I have found out that some shops close on Wednesday afternoon, as does the library. What night is Late night shopping for Saffron Walden. And what do the surrounding villages have to offer, and when?

Duanwu Festival is a traditional Chinese festival held on the fifth day of the fifth month of the Chinese calendar. It is also known as the Double Fifth.It has since been celebrated, in various ways, in other parts of East Asia as well. In the West, it's commonly known as Dragon Boat Festival.

　　The exact origins of Duan Wu are unclear, but one traditional view holds that the festival memorializes the Chinese poet Qu Yuan (c. 340 BC-278 BC) of the Warring States Period. He committed suicide by drowning himself in a river because he was disgusted by the corruption of the Chu government. The local people, knowing him to be a good man, decided to throw food into the river to feed the fish so they would not eat Qu's body. They also sat on long, narrow paddle boats called dragon boats, and tried to scare the fish away by the thundering sound of drums aboard the boat and the fierce looking carved dragon head on the boat's prow.

　　In the early years of the Chinese Republic, Duan Wu was also celebrated as "Poets' Day," due to Qu Yuan's status as China's first poet of personal renown.wow power leveling,

　　Today, people eat bamboo-wrapped steamed glutinous rice dumplings called zongzi (the food originally intended to feed the fish) and race dragon boats in memory of Qu's dramatic death.

　People's ideas on scores vary from person to person. Some think that scores are very important. They think in this way because scores have always been the only means to tell whether a student has a good command of the subject they have learned.

　　To illustrate, they say scores are often used to determine whether a student should go to college or not. Scores are also used to decide whether he can further his study after graduation. Scores are still used to decide whether he can get a job in the job market. Others, on the other hand, holdthat scores are not so important as practical knowledge. They suggest that students with high scores at school are not necessarily competent in their work after graduation. Our society does not need those who can perform very well in examinations; instead, it needs those with practical skills.

　　I think both of the above views have their limitations. Having lots of theoretical knowledge without enough practical skills is no good, nor is having lots of practical skills without enough theoretical knowledge. Only when we have a combination of both, can we be called qualified students of new China.

The Cultural Revolution in China (1966.5-1976.10) was a large scale political campaign launched by the late iron man Mao Zetong. Afraid of China's heading for the so-called revisionist road, which was alien to the orthodox Marxist doctrine, Mao gathered a bloc of radicals to aid him in his attack on the leadership of the Communist Party. Law-and-order was shattered. The whole country was in complete upheaval. Good-willed as the intent might seem, the CR turned out to be a nightmare in the history of China's development. Official Chinese Communist Party documents termed it as a colossal mistake which is in no conformity with revolution in any sense of the word.
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　　My experience with CR as I remember is that everywhere there were Red Guards, those Mao's crazy supporters. The feverish RGs went so far as to resort to violence, dragging out government officials, blocking railroad traffic, hampering production in factories, fighting among themselves, destroying cultural relics. I still recall a remote relative of mine, whose family was victim to the fractional fight among the RGs. Members of the family belonged to and believed in different RG organizations. They argued, debated, and there was no peace at home. At last, they fought with fists. As a tragic result, one lost an eye. What is really sad is that this is only a very small incident in the tragedy of the whole nation.

　　A wrong revolution waged by a problem-minded leader made common people suffer. This is the real picture of CR.

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Memory Lane Isn't What It Used to Be
About this time every year,I get very nostalgic.Walking through my neighorhooon a fall afternoon reminds me of a time not too long ago when sounds of children filled the air,children playing games on a hill,and throwing leaves around in the street below,I was one of those children,carefree and happy.I live on a street that is only one block long.I have lived on the same street for sixteen years.I love my street.One side has six houses on it,and the other has only two houses,with a small hill in the middle and a huge cottonwood tree on one end.When I think of home,I think of my street,only I see it as it was before.Unfortunately,things change.One day,not long ago,I looked around and saw how different everything has become.Life on my street will never be the same because neighbors are quickly growing old,friends are growing up and leaving,and the city is planning to destroy my precious hill and sell the property to contractors. (wow power leveling,)

It is hard for me to accept that many of my wonderful neighbors are growing old and won't be around much longer.I have fond memories of the couple across the street,who sat together on their porch swing almost every evening,the widow next door who yelled at my brother and me for being too loud,and the crazy old man in a black suit who drove an old car.In contrast to those people,the people I see today are very old neighbors who have seen better days.The man in the black suit says he wants to die,and another neighbor just sold his house and moved into a nursing home.The lady who used to yell at us is too tired to bother anymore,and the couple across the street rarely go out to their front porch these days.It is dufficult to watch these precious people as they near the end of their lives because at one time I thought they would live forever. (wow gold,)

The "comings and goings" of the younger generation of my street are now mostly "goings" as friends and peers move on.Once upon a time,my life and the lives of my peers revolved aroung home.The boundary of our world was the gutter at the end of the street. (world of warcraft power leveling,) We got pleasure from playing night games,or from a breathtaking ride on a tricycle.Things are different now,as my friends become adults and move on.Children who rode tricycles now drive cars.The kids who once played with me now have new interests and values as they go their separate ways.Some have gone away to college,a few got married,two went into the army,and one went to prison.Watching all these people grow up and go away only makes me long for the good old days.

