'Hearts and Crosses,' by O. Henry, Part Two

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高考英语缩略词与缩写单选题30题

高考英语缩略词与缩写单选题30题1.The abbreviation “VIP” stands for “Very Important Person”. In a party, only the VIPs can enter the special area. What does “VIP” mean?A.Very Interesting PersonB.Very Intelligent PersonC.Very Important PersonD.Very Influential Person答案：C。

本题考查常见缩略词“VIP”的含义。

A 选项“Very Interesting Person”是“非常有趣的人”；B 选项“Very Intelligent Person”是“非常聪明的人”；C 选项“Very Important Person”是“非常重要的人”，符合题意；D 选项“Very Influential Person”是“非常有影响力的人”。

2.We often listen to news from the BBC. What does “BBC” stand for?A.British Broadcasting CorporationB.British Broadcasting CompanyC.Beijing Broadcasting CorporationD.Beijing Broadcasting Company答案：A。

本题考查“BBC”的全称。

“BBC”是“British Broadcasting Corporation”，即“英国广播公司”。

B 选项“British Broadcasting Company”表述错误；C 选项和D 选项是关于北京的广播机构，与“BBC”无关。

3.Which one is the correct abbreviation for “World Health Organization”?A.WHOB.WOHC.HWOD.HOW答案：A。

The cop and the anthem

12010181史通"The Cop and the Anthem" is a December 1904 short story by O. Henry. It includes several of the classic elements of an O. Henry story, including a setting in New York City, an empathetic look at the state of mind of a member of the lower class, and an ironic ending.As we all know, The most unique particularity of O. Henry's stories was that it frequently have surprise endings. In his day, he was called the American answer to Guy de Maupassant. While both authors wrote plot twist endings, O. Henry stories were considerably more playful. His stories are also known for witty narration.Most of O. Henry's stories are set in his own time, the early 20th century. Many take place in New York City and deal for the most part with ordinary people: clerks, policemen, waitresses, etc.O. Henry's work is wide-ranging, and his characters can be found roaming the cattle-lands of Texas, exploring the art of the con-man, or investigating the tensions of class and wealth in turn-of-the-century New York. O. Henry had an inimitable hand for isolating some element of society and describing it with an incredible economy and grace of language. Some of his best and least-known work is contained in Cabbages and Kings, a series of stories each of which explores some individual aspect of life in a paralytically sleepy Central American town, while advancing some aspect of the larger plot and relating back one to another.ThemeDuring O. Henry’s lifetime, American capitalism was rocketing. Yet it's not a nation where everybody can enjoy democracy, freedom and happiness. Quite the opposite, United States at that time had become the country of the largest gap. There are extravagant but stingy riches, but also people who were still struggling in poverty. Such social realities led O. Henry to pay more attention to those disadvantaged and vulnerable groups, who were also the realistic epitome of O. Henry’s hero.By describing the fragment of how Soapy tried to put himself in jail by hook or by crook, <The Cop and The Anthem> shows the pathetic fate of lower classes who have no means of livelihood ,exposing the iniquity of United States during nineteen to twenty centuries: Lawbreakers remained at large; The just walk with impunity after breaking the law;People who didn’t break the law was arrested; One did all to go in jail just because he was cold and starving; graceful pleasant young woman turned out to be a prostitute; An umbrella owner turned out to be a thief. Through the darkest really it is quite easy for anyone to find out that the theme would indicate a dark ethos and zeitgeist. Any author would use indignant tirade complaint or denunciation to express. Yet O. Henry wrote a very humorous story, and at the same time, reflecting the same themePlot"The Cop and the Anthem" has only one character who is given a name, the protagonist "Soapy." Furthermore, no last name is given. It is made clear that Soapy is homeless, a member of the substantial army of underclass men and women who had flocked to New York City during the earliest years of the twentieth century.The short story's narrative is set in an unstated day in late fall. Because the city trees' deciduous leaves are falling and there is a hint of frost in the air, Soapy faces the urgent necessity of finding some sort of shelter for the winter. He is psychologically experienced in thinking of the local jail as a de facto homeless shelter, and the narrative shows him developing a series of tactics intended to encourage the police to classify him as a criminal and arrest him.Soapy's ploys include swindling a restaurant into serving him an expensive meal, vandalizing the plate-glass window of a luxury shop, repeating his eatery exploit at a humble diner, sexually harassing a young woman, pretending to be publicly intoxicated, and stealing another man's umbrella.However, all of these attempts are quickly exposed as failures. The upper-class restaurant looks at Soapy's threadbare clothes and refuses to serve him. A police officer responds to the broken window but decides to pursue an innocent bystander. The diner refuses to have Soapy arrested, and instead has two servers throw Soapy out onto a concrete pavement.Soapy's failures to earn his desired arrest continue. The young woman, far from feeling harassed, proves to be more than ready for action. Another police officer observes Soapy impersonating a drunk and disorderly man, but assumes that the exhibitionistic conduct is that of a Yale student celebrating a victory over "Hartford College" in football. Finally, the victim of the umbrella theft relinquishes the item without a struggle.Based on these events, Soapy despairs of his goal of getting arrested and imprisoned. With the autumn sun gone and night having fallen, Soapy lingers by a small Christian church, considering his plight.As O. Henry describes events, the small church has a working organ and a practicing organist. As Soapy listens to the church organ play an anthem, he experiences a spiritual epiphany in which he resolves to cease to be homeless, end his life as a tramp afflicted with unemployment, and regain his self-respect. Soapy recalls that a successful businessman had once offered him a job. Lost in a reverie, Soapy decides that on the very next day he will seek out this potential mentor and apply for employment.As Soapy stands on the street and considers this plan for his future, however, a policeman taps him on the shoulder and asks him what he is doing. When Soapy answers “Nothing,”his fate is sealed: he has been arrested for loitering. In the magistrate’s court on the following day, he is convicted of a misdemeanor and is sentenced to three months in Blackwell's Island, the New York City jail.StyleO.Henry’s novels flew their own colors in the United States and the world literature because of the unique style of deep social content. On the one hand, his novel was constructed unexpected and fascinating plot, which made O.Henry twisted style became a proper noun. Although he is not the first novelist who used this kind of expression, but he brought this practice to great height of flourishment, which made this approach necessarily linked with his name. On the other hand, O. Henry was good at using simple language and dialogue to depict scenes, outline the figures, and highlight their image and personality.As we all know, the work of an author is often closely related to his life experiences. O. Henry’s realistic detailed description was based on his first-hand information obtained by his living experience in Texas and especially New York. Most of O. Henry’s time was spent in the slums,small restaurants and factories spent. He lived impoverished life with people from the bottom, which is the reason that O. Henry's works’ heroes were usually nonentities. As the short story "The Cop and The Anthem"’s hero, Soapy, a homeless, committed all the “crimes”that he could imagine. Because as for Soapy, it was really a luxurious choice to weather through a miserable winter in prison. "Three months of assured board and bed and congenial company, safe from Boreas and bluecoats, seemed to Soapy the essence of things desirable." These little short descriptions truly reflected the nature of American society at that time.O. Henry-stylized humor was a kind of humor that made people smile with tears. His own life experience is one of the reasons: miserable childhood, all tortuous career, prison experience, the death of his beloved wife and the failure of second marriage. That was why O.Henry used a negative, critical attitude to think. The other reason is his cognition of the society at that time: serious polarization. O. Henry had his profound insight into the hardships of the poor. Thus, although the O. Henry was telling the story in a humorous way, the humor was still jerking. In "The Cop and The Anthem", this sense of humor manifested in two ways: First, the plot of the story itself was very humorous: Soapy tried a variety of tricks to go in prison, unfortunately, nothing worked. But when the hymn from the church infected Soapy and he finally decided to fight against the ups and downs of life, he was arrested by the police for no reason. Secondly O'Hern used verbalism to express this sense of humor, this will be discussed in the next section to start. Laughter and tears, humble and noble, dream and reality, all sorts of contrasts reflected the unique humor ------O. Henry’s humor..Only be learning the language features can we understand the work of the author better. In O. Henry's short stories, the use of rhetoric is the most important feature,which makes the story humorous and fraught with wit. The rhetorical in <The Cop and The Anthem> included simile, metaphor, metonymy, euphemism, hyperbole and irony, etc.Simile: "'No cop for youse,' said the waiter, with avoice like butter cakes and an eye like the cherry in aManhattan cocktail." This sentence depicted the angry and witty image of the waiter will be angry and witty images lifelikely.Metaphor: "A dead leaf fell in Soapy's lap.That was JackFrost's card." A piece of ordinary foliage suddenly became the information deliverer of depending winter."He would pull himself out of the mire." "the mire" referred to Soapy’s life: humble and not self-sufficient. Metonymy: O. Henry chose "the Island", "Arcadia", "winter refuge" ", winter quarters" ", limbo" and other words to refer to prison. all of these words meant heaven to Soapy in this cold winter. So that we can gain a deeper understanding of this destitute, homeless character. The author used "blue coats" and "brass button" to refer to the police, not only being humorous, but also show the ridicule towards the "the symbol of law"Euphemisms: "The time had come for him to resolve himself into a singular Committee of Ways and Means to provide against the coming rigour."Here, The "single of the Finance Committee," actually refers to the Soapy himself, the using of euphemism made the language even more jeering.。

