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这首歌为电影《毕业生》里的插曲。歌词富有诗意,有一种非常迷茫的感觉。Paul在911纪念表演上倾情演唱了这首。只有一把吉他轻轻伴奏,忧伤,哀婉,把人们面对死亡的无奈与无能为力表达的淋漓尽致。当他唱到:“And the people bowed and prayed to the neon god they’d made” 的时候,画面上出现了缓缓飘动的美国国旗,好像就在这个时刻人们开始怀疑。无论什么样的初衷,帮助也好,援助也好,暴力都不应该是一种选择。在歌曲的最后,Paul用轮指打弦,好像是在墓地鸣枪般的效果,表达对死者的哀思。我非常喜欢这首歌。

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Artist: Paul Simon
The Sound Of Silence Lyrics

Hello darkness, my old friend, I’ve come with talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping, left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain, still remains
Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone, narrow streets of cobblestone
Neath the halo of a streetlamp, I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light, split the night
And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light I saw, ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking, people hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never shared, and no one dared
To stir the sound of silence

Fool, said I, you do not know, silence, like a cancer, grows
Hear my words and I might teach you, take my arms then I might reach you
But my words, like silent raindrops fell, and echoed in the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed to the neon god they’d made
And the sign flashed out its warning in the words that it was forming
And the sign said the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls, and whispered in the sounds of silence

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JK Rowling 是 注明长篇小说Harry Potter的作者,也是万人迷的偶像,同她的著作一样,她的经历也被人称为童话般的奇迹。然而,无论身上有多少光环,她却一直保持的谦逊和人性化,一直非常朴实,用质朴的语言展现她内心强大的力量,并深深感动着每一个听众。

在她演讲结束之后,观众全场起立,并报以近2分钟的掌声。很多人激动的热泪盈眶。这也是我所听过的最感人的演讲之一。请大家欣赏。

演讲稿大致总结:

