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  • 布雨之龍TheDragonsWhoRained

    2009-01-31

    布雨之龍The Dragons Who Rained  一個英文寫成的中國傳統(tǒng)神話故事,關(guān)于中國四條江的形成?! ong, long ago, rain stopped falling in China. The people prayed for rain to the Jade Emperor, for it was he who looked after everything in heaven, on the land and in the sea, but no matter how much they

  • 經(jīng)典閱讀:最后一課TheLastClass

    2009-01-31

    最后一課 The Last Class  都德的《最后一課》相信大家都在課本上讀過,故事借亞爾薩斯省一個小孩小弗朗士的自述,具體地描寫一所小學(xué)所上的最后一堂法文課。作家回避了普法戰(zhàn)爭的正面戰(zhàn)場,而把筆墨轉(zhuǎn)向一幅極為平常的生活畫面:小學(xué)生遲到,老師講課、提問,習(xí)字,拼音練習(xí),下課……描寫極為冷靜、客觀、樸素,卻極具感

  • 愛的力量

    2009-01-31

    guard came to the prison shoe shop where Jimmy Valentine was working and took him to the prison office. There the warden handed Jimmy his pardon, which had been signed that morning by the governor. He took it quietly; he was too tired to show excitement. He had been in prison nearly ten months and

  • 可樂與微笑ACokeandaSmile

    2009-01-31

      I know now that the man who sat with me on the old wooden stairs that hot summer night over thirty-five years ago was not a tall man. But to a five-year-old, he was a giant. We sat side by side, watching the sun go down behind the old Texaco service station across the busy street. A street that I

  • 名人英語情書選

    2009-01-31

    Lawrence Sterne to Miss L.Yes! I will steal from the world, and not a babbling tongue shall tell where I am. Echo shall not so much as whisper my hiding place. Suffer the imagination to permit it as a little sun-light cottage, on the side of a romantic hill. Dost thou think I will leave love and fri

  • OfStudy(論讀書)

    2009-01-31

    of study (論讀書) STUDIES serve for delight, for ornament, and for ability. Their chief use for delight, is in privateness and retiring; for ornament, is in discourse; and for ability, is in the judgment, and disposition of business. For expert men can exe-cute, and perhaps judge of particulars,

  • 我的野蠻祖母

    2009-01-31

    My grandmother was an iron-willed woman, the feared matriarch of our New York family back in the 1950s.   When I was five years old, she invited some friends and relatives to her Bronx apartment for a party. Among the guests was a neighborhood big shot who was doing well in business. His wife wa

  • Responsibility and Learning

    2009-01-31

    ONE of the wonderful things about being a foreign educator in China, is that Chinese students are so eager to learn from you. They have been trained from an early age to be knowledge sponges, looking to soak up as much new information from their teachers as they can. Secondly, Confucian education de

  • Those who Laugh Last,Laugh Best!

    2009-01-31

    Henry Kendal walked into his house, took off his big coat, and sat down. Then he read the letter again:    I want five hundred pounds, and I'll come to your house to get it. You may have four days to get the money ready. Five hundred pounds is not very much for a rich man like you. "Why must I pay

  • The Art of Living

    2009-01-31

    The art of living is to know when to hold fast and when to let go. For life is a paradox: it enjoins us to cling to its many gifts even while it ordains their eventual relinquishment. The rabbis of old put it this way:" A man comes to this world with his fist clenched, but when he dies, his hand is

  • If It Comes Back

    2009-01-31

    Charles saw them both at the same time: the small white bird floating from among the park trees and the girl wheeling down the walk.1 The bird glided downward and rested in the grass; the girl directed the chair smoothly along the sunlit, shadowy walk.2 Her collapsible3 metal chair might have been m

  • Mr. Good

    2009-01-31

    I could’ve kicked myself for chasing a woman bass player all the way to Cincinnati: a month after I got there, I left her for a twenty-three-year-old grocery clerk. A few weeks later that was over, too, and I didn’t even have money for a bus ticket back to Dallas. I hadn’t been able to find a gig

  • Roses for Rose

    2009-01-31

    Red roses were her favorites, her name was also Rose. And every year her husband sent them, tied with pretty bows. The year he died, the roses were delivered to her door. The card said, "Be my Valentine, "like all the years before.    Each year he sent her roses, and the note would always say, "I

  • Thoughts for a New Year

    2009-01-31

    Most of us look away when we pass strangers. It is the expectional person who stops to help the woman maneuvering her kids and groceries up the staircase. We rarely give up in line or on the subway or bus. Locked into our automobiles, we prefer gridlock to giving way.    These daily encounters, wh

  • I’m Doing Nothing Wrong

    2009-01-31

    My father, Dale, hits on P.J. Harvey at her rock show. Actually, it is a P.J. Harvey lookalike. There are dozens like her, wannabe rock stars wearing ankle boots with pin-sized heels. The others, boys with thrift shop tees over crisp oxfords, men like my dad whom everyone assumes is a roadie because

  • Waiting For the Breeze

    2009-01-31

    No air conditioning? How can you sleep??a friend asks, horrified. I've just revealed that my family has decided to turn the air conditioner off and trim our electric bill.  "Nobody opens a window, day or night," warns another friend, whose windows have been painted shut for a decade. "It's just no

  • Spring Thaw

    2009-01-31

    Every April I am beset by the same concern-that spring might not occur this year. The landscape looks forsaken, with hills, sky and forest forming a single graymeld, like the wash an artist paints on a canvas before the masterwork. My spirits ebb, as they did during an April snowfall when I first ca

  • Those who Laugh Last,Laugh Best!

    2009-01-31

    Henry Kendal walked into his house, took off his big coat, and sat down. Then he read the letter again:    I want five hundred pounds, and I'll come to your house to get it. You may have four days to get the money ready. Five hundred pounds is not very much for a rich man like you. "Why must I pay

  • The Art of Living

    2009-01-31

    The art of living is to know when to hold fast and when to let go. For life is a paradox: it enjoins us to cling to its many gifts even while it ordains their eventual relinquishment. The rabbis of old put it this way:" A man comes to this world with his fist clenched, but when he dies, his hand is

  • If It Comes Back

    2009-01-31

    Charles saw them both at the same time: the small white bird floating from among the park trees and the girl wheeling down the walk.1 The bird glided downward and rested in the grass; the girl directed the chair smoothly along the sunlit, shadowy walk.2 Her collapsible3 metal chair might have been m

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