作文：《生命中不能承受之轻》的爱与自由

作文：《生命中不能承受之轻》的爱与自由英文版本"The Unbearable Lightness in Life" is a novel written by Milan Kundera, exploring the issues of love and freedom. In the novel, the love between the protagonist Thomas and Theresa prompts people to reflect on the essence of love, while also exploring individual freedom and social constraints.In the novel, the relationship between Thomas and Theresa faces various challenges and tests from the beginning. Thomas's pursuit of freedom makes him appear indifferent and unreliable in his emotions, while Theresa hopes to get his sincerity. The contradictions and conflicts between them plunged them into difficulties, ultimately leading to a tragic ending.Love is portrayed as exceptionally fragile and unstable in "The Unbearable Lightness of Life". In real life, we can also find similar situations. Many times, we pursue the lightness and romance of love, but overlook the truth and preciousness of love. Love needs to be built on trust and loyalty, rather than relying solely on temptation and passion.In addition, the novel also explores individual freedom and social constraints. Thomas has always pursued personal freedom and independence, but he is limited and oppressed by society. His choices and decisions were limited by external environment and social norms, ultimately resulting in his inability to attain true freedom and happiness.In today's society, there are also many contradictions and conflicts between individual freedom and social norms. We often feel constrained and restricted, unable to make the choices we truly enjoy. However, only by finding our own way of life and true happiness can we have true freedom and happiness.In summary, love and freedom are portrayed in "The Unbearable Lightness of Life" as extremely profound and authentic. By comparing the love and individual freedom between Thomas and Theresa with the constraints of society, we can better understand the true meaning of love and freedom, and better find our own way of life and happiness. This article is set against the backdrop of the novel "Unbearable Lightness in Life", and revolves around the theme of love and freedom. The structure is clear, the viewpoint is clear, and the language is fluent, expressing the author's unique insights中文版本《生命中不能承受之轻》是一部由米兰·昆德拉执笔的小说，探讨了爱与自由的问题。

欧亨利的作品介绍

欧·亨利(O.Henry)部分作品中英文
麦琪的礼物--Gift Of The Magi 爱的奉献--A Service Of Love 警察和赞美诗--The Cop And The Anthem 财神与爱神--The Mammon And The Archer 没有完的故事--An Unfinished Story 忙碌经纪人的浪漫史--The Romance Of A Busy Broker 刎颈之交--Telemachus, Friend 婚姻手册--The Handbook Of Hymen 比绵塔薄饼--The Pimienta Pancake 公主与美洲狮--The Princess And The Puma 催眠术家杰甫·彼得斯--Jeff Peters As A Personal Magnet 精确的婚姻学--The Exact Science Of Matrimony 艺术良心--Conscience In Art 双料骗子--A Double-dyed Deceiver 女巫的面包--Withes' Loaves 吉米·海斯和缪里尔--Jimmy Hayes And Muriel 小熊约翰·汤姆的返祖现象--The Atavism Of John Tom Little Bear 提线木偶--The Marionettes 两位感恩节的绅士--Two Thanksgiving Day Gentlemen 最后的常春藤叶--The Last Leaf 丛林中的孩子--Babes In The Jungle 汽车等待的时候--While The Auto Waits 华而不实--Lost On Dress Parade 供应家具的房间--The Furnished Room 索利托牧场的卫生学--Hygeia At The Solito 慈善事业数学讲座--The Chair Of Philanthromathematics 虎口拔牙--Shearing The Wolf 黄雀在后--The Man Higher Up “醉翁之意”--“Next To Reading Matter” 人生的波澜--The Whirligig Of Life

