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518 days ago
Social scientists, teachers, and parents are troubled by the kinds of TV programs children choose to watch. These groups of people are concerned about the media's effects on young children. They are worried about the effects of televised violence on society as well as commercials for food. Most importantly, however, they feel TV is one factor that causes declining math and reading scores among schoolchildren. Because of the excessive time spent watching TV, children are spending less time reading and thinking independently. Indeed, youngsters are watching a lot of TV-an average of nearly four hours a day and about 25 hours a week. Upon entering kindergarten at age 5, a child already has spent more hours watching TV than he or she would spend earning a college degree. By the child's 18th birthday, more time has been spent watching TV than on any other single activity except sleep. Clever advertising aimed at children certainly influences them. Very young children don't even ...
520 days ago
A small plane from Kunming carried us over the mountaintops and set us down in Chinghung. It covers an area of 25,000 square kilometers, fifty-five percent of which is moutain forests. Thirty percent of its 620,000 population are Tais, but there are also other national minorities who live scattered mainly in the mountains. We arrived just in time to join in their Water Splashing Festival. It is celebrated by all the minority people, as well as by the Hans who have settled down there. The festival lasts for three days and marks the Tai New Year. We went to a village production team of a Tai commune. All gathered in a large open square, with small basins of water in their hands. Then the dancing began. Six young men wove through the crowd in a large circle, dancing gracefully while beating their drums. Everybody joined in, the Han and foreigh visitors alike. Villagers splashed cadres and local army men, who laughingly returned the compliment. Water flew madly from all ...
520 days ago
寂寞 夜里，独自抱膝坐在窗前，下巴懒懒地放在膝盖上，窗外的栏杆上 爬满了青藤，风过，树叶沙沙作响。四周很安静，窗外的虫鸣很好 听，高高低低、曲曲折折、若有若无，象一曲佛音。静静地听上一 段时间，悲也放下，喜也放下，只剩下单纯的寂寞在心底密密地酝 酿。 The other night I sat alone by the window, my arms wrapping around my shins, my chin resting sluggishly on my knees. Green vines sprawled over the rails out the window. A breeze sprang up and tree leaves started to rustle. It was crisp and quiet all about, except for insects chirping, which was like a Buddhist music, near and far, loud and vague. I listened a while and felt sad no more, ecstatic no more. There was left in me but solitude, which was piling at the bottom of my heart. 就这样呆呆地在窗前坐了一个多小时，仿佛冰川时代遗留下的一方 顽石。想一想，两年来经历了多少事情？记不清了，太多的生活细 节在脑子里缠绕，却不能想起一件完整的事情，只是在心里不停地 问自己“怎样才可以幸福？”。然而一个蠢笨的女人，往往穷一生 心血，也难以企及灵魂深处的渴望，想来想去，直到想得疲惫不堪 ~~~一切都应放下了，只该留给自己寂寞。 Over one hour I remained seated at the window like a stone from the ice age, my mind blank. I contemplated the two years that had just drifted by. What did I do? No clue. ...
