I have been in University for about one year. During my stay here, I came to realize that university life is like drinking coke. We experience all tastes of life here, sour, sweet, bitter and hot.
I am from Province, which is far away from here. I often miss my Mum, friends, and relatives in my hometown. However, I can't see them very often. So loneliness always keeps me company. I am sad that I can't be there with them.
Lucky for me, life in university is rich and colorful. With more free time,we can do many more things besides study, such as joining
societies clubs, and taking part-time jobs. Such activities not only make our life more colorful, but also help us improve all kinds of skills. The university is a society miniature, what we learn here will benefit our future life.
Our path in life will not always be smooth. Setbacks can't be avoided. Failing an important exam, break up with boy or girl friend, or refused by a promising company, such setbacks are likely to get us down. Sometimes we fell so frustrated that we even burst into tears. Drinkin coke is wonderful, despite the undesirble consequent hiccups. It's bitter, sour and peppery, but also sweet. And you'll even feel excited after gulping down a glass. A college experience is part of growing up. We cry, smile, fall in love, get hurt, leave, learn and then we become a better person.
University life is like drinking coke. I'm experiencing it. And I know, I enjoy it!
我一直在大学呆了一年多。我儿时,我才意识到大学生活就像喝可乐。的生活经历口味、酸、甜、苦、辣。
我从省,离这儿很远。我常常想念妈妈的亲戚、朋友,在我的家乡。然而,我经常见到。那么孤独总是会陪伴我。我很难过,我无法和在一起。 幸运的是,我在大学生活是多彩的。有更多的闲暇,可以做更多的事情除了学习,如加入社团俱乐部,打工。的活动,使的生活多彩,而且还能帮助改进各样的技能。大学是社会,里学到的微缩有利于今后的生活。
的人生之路不会一帆风顺。挫折是无法的。失败的的考试,跟男孩女孩的朋友,或者拒绝由有前途的公司,会让的挫折。有时候,觉得很沮丧,甚至大哭起来。
喝可乐是美妙的,undesirble随之打嗝。这是苦的,酸和暴躁,而且甜。你甚至可以感觉到激动下一杯。全身后,大学的经验是成长的一。哭泣,微笑着,坠入爱河,受伤,离开,学习,然后做的人。
大学生活就像喝可乐。我的感受。我知道,我喜欢它!
It seems that many people today are overweight. No one wants to carry around extra pounds, lout few people know how to slum down effectively. They look for miracle pills and magic cures. In the end, they fail and the pounds come back. But the most effective way of losing weight is actually very simple. It is a combination of a good diet and proper exercise. What makes it work is determination. It requires discipline and commitment to succeed. Here is an example that proves the truth of these words.
My aunt had been trying to lose weight for years. She went on one diet after another, but none of them worked. She lost a lot of weight quickly only to have it come back. Finally, she followed her doctor's advice and began to eat a simple, well-balanced diet. She ate lots of fruits and vegetables and avoided high-fat foods. In addition, she joined an exercise class. She worked out three times a week. At first, my aunt wasn't happy because the weight came off so slowly. But her classmates encouraged her to stick to it and eventually she reached her goal. Best of all, she was able to stay at her ideal weight. That was because she had developed healthy new habits.
现在看来，许多人的体重都过重。没有人愿意随身携带额外的磅，但是很少人知道如何才能有效地瘦下来。他们会去寻找特效药，以及神奇的治疗法。最后，他们失败和英镑回来。但实际上最有效的减肥方法是非常简单的。这是一个良好的饮食和适当的锻炼结合起来。是什么让它工作的决心。它需要纪律和成功的承诺。这里有一个例子证明这句话的真实性。
我阿姨多年来一直试图减肥。她接着一个又一个的饮食，但是他们中没有人工作。她失去了很多体重很快回来。最后，她按照医生的建议，开始吃一个简单的、均衡的饮食。她吃大量的水果和蔬菜，避免高脂肪的食物。此外，她加入了一个健身班。她每周运动三次。起初，我姑姑不开心因为体重掉了这么慢。但是她的'同学们鼓励她坚持下去，最终她达到她的目标。最重要的是，她能够留在她的理想体重。，因为她已经养成健康的新习惯。
My after school life is very rich drawing swimming... Say my favorite is the photography. My home have a digital camera in the school art festival photography contest last year I use it to take photo also won the prize. This year in order to support me to learn photography dad bought a nikon DSLR I feel very fresh suddenly fell in love with photography.