欧.亨利(O.HERRY) --The Cop and the Anthem

The Cop and the AnthemSoapy moved uneasily on his bench In Madison square. it was a sign that winter was coming. A dead leaf fell onto Soapy‟s lap. Soapy‟s mind became heavy with thought of preparation for the coming season.Soapy did not aim very high with his plan for hibernation. He did not dream of Mediterranean cruises or going to the vesuvian bay. All he wanted was three month of peace and quiet, safe from cold winds and bluecoatsSoapy spent many winters on black-week‟s island. Just as his more fortunate fellow New Yorkers had bought their tickets to palm beach and the Riviera each winter , so soapy jad made his humble arrangements for his annual hegira to the island. And now the time had come. On the previous night, his usual duvet of newspapers had failed to keep him warm when he slept on his bench.There were many institutions in the city where he could find lodging and food in the name of charity. But soapy was too proud to receive the gifts of charity. He did not enjoy having to discuss his situation and private affairs with strangers. In Soapy‟s mind, being a guest of the law was a much better option, because a gentleman‟s private affairs would be left alone.Soapy, having decided to go to the island, set about accomplishinghis goal immediately. There were many easy ways of doing this. The best way was to dine luxuriously at some expensive restaurant, not pay the bill, and be handed over quietly to a policeman. A judge would the rest.Soapy left his bench and walked out of the square. Then he walked across the level sea of asphalt where Broadway meets with Fifth Avenue. He walked up Broadway and stopped at a glittering restaurant.Soapy was cleanly shaven and his coat was decent and clean. But he was dirty from the waist down. All he needed to do now was to reach a table in the restaurant unsuspected.“T hen I would order a roasted mallard duck with a bottle of Chabis and a cigar, Soapy said to himself. “A one-dollar cigar would be enough. ”The important thing was to make sure that the total was not too high. The meal needed to be enough to keep him full for his journey to the Island, but not enough to make the restaurant employees too angry.But as Soapy set foot inside the restaurant door, a waiter …s eye fell upon his dirty trousers and shoes. Soapy was thrown out immediately. Soapy needed to come up with a different plan.At a corner of and dashed it through a show window. People camerunning around the corner, followed by a policeman. Soapy stood still, with his hands in his pockets and smiled at the policeman. “Who broke the shop window?” asked the policeman.“It was me，”said Soapy, still smiling.The policeman ignored Soapy completely. Men who smash windows do not stay around to turn themselves tn. They run. The policeman saw a man halfway down the block running to catch a taxi. The policeman drew his club and ran after him.On the opposite side of the street was a cheap restaurant. Soapy went inside and sat down at a table without being challenged. He ate beefsteak, pancakes, doughnuts and pie. And then he called a waiter and told him that he had no money.“Now, go ahead and call a cop,” said Soapy.“We don‟t need to call a cop for you,” said the waiter.The waiter called anther waiter. They were both big and strong. Together they lifted Soapy and threw him onto the pavement. Arrest felt like an impossible dream to Soapy.Soapy walked for another five blocks. Women in furs and menin coats moved happily in the wintry air. Soapy was worried. He feared that some strange spell had made him immune to arrest. Soapy panicked a little. That‟s when he noticed a policeman standing in front of a theater. Soapy decided to show the policeman some“disorderly conduct.”On the sidewalk, Soapy began to scream drunken gibberish at the top of his lungs. He danced and screamed as best as he could.To Soapy‟s surprise, the policeman turned his back to him and walked up to a passerby.“he must be one of them Yale lads,” the policeman said . “They‟re always getting drunk at this time of year. They‟re noisy, but they mean no harm. We‟ve been told to leave them alone.”Spoapy stopped dancing and screaming.“Will no policeman arrest me, ever?” Soapy said to himself. In his mind, the Island seemed like a fairy tale kingdom. The wind was getting colder. he buttoned up his thin coat.Soapy saw a well-dressed man lighting a cigar inside a cigar store. He had set his silk umbrella by the door on entering. Soapy stepped inside, took the umbrella, and walked off with it slowly. The man quickly followed Soapy.“that‟s my umbrella,” the man said quietly.“Oh, really?” said Soapy. “Well, why don‟t you call a policeman?I took your umbrella! Why don‟t you call a cop? There‟s one, right there.” Soapy pointed to a policeman nearby.The policeman looked at the two men cyriously. The umbrella man seemed somewhat surprised by the appearance of thepoliceman.“I think I might have made a mistake,”he said. “if that‟s your umbrella, I hope you‟ll excuse me. I found it this morning in a restaurant. If it‟s yours, I apologize.”“O f course it‟s mine,” said Soapy.The umbrella man walked away. The policeman ran to help an elderly woman cross the street car that was approaching two blocks away.Soapy walked away with a sad face. He threw the umbrella angrily on the floor and muttered bitterly to himself. After some time, Soapy reached one of the avenues to the east. He turned his face toward Madison Square. It was strange how the homing instinct survives even when the home is a park bench.But on an unusually quiet corner, Soapy came to a standstill. There was a very old church. A soft light glowed through a violet-stained window. Soapy could hear the organist playing a hymn. The sweet music caught and held Soapy. He stood against the iron gates of the church with his eyes closed. He listened to the music without even flinching.The moon was high above. There were only a few vehicles and pedestrians in the streets. Sparrows twittered sleepily in the trees. For a little while, the scene might have been a country churchyard.And the anthem that the organist was playing held Soapy still against the iron gates. In the days when Soapy‟s life had such things as a mother and roses and ambitions and friends, he had known music. Soapy‟s mind became clearer. That, with the influence of the old church, brought about a sudden and wonderful change in his soul. He now realize how far he had fallen. He looked back on the days he had wasted away. He had wasted many days pursuing unworthy desires and dead hopes. It was time for a change.Soapy‟s heart responded thrillingly to this novel mood. An immediate and strong impulse moved him. He decide to fight and overcome his poor fate.“I‟m going to pull myself out of this hole,” he thought. “I‟m going to make a man of myself again. I will conquer the evil that has possessed me for so long.There was tome. Soapy was still relatively young. He could still resurrect his old eager ambitions and pursue them successfully. Those solemn but sweet organ notes had set up a revolution in him “Tomorrow I‟ll go into the roaring downtown district, he said. “There, I‟ll find work.”A fur importer had once offered him a job as driver. Soapy would find him tomorrow and ask for the position. He would be somebody in the world again.Just then, Soapy felt a hand on his arm. He looked quickly around into the broad face of a policeman.“What are you doing here?” asked the policeman. “Nothing,” said Soapy.“Then come with me,” said the policeman.“ Three months on the Island,” said a judge in the Police Court the next morning.。

罗伯特与亨利的英语作文

罗伯特与亨利的英语作文Robert and Henry are two good friends who have known each other since they were in elementary school. They have been through many ups and downs together and have always supported each other no matter what. Their friendship is truly special and unique.Robert is a tall and athletic guy who excels in sports. He is the captain of the school's basketball team and has led them to many victories. Henry, on the other hand, is more of a bookworm and loves to spend his time reading and studying. Despite their differences, they get along very well and have a strong bond that cannot be broken.One day, Robert and Henry decided to go on a camping trip together. They packed their bags with all the essentials and set off into the wilderness. They hiked through the forest, set up their tent, and started a campfire. As they sat around the fire, they talked about their dreams and aspirations for the future. Robert wantedto become a professional basketball player, while Henry wanted to become a successful writer.As the night grew darker, they heard strange noises coming from the woods. Robert, being the brave one, decided to investigate. Henry was scared but he didn't want to be left alone, so he followed Robert. They stumbled upon a wounded deer and without hesitation, Robert took off his shirt and used it to stop the bleeding. Henry was amazed by Robert's quick thinking and bravery.The next morning, they woke up to the sound of birds chirping and the sun shining brightly. They packed up their things and headed back home. On their way back, they talked about how much fun they had and how they would cherish this memory forever.Robert and Henry's friendship is a true example of what it means to be a good friend. They support each other, encourage each other, and are always there for each other no matter what. Their bond is unbreakable and will last a lifetime.。

