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  • 2019 Beijing World Horticulture Exposition

    2019 Beijing World Horticulture Exposition(The World Horticulture Exposition under the foot of the Great Wall)Topic:Green lifeBeautiful HomelandThe topic of 2019 Beijing World Horticulture Exposition is: “Green life, beautiful homeland”.“Green life” refers to a kind of life idea which leads people respect nature, protect nature,  blend in nature, and establish the green, low-carbon and environmental life idea.“Beautiful homeland”is that we should practice the scientific outlook on development in all aspects, build the resource saving and environment-friendly society, and promote the development of the world horticultural career, and build a colorful homeland together.The idea of 2019 Beijing World Horticulture Exposition     Make the horticulture blend in natureMake the nature move heartThe idea of 2019 world horticulture exposition is: “Make the horticulture blend in nature, and make the nature move heart”.The aim of 2019 Beijing World Horticulture Exposition The new realm of world horticulture    The new model of ecological civilizationThe aim of 2019 world horticulture exposition is: “the new realm of world horticulture, and the new model of ecological civilization”.The Chinese characters: The 2019 Beijing World Horticulture Exposition will try hard to make the long-standing and well-established Chinese civilization, the great and profound Chinese culture internalize into the integrated projection, park construction, horticulture show, activity planning, and the comprehensive service of the world horticulture exposition, spread and develop Chinese horticulture culture actively. In this way, can the world perceive the China, and China also can blend into the world. On the other hand, this activity also can promote the process from the big producer of world horticulture to the powerful industry nation of world horticulture, and make the contribution to the development of world horticulture project. The Beijing Brand: The aim of 2019 Beijing World Horticulture Exposition is to build a first-class, living city, create a big park which is “the horticulture blending into nature, the nature moving the heart, harmonious existing of human being and nature”, and host a horticulture event which gathers the horticulture, technology, culture, and tourism, and shine upon each other with the Badaling Great Wall.Culture Feast: The 2019 World Horticulture Exposition will converge no less than 100 official participants from different countries and international organizations to visit this exposition, and no less than 100 non-official participants  from different Chinese provinces, autonomous regions, municipalities directly under the central government, and attract no less than 1.6 million participants. This horticulture exposition can deepen the exchange with different country, promote the win-win development, make the green become the main theme of life, and make the horticulture become the new carrier of creativity, and create a culture feast of “the new realm of world horticulture, the new model of ecological civilization”.The date of opening ceremony: April 29, 2019The date of closing ceremony: October 7, 2019Chinese top 10 flowers: OrchidchrysanthemumPulm blossomPeony LotusCamelliaChinese herbaceous peonyViburnum macrocephalumHosta plantagineaTulipIrisChinese rose

  • Some classical sentences from some novels

    Some classical sentences from some novelsI exist because you need me.                                                                                                                   The FerrymanTomorrow is another day!                                                                                                                          Gone with the WindNever frown, even when you are sad, because you never know who is falling in love with your smile.     Gone with the WindFor you, a thousand times over!                                                                          The Kite Runner“when you kill a man, you steal a life, “Baba said. “You steal his wife’s right to a husband, rob his children of a father. When you tell a lie, you steal someone’s right to the truth. When you cheat, you steal the right to fairness.”                   The Kite RunnerMarried life is happiness, completely is a chance to question.                                                                       Pride and PrejudiceIt is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.  Pride and PrejudiceYou know some birds are not meant to be caged, their feathers are just too bright.                                     Jane EyreDo you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong!- I have as much soul as you- and full as much heart!                                                        Jane Eyre

  • The dark horse, who married to his teacher, 24 years old than he, and has won the first round of French election, shocked the whole Europe

