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11月25日 故乡 故土难离
小的时候在学乡愁的时候，真的是不能理解和明白作者的意图，更不能理解作者
那种感受，太深太深了，现在，有的时候特别的怀念我的第一故乡，也不知道怀
念那里什么，是怀念那里的山还是那里下雨时形成的小溪，还是那里的房子，还
是那里童年时的记忆呢？还是我的想我的纯真岁月呢？
我是一个很长情的人，不能浪费任何的时间在任何自己不喜欢的地点因为那样就会日久
生情舍不得离开那个地方的，所以还是在选择的时候就选择好了！
我家乡的人每天也不知道他们都在干什么呢？他们没有正式的单位也没有什么大的事情
但是，他们从来都不会感觉寂寞的，因为所有的亲亲都住在那个城市里所以就够他们
可以忙的了！
8月15日 招生（播音主持专业－－考前短期培训和寒暑假培训）2008年播音主持专业考前短期培训班招生简章 中国传媒大学播音主持艺术学院是全国培养广播电视播音主持专门人才的最高学府，学院播音系所属播音专业1963年建立，至今已有40多年历史。是国内最早培养播音人才的教学单位。从这里走出了罗京、李瑞英、敬一丹、李咏、康辉、海霞等一大批中央台和地方台知名广播电视播音员和主持人。 北京播艺语言艺术培训中心聘请该院部分老师及中央人民广播电台、中央电视台、中国国际广播电台的播音指导、在职播音员主持人，为学员授课，师资力量雄厚。 为进一步满足高考前播音主持专业学生专业知识的提升以及各级在职播音员主持人和其他相关人员的专业培训需要，我培训中心2008年下半年将对短训班课程做适当调整，2008年“国庆节”举办11天的学习班（自2008年9月27日至10月7日），报名费3100元，包含住宿费及教材费，其中一天带领全部学员去长城游玩，景点门票费用已经包含。 200年寒假举办22天的培训班（自2009年1月5日至1月27日），报名费4800元，包含住宿费及教材费，其中两天带领全部学员去故宫、长城游玩，景点费用已经包含。 新班特点： •课程全面，从入门的发音到广播电视节目播音主持，专业知识全方位。 •理论实践结合，大课学习小课辅导并行，培养和提高学员实践能力。 •解决个人问题，教师针对学员各自问题，有针对性提出解决方法。 •普通话水平测试，（学员根据学习情况可随时去首都师范大学报名参加普通话水平测试，费用自理）。 课程设置： 适合人群： 报名方法： •电话报名，可随时电话报名，预约各期班次。电话：010-65427535张老师，手机13522559449 报到时需提交以下材料： 1、报名表（现场领取） 2、身份证复印件 3、在校学生请携带学生证并交纳复印件。 4、一寸免冠照片两张。 住宿： 1、住宿地点：培训中心统一安排 2、说明：为保证安全，请勿听信学校周边人员宣传，入住无照旅馆。 乘车路线： 1. 北京站乘地铁到建国门站换一线地铁在四惠站换乘八通线列车到传媒大学站下车。
北京播艺语言艺术培训中心 08年8月15日 olympic games beijing 2008 olympic games
so exciting in beijing 2008 olypic games, befor 2008 i had never watch
olympic games sometimes open TV if was games i will watch glance it
but i will care about get how many gladen brand of china that all.
but this times totally different watch so much games like ,football of men
basketbal of wen and women ,diving of men and women,jamnastics of men
and women ,weight lfting of men and women,the name just less ,as cry as
watch ,also i am cry but still so happy and excting in my heart .
maybe this is olympic games charming.
12月9日 *The companionship of Books*  (22) Those pictures of London underground
A man many usually be known by the book
he reads as well as by company he keeps.For
there is a companionship of bbooks as well as
of man.and one should live in the best of
copany whether it of books or of men.
A good book may be among the best of
friends.It is the same today that it always was,
it never change.It is the most patiant and the
cheerful of companions .It does not turn its
back upon us in times of adversity and distress
It always receives us whith the same kindness:
amusing and instructing us in youth.comforting
and consoling us in age.
Man often discover theri affinity to eache other
by the mutual love they have for a book just as
two persons sometimes discover a friend by the
admiration which that a both for third.There is an
old proverb "love me,love my dog" But here is more
wisdom in this"love me, love my book''.The book is
a trure and higher bond of union .Men can think ,feel
and cympathize with each other through their favorite
authour.They live in him together ,and he in them.