关于情感的英语名言

关于情感的英语名言1. "The course of true love never did run smooth." - William Shakespeare真爱的道路从不会一帆风顺。

2. "To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides." - David Viscott去爱和被爱，就是感受到来自双方的阳光。

3. "The greatest happiness you can have is knowing that youdo not necessarily require happiness." - William Saroyan 你能得到的最大幸福，是知道幸福并非必需。

4. "Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies." - Aristotle爱是由一个灵魂占据两个身体组成的。

5. "You can close your eyes to things you do not want to see, but you cannot close your heart to things you do not want to feel." - Joyce Brothers你可以对不想看的事物闭上眼睛，但无法对不想感受的事物关闭心灵。

6. "The only way to achieve the impossible is to believe itis possible." - Charles Kingsleigh实现不可能的唯一方式就是相信它是可能的。

7. "In the arithmetic of love, one plus one equals everything,and two minus one equals nothing." - Mignon McLaughlin 在爱情的算术中，一加一等于一切，二减一等于无。

Lesson4 Professions for women 名词解释

• William James
Henry James
James Joyce
The Bloomsbury Group
布鲁姆斯伯里团体
• The Bloomsbury Group was a group of writers, intellectuals（知识分子）, philosophers and artists who held informal discussions in Bloomsbury in London during the first half of the twentieth century.
Structure of Text
• Para.1-2 : The introduction of topic . • Para.3-5: Virginia's two genuine personal experiences as a professional writer . • Para.6-7: A summary for author's experiences & speech
The Bloomsbury Group
• Their work deeply influenced literature, aesthetics（美学）, criticism, and economics as well as modern attitudes towards feminism, pacifism（反战论）, and sexuality. • Its best known members were Virginia Woolf, James Joyce,John Maynard Keynes,etc .
Stream of Consciousness • A psychological term • In literary criticism, stream of consciousness is narrative mode(叙述方式) that seeks to describe an individual 's point of view by giving the written equivalent of the character 's thought processes,either in interior monologue（内心独白）.

Hearts and Hands

Hearts and HandsO. HenryAt Denver there was an influx of passengers into the coaches on the eastbound B. & M. express. In one coach there sat a very pretty young woman dressed in elegant taste and surrounded by all the luxurious comforts of an experienced traveler. Among the newcomers were two young men, one of handsome presence with a bold, frank countenance and manner; the other a ruffled, glum-faced person, heavily built and roughly dressed. The two were handcuffed together.As they passed down the aisle of the coach the only vacant seat offered was a reversed one facing the attractive young woman. Here the linked couple seated themselves. The young woman's glance fell upon them with a distant, swift disinterest; then with a lovely smile brightening her countenance and a tender pink tingeing her rounded cheeks, she held out a little gray-gloved hand. When she spoke her voice, full, sweet, and deliberate, proclaimed that its owner was accustomed to speak and be heard."Well, Mr. Easton, if you will make me speak first, I suppose I must. Don't vou ever recognize old friends when you meet them in the West?"The younger man roused himself sharply at the sound of her voice, seemed to struggle with a slight embarrassment which he threw off instantly, and then clasped her fingers with his left hand."It's Miss Fairchild," he said, with a smile. "I'll ask you to excuse the other hand; "it's otherwise engaged just at present."He slightly raised his right hand, bound at the wrist by the shining "b racelet" to the left one of his companion. The glad look in the girl's eyes slowly changed to a bewildered horror. The glow faded from her cheeks. Her lips parted in a vague, relaxing distress. Easton, with a little laugh, as if amused, was about to speak again when the other forestalled him. The glum-faced man had been watching the girl's countenance with veiled glances from his keen, shrewd eyes."Y ou'll excuse me for speaking, miss, but, I see you're acquainted with the marshall here. If you'll ask him to speak a word for me when we get to the pen he'll do it, and it'll make things easier for me there. He's taking me to Leavenworth prison. It's seven years for counterfeiting.""Oh!" said the girl, with a deep breath and returning color. "So that is what you are doing out here? A marshal!""My dear Miss Fairchild," said Easton, calmly, "I had to do something. Money has a way of taking wings unto itself, and you know it takes money to keep step with our crowd in Washington. I saw this opening in the West, and--well, a marshalship isn't quite as high a position as that of ambassador, but--""The ambassador," said the girl, warmly, "doesn't call any more. He needn't ever have done so. Y ou ought to know that. And so now you are one of these dashing Western heroes, and you ride and shoot and go into all kinds of dangers. That's different from the Washington life. Y ou have been missed from the old crowd."The girl's eyes, fascinated, went back, widening a little, to rest upon the glitteringhandcuffs."Don't you worry about them, miss," said the other man. "All marshals handcuff themselves to their prisoners to keep them from getting away. Mr. Easton knows his business.""Will we see you again soon in Washington?" asked the girl."Not soon, I think," said Easton. "My butterfly days are over, I fear.""I love the West," said the girl irrelevantly. Her eyes were shining softly. She looked away out the car window. She began to speak truly and simply without the gloss of style and manner: "Mamma and I spent the summer in Denver. She went home a week ago because father was slightly ill. I could live and be happy in the West.I think the air here agrees with me. Money isn't everything. But people always misunderstand things and remain stupid--""Say, Mr. Marshal," growled the glum-faced man. "This isn't quite fair. I'm needing a drink, and haven't had a smoke all day. Haven't you talked long enough? Take me in the smoker now, won't you? I'm half dead for a pipe."The bound travelers rose to their feet, Easton with the same slow smile on his face."I can't deny a petition for tobacco," he said, lightly. "It's the one friend of the unfortunate. Good-bye, Miss Fairchild. Duty calls, you know." He held out his hand for a farewell."It's too bad you are not going East," she said, reclothing herself with manner and style. "But you must go on to Leavenworth, I suppose?""Y es," said Easton, "I must go on to Leavenworth."The two men sidled down the aisle into the smoker.The two passengers in a seat near by had heard most of the conversation. Said one of them: "That marshal's a good sort of chap. Some of these Western fellows are all right.""Pretty young to hold an office like that, isn't he?" asked the other."Y oung!" exclaimed the first speaker, "why--Oh! didn't you catch on? Say--did you ever know an officer to handcuff a prisoner to his right hand?"。