Perhaps the biggest change on my street is the fact that the city is going to turn my precious hill into several lots for new homes.For sixteen years,the view out of my kitchen window has been a view of that hill.The hill was a fundamental part of my childhood life; it was the hub of social activity for the children of my street.We spent hours there building forts,sledding,and playing tag.The view out my kitchen window now is very different; it is one of tractors and dump trucks tearing up the hill.When the hill goes,the neighborhood will not be the same.It is a piece of my childhood.It is a visual reminder of being a kid. Without the hill,my street will just another pea in the pod. (world of warcraft gold,)

There was a time when my street was my world,and I thought my world would never change.But something happened. People grow up,and people grow old.Places change,and with the change comes the heartache of knowing I can never go back to the times I loved.In a year or so, I will be gone just like many of my neighbors. I will always look back to my years as a child,but the place I remember will not be the silent street whose peace is interrupted by the sounds of construction.It will be the happy ,noisy,somewhat strange,but wonderfull street I knew as a child.

The Selfish Giant

Every afternoon, as the children were coming back from school, they used to go and play in the giant's garden.

It was a beautiful large garden. Beautiful flowers grew in the grass. There were twelve fruit trees. In the spring the fruit trees were covered with red and white flowers, and later in the year they bore rich fruit. The birds sang in the trees so sweetly that sometimes the children stopped their games and listened to them. "How happy we are here!" they cried to each other.
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One day the giant came back. He had been away for seven years. When he arrived, he saw the children playing in his garden. "What are you doing here?" he cried in a very loud voice. The children ran away.

"My own garden is my own garden," said the giant. "I will allow no one to play in it but myself. "So he built a high wall round it and put up a notice: Keep out. He was a very selfish giant.
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So the children had nowhere to play. They tried to play on the road, but the road was dusty and full of hard stone, and they did not like it. They wandered round the high walls when their lessons were finished and talked about the beautiful garden inside. "How happy we were there!" they said to each other.

The spring came, and there were flowers and little birds all over the country. But in the garden of the Selfish Giant it was till winter the birds did not like to sing in it because there were no children, and the trees forgot to bear flowers. Snow covered up the grass, and ice covered all the trees with silver. The north wind came, and driving rain.
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"I can't understand why the spring is so late in coming," said the Selfish Giant as he sat at the window of his house and looked out at his cold white garden. "I hope that there will be a change in the weather."

But the spring never came, nor the summer. When there was golden fruit in every other garden, there was no fruit in the the giant's garden. It was always winter there with the north wind, and snow, and ice, and driving rain.

The giant was lying in bed one morning when he heard some beautiful music. It was a little bird singing outside his window. It was so long since he had heard the song of a bird that it seemed to him the most beautiful music in the world. Then the north wind and the rain stopped.
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"I believe that spring has come at last!" said the giant. He jumped out of bed and looked out.

What did he see?

He saw a most wonderful sight. The children had come in though a hole in the wall and were sitting in the branches of the trees. There was a little child in every tree that he could see. The trees were so glad to have the children back that they had covered themselves with flowers: the birds were flying about and singing with joy, and flowers were looking up through the green grass.

A little boy was standing in the farthest corner of the garden. He was so small that he could not reach up to the branches of the tree, but was wandering round it and weeping. That tree was still covered with ice and snow.replica watches,

"How selfish I have been!" said the giant. "Now I know why the spring would not come here. I'll put the little boy on the top of the tree. Then I'll pull down the wall and my garden shall be a children's playground for ever." He was really sorry for what he had done.

So he went down: he opened the door very quietly, and went out into the garden. But, when the children saw him, they were afraid and ran away. Only the little boy did not run: his eyes were so full of tears that he did not see the giant coming. The giant came quietly behind him. He took the little boy gently in his hand and put him up into the tree. Then the tree was suddenly covered with flowers, and the birds came
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and sang in it, and the little boy put his arms round the giant's neck and kissed him.

"You must tell him to come tomorrow, he must come tomorrow." "We don't know where he lives. We had never seen him before." The giant felt very sad.
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Every afternoon when school ended, the children came and played with the giant. But the little boy whom the giant loved was never seen again. The giant was very kind to all the children, but he did want to see his first little friend. "How much I would like to see him!" he said.