Proud parents and graduates.
Delivering a commencement address is a great responsibility. Actually, I have wracked my mind and heart for what I ought to say to you today. I have come up with two answers.
On this wonderful day when we are gathered together to celebrate your academic success, I have decided to talk to you about the benefits of failure. And as you stand on the threshold of what is sometimes called ‘real life’, I want to extol the crucial importance of imagination.
I was convinced that the only thing I wanted to do, ever, was to write novels. However, my parents, both of whom came from impoverished backgrounds and neither of whom had been to college, took the view that my overactive imagination was an amusing personal quirk that would never pay a mortgage, or secure a pension. I know that the irony strikes with the force of a cartoon anvil, now.
So they hoped that I would take a vocational degree; I wanted to study English Literature. A compromise was reached that in retrospect satisfied nobody, and I went up to study Modern Languages. Hardly had my parents’ car rounded the corner at the end of the road than I ditched German and scuttled off down the Classics corridor.
I cannot remember telling my parents that I was studying Classics; they might well have found out for the first time on graduation day. Of all the subjects on this planet, I think they would have been hard put to name one less useful than Greek mythology when it came to securing the keys to an executive bathroom.
I would like to make it clear, in parenthesis, that I do not blame my parents for their point of view. There is an expiry date on blaming your parents for steering you in the wrong direction; the moment you are old enough to take the wheel, responsibility lies with you. What is more, I cannot criticise my parents for hoping that I would never experience poverty. They had been poor themselves, and I have since been poor, and I quite agree with them that it is not an ennobling experience. Poverty entails fear, and stress, and sometimes depression; it means a thousand petty humiliations and hardships. Climbing out of poverty by your own efforts, that is indeed something on which to pride yourself, but poverty itself is romanticised only by fools.
What I feared most for myself at your age was not poverty, but failure.
At your age, in spite of a distinct lack of motivation at university, where I had spent far too long in the coffee bar writing stories, and far too little time at lectures, I had a knack for passing examinations, and that, for years, had been the measure of success in my life and that of my peers.
I am not dull enough to suppose that because you are young, gifted and well-educated, you have never known hardship or heartbreak. Talent and intelligence never yet inoculated anyone against the caprice of the Fates, and I do not for a moment suppose that everyone here has enjoyed an existence of unruffled privilege and contentment.
However, the fact that you are graduating from Harvard suggests that you are not very well-acquainted with failure. You might be driven by a fear of failure quite as much as a desire for success. Indeed, your conception of failure might not be too far from the average person’s idea of success, so high have you already flown.
Ultimately, we all have to decide for ourselves what constitutes failure, but the world is quite eager to give you a set of criteria if you let it. So I think it fair to say that by any conventional measure, a mere seven years after my graduation day, I had failed on an epic scale. An exceptionally short-lived marriage had imploded, and I was jobless, a lone parent, and as poor as it is possible to be in modern Britain, without being homeless. The fears that my parents had had for me, and that I had had for myself, had both come to pass, and by every usual standard, I was the biggest failure I knew.
Now, I am not going to stand here and tell you that failure is fun. That period of my life was a dark one, and I had no idea that there was going to be what the press has since represented as a kind of fairy tale resolution. I had no idea then how far the tunnel extended, and for a long time, any light at the end of it was a hope rather than a reality.
So why do I talk about the benefits of failure? Simply because failure meant a stripping away of the inessential. I stopped pretending to myself that I was anything other than what I was, and began to direct all my energy into finishing the only work that mattered to me. Had I really succeeded at anything else, I might never have found the determination to succeed in the one arena I believed I truly belonged. I was set free, because my greatest fear had been realised, and I was still alive, and I still had a daughter whom I adored, and I had an old typewriter and a big idea. And so rock bottom became the solid foundation on which I rebuilt my life.
You might never fail on the scale I did, but some failure in life is inevitable. It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have lived at all – in which case, you fail by default.
Failure gave me an inner security that I had never attained by passing examinations. Failure taught me things about myself that I could have learned no other way. I discovered that I had a strong will, and more discipline than I had suspected; I also found out that I had friends whose value was truly above the price of rubies.
The knowledge that you have emerged wiser and stronger from setbacks means that you are, ever after, secure in your ability to survive. You will never truly know yourself, or the strength of your relationships, until both have been tested by adversity. Such knowledge is a true gift, for all that it is painfully won, and it has been worth more than any qualification I ever earned.
So given a Time Turner, I would tell my 21-year-old self that personal happiness lies in knowing that life is not a check-list of acquisition or achievement. Your qualifications, your CV, are not your life, though you will meet many people of my age and older who confuse the two. Life is difficult, and complicated, and beyond anyone’s total control, and the humility to know that will enable you to survive its vicissitudes.
Now you might think that I chose my second theme, the importance of imagination, because of the part it played in rebuilding my life, but that is not wholly so. Though I personally will defend the value of bedtime stories to my last gasp, I have learned to value imagination in a much broader sense. Imagination is not only the uniquely human capacity to envision that which is not, and therefore the fount of all invention and innovation. In its arguably most transformative and revelatory capacity, it is the power that enables us to empathise with humans whose experiences we have never shared.