游子心英文原版

游子心英文原版In the vast expanse of the universe, the heart of a wanderer is a constant beacon of longing and quest. It is a song that echoes through the corridors of time, a narrative that traverses the distances between home and the unknown. The "Wandering Hearts" English original is not just a book; it's a tapestry of emotions and dreams, a chronicle of the human spirit's eternal quest for belonging and understanding.The pages are filled with stories of travelers who,like the Prodigal Son in the biblical parable, have ventured into the unknown in search of adventure, wealth, or simply to escape the familiarity of home. But unlike the Prodigal Son, these wanderers often find that the journey itself is more transformative than the destination. They learn that the heart's truest longing is not for far-off lands or exotic experiences, but for the connections they make with other human beings and the understanding they gain of themselves.The themes of loneliness, belonging, and the intersection of personal and cultural identity are exploredthrough a diverse cast of characters. Each character represents a different facet of the human experience, reflecting the rich tapestry of humanity's shared journey. Whether it's the immigrant yearning for the familiar sights and sounds of home, or the adventurer eager to embrace the novelty of every new horizon, these characters are all bound together by a shared desire to understand and be understood.The beauty of "Wandering Hearts" lies in its ability to resonate with readers from all backgrounds. It's a reminder that, no matter where we are in the world, we are all connected by the invisible threads of emotion and experience. The wanderings of these hearts are not just personal journeys; they are also a reflection of the collective human experience.In conclusion, "Wandering Hearts" is a timeless tale of the human spirit's relentless quest for meaning and connection. It's a book that encourages us to embrace our own wanderings, to find joy in the journey, and to cherish the connections we make with others. As we traverse the vast expanse of life, let us remember that the true essenceof wandering is not in the destination, but in the rich tapestry of experiences and connections we create along the way.**游子心：时空之旅**在宇宙的辽阔之中，游子的心是一盏永恒的渴望与探索的明灯。

你若将心安正,又向主举手英文版

你若将心安正,又向主举手英文版If you set your heart on the right path and lift your hands to the Lord, you will be filled with peace and contentment. This simple phrase carries a profound message about the power of faith and positivity in our lives.Having a peaceful and stable heart is essential for ourwell-being. When we are at peace within ourselves, we are able to handle challenges with grace and ease. We are more resilient in the face of adversity, and we are able to navigate life's ups and downs with a calm demeanor.Setting our hearts on the right path means living with integrity and honesty. It means making choices that align with our values and beliefs. When we live in accordance with our inner truth, we experience a sense of alignment and purpose that brings us joy and fulfillment.Lifting our hands to the Lord is a symbol of surrender and trust. It is a recognition that we are not in control of everything, and that it is okay to let go and allow a higher power to guide us. When we surrender to the will of the Lord, we open ourselves up to receive blessings and guidance that we may not have experienced otherwise.By combining these two practices - setting our hearts on the right path and lifting our hands to the Lord - we create a powerful synergy that allows us to experience a profound sense of peace and contentment in our lives. We are able to overcome challenges with faith and courage, knowing that we are supported by a higher power that is guiding us towards our highest good.So, let us remember the wisdom of this simple phrase - "If you set your heart on the right path and lift your hands to the Lord" - and allow it to guide us towards a life filled with peace, purpose, and fulfillment.。

