求一篇2000字没有被翻译过的英文文章
Creating a brilliant Beijing: Time for Action Ladies and Gentlemen: My topic is on creating a brilliant Beijing: Time for Action
2008 is such a common number, but many Chinese will get excited when they mention it. How can a common number attract such a strange fascination? The answer is simple and obvious: the twenty-ninth Olympic Game will be held in Beijing in the year 2008. At that time, the whole world will focus their attentions on Beijing. As the hostess, Beijing will show her beauty to the guests from all over the world.
The Beijing Olympic Games will be a Green Olympic, a high technology Olympic, and a people's Olympic. Among them, a Green Olympic is the most important concept. It will show the world the determination, the ability, and the confidence of the Chinese people and their government to successfully hold a Green Olympic. To achieve such a goal, however, it needs a lot of hard work.
As middle school students in Beijing, we should take on more responsibilities for our capital city's environment. Any action we take will affect the appearance of the city. Therefore, we should start with ourselves, act now, and make every possible effort. But how? You may ask. There are a lot of things we can do in our daily lives. We all know the fact that
Beijing is frequently assaulted by sand storms every year. Forests and lands have been degraded by agricultural and industrial activities. To revive those desert lands is beyond our ability, but we can plant trees around our schools or in our neighborhood communities. If everybody does so, there will be a green Beijing and we will have a Green Olympic.
I don't know whether you've noticed that some students don't want to walk to school; their parents have to drive them to school every day. But nowadays, the air is polluted with automobile exhausts. What can we do about it? Ride on your bike to school and enjoy exercise! It will not only have significant benefits for your health, but also help improving our environment. In addition, if you don't drive cars, you will not go to the car wash. That will save large amount of water. If everybody does something, there will be a green Beijing and we will have a Green Olympic.
Think it over, my friends. The things we can do are definitely not unrealistic. Although we cannot provide with a clean energy source, achieve a better sewage treatment system, or stop any industry from using hazardous chemicals and releasing hazardous wastes, we can save every drop of water and protect every patch of green. Make Beijing a more beautiful city, where green patches are everywhere and blue sky can be seen clearly above our heads.
A Green Beijing Olympic is asking for action. Act now.
Thank you!
帮忙介绍一篇1500-1800字左右的原版英语美文，从未有人翻译过的，多谢！
Loveby Toni MorrisonShe's dead now, so I can say that she laughed like us, played like us, and her adult life turned out okay – so I heard. But then, when we were all twelve or less, it seemed as though she floated behind a scrim. Markedly pretty, she had eyes full of distance – a smile made more attractive by what it withheld; some knowingness it appeared unwilling to share. In the early forties,"cool" was our word to describe her, although, at the time, I thought she was simply sad. Something treasured had been irretrievably lost, and there was nothing to be done about it. Her attitude reminded me of what I saw in the eyes of scary old people sitting in rocking chairs on the porch or leaning on a fence looking at us as though in a little while we would know the doom and catastrophe they already knew."Uh huh," they murmured when we tripped over the door saddle or ruined our clothes. "Where is your mind?" they asked when we dropped the milk bottle, let the coal fire go out. Seriously asking a serious question, they showed no surprise. They knew we would always fall down, drop things,be ruined, and forget. And that it was possible to lose your mind. She too seemed aware of our haplessness, but she did not wear their frown. A mournful sympathy infected her smile.The big thing – the most obvious sign of her behind-the-scrim life – was that she didn't like boys. That is, she was indifferent to our giggle and babble about who was "sharp" or"fine" or who "liked" whom. She made no contribution to such talk. Very grown up, I thought, for a twelve-year-old who had no reason to be. When I learned, later, what separated her from us (from the world, perhaps)，I became afraid of wakefulness as well as of sleep. Trying to picture the acts foisted upon her by her father was impossible – out of range. Nothing came clearly into view. They were literally unimaginable. What was easily imaginable was the implacable danger brought on by the things those scary old people recognized in us. Ruin, falling, losing, mindlessness were not only in our nature now, they signaled our future. Before we even knew who we were, someone we trusted our lives to could, might, would make use of our littleness, our ignorance, our need, and sully us to the bone, disturbing the balance of our lives as theirs had clearly been disturbed.When the gossip about her surfaced, the deepest scorn was for the complicit mother