我的课余生活很丰富，画画、游泳……要说我最喜欢的，就是摄影了。原来我家有个数码相机，在去年学校的艺术节摄影比赛中，我用它拍的照片还得了奖。为了支持我学习摄影，今年爸爸买来了尼康单反相机，我觉得新鲜极了，一下子迷上了摄影。
Rest day dad took me to the pictures. I learn the scenery I find a beautiful place with the lens amplification a press the shutter press play button again you can see the photos. I have a look ah using SLR is clear! But when in the movement of objects is blurry. "Why is this?" I asked my father. Father said: "with a pattern of the movement." I quickly transferred to the movement pattern let dad running I put the pictures down so clear! Back home I took photos and appreciate again flattered.
休息天，爸爸带我去小区拍照。我先学拍风景，我找了个漂亮的地方拍，用镜头放大，一按快门，再按播放按钮，就可以看照片了。我一看，呀，用单反拍真清楚!可是在拍运动的物体时却模糊不清。“这是为什么呢?”我问爸爸。爸爸说：“拍运动的要用运动模式。”我赶紧调到运动模式，让爸爸跑步，我把照片拍了下来，真清晰!回到家里，我把照片又欣赏了一遍，心里美滋滋的。
Although I do not understand the many functions of the camera the camera but in his free time photography became my favorite thing to do. Wait until the next photo contest held in school I would seize the wonderful moment captured the beautiful campus dear teacher lovely classmates; Leave the green grass colorful flowers lush branches...
虽然相机的许多功能我还不明白，但是在课余研究相机、摄影成了我最喜欢做的事。等到下次学校举行摄影比赛，我一定会抓住美好的瞬间，拍下那美丽的校园、慈爱的老师、可爱的同学;留下那茵茵的小草、鲜艳的花朵、茂密的树枝……
WE AND OUR YELLOW RIVER: THRIVING TOGETHER
Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. The issue of the Yellow River has become the biggest concern of members of the Chinese peoples Political Consultative Conference. My childhood, in fact, is closely associated with the river. My father is an engineering geologist, and he used to take me with him on his trips to the hydropower stations on the river. I enjoyed those trips, especially the trip to Longyang Xia reservoir. Although ten years have passed since my visit, I can still recall the scenery; I can still recall the water I saw at the reservoir. It was pure, clean and blue, not like the water I saw in the middle reaches of the river, which had turned brown and muddy after passing through the Loess Plateau.
Once during our stay at the power station, we were caught in a thunderstorm. And when rain stopped, I could see trickles of water rolling down mountain slopes and flowing into the reservoir. It carried little mud or sand, because at that time, trees and grass still grew around the reservoir. And they protected the soil. At Longyang Xia I was struck by the beauty of nature, and as a child I wanted to stay there and to grow up with our Yellow River.
Li Bai, the Tang Dynasty poet, said praises to the flowing water in the Yellow River. He saw it as coming down from heaven and nurturing the people along her way to the sea. However, in 1997,for 330days, not a single drop of water from the Yellow River went into the sea. And droughts are not the only punishment by nature. A friend of my father's, a university professor, is doing research on the Yellow River. According to this professor, the Yellow River will soon change its course if we allow this situation to continue. Because there is no longer enough water to carry away the silt and mud in the lower reaches of the river and the riverbed rises higher and higher each year.
We have taken too much from nature, but given back too little in return. And this is the cost of the unbalanced growth. If we had taken care of the vegetation in the upper and middle reaches of the Yellow River, we would still experience the river as Li Bai described it.
While the developed countries are consuming proportionally more natural resources than the rest of the world, they've also taken some good measures in protecting nature. And as a developing country, China can learn from them in this aspect.