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Jacob Have I Loved
Our story is called Jacob Have I Loved ,by Katherine Paterson. It received the Newbery Award for the best book written for young people in the United States. The story takes place on Rass Island in the Chesapeake Bay along the eastern coast of the United States, near Maryland and Virginia. The story is told by Sara Louise Bradshaw, a 13-year-old girl who lives with her parents and her twin sister Caroline. Here is Gwen Outen with the story.

Rass Island lies as low as the back of a turtle on the dark green water of the Chesapeake Bay. We Bradshaws have lived here for more than two hundred years. I love Rass Island although for much of my life I did not think I did.

During the summer of 1941, every morning McCall Purnell and I would get my small boat and go out to catch shellfish called crabs. Watermen on our island sell crabs and eat crabs. Call and I were right smart crabbers and we could always come home with a little money as well as crabs for dinner. My mother was pleased with money I made.
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"My!" she said, "that was a good morning. By the time you wash , we'll be ready to eat!" I like the way she did that. She never said I was dirty or that I smelled bad. Just by the time you wash up.

She was a real lady my mother, she had come to teach in the island school and fell in love with my father. What my father needed more than a wife was sons. What my mother gave him was girls--twin girls! I was older than my sister by a few minutes. I always treasure the thought of those minutes. They were the only time in my life when I was the center of everyone's attention. From the moment Caroline was born, she took all the attention for herself. When my mother and grandmother told the story of our births, it was mostly of how Caroline had refused to breathe.

"But where was I?" I asked my mother.
"In the basket," she said, "Grandma dressed you and put you in the basket."

Caroline's true gift was her voice. Our teacher, Mr. Rice, said she should have singing lessons. I was proud of my sister, but something began to hurt me under the pride.

One day, Mama and Caroline came back to the island on a boat after Caroline’s singing lesson. There was an old man on the boat whom I'd never seen before. Our island held few secrets or surprises beyond the weather. But all the old people agreed that he was Hiram Wallace . My friend Call and I started visiting Hiram Wallace. We decided simply to call him the Captain.

The Captain stayed at our house when the big storm hit in 1942. Afterward, we took my little boat heading straight for the Captain's house. But nothing was left at the spot where the Captain's house had stood the night before. Even with his white beard the Captain looked like a little boy trying not to cry. ffxi gil,

Not long after that, the Captain married Trudy Braxton who lived on the island. She was not well and did not live long. Soon the Captain came up the path to our house, his face red with excitement. He told my mother and me that Trudy left a little money. ''There is enough for Caroline to go to boarding school in Baltimore, Maryland and continue her music.'' said the Captain.

I sat there as surprised as if he had thrown a rock in my face! ''Caroline!''

My grandmother came up close behind me. I stiffened at the sound of her hoarse whisper. ''Romans 9-13,'' she said. She repeated the saying from the Christian Bible about the competition between two brothers for their father's love. ''Jacob Have I Loved, but Esau have I hated''.

I had always believed the Captain was different. But he, like everyone else, had chosen Caroline over me.
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In the autumn I left school, I spent the winter catching oysters, another kind of shellfish, with my father. That strange winter with my father on his boat was the happiest of my life. I was, for the first time, deeply satisfied with what life was giving me. Part of it was the things I discovered. Who would have believed that my father sang while catching oysters! My quiet father whose voice could hardly be heard in church sang to the oysters! It was a wonderful sound!

I did not want to go back to school, so my mother taught me at home. I passed the test for graduation with the highest grades recorded from Rass Island.

The war in Europe ended in 1945. At the end of crab season Call came home from the war. The body of a large man in uniform was filling the door.
''Call,'' I cried, ''Oh my blessed Call, you have grown up!'' ''That's what the navy promised,'' he said.

Call told the Captain he had stopped to see Caroline. His face burned with happiness when he told the Captain ''She said YES to me,'' he said softly, ''I guess it is hard for you to think someone like Caroline might like me.'' wedding dresses,

I went back to the crab house. Soon after Call and Caroline were married, the Captain said to me, ''This is hard for you, isn't it? What is it you really want to do?''

I was totally empty. What was it I really wanted to do?

''Your sister knew what she wanted,'' said the Captain, ''so when the chance came she could take it. Do not tell me no one ever gave you a chance, Sara Louise. You can make your own chances. But first you have to know what you are after, my dear.''

''I would like to see the mountains,'' I said, and then my dream began to form along with the sentence, ''I might, I want to be a doctor.''

''So what is stopping you?'' the Captain asked.

I realized that under all my dreams of leaving home, I was afraid to go. My mother had told me that she had chosen to leave her people and build the life for herself somewhere else. ''I certainly would not stop you from making the same choice,'' my mother said to me now, ''but all we will miss you, your father and I.''
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I wanted so to believe her, ''As much as you miss Caroline?''

Jacob Have I Loved

If you have a good neighbor, you are a lucky person. You have someone who cares about your needs and your property, who is helpful in the little day-to-day situations that come up, and who is supportive in times of crisis.
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