who apparently never heard of lye, ground glass, or a baseball bat. The women seethed; the men turned their lips down in raw disgust.People tell me that I am always writing about love. Always, always love, I nod, yes, but it isn't true – not exactly. In fact, I am always writing about betrayal. Love is the weather . Betrayal is the lightning that cleaves and reveals it.I liked so much the challenge that writing Jazz gave me: breaking or dismissing conventional rules of composition to replace them with other , stricter rules. In that work, the narrative voice was the book itself, its physical and spatial confinement made irrelevant by its ability to imagine, invent , interpret, err, and change. In Love, the material (forms of love, kinds of betrayal) struck me as longing for a similar freedom – but this time with an embodied, participating voice. The interior narrative of the characters, so full of secrets and partial insights, would be interrupted and observed by an"I" not restricted by chronology or space – or the frontier between life and not-life. Thus the character called"L" is meant to exhibit and represent the imaginative and transformative nature of her name along with its constructive and destructive talents.The first scene that came clear to me involved a boy new to his neighborhood, eager to belong. Hostage to the needs of his own flesh, he nevertheless disobeys his body's command and keeps faith with his heart. In an environment where immediate and brutal gratification reigns, his want on tenderness for a stranger humiliates him. From that initiation into the mysteries and terror of social arrangements evolved the stories of other characters whose vulnerability is turned into shame, into loneliness – the clear sense of having no one on whom one can safely rely. The most bitter betrayal, of course, does not come from an enemy whose deceit one expects. It comes most chillingly from a friend, a trusted one – or one's own self. While marveling at that bromide, I could hardly avoid the parallels between those specific lives and wider cultural ones. I became interested in the manner in which African Americans handled internecine, intraracial betrayals, and the weapons they chose in order to survive them. The decades-long civil-rights revolt, like other radical changes, required consensus (mutual love) for success . Dissension, healthy or malign, was frequently understood as betrayal, as lethalas apathy. While the move away from or toward social cohesion is by no means unique to any single people, racial politics (like religion) certainly heightens the stress . Beneath (rather, hand-in-hand with) the surface story of the successful revolt against a common enemy in the struggle for integration (in this case,white power) lies another one: the story of disintegration – of a radical change in conventional relationships and class allegiances that signals both liberation and estrangement. Heed and Christine live in the easy weather of precivil rights intimacy until they are explosively interfered with. The fault line between them was drawn by the ability of power to satisfy its whimsand ignore the consequences. The sundering of their natural alliance was met by fear, compliance, resistance, flight, and iron clad distrust. Unmediated and left to its own devices, distrust – personal or political – can have predictable consequences : irrational contempt, violence, self-delusion, exceptionalism, hatred, and the renunciation of a shared language, all of which play out among those of the novel's population who believe they are irrevocably cut off at the root. For among the things Christine, Heed, and Junior have already lost, besides their innocence and their faith, are a father and a mother, or, to be more precise , fathering and mothering. Emotionally unprotected by adults, they give themselves over to the most powerful one they know, the man who looms even larger in their imagination than in their lives.What could possibly scour away their excuses for maintaining the false face they wore for protection from further abandonment, further betraval? What is the raw material of reconciliation?It was not just a feisty mother, a supportive father, and insatiable reading habits that kept me later on from giving myself over to a life of girlish submission – some form of smiling or frowning female resignation. It was the comfort of learning from those countering sources that there were weapons – other kinds of baseball bats: defiance, exit, knowledge ; not solitude, but other people; not silence, but speech. An arsenal could begathered against whatever threatened our future well-being. Adroitness, of course, would have to be cultivated to know what and how to defend; what and how to cherish. She chose humility and bowed to violation. Having lost respect, even the frail status of a child, what else was there to lose? She was properly judged; silently condemned. So what if she had used her tongue and spoken? To whom? Us? Hardly. Back then , in the forties, we believed we were already forsaken, destined to fall down, drop things, forget, and misplace our minds. I suppose we could have loved her. Somehow. I suppose.