One of the greatest formative experiences of my life preceded Harry Potter, though it informed much of what I subsequently wrote in those books. This revelation came in the form of one of my earliest day jobs. Though I was sloping off to write stories during my lunch hours, I paid the rent in my early 20s by working at the African research department at Amnesty International’s headquarters in London.
There in my little office I read hastily scribbled letters smuggled out of totalitarian regimes by men and women who were risking imprisonment to inform the outside world of what was happening to them. I saw photographs of those who had disappeared without trace, sent to Amnesty by their desperate families and friends. I read the testimony of torture victims and saw pictures of their injuries. I opened handwritten, eye-witness accounts of summary trials and executions, of kidnappings and rapes.
Many of my co-workers were ex-political prisoners, people who had been displaced from their homes, or fled into exile, because they had the temerity to speak against their governments. Visitors to our offices included those who had come to give information, or to try and find out what had happened to those they had left behind.
I shall never forget the African torture victim, a young man no older than I was at the time, who had become mentally ill after all he had endured in his homeland. He trembled uncontrollably as he spoke into a video camera about the brutality inflicted upon him. He was a foot taller than I was, and seemed as fragile as a child. I was given the job of escorting him back to the Underground Station afterwards, and this man whose life had been shattered by cruelty took my hand with exquisite courtesy, and wished me future happiness.
And as long as I live I shall remember walking along an empty corridor and suddenly hearing, from behind a closed door, a scream of pain and horror such as I have never heard since. The door opened, and the researcher poked out her head and told me to run and make a hot drink for the young man sitting with her. She had just had to give him the news that in retaliation for his own outspokenness against his country’s regime, his mother had been seized and executed.
Every day of my working week in my early 20s I was reminded how incredibly fortunate I was, to live in a country with a democratically elected government, where legal representation and a public trial were the rights of everyone.
Every day, I saw more evidence about the evils humankind will inflict on their fellow humans, to gain or maintain power. I began to have nightmares, literal nightmares, about some of the things I saw, heard, and read.
And yet I also learned more about human goodness at Amnesty International than I had ever known before.
Amnesty mobilises thousands of people who have never been tortured or imprisoned for their beliefs to act on behalf of those who have. The power of human empathy, leading to collective action, saves lives, and frees prisoners. Ordinary people, whose personal well-being and security are assured, join together in huge numbers to save people they do not know, and will never meet. My small participation in that process was one of the most humbling and inspiring experiences of my life.
Unlike any other creature on this planet, humans can learn and understand, without having experienced. They can think themselves into other people’s places.
Of course, this is a power, like my brand of fictional magic, that is morally neutral. One might use such an ability to manipulate, or control, just as much as to understand or sympathise.
And many prefer not to exercise their imaginations at all. They choose to remain comfortably within the bounds of their own experience, never troubling to wonder how it would feel to have been born other than they are. They can refuse to hear screams or to peer inside cages; they can close their minds and hearts to any suffering that does not touch them personally; they can refuse to know.
I might be tempted to envy people who can live that way, except that I do not think they have any fewer nightmares than I do. Choosing to live in narrow spaces leads to a form of mental agoraphobia, and that brings its own terrors. I think the wilfully unimaginative see more monsters. They are often more afraid.
What is more, those who choose not to empathise enable real monsters. For without ever committing an act of outright evil ourselves, we collude with it, through our own apathy.
One of the many things I learned at the end of that Classics corridor down which I ventured at the age of 18, in search of something I could not then define, was this, written by the Greek author Plutarch: What we achieve inwardly will change outer reality.
That is an astonishing statement and yet proven a thousand times every day of our lives. It expresses, in part, our inescapable connection with the outside world, the fact that we touch other people’s lives simply by existing.
But how much more are you, Harvard graduates of 2008, likely to touch other people’s lives? Your intelligence, your capacity for hard work, the education you have earned and received, give you unique status, and unique responsibilities. Even your nationality sets you apart. The great majority of you belong to the world’s only remaining superpower. The way you vote, the way you live, the way you protest, the pressure you bring to bear on your government, has an impact way beyond your borders. That is your privilege, and your burden.
If you choose to use your status and influence to raise your voice on behalf of those who have no voice; if you choose to identify not only with the powerful, but with the powerless; if you retain the ability to imagine yourself into the lives of those who do not have your advantages, then it will not only be your proud families who celebrate your existence, but thousands and millions of people whose reality you have helped change. We do not need magic to change the world, we carry all the power we need inside ourselves already: we have the power to imagine better.
I am nearly finished. I have one last hope for you, which is something that I already had at 21. The friends with whom I sat on graduation day have been my friends for life. They are my children’s godparents, the people to whom I’ve been able to turn in times of trouble, people who have been kind enough not to sue me when I took their names for Death Eaters. At our graduation we were bound by enormous affection, by our shared experience of a time that could never come again, and, of course, by the knowledge that we held certain photographic evidence that would be exceptionally valuable if any of us ran for Prime Minister.
So today, I wish you nothing better than similar friendships. And tomorrow, I hope that even if you remember not a single word of mine, you remember those of Seneca, another of those old Romans I met when I fled down the Classics corridor, in retreat from career ladders, in search of ancient wisdom:
As is a tale, so is life: not how long it is, but how good it is, is what matters.