    Centrist candidate and former minister of economy Emmanuel Macron and far-right candidate Marine Le Pen on Sunday came out on top in the first round of the French presidential election, according to projections by polling agencies and official partial results. The first round result is an epochal political upheaval for France. For the first time in the nearly 60-year history of the Fifth Republic, neither of the candidates of the established parties of left and right will be in the run off.  Emmanuel Macron won the presidential election’s first round at the weekend At 39, Emmanuel Macron has a real chance of becoming France's youngest-ever president. He is not an MP and has never stood for election before, but his political rise has been meteoric. A former investment banker, Macron worked as economic adviser to President François Hollande - a Socialist - before taking up the post of economy minister in 2014. Bridget(left)and her daughterThe Childhood of MacronBut politics wasn’t always Emmanuel’s Macron’s ambition. At school in Amiens, he wanted to be a novelist.He had a reputation as a brilliant, precocious boy, remembers Antoine Marguet, his class-mate from the private Jesuit school.“Everyone who came across him knew at the time that he was somebody extraordinary - that he was different.”The young Bridget teacher(left) 'He [Macron] came to audition for a part in the play and I watched him. I just found him incredible. He had such presence.'Someone who certainly saw him that way was Brigitte Trogneux, his drama teacher. “He wasn’t like the others,” she told a French documentary last year, “he wasn’t a teenager. He had a relationship of equals with other *****s.”The school days of MacronOne day, she remembers, he came to her with plans to write a play together for her final year drama class. “I didn’t think it would go very far,” she said. “I thought he would get bored. We wrote, and little by little I was totally overcome by the intelligence of this boy.”  After performance, Macron took a bow in the stageMacron left Amiens to finish his schooling in Paris, vowing to marry his former teacher. 'At the age of 17, Emmanuel said to me, 'Whatever you do, I will marry you!',' Miss Trogneux told Paris Match magazine last year.The whole family of Macron in the weeding ceremony of his stepdaughter The couple finally married in 2007 – although she did not take his name – and Miss Trogneux is now campaigning by his side. 'I don't hide her,' Mr Macron told a French TV channel this week. 'She's here in my life, she has always been.'Macron kissed his wife in the stage after wining the first round  electionDuring a speech last month, the pair kissed on stage with Mr Macron telling supporters: 'I owe her an enormous amount because she has contributed to make me the person I am.'He told of how his wife would never be 'behind him', adding: 'If I'm elected – no, sorry, when we are elected – she will be there, with a role and a place.'Nicolas Sarkozy, the pre-president of French and his third wife-Carla•BruniFrancois Hollande, the incumbent French president and his ex-girlfriend, Valerie TrierweilerRemake the “failed” and “vacuous” French political system; relax labour laws; cut business taxes; reform unemployment system; encourage social mobility; cut public spending (but boost investment); shrink public sector; reduce number of MPs; establish eurozone government; hire 10,000 more police and gendarmes.✦Unify France's complex pension system, made up of 35 different public schemes✦Cut 120,000 public-sector jobs and bring down the budget deficit✦Slash corporation tax from 33% to 25% and let companies renegotiate 35-hour week✦Send more teachers to deprived areas, ban mobile phone use in schools for under-15s✦Strengthen EU ties, and tighten integration between eurozone countries✦€50bn (£43bn; $53bn) public investment plan to cover job-training and shift to renewable energy

  • You Are the April of This World-你是人间的四月天

    You Are the April of This World《你是人间的四月天》I think you are the April of this world,我说你是人间的四月天;Your laughter has lit up all the wind,笑响点亮了四面风;So gently mingling with the spring.轻灵在春的光艳中交舞着变。You are the clouds in early spring,你是四月早天里的云烟,The dusk wind blows up and down.黄昏吹着风的软,And the stars blink now and then,星子在无意中闪,Fine rain drops down amid the flowers.细雨点洒在花前。So gentle and graceful,那轻,那娉婷,You are crowned with garlands.百花的冠冕你戴着,So sublime and innocent,天真,庄严,You are a full moon over each evening.你是夜夜的月圆。The snow melts, with that light yellow,雪化后那片鹅黄,You look like the first budding green.你像新鲜初放芽的绿,You are the soft joy of white lotus你是柔嫩喜悦Rising up in your fancy dreamland.水光浮动着你梦期待中白莲。You're the blooming flowers over the trees,你是一树一树的花开,You're a swallow twittering between the beams;是燕在梁间呢喃,Full of love, full of warm hope,你是爱,是暖,是希望,You are the spring of this world!你是人间的四月天!

  • Let life be beautiful like summer flowers

    I leave no trace of wings in the air, but I am glad I have had my flightThe one who wants to do good knocks at the door, the one who loves sees the door opern.If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees.What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.I cannot choose the best. The best chooses me.I cannot tell why this heart languishes in silence. It is for small needs it never asks, or knows or remembers.Do not blame your food because you have no appetite.The mind, sharp but not broad, sticks at every point but does not move .Like the meeting of the seagulls and the waves we meet and come near.The seagulls fly off, the waves roll away and we depart.We come nearest to the great when we are great in humility.The sparrow is sorry for the peacock at the burden of its tail.We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.Death's s***p gives value to the coin of life; making it possible to buy with life what is truly precious.The touch of the nameless days clings to my heart like mosses round the old tree.I cast my own shadow upon my path, because I have a lamp that has not been lighted.Man goes into the noisy crowed to drown his own clamour of silence.

