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  In the period of the cloud, the outbreak of li ‘an was a wild one.

  During the war, the nurse of the state of the state of the country will be a warrior for the army and the people.

  In three years, the king of the destiny of the city of destiny was finally able to win the three years. On that day, the whole town was filled with excitement and joy, and stood on the street to meet the heroes. The green kite sat in the high head, and the people praised it.

  Standing in the middle of the main hall, the green kite was standing in the middle of the hall, kneeling down on one knee, and saying, "I will not defile your life and beat the huns." After the words, the eye, which was slightly lowered, quickly glanced at the bright yellow figure of the dragon chair. Three years… You… Ok? The corners of the mouth make a bitter smile.

  "It is a comfort to love to repel the enemy."

  "The queen has come –" the green kite heard the voice, and looked white… Queen… Be… He’s got the queen… What is she?

  The Kingston, who was walking slowly in her presence, stood beside him: "my concubine, see the emperor." He lifted up the beauty and cared for her. The green kite of the hall, listening to the sound of the voice, was like a knife with a knife and a knife. Oh, what a pain…

  The dignified man way: "love the qing to make a great work, I give the qiongyu liquid a cup."

  She pulled the corner of the mouth: "thank the emperor."

  Hold the glass, oh, this day… Here we go… She looked at the man deeply, as if he had to be etched in his heart, oh, he had been in her heart…

  The more I think about it, the more I feel the bitterness of my heart, the drink of the liquid, the pain, the aching pain…

  She looked at the two well-matched figures, your brother, you said, you want this world, the kite will help you to lay the mountain…

  You say, the border rebellion, the kite helps you recover the traitor…

  The kite is covered with scars and scars. Several times, I almost never get back.

  I have my heart set on you. Hahaha…

  I am the biggest fool in the world! I have been the one for you, and I have not been so happy with you.

  I shed a desolate sand for you, not as much as she laughs and laughs.

  With a bitter smile, close your eyes slowly…

  If I can do it again, I must not love you!


  Ladies and Gentlemen,Good morning!

  I am Oscar, the spokesman of the Students‘ Union. On behalf of the Students‘ Union, the main organizer of today‘s sports meeting, I welcome you all to the beautiful stadium. After two months‘ preparation, our annual sports meeting is held on schedule.

  Thanks to the support and help from our school leaders and teachers. Though they have many school responsibilities, they have taken time off to take part in our sports activities. Let‘s give them a big hand. Through sports, we can not only develop our physical prowess, but also promote social and emotional skills, and even intellectual skills, which will matter in our future lives substantially. So hope everybody here cherish this opportunity and enjoy it.

  At last, best wishes for the success of the sports meeting and best wishes for the good results of our athletes. It is my pleasure to announce the open of the sports meeting. Thank you and good luck!



  Have you ever been at sea in a dense fog when it seemed as if a tangible white darkness shut you in, and the great ship, tense and anxious, groped her way toward the shore? I was like that ship before my education began, only I had no way of knowing how near the harbor was.

  The most important day I remember in all my life is the one on which my teacher, Anne Mansfield Sullivan, came to me. I am filled with wonder when I consider the immeasurable contrast between the two lives which it connects. It was the third of March, 1887, three months before I was seven years old.

  On the afternoon of that exciting day, I guessed vaguely from my mother’s signs and from the hurrying to and fro in the house that something unusual was about to happen, so I went to the door and waited on the steps.

  I felt approaching footsteps. I thought it was my mother and stretched out my hand. Someone took it, and then I was caught up and held close in the arms of the person who had come to reveal all things to me, and, more important than that, to love me.

  The morning after my teacher came she led me into her room and gave me a doll. When I had played with it a little while, Miss Sullivan slowly spelled into my hand the word “d-o-l-l”. I was at once interested in this finger play and tried to imitate it. When I finally succeeded in making the letters correctly I was filled with childish pleasure and pride. Running downstairs to my mother I held up my hand and made the letters for doll. I did not know that I was spelling a word or even that words existed; I simply made my fingers go in monkey-like imitation. In the days that followed I learned to spell in this uncomprehending way many words, among them, “pin”, “hat”, “cup”, and a few verbs like “sit”, “stand” and “walk”, but my teacher had been with me several weeks before I understood that everything has a name.

