第1个回答 2010-01-09
要求：有哪些优点和去外国大学利弊？
如果你可以让你的学校一个重要的变化，什么变化？
你是否经常感到疲倦，或因家庭作业的研究和强调？你是如何处理压力？
如果你能与一位名人（活着的或已离世的）进行对话，你会选择谁呢？ 为什么是他？
短文：
Becomes has the touch of humanity
I like listening to music, listening to music to relax
Walk through the golden wheat fields, the one rolling golden wheat sea, the sun painted with gold the world, the air enlivened with the rich abundance of solid this season, before the emergence of a dilapidated country house, dry off the paint and coatings, so that the house looks a mass of bruises, windows, tiles, wooden doors decorated in its body as a block of patches, history tells me that Van Gogh lived here. At least, at this time, he should be here - because it was the morning he was going to commit suicide.
Door that seems empty sweep aside all the doors, I went inside.
Sound. No one said I did not knock on the door a little bit into the owner's surprise and anger, dark musty corridors of the dust in the dancing, the sun as the tide will rush to the back from me. Room, trapped in a deadly silence inside.
Open the second layer on the attic door, I saw Van Gogh's studio and bedroom. And the corridors of the Yin Hui different, the room filled with sunlight, bright genial, lie down on the floor Rengzhao boots, coiled roll socks, broken brush, large and small pieces of canvas torn to bed ... ... edges are tipped in color palette, all colors dry to form a colorful pieces of "canker" shocking.
I bent down on the ground watching a piece of cloth, though only a partial, but the rich colors, as to be almost suffocating, even in the seals between the Van Gogh's talent is enough to shine, when the eyes from under the bed wear penetrating me.
"Who are you? You to do?" In the dark under the bed, only to see the outline of his crouch with his eyes cool, like a waking nightmare.
I Zuodao the ground, the heart contraction, I have the art of devil worship has been close: "I'm sorry, first ... ... President, Mr. Van Gogh, I am from 1999 years ago, to come to you ... ... ... ..."
"Come to me?" He twist the next body, sound and audio-visual metal, hard, harsh, "1999? Very interesting!"
"You come out from under the bed? I ... ... I do not know, sir."
"What? Out?" His eyes burning up, violent anger spewing, such as lava from hell, "you want to call me out, you have to kill me! Everyone like this! Sun, the sun will I burn! I have said many times! you want to kill me! to the 1999 strike you, lies! murderer! "he uncontrollably furious with TOM-TOM with his forehead to hit bed board, limbs twitch sharply, as if drowning person would like to grasp of what kind of eyes - eyes that only Satan would cut some of my skin.
He really is a devil! The world's greatest lunatic, that sank in my numerous years of night crying, singing, roaring mad!
I knelt down towards him: the "out of it, Mr. Van Gogh, the sun will not kill you, it nourishes all things, selflessly give of the world to life, it would be like the love of every one of wheat, every weed, like love you , not eliminate you, it is born to create, as you like. you remember? golden wheat fields of the ocean, like gold in the world - at the moment, they are out the window! "
"The Golden wheat fields? Gold of the ocean?" He's a little quiet, sounds become distant, "the golden world, Hehehehe - But that is false, friends, fake! No real gold in the world! There is no golden wheat fields That is false! the real paradise is not born! and our world is dying, wheat, grass, sunflowers, you and we are in death ... ... a paradise on in death, in death ... ... " He seems to laugh at with contempt under the bed.
"No, wrong! The real paradise is not dead, it had no part of the dark!" I shouted loudly, forgetting their own are now facing the world's greatest lunatic, "it is in music, in color, the art in your li! your art, flowing with intense colors like gold, and the same intense sense of life picture! "Xingyue", "Sunflower" ... ... That is the real paradise, you can not reject it! "
"My art? Ha Ha Ha Ha -"
"Mr. Van Gogh, you have to trust your art!"
"Art! Muse's blood ... blood ... ... ... Apollo, Aphrodite's blood ... blood ...! Allows you to look at my art!"
A thing thrown from the bed out of a small group of gray surface, dry wrinkles, such as an air-dried shrinkage of the stones, I have difficulty breaking it open, a defective "3" - ears, his ears! Nazhi a prostitute in order to cut off the ears!
I can not stand up, face of a madman than I have thought much more difficult, not to mention he is a great madman.
"I know the world hurt you, can even say that it has hurt you." Core inside of my brain that still rang with the sound: Van Gogh can not die! - "Anger may give people inspiration, death to more, but they are by no means is an art in itself! Our world is full of life, every day they are born, and in building our new world of color. Life, eternal life is the real art! Mr. Van Gogh.
虽然字数超过了，但是要全回答起来没有这么多字是不行的
这些都是我辛辛苦苦打出来的哟！
选我吧！