问答题孔子

问答题EMS

问答题John Bull

问答题安全生产

问答题有号召力，能领导复杂项目

问答题They were in great-coats with scarves and comforters round their necks, and hats or caps drawn well down; and they sat mostly in dejected attitudes, bending forward, their hands resting on the handles of their sticks, some with their chins on their hands, but all gazed in one direction over the cold grey sea. Strangers to each other, unlike in life and character, coming from widely separated places,some probably from countries beyond the ocean, yet all here, silently gazing in one direction beyond that rocky foreland, with the same look of infinite weariness on their grey faces and in their dim sad eyes, as if one thought and feeling and motive had drawn them to this spot. Can it be that the sentiment or fancy which is sown in our minds in childhood and lies asleep and forgotten in us through most of our years, revives and acquires towards the end a new and strange significance when we have entered upon our second childhood? The period, I mean, when we recover our ancient mental possession-the heirlooms which cannot be alienated or lost, which have descended to us from our remotest progenitors through centuries and thousands of years. These old men cannot see the objects which appear to younger eyes—the distant passing ships, and the land that dim, broken line, as of a low cloud on the horizon, of the islands: their sight is altered from what it was, yet is, perhaps, now able to discern things invisible to us—other uncharted islands. What are they, these other islands, and what do we know of them? Nothing at all; indeed, nothing can be known to the generality; only these old men, sitting on rocks and gazing at vacancy, might enlighten us if they would. （1）Undoubtedly there are differences of sight among them which would make their descriptions vary， but they would probably all agree in affirming that the scene before them has no resemblance to the earlier vision. This grey-faced very old man with his chin on his hands, who looks as if he had not smiled these many years, would perhaps smile now if he were to recall that former vision, which came by teaching and served well enough during his hot youth and strenuous middle age.

问答题办公室恋情

问答题保税工厂

问答题intellectual property right

问答题UNFCCC

问答题八面体

问答题天色渐昏，大雨欲来，车夫加劲赶路，说天要变了。天仿佛听见了这句话，半空里轰隆隆一声回答，像天宫的地板上滚着几十面铜鼓。从早晨起，空气闷塞得像障碍着呼吸，忽然这时候天不知哪里漏了个洞，天外的爽气一阵阵冲进来，半黄落的草木也自昏沉里一时清醒，普遍地微微叹息，瑟瑟颤动，大地像蒸笼揭去了盖。雨跟着来了，清凉畅快，不比上午的雨只仿佛天空郁热出来的汗。雨愈下愈大，宛如水点要抢着下地，等不及排行分列，我挤了你，你拚一我，合成整块的冷水，没头没脑浇下来。车夫们跑几步把淋湿的衣襟拖脸上的水，跑路所生的热度抵不过雨力，彼此打寒噤说，等会儿要好好喝点烧酒，又请乘客抬身子好从车车座下拿衣服出来穿。坐车的缩作一团，只恨手边没衣服可添，李先生又向孙小姐借伞。这雨浓染着夜，水里带了昏黑下来，天色也陪着一刻暗似一刻。一行人众像在一个机械画所用的墨水瓶里赶路。夜黑得太周密了，真是伸手不见五指！

问答题Silicon Valley

问答题“一站式” 办公

问答题第三产业

问答题the Global Infrastructure Initiative

问答题高铁

问答题Although art historians have spent decades demystifying van Gogh’s legend, they have done little to diminish his vast popularity. Auction prices still soar, visitors still overpopulate van Gogh exhibitions, and The Starry Night remains ubiquitous on dormitory and kitchen walls. So complete is van Gogh’s global apotheosis that Japanese tourists now make pilgrimages to Auvers to sprinkle their relatives’ ashes on his grave. What accounts for the endless appeal of the van Gogh myth? It has at least two deep and powerful sources. At the most primitive level, it provides a satisfying and nearly universal revenge fantasy disguised as the story of heroic sacrifice to art. Anyone who has ever felt isolated and unappreciated can identify with van Gogh and hope not only for a spectacular redemption but also to put critics and doubting relatives to shame. At the same time, the myth offers an alluringly simplistic conception of great art as the product, not of particular historical circumstances and the artist’s painstaking calculations, but of the naive and spontaneous outpourings of a mad, holy fool. The gaping discrepancy between van Gogh’s long-suffering life and his remarkable posthumous fame remains a great and undeniable historical irony. But the notion that he was an artistic idiot savant is quickly dispelled by even the most glancing examination of the artist’s letters. It also must be dropped after acquainting oneself with the rudimentary facts of van Gogh’s family back ground, upbringing, and early adulthood. The image of van Gogh as a disturbed and forsaken artist is so strong that one easily reads it back into his childhood and adolescence. But if van Gogh had died at age twenty, no one would have connected him with failure or mental illness. Instead he would have been remembered by those close to him as a competent and dutiful son with a promising career in the family art-dealing business. He was, in fact, poised to surpass his father and to come closer to living up to the much-esteemed van Gogh name.

问答题free-lance professionals

问答题知识产权