O Henry选读-The Cop And The Anthem

The Cop And The AnthemBy O HenryOn his bench in Madison Square Soapy moved uneasily. When wild geese honk high of nights, and when women without sealskin coats grow kind to their husbands, and when Soapy moves uneasily on his bench in the park, you may know that winter is near at hand.A dead leaf fell in Soapy's lap. That was Jack Frost's card. Jack is kind to the regular denizens of Madison Square, and gives fair warning of his annual call. At the corners of four streets he hands his pasteboard to the North Wind, footman of the mansion of All Outdoors, so that the inhabitants thereof may make ready.Soapy's mind became cognisant of the fact that the time had come for him to resolve himself into a singular Committee of Ways and Means to provide against the coming rigour. And therefore he moved uneasily on his bench.The hibernatorial ambitions of Soapy were not of the highest. In them there were no considerations of Mediterranean cruises, of soporific Southern skies drifting in the V esuvian Bay. Three months on the Island was what his soul craved. Three months of assured board and bed and congenial company, safe from Boreas and bluecoats, seemed to Soapy the essence of things desirable.For years the hospitable Blackwell's had been his winter quarters. Just as his more fortunate fellow New Y orkers had bought their tickets to Palm Beach and the Riviera each winter, so Soapy had made his humble arrangements for his annual hegira to the Island. And now the time was come. On the previous night three Sabbath newspapers, distributed beneath his coat, about his ankles and over his lap, had failed to repulse the cold as he slept on his bench near the spurting fountain in the ancient square. So the Island loomed big and timely in Soapy's mind. He scorned the provisions made in the name of charity for the city's dependents. In Soapy's opinion the Law was more benign than Philanthropy. There was an endless round of institutions, municipal and eleemosynary, on which he might set out and receive lodging and food accordant with the simple life. But to one of Soapy's proud spirit the gifts of charity are encumbered. If not in coin you must pay in humiliation of spirit for every benefit received at the hands of philanthropy. As Caesar had his Brutus, every bed of charity must have its toll of a bath, every loaf of bread its compensation of a private and personal inquisition. Wherefore it is better to be a guest of the law, which though conducted by rules, does not meddle unduly with a gentleman's private affairs.Soapy, having decided to go to the Island, at once set about accomplishing his desire. There were many easy ways of doing this. The pleasantest was to dine luxuriously at some expensive restaurant; and then, after declaring insolvency, be handed over quietly and without uproar to a policeman. An accommodating magistrate would do the rest.Soapy left his bench and strolled out of the square and across the level sea of asphalt, where Broadway and Fifth A venue flow together. Up Broadway he turned, and halted at a glittering cafe, where are gathered together nightly the choicest products of the grape, the silkworm and the protoplasm.Soapy had confidence in himself from the lowest button of his vest upward. He was shaven, and his coat was decent and his neat black, ready-tied four-in-hand had been presented to him by a lady missionary on Thanksgiving Day. If he could reach a table in the restaurant unsuspected success would be his. The portion of him that would show above the table would raise no doubt in the waiter's mind. A roasted mallard duck, thought Soapy, would be about the thing--with a bottle of Chablis, and then Camembert, a demi-tasse and a cigar. One dollar for the cigar would be enough. The total would not be so high as to call forth any supreme manifestation of revenge from the cafe management; and yet the meat would leave him filled and happy for the journey to his winter refuge.But as Soapy set foot inside the restaurant door the head waiter's eye fell upon his frayed trousers and decadent shoes. Strong and ready hands turned him about and conveyed him in silence and haste to the sidewalk and averted the ignoble fate of the menaced mallard.Soapy turned off Broadway. It seemed that his route to the coveted island was not to be an epicurean one. Some other way of entering limbo must be thought of.__At a corner of Sixth A venue electric lights and cunningly displayed wares behind plate-glass made a shop window conspicuous. Soapy took a cobblestone and dashed it through the glass. People came running around the corner, a policeman in the lead. Soapy stood still, with his hands in his pockets, and smiled at the sight of brass buttons."Where's the man that done that?" inquired the officer excitedly."Don't you figure out that I might have had something to do with it?" said Soapy, not without sarcasm, but friendly, as one greets good fortune.The policeman's mind refused to accept Soapy even as a clue. Men who smash windows do not remain to parley with the law's minions. They take to their heels. The policeman saw a man half way down the block running to catch a car. With drawn club he joined in the pursuit. Soapy, with disgust in his heart, loafed along, twice unsuccessful.On the opposite side of the street was a restaurant of no great pretensions. It catered to large appetites and modest purses. Its crockery and atmosphere were thick; its soup and napery thin. Into this place Soapy took his accusive shoes and telltale trousers without challenge. At a table he sat and consumed beefsteak, flapjacks, doughnuts and pie. And then to the waiter be betrayed the fact that the minutest coin and himself were strangers."Now, get busy and call a cop," said Soapy. "And don't keep a gentleman waiting.""No cop for youse," said the waiter, with a voice like butter cakes and an eye like the cherry in a Manhattan cocktail. "Hey, Con!"Neatly upon his left ear on the callous pavement two waiters pitched Soapy. He arose, joint by joint, as a carpenter's rule opens, and beat the dust from his clothes. Arrest seemed but a rosy dream. The Island seemed very far away. A policeman who stood before a drug store two doors away laughed and walked down the street.Five blocks Soapy travelled before his courage permitted him to woo capture again. This time the opportunity presented what he fatuously termed to himself a "cinch." A young woman of a modest and pleasing guise was standing before a show window gazing with sprightly interest at its display of shaving mugs and inkstands, and two yards from the window a large policeman of severe demeanour leaned against a water plug.It was Soapy's design to assume the role of the despicable and execrated "masher." The refined and elegant appearance of his victim and the contiguity of the conscientious cop encouraged him to believe that he would soon feel the pleasant official clutch upon his arm that would insure his winter quarters on the right little, tight little isle.Soapy straightened the lady missionary's readymade tie, dragged his shrinking cuffs into the open, set his hat at a killing cant and sidled toward the young woman. He made eyes at her, was taken with sudden coughs and "hems," smiled, smirked and went brazenly through the impudent and contemptible litany of the "masher." With half an eye Soapy saw that the policeman w as watching him fixedly. The young woman moved away a few steps, and again bestowed her absorbed attention upon the shaving mugs. Soapy followed, boldly stepping to her side, raised his hat and said:"Ah there, Bedelia! Don't you want to come and play in my yard?"The policeman was still looking. The persecuted young woman had but to beckon a finger and Soapy would be practically en route for his insular haven. Already he imagined he could feel the cozy warmth of the station-house. The young woman faced him and, stretching out a hand, caught Soapy's coat sleeve.Sure, Mike," she said joyfully, "if you'll blow me to a pail of suds. I'd have spoke to you sooner, but the cop was watching."With the young woman playing the clinging ivy to his oak Soapy walked past the policeman overcome with gloom. He seemed doomed to liberty.At the next corner he shook off his companion and ran. He halted in the district where by night are found the lightest streets, hearts, vows and librettos.Women in furs and men in greatcoats moved gaily in the wintry air. A sudden fear seized Soapy that some dreadful enchantment had rendered him immune to arrest. The thought brought a little of panic upon it, and when he came upon another policeman lounging grandly in front of a transplendent theatre he caught at the immediate straw of "disorderly conduct."On the sidewalk Soapy began to yell drunken gibberish at the top of his harsh voice. He danced, howled, raved and otherwise disturbed the welkin.The policeman twirled his club, turned his back to Soapy and remarked to a citizen."'Tis one of them Y ale lads celebratin' the goose egg they give to the Hartford College. Noisy; but no harm. We've instructions to lave them be."Disconsolate, Soapy ceased his unavailing racket. Would never a policeman lay hands on him? In his fancy the Island seemed an unattainable Arcadia. He buttoned his thin coat against the chilling wind.In a cigar store he saw a well-dressed man lighting a cigar at a swinging light. His silk umbrella he had set by the door on entering. Soapy stepped inside, secured the umbrella and sauntered off with it slowly. The man at the cigar light followed hastily."My umbrella," he said, sternly."Oh, is it?" sneered Soapy, adding insult to petit larceny. "Well, why don't you call a policeman? I took it. Y our umbrella! Why don't you call a cop? There stands one on the corner."The umbrella owner slowed his steps. Soapy did likewise, with a presentiment that luck would again run against him. The policeman looked at the two curiously."Of course," said the umbrella man--"that is--well, you know how these mistakes occur--I--if it's your umbrella I hope you'll excuse me--I picked it up this morning in a restaurant--If you recognise it as yours, why--I hope you'll--""Of course it's mine," said Soapy, viciously.The ex-umbrella man retreated. The policeman hurried to assist a tall blonde in an opera cloak across the street in front of a street car that was approaching two blocks away.Soapy walked eastward through a street damaged by improvements. He hurled the umbrella wrathfully into an excavation. He muttered against the men who wear helmets and carry clubs. Because he wanted to fall into their clutches, they seemed to regard him as a king who could do no wrong.At length Soapy reached one of the avenues to the east where the glitter and turmoil was but faint.He set his face down this toward Madison Square, for the homing instinct survives even when the home is a park bench.But on an unusually quiet corner Soapy came to a standstill. Here was an old church, quaint and rambling and gabled. Through one violet-stained window a soft light glowed, where, no doubt, the organist loitered over the keys, making sure of his mastery of the coming Sabbath anthem. For there drifted out to Soapy's ears sweet music that caught and held him transfixed against the convolutions of the iron fence.The moon was above, lustrous and serene; vehicles and pedestrians were few; sparrows twittered sleepily in the eaves--for a little while the scene might have been a country churchyard. And the anthem that the organist played cemented Soapy to the iron fence, for he had known it well in the days when his life contained such things as mothers and roses and ambitions and friends and immaculate thoughts and collars.The conjunction of Soapy's receptive state of mind and the influences about the old church wrought a sudden and wonderful change in his soul. He viewed with swift horror the pit into which he had tumbled, the degraded days, unworthy desires, dead hopes, wrecked faculties and base motives that made up his existence.And also in a moment his heart responded thrillingly to this novel mood. An instantaneous and strong impulse moved him to battle with his desperate fate. He would pull himself out of the mire; he would make a man of himself again; he would conquer the evil that had taken possession of him. There was time; he was comparatively young yet; he would resurrect his old eager ambitions and pursue them without faltering. Those solemn but sweet organ notes had set up a revolution in him. To-morrow he would go into the roaring downtown district and find work. A fur importer had once offered him a place as driver. He would find him to-morrow and ask for the position. He would be somebody in the world. He would--Soapy felt a hand laid on his arm. He looked quickly around into the broad face of a policeman."What are you doin' here?" asked the officer."Nothin'," said Soapy."Then come along," said the policeman."Three months on the Island," said the Magistrate in the Police Court the next morning.。

英美文学史(英国)知识点汇总

英美文学期末复习Chapter 1 The Old and Medieval Period 中古时期An Introduction ：❖最早的英国居民：Celts❖In 43AD , Roman conquered Britain, making the latter a province of Roman Empire.公元43年，罗马征服英国，将其变成罗马帝国的一个省份。