  • The Episode of Jane Eyre

    A lover finds his mistress asleep on a mossy bank; he wishes to catch a glimpse of her fair face without waking her. He steals softly over the grass, careful to make no sound; he pauses -- fancying she has stirred: he withdraws: not for worlds would he be seen. All is still: he again advances: he bends above her; a light veil rests on her features: he lifts it, bends lower; now his eyes anticipate the vision of beauty -- warm, and blooming, and lovely, in rest. How hurried was their first glance! But how they fix! How he starts! How he suddenly and vehemently clasps in both arms the form he dared not, a moment since, touch with his finger! How he calls aloud a name, and drops his burden, and gazes on it wildly! He thus grasps and cries, and gazes, because he no longer fears to waken by any sound he can utter -- by any movement he can make. He thought his love slept sweetly: he finds she is stone dead.

  • The Dragon Boat Festival

    The Chinese traditional festival---The Dragon Boat Festival falls on the fifth day of the fifth lunar month, which is one of the Chinese ancient traditional festivals. Celebrating The Dragon Boat Festival is the traditional habit of Chinese people for more than 2,000 years. Because China has the wide area and many nations, on the other hand, there are many stories and legends in China, so there are many different customs in different area. The customs include: the daughter coming back to the home, hanging the icon of Zhong Kui, hanging mugwort on the door, hosting the dragon boat race, eating Zhong Zi, drinking the realgar wine and so on. Up to now, the dragon boat festival still is a prevailing and solemn festival, the followings are some important activities in that day.Dragon boat race:In that day, people would host the dragon boat race. The boat is made from wood, and the shape of the boat is dragon. The activity is originated from the period of Warring States. This activity is mainly to honor the poet-Qu Yuan who was dead by skipping into the Guluo River.Eating Zong ZiIn the dragon boat festival day, eating Zong Zi is the another traditional custom. Zong Zi is also called “Jiao Shu”, “Tong Zong”, is made from sticky rice, and is wrapped by the bamboo leaves. In that day, almost every one would eat it. And in many families, the mother can made it by herself, whose taste is delicious.Wearing the sachet:In that day, the children would wear the sachet, which means that the sachet can drive out evil spirits. Actually, it is used as the decoration on their clothes. Inside the sachet, there are cinnabar, realgar, aromatic drug. On the other hand, it smells good.Wearing the long life wispThe long life wisp is made by 5 kinds of color string. You can wear it in your waist and ankle.

  • Transient Days

    Transient Days             ——Zhu ziqing      If swallows go away, they will come back again. If willows wither, they will turn green again. If peach blossoms fade, they will flower again. But, tell me, you the wise, why should our days go by never to return? Perhaps they have been stolen by someone. But who could it be and where could he hide them? Perhaps they have just run away by themselves. But where could they be at the present moment?      I don’t know how many days I am entitled to altogether, but my quota of then is undoubtedly wearing away. Counting up silently, I find that more than 8000 days have already slipped away through my fingers. Like a drop of water falling off a needle point into the ocean, my days are quietly dripping into the stream of time without leaving a trace. At the thought of this, sweat oozes from my forehead and tears trickle down my cheeks.      What is gone is gone, what is to come keeps coming. How swift is the transition in between!   When I get up in the morning, the slanting sun casts two or three squarish patches of light into my small room. The sun has feet too, edging away softly and stealthily. And, without knowing it, I am already caught in its revolution. Thus the day flows away through the sink when I wash my hands; vanishes in the rice bowl when I have my meal; passes away quietly before the fixed gaze of my eyes when I am lost in reverie. Aware of its fleeting presence, I reach out for it only to find it brushing past my outstretched hands. In the evening, when I lie on my bed, it nimbly strides over my body and flits past my feet. By the time when I open my eyes to meet the sun again, another day is already gone. I heave a sigh, my head buried in my hands. But, in the midst of my sighs, a new day is flashing past.       Living in this world with its fleeting days and teeming millions, what can I do but waver and wander and live a transient life? What have I been doing during the 8000 fleeting days except wavering and wandering? The bygone days, like wisps of smoke, have been dispersed by gentle winds, and, like thin mists, have been evaporated by the rising sun. What traces have I left behind? No, nothing, not even gossamer-like traces. I have come to this world stark naked, and in the twinkling of an eye, I am to go back as stark naked as ever. However, I am taking it very much to heart: why should I be made to pass through this world for nothing at all?       O you the wise, would you tell me please: why should our days go by never to return?