  One day while I was playing with my new doll, Miss Sullivan gave me my old doll, too. She then spelled “d-o-l-l” and tried to make me understand that “d-o-l-l” applied to both. Earlier in the day, we had a struggle over the two words “m-u-g” is “mug” and “w-a-t-e-r” is “water” , but I persisted in mixing up the two. I became impatient and, seizing the new doll, I dashed it on the floor, breaking it into pieces. I was not sorry after my fit of temper. In the dark, still world, I had no strong sentiment for anything.

  My teacher brought me my hat, and I knew we were going out into the warm sunshine. We walked down the path to the well-house. Someone was drawing water, and my teacher placed my hand under the spout. As the cool stream gushed over one hand, she spelled into the other word water, first slowly, then rapidly. I stood still; my whole attention was fixed upon the movements of her finger. Suddenly I seemed to remember something I had forgotten - a thrill of returning thought – and the mystery of language was revealed to me. I knew then that the “w-a-t-e-r” meant that wonderful cool something that was flowing over my hand. That living word awakened my soul and set it free.

  I left the well-house eager to learn. Everything had a name and each name gave birth to a new thought. As we returned to the house, every object which I touched seemed to be full of life. That was because I saw everything with a strange, new sight that had come to me. On entering the door I remembered the doll I had broken. I felt my way to the fragments and tried in vain to put them together. Then my eyes were filled with tears, for I realized what I had done, and for the first time I felt sorry.

  I learned a lot of new words that day. It would have been difficult to find a happier child than me when I lay in my small bed that night and thought of the joys that day had brought to me, and for the first time I longed for a new day to come.



  The university opening ceremonythe deeply impressing feelings are as much a part of me now as they were a year ago.

  As the day to register and become a freshman in FDU approached,excitementincreased.Beingauniversitystudent meant I was finally coming of age. Soon I would be on my own,making my own decisions and doing what I wanted without someone looking over my shoulder.

  Despite months of anticipation, nothing could have prepared me for the impact of the actual day.Among thousands of new comers sitting on the broad lawn in front of the famous XiangHui Auditorium, listening to the speeches by the principal and student representatives, I felt myself consumed by a rush of both joy and nervousness. What would college be like? Would the other students like me? And what about the workwould I be able to keep up? Being a student in high school seemed to offer little assurance of my being able to survive college, especially in FDU which is abundant of excellent counterparts. Panic set in.It had been nice being respected as a senior by the underclass students for the past year;I didn't quite enjoy the idea of being on the bottom rung of the ladder again.I was not assured whether I wanted to grow up after all.

  As if in a daze, I rose up with my new classmates around to show respect to the school song which was to be performed. As the solemn music flowed, I knew that I was hearing not just a song but the foot step of a brand new life. Exciting as the prospeet of a new life seemed, it wasn't quite easy saying goodbye to the old onethe familiar faces, the familiar routine. I would eyen miss those days when fully engaged in preparing for the college entrance exams though they were so tiring and the long commute between home and school that took me several hours each week. Good or bad, it was that I knew.

  This September, I was one of the volunteers to welcome the new comers and guide them around the campus. I found the familiar mixed feelings shown on their faces. I needn't have worried about if I would like FDU, since my year here has turned out to be one of the best years of my life. Although going back to those days is impossible, it's comforting to know I can revisit my special memories any time.



  The first memory I have of him- of anything, really is his strength. It was in the late afternoon in a house under construction near ours. The unfinished wood floor had large, terrifying holes whose big and opening darkness I knew led to nowhere good. His powerful hands,then age 33, wrapped all the way around my tiny arms, then age 4, and easily swung me up to his shoulders to command all I surveyed.

  The relationship between a son and his father changes over time. It may grow and flourish in mutual maturity. It may sour in hated dependence or independence. With many children living in single-parent homes today, it may not even exist.