Last year, when I was visiting Australia with a group of Chinese students who had won prizes in an English Skills Test, our Australian hosts invited us to join them for a horse-ride in the mountains. After two hours on horseback, we reached a valley, where there was a most beautiful meadow, with flowers in all colors dotted on a huge blanket of green. When I began to praise the beauty of nature, my friends told me that in this valley, there used to be a big mine and the wastewater from the mine turned everything brown. When the mine was abandoned, people made great efforts to restore the green vegetation. They also used the latest biological technology choosing the best grass seeds suitable for the local soil. So the beautiful meadow is a result of commitment, hard work, and new technology.
What happened to this valley in Australia should also happen to our Yellow River and, in fact, it is happening. I have seen farmers planting trees on mountains along the Yellow River. I have seen them climb the mountain tops with seedlings on their shoulders because they had no machinery. I have seen them pour on trees the water they had carried up in buckets from miles down the valley. These farmers are quietly nourishing our Yellow River, just as the river has nourished them.
And these farmers, men and women I don't know, gave me the confidence that we and our Yellow River will grow together, and someday in the future, we will be able to drink the clean water from our Yellow River again, because she is our dearest mother.
Thank you.
Ladies and gentlemen, good morning. My topic today is “The pursuit of happiness” and am I going to start with a definition? NO! That is not how I am going to approach this. After knowing the topic, I can imagine students cutting directly into the definiton of happiness, sharing their little happy stories, setting criteria for happiness and using puns to show what happiness consists of. But that is not where I am going.
To be honest, there is actually not much to talk about happiness and there is no need to hold an open discussion about it, because the sense of happiness is a mere personal and private concept. We define our own happiness. Some people like peace and nature, so they prefer to live tranquilly in the countryside; some people are drawn into arts and literature, so they become wild and let imagination take their wheels; while some others are simply fancy about the betterment of life, in other words, to make big money, so they work their asses off to get to the top of the pyramid, like me. Am I happy? Yes. Are they happy? Of course. People have different beliefs, different targets and they are simply different beings and they deserve the rights to pursue their own happiness.
However, there is a popular set-pattern catching on recently, claiming to be the happiest way of living and it goes like, “Enter a key school! Then a pretigious university! Get a decent job! Large houses! Stunning spouse! Children! And finally rest in peace with four generation crying and remembering you besides your coffin.” And the pattern passes on to the next generation. There are actually a lot more set-patterns and stereotypes in our lives: “Boys go for science; girls are for arts.” “English major? You’ve gotta learn a double degree. Economy will be the best for boys.” “Don’t ever listen to Lady Gaga, that’s for women and gays.” And whenever I want to fight against those stereotypes, the responses will all be like, “That’s how it works in China! Be a man! You are too naive [Sigh], you’ve gotta learn the systems, boy.” The seemingly-established patterns are dangerous. They make us lose our ability to think and analyse, or become too realistic to think: if we make one step out of the set-circle, we will be outcasted and no longer experience happiness. But that is not true. I became an art student in a class of only 5 boys; I broke the first pattern. I didn’t apply for the economy degree, because I hate math; I broke the second pattern. I am sure there will be many more patterns for me to break, but I am not afraid; a little excited actually. If I followed any of those patterns, I swear, I couldn’t be happy like I am now.
I don’t want to live like a bee flying in circles: “Get the honey! Get back to the hive and get ready to die!” No. Even though I can’t make big money in the future, I still want things to be in my way, not from the pattern. I want to live my life, not a life. I can only be happy if I can be true to myself.
Thank you.
get out of "jail"
oh, the joy! the absolute joy! archie couldn’t remember a recent moment when he had felt so happy. if he could sing, he would have sung. if he could dance, he would have danced. if he could have shouted to the world, he would have shouted to the world, “i’m free, i’m free!”
he had been in “jail” for the last week. a mental jail, to be sure, but it still felt like jail. about six weeks ago, he had received his almost annual jury summons. printed on the outside of the white envelope, in bright red letters, was: official jury summons enclosed—registration required within 5 days. a friend of his had been throwing away such summonses for at least 20 years. archie couldn’t do that—he felt that his luck was so bad that if he tried it, his summons would be the one with the concealed microchip that recorded him throwing the envelope in the trash. then he really would be in jail. so, he dutifully filled out the form and waited until his starting date—november 5, a monday. for that week, he would be “on call” for “no more than five days.”