❖In 449 Jutes came to Britain to settle there. Following the Jutes came Angles and Saxons. 449年，朱特人定居英国，紧跟着是安格鲁和撒克逊人。

❖Germanic means the Anglos, the Saxons and the Jutes.日耳曼族包括了安格鲁、萨克逊和朱特人。

❖Anglo-Saxon poetry is bold and strong, mournful and elegiac in spirit.安格鲁撒克逊诗歌大胆而有力，悲伤且忧郁。

❖These tribes from Northern Europe together created the united kingdom--Anglo-Saxon England ("Angle-land").这些来自北欧的部落创建了联合王国--安格鲁撒克逊英格兰(in 449)❖Their dialects naturally grew into a single language called Angle-ish or English, the ancestor of the present-day English.他们的方言自然而然地成为了一种单一的语言--盎格鲁语或者英语。

❖The old English were divided into two groups: ①religious group ②secular group古英语诗歌被分成两类：①宗教②世俗❖The religious group is mainly on biblical theme.宗教诗歌通常以圣经为主题。

The Cop and the Anthem

The Cop and the AnthemBy O. HenryO. Henry (1862-1910), whose former name is William Sydney Porter, is an American eminent novelist and skilled at writing short story. It is well acknowledged that The Cop and the Anthem is one of Henry’s representatives, which was first published in 1904 by New York World.The Cop and the Anthem is a narrative and short story, whose plot may be divided into four parts: the beginning, the development, the climax and the end. The story happens in a late fall. Soapy, the protagonist, who is vagrant and homeless, intends to find a shelter to prevent his body against the wind and cold for three months. The first idea occurs into his mind is the jail on account of the assured board and bed and protected privacy. He thinks that “the law is more benign than Philanthropy”. Therefore, he begins to implement his in-jail plan.In the beginning, he planned to swindle a restaurant into serving him an expensive meal, however, he was shoved by the water when he set foot into the restaurant and was noticed by his frayed trousers and decent shoes. His first “dream”failed. He left unwillingly and stood in front of a shop. He took a cobblestone and dashed it through the glass. People came running around the corner, a policeman in the lead. Soapy stood still, with his hands in his pockets, waiting for the arrest.“Where's the man that done that?" inquired the officer excitedly."Don't you figure out that I might have had something to do with it?" said Soapy. However beyond his expectation, the policeman ran to an innocent man who was running. He failed again.He went across the road and entered a cheap restaurant. After eating a beefsteak and an enormous apple-pie, he said “Now call a cop, I cannot pay. I have n o money, and don`t keep a gentleman waiting”. The waiter seized his collar and threw him out of the restaurant. He despaired definitely but did not give up his “dream”. He went to find the next “aim”. Then he looked a young woman stand beside a road and a cop nearby. He decided to sexually harassing her, but unexpected that he was gotten entangled in reverse. He failed four times. Thing goes on. He pretended to be publicly intoxicated. Soapy impersonated a drunk and disorderly man. He danced, howled, raved and otherwise disturbed the welkin. But it was assumed that of a Yale student celebrating their victory over "Hartford College" in football by the cop. Ultimately, the victim of the umbrella theft relinquishes the item without a struggle. He was really defeated by the cop. He tried six times and failed six. Based on these events, Soapy despaired of his goal of getting arrested and imprisoned.The climax is coming. Soapy lingered by a small Christian church, considering his plight. He listened to the church organ play an anthem; he experienced a spiritual epiphany in which he resolves to cease to be homeless, end his life as a tramp afflicted with unemployment, and regain his self-respect. Soapy recalled that a successful businessman had once offered him a job. Lost in a reverie, he decided that on the very next day he would seek out this potential mentor and apply for employment.However, at that moment, a cop came and asked “What are you doing here?" He replied “ Nothing ”. “ Then come along," said the policeman. “Three months onthe Island," said the Magistrate in the Police Court the next morning. It is obvious that he was arrested for loitering in the end.What a sarcasm story it is! Soapy is not arrested for that swindling a restaurant into serving him an expensive meal, vandalizing the plate-glass window of a luxury shop, repeating his eatery exploit at a humble diner, sexually harassing a young woman, pretending to be publicly intoxicated, and stealing another man's umbrella but for going around on the street. It is can be inferred that what a chaos in the earliest 20th century of America. O. Henry used his satirized words to show the society in the backgrounds. The end of the story is surprised the readers but it is in the sense of reasoning.At the beginning of the story, he used the leaves, the wild geese to intend the time and the sealcoat to show the contrast between the warm and cold. He described Soapy as an abnormal man but not in some terms. He is a complicated man. He wanted being in jail than being saved by philanthropy. However, he may be aware of that he could be a person who is independent not depending on the society. In my opinion, the theme of the story is to release the darkness of the society. Somehow, some people hold that the story states something about chance. When there is a chance, people should seize it or it will disappear soon. Every person has his idea.In sum, it is a wonderful story to taste. Hope the readers may get something helpful. There are some shortages and the advice is welcomed.。

《O·Henry's Short Stories 欧·亨利短篇小说集》 Chapter 2阅读笔记

1.2Chapter2故事回顾：每天精打细算的Della为了给丈夫Jim买一件圣诞礼物，不惜剪掉了一头秀发，并用换来的钱为丈夫配了一条金表链。

而下班回家后的Jim看到短发的Della又将会说些什么？The shop took twenty-one dollars from her for it, and she hurried home7with the eighty-seven cents.商店收了她21块钱，她带着剩下的8毛7分钱匆匆地回家了。

When she arrived there,she looked at her very short hair in the glass.‘What can I do with it?’she thought.For the next half an hour she was very busy.回家以后，她从镜子里打量着自己的短头发。

“我该怎么打理一下呢？”她想。

接下来的半个小时里，她忙成了一团。

Then she looked again in the glass.Her hair was now in very small curls8all over her head.‘Oh,dear.I look like a schoolgirl!’she said to herself.‘What’s Jim going to say when he sees me?’然后她又照了照镜子。