I wish you all very good lives. Thank you very much.

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He’s bound to be there, whether he wants to come or not. Jeannie and Christina wouldn’t let him wimp out. ( to decide not to do something because you are too frightened ) 一定会。 退缩。

Ok that’s enough play-by-play ( A detailed commentary of an event as it unfolds ), I don’t want to know what happens next! 实况报道,一般指比赛的报道

Are you two up to joining me? 来

Aynsley was talking a blue streak ( to talk quickly and without stopping ) , but Hugh didn’t seem to be paying much attention.了了了了地说,不断地快速地说

I can’t believe she actually got him up on his feet. 让他站起来了。(可以隐喻指重新振作,回复健康)

Your father just threw his back out ( to injure one’s back in some way ) on the dancer floor.摔着背部。

I told you I was a rotten dancer. Bad,舞跳得不好。

Shona raced to the kitchen on tiptoe …….踮着脚尖

I know I should have called you, but I guess my pride got in the way. 自尊太强,妨碍了我给你电话。

I was so wrapped up in how important the championship is to me that I didn’t spare a thought for how important your gig was to you. 一门心思,冲昏了头脑。 演唱会。

You’ll need to be well rested for the competition tomorrow.好好休息

I’m just beginning to recuperate from an overdose of it. 从过量(饮酒等)中恢复

You absolutely sparkled up there onstage.闪亮

Oh please, you’re going to give me a swelled head. 过奖啦

She knew she stood a better chance of winning the championship since her chief competitor wasn’t in top form. 更有机会

Today’s competition would determine whether she was a champion Highland dancer or just an also-ran. ( someone in a competition who is unlikely to do well or who has failed ) 打酱油的,落选的人

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Mature, dynamic and honest.
思想成熟、精明能干、为人诚实。

Excellent ability of systematical management.
有极强的系统管理能力。

Ability to work independently, mature and resourceful.
能够独立工作、思想成熟、应变能力强。

A person with ability plus flexibility should apply.
需要有能力及适应力强的人。

A stable personality and high sense of responsibility are desirable.
个性稳重、具高度责任感。

Work well with a multi-cultural and diverse work force.
能够在不同文化和工作人员的背景下出色地工作。

Bright,aggressive applicants.
反应快、有进取心的应聘者。

Ambitious attitude essential.
有雄心壮志。

Initiative, independent and good communication skill.
积极主动、独立工作能力强,并有良好的交际技能。

Willing to work under pressure with leadership quality.
愿意在压力下工作,并具领导素质。

Willing to assume responsibilities.
应聘者须勇于挑重担。

Mature, self-motivated and strong interpersonal skills.
思想成熟、上进心强,并具极丰富的人际关系技巧。

Energetic, fashion-minded person.
精力旺盛、思想新潮。

With a pleasant mature attitude.
开朗成熟。

Strong determination to succeed.
有获得成功的坚定决心。

Strong leadership skills.
有极强的领导艺术。

Ability to work well with others.
能够同他人一道很好地工作。

Highly-motivated and reliable person with excellent health and pleasant personality.
上进心强又可靠者,并且身体健康、性格开朗。

The ability to initiate and operate independently.
有创业能力,并能独立地从业。

Strong leadership skill while possessing a great team spirit.
有很高的领导艺术和很强的集体精神。

Be highly organized and efficient.
工作很有条理,办事效率高。

Willing to learn and progress.
肯学习进取。

Good presentation skills.
有良好的表达能力。

Positive active mind essential.
有积极、灵活的头脑。

Ability to deal with personnel at all levels effectively.
善于同各种人员打交道。

Have positive work attitude and be willing and able to work diligently without supervision.
有积极的工作态度,愿意和能够在没有监督的情况下勤奋地工作。

Young, bright, energetic with strong career-ambition.
年轻、聪明、精力充沛,并有很强的事业心。

Good people management and communication skills. Team player.
有良好的人员管理和交际能力。能在集体中发挥带头作用。

Able to work under high pressure and time limitation.
能够在高压力下和时间限制下进行工作。

Be elegant and with nice personality.
举止优雅、个人性格好。

With good managerial skills and organizational capabilities.
有良好的管理艺术和组织能力。

The main qualities required are preparedness to work hard, ability to learn, ambition and good health.
主要必备素质是吃苦耐劳精神好、学习能力优、事业心强和身体棒。

Having good and extensive social connections.
具有良好而广泛的社会关系。

Being active, creative and innovative is a plus.
思想活跃、有首创和革新精神尤佳。

With good analytical capability.
有较强的分析能力。