A good book is often the best urn of a life enshrining
the best that life could think out:for the world of a
man's life is,for the most part ,but the world of his
thoughts.Thus the best books are treasure of good
word and the golden thoughts ,which,remember and
cherished,become our constant companions and
comforters.
Books possess an esence of immortality.They are
by far the most lasting products of human effort.Temples
and statues are deccay,but the books surive;Time is
of no account of with great thougts ,which are as fresh
today as when the frist passed throught the author's
minds,ages ago.What was then said and thought still
speaks to us as vividly as ever from the printed page.
The only effect of time has been to sift out so bad
products;for nothing a in literature can long survive
but what is really good.
Books introduce us into the best society;they bring
us into the presence of the grestest minds that they
have ever lived.We are what they said and did.we see
them as if they were really alive;we cympathize with
them,enjoy with them,grieve with them;their experience
becomes ours,and we feel as if we were in a measure
actors with them in the sences which they describe.
The great and good do not die ,even in this world.
Embalmed in books,their spirits walk abroad.The book is
a living voice.It is an intellect to which one still listens.
$THE BANK OF CHINA IN LONDON$
12月6日 *No meeting The celebrated* [18]
I have always a wondered at the passion many
people have to meet the celebrated .The prestige you
acquire by being able to tell your friends you know a
famous man proves only you are youselves of small
account,The celebreted develop a tenchique to deal
with the person they come across.The show the world
the mask ,often an impressive one.but take care to
conceal their real selves .They play the part that is
expected from them ,and with practice learn to play
it very well,but you are stupid if you are think the
public performance of their corresponds with the man
within.
I have been attached,deeply attached,to a few
people ;but i have been interested in men in general
not for their won sakes ,but the sake for my work. I
have no,as Kant,enjoind,regared each man as an end
himself.,but as meterial migth be useful to me as writers.
I have been more concerned with the obscure than with
the famous .They are more often themselves.They have
had no need to create a figure to protect themselves
form the world or to impress it.Their idisosyncrasies
have had more chance to develop in the limited circle
of their activity.and sinc they have never been in the
public eye in it has never occurred to them that they
have anything to conceal .They display their oddities.
because it has never struck them that they are odd.
And after all,it is with the common run of man that
we writers have to deal;kings ,dictators, commercal
magnates are from our point of view very unsitisfactory.
To writer about them is venture that has often tempted
writers,but the failure that has attended their efforts
shows that such beings are too exceptional to from a
proper ground for a work of art. They cannot be made
real.The ordinary is the writers richer filed.Its unexpect
-tedness ,its singularity.its infinite variety affrod un-
ending material.The great man is too often of a piece
.it is the litte man that is a bundle of contradictory
elements.He is inexhuastible .You never come to the
end of the surprises he has store for you.For my part
i would much sooner spend a mounth on a desert island
with a veterinary surgeon than with a prime minister.
12月5日 *The love of beauty* [17]
The love of beauty is an essential part of
all healthy human nature.It is moral quality.The
absence of it is not an assured ground of con-
demnation.The presence of it is an invariable
sign of goodness of heart.In proportion to the
degree in which it is felt will probably be the
degree in which will be attained.
Natural beauty is an all-pervading presence
The universe is its temple.It unfolds into the
numberlessness flowers of spring.It waves the
branches of trees and the green of baldes and
grass.It haunts of the paths of the earth and the
sea.It gleams from the hues of the shell and the
percious stone .And only not these minute objects
but the oceans, the mountains ,the clouds,the stars
the rising and the setting sun --- all overflow with
beauty.this beauty is so percious and so congenial
to our tenderest and noblest feelings.that it is
painful to think of multitude of people living in the
midst of it and yet remaining almost of blind to it.
All persons should seek to become acquainted
with the beauty in nature.There is not a worm we
tread upou,nor a leaf that dances merrily as it falls
before the autumn winds,but calls for our study and
admiration.The power to appraciate beauty not
merely moral nature.too.Beauty calms our restless-
ness and dispels our cares.Go into the fileds and
the woods spens a summer day by the sea and
the mountains ,and all you litter perplexitie and
your anxieties will vanish.Listen to sweet music
and you foolsih fears and petty jealousies will
pass away.The beauty of the world helps us
to seek and find the beauty of goodness.
