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春节（The Spring Festival）英文介绍The Spring Festival is the most important festival for the Chinese people and is when all family members get together, just like Christmas in the West. All people living away from home go back, becoming the busiest time for transportation systems of about half a month from the Spring Festival. Airports, railway stations and long-distance bus stations are crowded with home returnees. Strictly speaking, the Spring Festival starts every year in the early days of the 12th lunar month and will last till the mid 1st lunar month of the next year. Of them, the most important days are Spring Festival Eve and the first three days. The Chinese government now stipulates people have seven days off for the Chinese Lunar New Year. Many customs accompany the Spring Festival. Some are still followed today, but others have weakened. On the 8th day of the 12th lunar month, many families make laba porridge, a delicious kind of porridge made with glutinous rice, millet, seeds of Job's tears, jujube berries, lotus seeds, beans, longan and gingko. The 23rd day of the 12th lunar month is called Preliminary Eve. At this time, people offer sacrifice to the kitchen god. Now however, most families make delicious food to enjoy themselves. After the Preliminary Eve, people begin preparing for the coming New Year. This is called "Seeing the New Year in". Store owners are busy then as everybody goes out to purchase necessities for the New Year. Materials not only include edible oil, rice, flour, chicken, duck, fish and meat, but also fruit, candies and kinds of nuts. What's more, various decorations, new clothes and shoes for the children as well as gifts for the elderly, friends and relatives, are all on the list of purchasing. 英语成语：A bad beginning makes a bad ending. 恶其始者必恶其终。 A bad bush is better than the open field. 有胜于无。 A bad compromise is better than a good lawsuit. 吃亏的和解也比胜诉强。 A bad conscience is a snake in one's heart. 做贼心虚。 A bad custom is like a good cake, better broken than kept. 坏习惯像鲜馅饼，分食要比保存好。 A bad padlock invites a picklock. 开门揖盗。 A bad penny always turns up.烂钱总是会再回笼A bad thing never dies. 坏事传千年。 英语故事：三个懒汉：A king had three sons whom he loved equally well， and he did not know which of them to appoint as king following his own death. When the time came for him to die he called them to his bed and said， “Dear children， I have thought of something that I will reveal to you. The one of you is the laziest shall become king after me.” The oldest one said， “Father， then the kingdom belongs to me， for I am so lazy that whenever I lie down to sleep， and a drop falls into my eyes， I will not even close them so that I can fall asleep.” The second one said， “Father， the kingdom belongs to me， for I am so lazy that when I am sitting by the fire warming myself， I would rather let my heels burn up than to pull my legs back.” The third one said， “Father， the kingdom is mine， for I am so lazy that if I were going to be hanged and already had the rope around my neck， and someone put into my hand a sharp knife with which to cut the rope， I would let myself be hanged rather than to lift my hand up to the rope.” When the father heard this he said， “You have taken it the farthest and shall be king.” 