  But to a little boy right after World War II, a father seemed a god with strange strengths and strange powers enabling him to do and know things that no mortal could do or know. Amazing things, like putting a bicycle chain back on,just like that. Or building a hamster cage. Or guiding a Jigsaw

  so it forms the letter F: I learned the alphabet that way in those pre-television days.

  There were, of course, rules to learn. First came the handshake. None of those cold little finger grips, but a good firm squeeze accompanied by an equally strong gaze into the other's eyes. "The first thing anyone knows about you is your handshake , 'he would say. And we' d practice it each night on his return from work, the serious toddler in the battered Cleveland Indian's cap running up to the giant father to shake hands again and again until it was firm enough.







  There was once a man that thought he knew everything, and he kept showingoff to the people in his country. As time passed, many people began to feel,that this smart man, could even beat the professor of the king. Now this kingwas very proud, but the professor was not so at all. But the professor said,“Don’t say it too soon;” and from those words, he began to decide which hardquestion to ask the man.

  At last he thought of a funny question, “He shall never find the answer!Ha!” it all happened that the clever man whom I have told you; had a big stage.All the people that have questions, should stand on this stage, and ask him whatthe problem or question is.

  One day the professor piled up in the line, and waited for his turn. Whenit was his turn, he asked the smart man, “I don’t think you could answer thisquestion my lord,” said the professor smiling, “I could answer all of themfoolish professor!” shouted the man with an angry tongue, “Tell me what thequestion is, and I shall prove to you that I can answer every question; if Ican, then I shall ask you a question; if you do not give me the correct answer,then I shall kill you!” shouted the man.

  “But what if you don’t?” asked the professor, “Then you shall stand on thisstage and I shall hire servants to serve you;” said the man with a laugh. Theprofessor then began his question, “What is the first tower in 1910, and 1911;and 1912, and 1913…and 20xx? And what is the height of them? If they all stackup, then how tall would it be?” “Ugh, give me a sec would you mind?” and then hebegan to calculate; but he couldn’t find the answer.” “What’s wrong?” asked theprofessor with a smile, “Couldn’t find the answer, perhaps?” “No, I-I-I-I justne-ed… Ugh, fine; you win! Ugh!” and so the professor soon became king and ruledhis country wise and well. People asked him many other questions, and theprofessor answered them all. The clever man that thought he knew everything,however, was locked up in a cage for his cruelty to the king.

  The moral of this story is, when you think you know everything; don’t thinkso; for maybe a question will ruin your brain----Lulu read.


  The Spring Festival,every family decorated,beaming. This year’s Spring Festival,I had a particularly interesting. Until today,I remember. In the morning,our family made haste. Mother puts up spring couplets on the door. Greets me is “Japan Korea spring resident,and fuyong leave”. Said the family harmony happiness. For me,I have to help my mother to stick “f” word,were posted on the door. Mother hurriedly stop me and said,““ f” word should be negative,is the “f” to the harmonics,blessing to our family. Post during the Spring Festival couplets are festive,type,auspicious meaning.” Once I listen to,hurriedly (“ f “word. Dad are carefully prepared,hang the YiZhanZhan red lanterns. I think:this isn’t red lanterns represents the face of our country in the rapid changing?In the evening,it’s time to eat dinner. Fragrance filled the kitchen;There is big dinner table,make the person saw,mouth water. Table there is a fish,that means more than every year. The guests have arrived,gladly sitting in front of the table,taste with relish the family reunion dinner. Mom and dad smiling greeting the guests. The whole family happy,the house is full of happy atmosphere. After the meal,the grandmother to share out bonus package!Our house has a small agreement,young players have got the certificates,not only has a red envelope,there will be other rewards. This year,I was on the “three good student”. My grandmother gave me a red envelope,also gave me a nice pencil case. Encouraged me to study in the New Year,to the next level. Children received a red envelope,a bright smile on his face. 8 in the evening,our whole family on time opened the TV and watch the Spring Festival gala “. The melodious song,make people intoxicated;The graceful dance,make the person praise;The funny jokes,make people laugh;The wonderful routines,to make people laugh... The intermittent laughter ripples in the living room. This year’s Spring Festival,I had a very meaningful. I hope that next year the Spring Festival,I will live better!