with the ripples on a
watery surface to doubly mock him through the eyes of strangers.
As if Changshik would flatter himself so.
Narcissus drowned himself for love of his reflection, a reflection
with that rare, irreplicable perfection such as Youngwoong Jaejoong
possessed. Had he gazed into the glassy pool and been met instead
with the image of Kim Changshik sneering hopelessly back at him,
surely he would have thrown himself into the icy depths just as
willfully, overcome by misery and shame.
Changshik was sitting beside a hospital bed. He seemed to be doing
that a lot lately. I should just make it a full-time occupation, he
thought. Provided it pays well.
It was not his mother who lay before him in quiet, death-like
stillness this time. Her surgery had been three days ago, and she
was comfortably asleep in the next room, peacefully traversing the
road to a quick and full recovery.
He gazed down at the painfully lovely face, the face of Youngwoong
Jaejoong. No. Kim Jaejoong. To add insult to injury, they even
shared the same last name.
Look at you, Sleeping Beauty. Changshik’s eyes narrowed into hard
slivers of obsidian. Always gotta look the part, even stuck in a
hospital bed with Band-aids plastered all over your face. You’ve
been in one too many photoshoots, Hero, my boy. All those flashing
cameras must have zapped away the common sense that would’ve told
you that you can’t gracefully walk away with two fractured ribs and
a jacked-up leg, no matter how pretty the blood makes you look. And
when the goddamn hospital is right behind you.
“A complete idiot, that’s all you are,” he sing-songed softly, as
much to himself as to the sleeping boy in front of him. He wasn’t
even sure what melody he was following, but he knew that his notes
were off-key. Another humiliating difference between the two of
them.
And who was he to question this guy’s intelligence? At least
Jaejoong spoke with correct grammar and proper syntax. Changshik
wasn’t even sure he could spell “syntax.”
I’ll bet I made a real impression on him, too. “Hi, I’m that sleazy
lowlife you’ve heard so much about from Mangchi hyung. I’m the
reason you got the shit beat out of you as soon as you set foot in
this urban hellhole. Oh, and I crossdress, too.
Not now, he wasn’t. Wearing that God-awful dress -- with a
polka-dotted scarf to mismatch -- once was quite enough. And damned
if those high heels hadn’t been bloody murder on his ankles.
Why was he even in such a lousy mood right now, anyway? So much for
celebrating Mom’s recuperation.
Simple. He was pissed off, and he wasn’t even sure at whom.
At Mina, because she had kissed Jaejoong. At the boss, for wanting
to keep Jaejoong to himself. At Mangchi, for telling him all this
crap that he didn’t need to know, about everything that had happened
since Jaejoong had shown up. Even at U-know Yunho, a celebrity and a
man he had never met.
And at himself, for all his stupid delusions, for being as
completely messed up as he was right now. He hadn’t been at all
affected by the fact that another man had kissed his girlfriend;
he’d just been jealous, sorely jealous of Mina, wished that he had
been in her place. He knew from the way he’d seen the boss look at
him at times that it wasn’t just about the money, that it probably
never had been, and the thought of the eyes of that sick sadistic
bastard following Jaejoong’s every unsure move made his blood go
simultaneously hot and cold, freezing and boiling in his veins as
his fingers clenched and unclenched convulsively. And that U-know
Yunho -- could he be any more obvious? So touchy-feely and
possessive and pretentious that it made Changshik sick. All of those
punks in Dong Bang Shin Ki made him sick. They were way too close to
Jaejoong for his liking.
Changshik almost grinned to himself as he ticked them off on his
fingers. That was quite a list of people. But it didn’t matter; envy
was an equal opportunity hater.
And it all comes down to you. Changshik’s glare was focused again
upon Jaejoong’s serene features. You’re the one who’s pissing me off
the most, and I *ing hate your guts.
Changshik paused. Rolled the words around on his tongue as if they
were a bitterly addictive liquid, or the coppery aftertaste of
blood. Tested them out in a venomous whisper.
“I hate you, Kim Jaejoong.”
Then he leaned over, his upper body curving in a protective,
territorial arch over Jaejoong’s sheet-covered form, and kissed him.
His zealous tongue forced its way between the rose-petal lips and
roughly traced a path of pillaging and plundering over every inner
contour, willing the other to share in the taste of his words … to
find them not bitter, but bittersweet.
Jaejoong’s eyes flew open, Changshik swallowed his awaking gasp with
the smallest amount of satisfaction and drew back quickly.
They stared at each other for some time, two Narcissuses, or perhaps
simply two mirrors with nothing to reflect except for each other.
And there we are again. Changshik smiled inwardly. Three identical
faces confronted him, two of them gazing out from the dark,
bottomless depths of Jaejoong’s eyes. But which one is Jaejoong?
Which one is me? And which one is a deception, a dream image of what
we could be and yet could never be?
Does it even matter?
Jaejoong was still here. He had said nothing. He had done nothing.
Changshik bent forward once more, took a leap of faith, went under
again. Crossed his fingers and prayed that he would be able to come
back up this time.
~End~
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时间：2022-06-16 22:59
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