12月4日 *On Motes and Beams* [15]
It is cuirous that our own offenses should seem
to much less heinous than the offenses of others. I
suppose the reason is that we know all the circumstances
that have occasioned them and so manege to excuse
in ourselves what we cannot excuse in others .we
turn our attention away from our own defects,and when
we are forced by untoward events to consider then,
find it easy to condone thenm.For all i know,we are
right to do this.they are part of us and we must accept
the good and bad in ourevlves together.
But when we come to judge others,it is not by
ourevlves as we really are that we judge them,but by
an image that we have formed of ourevlves from which
we have left out everything that offends our vanity or
would discredit us in the eves of the world. Take a trivil
instance;how scornful we are when we catch someone
our telling lie ;but who can say that he has never told
not one, but a hundred?
There is not much to choose between men.They are
all a hotchpotch of greatness or littelness,of virtue and
vice ,of nobility or baesness.some have more strenth
of character ,or more opportunity and so in one direction
or another give their instincts freer play.but potentially
they are the same.For my part,i do not think i am any
better or any wors than most people,but i know if i
set down every action or every though that has cross
my mind ,the world would consider me a moster or
depravity.The knowlege that these reverise are common
to all men should inspire one with tolerance to onself
as well as to others.It is well also if they enable us
to look upon our fellows,even the most eminet and
respectable, with humor ,and if they lead us to our
evlves not too seriously.
12月1日 *Ambition*
ten It is not difficult to imagine a world short of ambition.It would be probably be a kinder of the world .without demands.without abrashions without disappointments.peopel would have time for reflection .such wrok would they did not for themselves but for the collectivity. comptitions would never enter in .conflict would be eliminted.tension become a thing of past.The stress of recreation would be at an end.Art would no long trbuling,a purely celebratory in its functions.Longeivty would be incerased. for fewer people would die of heart attrck or storke caused by tumultuous endeavor.Anxiety would be extinct.Time would strech on and on. and ambiton would long dapated from the human heart. Ah.how unrelievedly boring life would be! There is a strong view holds that success is a myty,and ambition therefore a sham.Dose this means that success does not really exists. That achievement is at bottom empty?that the effort the man and woman are of no siginficant alongside the force of movements and events. Now not all success ,Obivously,is wroth esteeming nor all ambitons worth cultivating.Which are or which are not it is something one soon enough leans to on ones own.but even the most synical secrtely adimt that success is exists:thah achievement counts for a great deal: and that the ture myty is that the actions of man and woman are useless. To believe otherwies is to take on a point of view that is likely to be deranging.It is ,in its impilcations to remove all motives for competence interest in attainment ,and regard for posterity. (my parets) We do not choose to be born ,we do not choose our parets.we do not choose our historical epoch.the country of our birht.or the immediate cisumanstances of our upbringing.We do not.most of us,choose to die,nor do we choose the time and conditions of our to death.But within all this all realm of this chiocelessness,we do choose how we shall live: couragously or cowardice honorable or dishonorable.with purpose or in drift.We decide ,what is important and what is trival in life.we decide,what makes us siginficant is either what we do or what refuse to do.But no matter how different the universe may be to our choices and decisions.these chioes and decisions are ours to make.we decide ,we choose.and we decide and choose,so are our lives formed In the end,forming our own destiny is what ambiton is about. (my parets)
11月26日 I donot know I DONOT KNOW
I really donnot know~
I donnot know what is fashion when i arrived at oxford street and
bond street of london, so many people hithe and thither ,like beijing wang
fujing street or more than here.
I london is riche city ,a lots of richers that had car which car ofthen is
roslaisi or mercedes bends or BMW.and the people so sepcile .
I donnot know why some people who are extremly rich, if want buy someting
that maby $10000,like spend 100RMB . i donot know i should admire them or
should leva them far.
The world always make a mockery with the human, there have lots children
in famnie ,and no money go to school. victims of tortured by opperossers for
hleppless old people . there have lots driver BMW or handbag si LV.
this is different the upper class and the lower class.