as instructed, he dialed the 800-srv-jury number on the saturday preceding november 5. he tapped in his pin and jury group number. he listened, and sighed with relief; the recording had told him to call again monday after 5 p.m. so, one day out of five was gone!
on monday and tuesday, archie got the same recording. he had now escaped jury duty for three days, monday through wednesday. only two days to go.
wednesday afternoon, his friend gil called, asking archie if he wanted to play golf the next morning. archie said he was on jury duty that week. gil said, “well, no problem! it’s already wednesday. you’ve made it! there’s no way that they’re going to call you to jury duty this late in the week.” archie couldn’t believe that gil had said that. archie knocked several times on his wooden bookcase, saying that he hoped that gil was right.
at 5:05 that evening, still worried that gil had jinxed him, archie dialed the 800 number. sure enough, the recording told him to call back thursday between noon and 12:30, instead of the usual 5 p.m. damn that gil, archie thought.
thursday, he anxiously called at 12:28. the recording told him that his jury service was finished! all he had to do was mail in the affidavit that had come in the white envelope. archie put the affidavit into an envelope, put a 41-cent first class stamp on the envelope, and drove to the post office. whistling as he dropped the envelope into the mailbox, he happily washed his hands once again of the “privilege” of doing jury service.
it is said that the symbol of an excellent university is not mersured byunique architecture but by the number of masters it owns.however,for my part,aharmonious atmosphere is an essential factor:because her reputation is formedboth by knowledge of the masters and creativity of the students.but what iscalled harmony on college campus?
in my opinion,a harmonious campus is firstly an academic campus where thestudents are eager to learn ,the professors are dilligent to do researches andinstruct knowledges.of course,a dense cultural atmosphere can be verybenificial.
secondly,the relationship among teachers and students is harmonious.formerhigh school teachers were tough with us while our college instructors are verybenign and friendly.besides learning from them,we can also consult them aboutdaily trouble and matters we confront.with their help,we open our minds to newappraoches and enlarge our insight.
thirdly,a harmonious relationship among schoolmates can be helpful as well.each student should not only show their individuality but slao display theirunity.for instance,when studying in the library,we'r supposed to keep quiet inorder not to disturb others.when we'r finishd with our meals,we should clean upthe tables. also a close relation amid roomates can make us feel home.esp. inchina ,six or four students come from different parts with different dailyhabits have to share the same dorm.so it is crucial to build a harmoniousdormitory by keeping/setting up the same routine schedual.
lastly,harmonious atmosphere is not something imposed on us but somethingwe need to cultivate,which will definitely bring more vitality to thecampus.
all in all, actions speak louder than words.we must make endeavors torefresh the atmosphere and each positive effort will increase the harmony oncampus.a harmonious campus is a cradle where we become social andknowledgeable.thereby, it is remained for us to create such a harmoniouscampus.thus we can feel warm,inspiring and live merrily in harmony.
Dream is rich and colorful, each people all have own dream, I am no exception, it is like a kaleidoscope, colorful, each gives person's feeling is different, I think every time, if god give me a chance to realize a dream, I will choose to be a fashion designer.
This is a dream, I don't know when existed at the beginning may be a bit confused, will often ask myself, is this what I want. But I saw RaoXueMan in occasional aunt's short story "standing on the roof of the world" that makes me believe, as long as you work hard, who can stand on the roof of the world, look at the brightest star in the sky.
Just like the song "I stood on the roof of the world, with a magnifying glass to see heaven and earth, found that too much magic, go to look for, the fate of the unknown, would rather believe that love will never be eradicated, who can erase the old legend, we hand clenched, courage and confidence, will be able to invincible, eager to each tomorrow never give up, to burn to burn energy, fantasy world, unravel the mystery, the heart never stop, I predict that the next crisis, aren't you afraid of thorns, side by side to create the miracle, in the bottom of my heart, friendship and the stars, no matter how many difficult problem, no matter how many distance, through the heart and you closer to, your dreams will more clearly, I, always believe that love will not become extinct," I firmly believe that this is my dream, I must work hard, this article is dedicated to the men of his own dreams, I hope you don't secretly tears, in the confusion to believe in yourself, believe that as long as you work hard can stand on the roof of the world!