现在她满头都是小卷卷儿。

“哦，天哪！我看上去像个小女生！”她自言自语道，“Jim看到我会怎么说呢？”At seven o’clock the dinner was nearly ready and Della was waiting.‘Oh,I hope he thinks that I’m still beautiful!’she thought.7点钟，晚餐就快做好了，Della等着Jim回来。

chapter1 第一章

Concepts in statistics1. However, this statistic conceals that levels of nitrogen dioxide have changed little since 1983.2. An average is a statistic of central tendency.3. Statistics are numerical quantities calculated from a sample or samples.4. Statistics is a range of techniques or procedures for collecting, organizing, analyzing and interpreting data.Classification of statistics⎩⎨⎧推断性描述性statistics erential statistics e descriptiv statistics infDescriptive statistics: 1) simple summary of the data 1+1=2 4x3=12 5-4=1 2) describe the basic features of the data 3) unchangeable 1+1=2 ≠34) quantitative description + graphical method5) objective description: observations and statistics 6) average deviation chapter 2 Inferential statistics1) inferences based on the descriptive statistics 76 in a test score 2) more or less subjective3) a conclusion beyond the data 4) from chapter 4 onPopulation and sampleShort stories by O. HenryA Blackjack Bargainer A Call LoanA Chaparral Christmas Gift A Chaparral Prince A Little Local Colour A Little Talk About Mobs A Matter Of Mean Elevation A Newspaper Story A Poor Rule A Sacrifice Hit A Technical ErrorAn Afternoon MiracleBest-sellerBlind Man's HolidayBuried TreasureCalloway's CodeChristmas By InjunctionConfessions Of A HumoristCupid A La CarteGeorgia's RulingHe Also ServesHearts And CrossesHearts And HandsHygeia At The SolitoMadame Bo-peep, Of The RanchesNo StoryOne Dollar's WorthOut Of NazarethRound The CircleRus In UrbeSchools And SchoolsSeats Of The HaughtySociology In Serge And StrawSuite Homes And Their RomanceThe Caballero's WayThe CactusThe Detective DetectorThe Dog And The PlayletThe Gift Of The MagiThe Handbook Of HymenThe Head-hunterThe Hiding Of Black BillThe Higher AbdicationThe Higher PragmatismThe Hypotheses Of FailureThe Indian Summer Of Dry Valley Johnson The Last LeafThe Marry Month Of MayThe Missing ChordThe Moment Of VictoryThe Pimienta PancakesThe Princess And The PumaThe Ransom Of MackThe Ransom Of Red ChiefThe Red Roses Of ToniaThe Reformation Of CalliopeThe Roads We TakeThe Rose Of DixieThe Rubber Plant's Story The Snow ManThe Song And The SergeantThe Sparrows In Madison Square The Sphinx AppleThe Theory And The Hound The Third Ingredient The Whirligig Of Life The World And The Door Thimble, Thimble To Him Who Waits Tommy's BurglarTwo Thanksgiving Day Gentlemen 警察与赞美诗带家具的房间托宾的掌纹麦琪的礼物二十年后最后一片常春藤叶财神与爱神失算五月是个结婚月艾基·舍恩斯坦的春药心理分析与摩天大楼失语症患者逍遥记一笔通知放款好汉的妙计剪狼毛决斗各有所长的结局部长的良策几位侦探一千元幽境过客 “真凶”伯爵和婚礼的客人无缘似戏非戏寻找巧遇的人托尼娅的红玫瑰生活的波折卖冤仇多情女的面包::inf ⎩⎨⎧website population inite population finite populationFrequency , relative frequency, probabilityFrequency is the observed number of occurrences.Demo of Wordsmith3 with Brown CorpusRelative frequency is the proportion of the frequency of one observation over the total frequencies of all the observations.class 1 class 2 class 3 class 4 class 576 76 35 45 7678 69 78 78 4567 67 67 67 6798 98 67 98 9870 86 70 65 6746 46 46 46 4698 98 45 98 8770 34 70 36 7073 73 73 73 7384 84 84 84 8991 87 78 77 91average 77.36364 74.36364 64.81818 69.72727 73.54545Probability: the average of averages.Classifications of variables and levels of measurementVariable able ible1. conceptual definition of variablesVariable: independent variable: variables manipulated by the researcher.Dependent variable: variables measured from the subjects2. operational classification of variables:1) nominal level of measurement2) ordinal level of measurement3) interval level of measurement4) ratio level of measurement四、变量及其测量水平研究语言首先要确定具体研究的语言现象（又称观察值），它可能是语言学理论知识，如音位、形位、单词、短语、句子、段落或语篇；也可能是语言习得及学习策略；或是语言测试理论与实践。

欧亨利麻筱演讲稿

欧·亨利（O. Henry, 1862-1910）作者简介：原名威廉·西德尼·波特（William Sydney Porter），是美国最著名的短篇小说家之一，他的创作紧随莫泊桑和契柯夫（Qìhēfū）之后，他的作品作品构思新颖，语言诙谐，结局常常出人意外，而又独树一帜，又因描写了众多的人物，富于生活情趣，被誉为“美国生活的幽默百科全书”。

曾被评论界誉为曼哈顿桂冠散文作家和美国现代短篇小说之父。

生平：他的一生富于传奇性，距华盛顿州不远的北卡罗来纳州有一个名叫格林斯波罗的小镇。

1862年9月11日，小镇里一位不得志的医生和他美丽纤弱的妻子生了一个大眼睛、不大强壮的孩子。

谁也不曾想到，在19世纪末20世纪初，这个孩子以欧·亨利的笔名平步文坛，成为一个深受美国和世界读者喜欢的伟大小说家，并且在百年之后仍然保持着长久的影响和魅力。

欧·亨利的人生之路崎岖、艰苦而又不幸1862年9月11日出生于美国北卡罗来纳州格林斯波罗镇一个医师家庭。

1865年他（3岁）丧母，家境贫寒，从小由祖母抚养。

1877年（15岁）便开始在他一个远房叔叔的药店里当学徒(马克吐温1877年开始写《王子与贫儿》)，1882年（20岁）由于健康原因去得克萨斯州的一个牧场当了两年牧牛人，积累了对西部生活的亲身经验。

1884年（22岁）以后他在得克萨斯做过不同的工作，先后当过药剂师、绘图员，第一国民银行奥斯汀银行当出纳员，土地局办事员、新闻记者。

他还办过一份名为《滚石》的幽默周刊，并在休斯敦一家日报上发表幽默小说和趣闻逸事。

这一时期他的生活极不安定，但却为日后写作积累了不少的生活素材。

1887年（25岁），亨利与亚瑟尔·阿斯特斯结婚并生了一个女儿，正当他的生活颇为安定之时，却发生了一件改变他命运的事情。

1894年10月，银行发现他的帐目短缺了现金，法院审讯后宣布不予追究，于是他辞职离开了奥斯丁，来到休斯敦的幽默刊物《滚石》当美术编辑，第二年又成为《休斯敦邮报》的专栏作者。

欧亨利英文介绍

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Innovation in storytelling
O. Henry's unique style of storytelling, with surprise endings and unexpected plot twists, influenced later generations of writers and is still popular today.
Short stories
"The Four Million": This novel is O. Henry's longest work and is a collection of short stories that are unified by the theme of New York City. It explores the lives and relationships of diverse characters, showcasing the author's unique wit and irony.
The influence on American literature
Recognition outside the US
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O. Henry's works are also highly regarded and studied in other countries, demonstrating his universal appeal and contribution to world literature.
Early Years
Education
After graduating from high school in 1880, Porter attended the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill for two years. He then transferred to the prestigious Virginia Military Institute in Lexington, Virginia, where he studied for a year before dropping out due to lack of funds.