  • A special letter

                                                 A special letter  Dear World:My son starts school today.It's going to be strange and new to him for a while, and I wish you would sort of treat him gently.You see, up to now, he's been king of the roost.He's been boss of the backyard.I have always been around to repair his wounds, and to soothe his feelings.But now--things are going to be different.This morning, he's going to walk down the front steps, wave his hand and start on his great adventure that will probably include wars and tragedy and sorrow.To live his life in the world he has to live in will require faith and love and courage.So, World, I wish you would sort of take him by his young hand and teach him the things he will have to know.Teach him - but gently, if you can.Teach him that for every scoundrel there is a hero; that for every crooked politician there is a dedicated leader; that for every enemy there is a friend.Teach him the wonders of books.Give him quiet time to ponder the eternal mystery of birds in the sky, bees in the sun, and flowers on the green hill.Teach him it is far more honorable to fail than to cheat.Teach him to have faith in his own ideas, even if everyone tells him they are wrong.Teach him to sell his brawn and brains to the highest bidder, but never to put a price on his heart and soul.Teach him to close his ears to a howling mob...and to stand and fight if he thinks he's right.Teach him gently, World, but don't coddle him, because only the test of fire makes fine steel.This is a big order, World, but see what you can do.He's such a nice little fellow.

  • Dai Yu Buries Fallen Flowers

    花谢花飞花满天,红消香断有谁怜?  游丝软系飘春榭,落絮轻沾扑绣帘;  The blossoms fade and falling fill the air,  Of fragrance and bright hues bereft and bare.  Floss drifts and flutters round the Maiden`s bower,  Or softly strikes against her curtained door.  闺中女儿惜春暮,愁绪满怀无释处;  手把花锄出绣闺,忍踏落花来复去?  The Maid ,grieved by these signs of spring`s decease,  Seeking some means her sorrow to express,  Has rake in hand into the garden gone,  Before the fallen flowers are trampled on.  柳丝榆荚自芳菲,不管桃飘与李飞;  桃李明年能再发,明年闺中知有谁?  Elm-pods and willow-floss are fragrant too;  Why care,Maid,where the fallen flowers blew?  Next year ,when peach and plum-tree bloom again,  Which of your sweet companions will remain?  三月香巢已垒成,梁间燕子太无情!  明年花发虽可啄,却不道人去梁空巢也倾。  This spring the heartless swallow built his nest  Beneath the eaves of mud with flowers compressed.  Next year the flowers will blossom as before,  But swallow ,nest ,and Maid will be no more.  一年三百六十日,风刀霜剑严相逼;  明媚鲜妍能几时,一朝飘泊难寻觅。  Three hundred and three-score the year`s full tale:  From swords of frost and from the slaughtering gale  How can the lovely flowers long stay intact,  Or, once loosed,from their drifting fate draw back?  花开易见落难寻,阶前闷杀葬花人;  独倚花锄泪暗洒,洒上空枝见血痕。  Blooming so steadfast ,fallen so hard to find!  Beside the flowers`grave,with sorrowing mind,  The solitary Maid sheds many a tear,  Which on the boughs as bloody drops appear.  杜鹃无语正黄昏,荷锄归去掩重门;  青灯照壁人初睡,冷雨敲窗被未温。  At twilight ,when the cuckoo sings no more,  The Maiden with her rake goes in at door  And lays her down between the lamplit walls,  While a chill rain against the window falls.  为奴底事倍伤神,半为怜春半恼春:  怜春忽至恼忽去,至又无言去不闻。  I know not why my heart`s so strangely sad,  Half grieving for the spring and yet half glad:  Glad that it came ,grieved it so soon was spent.  So soft it came ,so silently it went!  昨宵庭外悲歌发,知是花魂与鸟魂?  花魂鸟魂总难留,鸟自无言花自羞;  Last night ,outside ,a mournful sound was heard:  The spirits of the flowers and of the bird.  But neither bird nor flowers would long delay,  Bird lacking speech,and flowers too shy to stay.  愿奴胁下生双翼,随花飞到天尽头。  天尽头,何处有香丘?  And then I wished that I had wings to fly  After the drifting flowers across the sky:  Across the sky to the world`s farthest end,  The flowers` last fragrant resting-place to find.  未若锦囊收艳骨,一抔净土掩风流;  质本洁来还洁去,强于污淖陷渠沟。  But better their remains in silk to lay  And bury underneath the wholesome clay,  Pure substances the pure earth to enrich,  Than leave to soak and stink in some foul ditch.  尔今死去侬收葬,未卜侬身何日丧?  侬今葬花人笑痴,他年葬侬知是谁?  Can I,that these flowers` obsequies attend,  Divine how soon or late my life will end?  Let others laugh flower-burial to see:  Another year who will be burying me?  试看春残花渐落,便是红颜老死时;  一朝春尽红颜老,花落人亡两不知!  As petals drop and spring begins to fail,  The bloom of youth,too,sickens and turns pale.  One day,when spring has gone and youth has fled.  The Maiden and the flowers will both be dead.

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