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《the big bang theory》，又叫生活大爆炸，宇宙大爆炸，天才也性感，是一部以科学天才为背景的情景喜剧，主人公是Leonard和Sheldon。 主人公Leonard和Sheldon是一对好朋友，他们的智商绝对高人一等，因为他们对量子物理学理论可以倒背如流，无论你问他们什么问题，都难不倒他们。但是说到日常生活，这两个不修边幅的男孩就彻底没了脾气，生活中柴米油盐这些看似简单的事情，却让他们有迷失在太空里一样的感觉，他们所掌握的那些科学原理在这里根本没有用武之地。直到有一天，隔壁搬来一位美貌性感的女孩Penny。顿时吸引了Leonard的目光。 基本介绍 中文名 ：生活大爆炸 外文名 ：the big bang theory 别名 ：宇宙大爆炸，天才也性感 分类 ：情景喜剧 简体中文名: 生活大爆炸，宇宙大爆炸，天才也性感 导演: James Burrows 主演: Johnny Galecki 、 Jim Parsons 、 Kaley Cuoco 上映年度: 2007 语言: English 制片国家/地区: USA 又名: 天才理论传 imdb连结: tt0898266 本年度最宅的情景喜剧(Sitcom，Situation Comedy)。故事的主角是两个同居的高校物理实验室的天才，他们新近搬来的美女邻居以及身边一群性格迥异的朋友同事们，剧情便是他们之间发生的一系列啼笑皆非的趣闻轶事。 《天才理论传》第一集的泄露版其实早早就出来了，看完第一集后你就会发现，此剧宅的并不只是那些头头是道的科学理论，而且宅的程度是其它同类剧集不可同日而语的，举个例子，你就可略知一二了：比如说，男主角A问男主角B是否要一起邀请他们的新邻居吃午饭(印度菜)时，男主角B说道：“不行，我们要一起看《太空堡垒卡拉狄加》(Battlestar Galactica)第二季。”男主角A不解：“我们不是已经看过《太空堡垒卡拉狄加》第二季的DVD了吗？”男主角B连忙解惑道：“那时候我们一起看的是不带评论音轨的好不好！” 该剧第一季最初只预定了半季13集，但现在已经追加了整季22集，可见受欢迎的程度。目前，第一季定为17集，已经圆满结束。第二季的到来又给那些意犹未尽fans们带来第二次大爆炸。 简介: 这是一部以 "科学天才" 为背景的情景喜剧，这倒非常罕见。主人公Leonard (JohnnyGalecki, "Roseanne") 和Sheldon (Jim Parsons "JudgingAmy")是一对好朋友，他们的智商绝对高人一等，因为他们对量子物理学理论可以倒背如流，无论你问他们什么问题，都难不倒他们。但是说到日常生活，这两个不修边幅的男孩就彻底没了脾气－－生活中柴米油盐这些看似简单的事情，却让他们有迷失在太空里一样的感觉，他们所掌握的那些科学原理在这里根本没有用武之地。直到有一天……隔壁搬来一位美貌性感的女孩Penny (Kaley Cuoco, "8SimpleRules...")，顿时吸引了Leonard的目光。Penny是个梦想成为演员的女孩，但一直没有能成功，平时只能在快餐店打工，她个性开朗，待人友善，是个Leonard、Sheldon截然不同的追求时尚的年轻人，最重要的是——她最近刚刚变成单身。 Leonard和Sheldon还有两个好朋友。自认为是 *** 的Howard Wolowitz(Simon Helberg, "Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip")，他称自己是加州理工学院的"卡萨诺瓦"（1725-1798，义大利冒险家，以所写的包括他的许多风流韵事的《自传》而著称，后来该词被引申为"风流浪子，好色之徒")，能用六种语言泡妞，参与负责美国的火星探索计画（喜欢邀请看上的女孩去火星兜风，也因此在第二季引发一场事故，遗憾地与“火星生命发现者”的称号失之交臂），其实Howard不过是个喜欢拿一些过时的手段把妹的家伙，很多时候他的把妹手法都让对方感到恶心。来自印度的 Rajesh Koothrappali (Kunal Nayyar, "NCIS")患有严重的“与异 *** 往障碍症”，有异性在场的时候他就无法说话，只有在喝醉以后才能自在地与女孩交流。 一个美女和四个科学阿宅的故事就这样在笑声中悄然开始上演…… 看这部片子最大的乐趣在于，不难从中发现自己或身边人的影子，比如看到SHELDON几乎无处不在的格子衬衫，裤子，睡袍时，不禁想起曾经的自己有多么的喜欢格子（理性的排列），为了买一条完全是格子或者条子的床单跑遍整个商场，最后在老妈无奈的劝说下，勉强接受了一条带了一点点小圈圈的床单；比如将所有能归类的东西进行归类，包括电脑上的档案，所以经常为了某一档案是应该归类为A还是B而头疼；比如小野马和斌斌窝在沙发里魔兽世界，不停的叫嚣，以至于我经常分不清楚她们是在和我说话还是在和某个盗贼或猎人说话；比如当手机收不到信号时，会讨论此时手机是否会因为要不停地搜寻信号而增加辐射，所以思考放在身旁是否安全等等