在一个遥远的地方，有一个国王，他有三个儿子，对每一个儿子他都非常喜爱，他不知道自己死后应该把王位传给他们三个中的哪一个。所以，当他快要死的时候，就把他们叫到身边说：“亲爱的孩子们，在我死后，你们三个中谁最懒，谁就继承我的王位。”老大说：“既然这样，这王位就是我的，因为我是最懒的儿子，当我躺下睡觉时，有任何东西落到我的眼睛里，我也懒得去擦掉，即使不能把眼睛闭上，我仍然会继续睡觉。”二儿子说：“爸爸，王位应该传给我，因为我是最懒的儿子。当我坐在火边取暖的时候，就是火燃到我的脚趾，我也懒得把腿收回来。”第三个儿子说：“爸爸，这王位是我的，因为我是你最懒的儿子，如果我就要被吊起来，绳子已经套在了脖子上，有人把一把锋利的小刀塞在我手里，要我切断绳子，我宁愿被吊起来也懒得抬起手把绳子割断。”父亲听到这里说道：“你是最合适的人选，你应该继承王位。”One legend goes that the beast Nian had a very big mouth that would swallow a great many people with one bite. People were very scared. 传说有一个叫“年”的怪兽，有一个大嘴，能一口吞下很多人。人们都很怕它。 The custom of putting up red paper and firing fire-crackers is to scare away Nian. 贴红纸和方鞭炮的习俗就是为了吓跑年。 However, people today have long forgotten why they are doing all this, except that they feel the color and the sound add to the excitement of the celebration. 但是，现在人们大多忘记了为什么这么做的原因，只是觉得色彩和响声增加了过节的气氛。
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中午到家，跟孩子聊天，问上午都上了什么课。孩子说，第一节英语，第二节数学，第三第四节没有上课。 我很奇怪，于是问他为什么没上课。他说美术老师组织他们画画儿去了，和从其他年级挑选出来的孩子一起，在操场上画画儿。我以为他们学校组织什么绘画比赛，他说不是，是很多人在一个长卷上画画儿，是诗配画。 我问他给哪首诗配画儿，他支支吾吾回答不上来，后来又说那首诗是杜甫的《春夜喜雨》，却又不会背。我感觉好笑又好气，好笑的是连什么诗都不知道居然要配画，气得是这首他曾经在幼儿园就背会的诗现在却不会背诵了。我问他说，你不知道诗什么内容，配的哪门子画儿吗。他说，反正是有塔、有树、有山、有云，诗的名字好像是三个字儿的。 恰巧这个时候，琪琪到我家里来了，手里提了个无纺布兜，里面装着蜡笔，看那样子也是要画画儿的。我于是问他下午要画什么画儿，知不知道诗的内容。他说就知道是一首词，词的内容不知道，只知道画的画儿有小桥、有树什么的。 儿子四年级，不知道自己的画儿要配什么诗，琪琪五年级，也不知道自己的画儿要配什么诗。那么他们的画儿怎么配得上诗呢？自然是老师把画面告诉他们，或者拿着现成的画面让他们临。 我想起来以前每次到儿子学校，看着走廊里挂着的一幅幅诗配画，觉得孩子们真是聪慧，这么小的年级，居然就能根据诗的意境画出相关的图画来，真是不简单。现在看来，不简单的外衣下面，还是那些简单的孩子。 能笑话孩子吗，或者笑话老师，笑话学校的这些形式主义吗？我们的机关，我们的公务员，很多时候何尝不是上级布置什么干什么，上级怎么布置我们怎么干，很多部门和干部在日复一日的机械反复中麻木了。知其然不知其所以然，是孩子和大人的通病，是学校和机关都需克服的问题。？ 我们说，是形式主义。可是这个结论是片面的，因为只调查了两个孩子，不能排除有孩子是知道诗的内容，并且深刻理解诗词的意思，甚至懂得一些诗词的意境了。这样的活动，会给不同孩子以不同影响，对诗、对画儿、或者别的什么，产生或多或少的影响。诗配画会配出什么来呢？会配出很多可能，像万花筒，五彩缤纷，变化无穷。
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Treasures fill the home 财源广进 Business flourishes 事业兴隆 Peace all year round 岁岁平安 Wishing you prosperity 恭喜发财 Harmony brings wealth 家和万事兴 May all your wishes come true 心想事成 Everything goes well 万事如意 The country flourishes and people live in peace 国家富强、人民安康 Money and treasures will be plentiful 财源茂盛 Wishing you every success Promoting to a higher position 事业有成、更上一层楼、蒸蒸日上 Safe trip wherever you go 一帆风顺 Wish you happiness and prosperity in the coming year! 祝你新的一年快乐幸福 Wish you success in your career and happiness of your family! 事业成功，家庭美满（阖家欢乐）
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圹大的田野，晃眼的金黄色，大概就是秋天丰收的日子吧。
身着碎花蓝地裙的少女低头腼腆地笑，褂子上是沉重的竹篓，视线透过草帽凹凸有致的小方格与阳光亲密接壤，小脸儿红晕晕，晒得黝亮。在离天空最近的山头，触手可及苍茫蓝天的一丝温度。“Theofmy字符涣散，叙写着我的抒情诗。小道的尽头，村庄淳朴的气息扑面而来。这里没有车鸣喧闹，没有趾高气昂的男人女人。只是层叠的古宅一撞接着一撞，嗅出凉意。几个老人在自家门前席地而坐，嘴里囔囔着些什么。我看见了绿得发黑的大树遮住了阳光，偶尔几寸漏下的也被锋利的叶子狠狠捻碎，陈腐的光线在糙黑的墙上投下稀落的影子，使本就狭窄冗长的路更显幽深。一片看过去，整个村子紧凑在一圈里，就像是被孩子粗粗堆砌在一起的积木。但是，然后，却是那无与伦比的美丽。如同我窒息挣扎很久，
冲出束缚大口呼吸那般的惊喜，生命的惊喜。麦穗受指令似的排列着，连起很长很长的波浪，蔓延至田野的边际，可是我却看不见它的边际。自己的眼界不大，视线在寻觅了很久之后，还是找不到油画中浅浅的金边。画里的麦田总还是死寂的，即使再浓烈而刺眼的金色，看久了，还是一张纸。而此时，它却真实鲜活地在我眼前。我能感受悸动的蓄势待发。是这个村庄隐藏在沉寂背后的那股生机，强烈对比好象一种暗示。我抬头便看见湛蓝的天空，比田野还大那么那么多，此时浮云静谧衬在蓝布上，为这真正的无边无际的寂寥中添些温暖。尽管它的衬托那么渺小。那蓝天有时竟让我恐惧，想象自己如果飘荡在宇宙，仅是小颗粒。现在，我踏在温热的土地上，湮没于金色，很踏实。这可以勉强算幸福吧。这突兀的山，孤零零地伫立在村落和麦田的左旁，不恰的比例成奇怪的三角状。我登上山颠，俯看底下。走过的甬道，经过的人家；刚离开的田地里，依旧的寂静。想起几句歌词：“天上风筝在天上飞地上人儿在地上追你若担心你不能飞你有我的蝴蝶天上风筝在天上飞地上人儿在地上追我若担心我不能飞我有你的草原”我现在仿佛抬手便能触碰天际，危险的飞翔感。轻踮起脚，手向上延伸，指尖缓缓升，已经悬空，却还是差那么一点儿，怎样都无法逾越看似很小的距离。小步往前迈，那一刻，甚至对跌下去都义无返顾。这愚笨的动作，是属于我小小的豪迈。我的抒情诗，洋洋洒洒地铭写在记忆中。