~So funny.How a pity ~
the world alway kidding with us.becuse he is seperate poorer and richer .
what i have lived for what i have lived for
Three passions,but overwhelmingly strong,have govment my life:
The longning for love ,the seach for knowlege and unbearable
pity for the suffring of mankind.these passions , like gret wind
blown me hither and thither ,in awayward course . over a deep
ocean of anguish . reching the very verge of despair.
I have sought love ,First because it is brings ecstasy- ecstasy
so great that i would often sacrificeds all the rest my life for a few
hour for this joy.I have sought it,next because is relieves loneliness,
that terrible loneliness in which one shovering consicousness look over
in the rim of the world into the cold unfathomable lifeless abyss.
I have sought it, finall because the union of love i have seen, in a
mystic of miniature ,the prefigering vision of the havens saints and
poets have imagined. This is what i sought,and thought it might see
too good for human life, this is what --at last --i have found.
Whit equal passion i have sought knowledge , I have wished to
understand the hearts of man ,and i wished to know why the stars shine.
and i have tired to apprehend the pythagorean power but which number
holad sway above flux, a of little this,but not much ,i have achived.
Love and konwlege ,so far as they were possible,let uparwed
toward the heaven.But always pity brought me back to earth.eachoes
of cries pian reverberate in my heart . children in famine ,victims tortured
by opperssors. helpless old people a hated bundern to their sons.and
the whole word of loneliness , poverte and pain make a mockery of
what human life shuold be.I long to alleviate the evil.But i cannot ,and i
too suffer.
This has been my life .i have found it worth living, and would
gladly live it again if the chance were offered me.
Relish the moment Tucked away in our subconsciousness is an idllyice vision.We
see ourselves on long trip that spans the contients. We are tvalveing
by train .Out the windows we drink in the passing scene of cars on
that nearly highways. of children waving at an a crossing, of cattle
grazing on a distant hillsiades ,of smoke pouring from power plant. of
row upon row of corn and wheat.of flandlands and vallyes .of montions
and rolling hillsides. of city skylines and villege halls.
But uppermost in our minds is final destination ,On a certioner day
at a certioner hour ,we will put into the sation,Bands will playing
and flags waving.once we get there ,So many wonderful dreams will come
ture ,And pieces of our life fit together like is a compeleted jigsaw puzzle.
How restless we pace the aisles and damning the minutes for loitering ,waiting
waiting waiting for the station.
When we reach the station we cry .when i am 18. When i buy new 450SL
mercher bens .When i put the last kids through the college. When i have paid
off the mortege .When i get a promotion.When i rech the age of retiermant. I shall
live happily ever after.
Sooner or later we must realize there is no station. No one place we can
arrive at once and for all .The ture joy of life is trip the station is only a dream ,
It constantly outdistances us.
It is not burden of today drive man mad. It is regret over yesterday and the
fear of tomorrow ,Regert and fear are tiwns thieves who rob us of today.
So stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles .Instead , climb more
montions ,eat more ice ceam ,go barefoot more often, swim more rivers ,watch
more sunset, laugh more ,cry less. life must lived as go along, the station will come
soon enough.
7月16日 thinking Ｊust my think!
如果我可以不结婚，只是有恋爱那可多好呀！
那些浪漫甜蜜的爱情只能在琼瑶阿姨的小说里才有，现实生活真的是很少，
如果我可以生活在童话里可多好呀，真想去普罗旺丝去看看，去看看那里的
海看看那里的熏依草，
 生活如果可以真的像小说里那样浪漫可多好呀，我已经不在想人在世上
能活多久了，只要生活一天每一天都能很真实的有收获，偶尔能感受一下浪漫的气息就好，因为浪漫好象已经离我很远了．只如果想了就看看琼瑶阿姨的小说比较好了呵呵！
就这样就是比较奢侈的想法了，每个人的想法都不太一样，因为每个人生活的环境和每个人的心境不太一样吧．
结婚生孩子有了家也挺无聊的，还不如好好的谈恋爱呢！最起码还有美好的回忆，不然生活那样的木呐真的无聊
生活的简单就好！
6月30日 我们家小院的％老葡萄藤％
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我们家的小院不足七平方米，但长了一棵比我弟弟年龄还长的葡萄树
很不容易爬墙上来
我们家的葡萄都是我爷爷一手抚养的，爷爷也七十多了，身体还行，但每年还是都能
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