蜿蜒的

China, although in change, but that broad grand palace still stood erect in there, Beijing, we look up to sacred Imperial Palace, just liked passes through in 5000 by it, all previous dynasties emperor's soul has been surging; That tumbling's mother river was still roaring, she not old, the yellow only represents China's color, that deep our livelihood color turned the whitecap to wash China's hero, billowing east; That deep sleep's green big dragon still wound in the world roof, that greatest the Great Wall procession which makes one praise to the heavens in there protector's all China descendants, is guarding, and is ridiculing that crowd of ants yi; That crowd the blood and sweat spread in the deep loess ground industrious people, still in breeding from generation to generation, that spirit, the Confucian thoughts which, the historian pinnacle of poetic creation, the literature treasure, the mysterious Chinese medicine that inherited, but also had the pride which the achievement dragon taught other people, took Chinese people's be proud, took in the world still the magnificent ancient nation not to be possible to blaspheme only, our full laughing, because of us, because our nationality was such great makes one kneel mysteriously bends down in ground lies prostrate in worship, our country was industrious brave has the bright cultural people by a crowd to be composed honestly like this, we loved motherland!!

China，尽管在改变，但是那恢弘雄伟的宫殿仍屹立在那里，北京，我们仰望神圣的故宫，恍如透过它穿越了5000年，历代皇帝的灵魂在激荡；那翻滚的母亲河仍然在咆哮，她没有苍老，黄色只是代表中国的颜色，那深厚的我们赖以生存的颜色翻着白浪淘尽了中国的英雄，滚滚东去；那沉睡的青色巨龙仍蜿蜒在世界的最高处，那最伟大的令人叹为观止的万里长城盘窝在那里守护者所有的华夏子孙，守卫着、并嘲笑着那群蝼蚁般的蛮夷；那一群将血汗播撒在深黄土地上的勤劳的人们，仍然在一代一代的孕育下去，那精神，那传承下去的儒家思想、史家绝唱、文学瑰宝、神奇的中医，还有作为龙的传人的骄傲，作为炎黄子孙的自豪，作为世界上唯一仍旧辉煌的文明古国的不可亵渎，我们酣畅淋漓的大笑，因为我们自己，因为我们的民族是那样的伟大神奇令人跪伏在地上顶礼膜拜，我们的国家是由这样一群勤劳勇敢正直拥有灿烂文化的人们组成的，我们所爱的祖国！！

Hopefully, it will also refer readers back to Sir Wilfred's two great books, to sentences as lovely as this:"Memories of that first visit to the Marshes have never left me:（8）firelight on a half-turned face, the crying of geese, duck ★flighting[16] in to feed, a boy's voice singing somewhere in the dark, canoes moving in procession down a waterway, the setting sun seen crimson through the smoke of burning reed-beds, narrow waterways that wound still deeper into the Marshes."

但愿这本传记也能让读者重新想起威福瑞那两本伟大著作，想起这些动人的语句：&沼泽地的第一次旅行始终萦怀：映照在侧头而望的脸上的火光，群鹅的鸣叫，结对飞入觅食的鸭子，黑暗某处男孩的歌声，顺水而行的独木舟，透过芦苇垫燃烧发出的浓烟看到那绯红的落日，狭窄的河道蜿蜒而入沼泽深处。&

Hopefully, it will also refer readers back to Sir Wilfred's two great books, and to sentences as lovely as this:"Memories of that first visit to the Marshes have never left me:（8）firelight on a half-turned face, the crying of geese, duck ★flighting[16] in to feed, a boy's voice singing somewhere in the dark, canoes moving in procession down a waterway, the setting sun seen crimson through the smoke of burning reed-beds, narrow waterways that wound still deeper into the Marshes."

但愿这本传记也能让读者重新想起威福瑞那两本伟大着作，想起这些动人的语句：&沼泽地的第一次旅行始终萦怀：映照在侧头而望的脸上的火光，群鹅的鸣叫，结对飞入觅食的鸭子，黑暗某处男孩的歌声，顺水而行的独木舟，透过芦苇垫燃烧发出的浓烟看到那绯红的落日，狭窄的河道蜿蜒而入沼泽深处。&

On the first day, when, getting up early in the morning, he came out of the shed into the dawn, and saw the cupolas and the crosses of the New Monastery of the Virgin, all still in darkness, saw the hoar frost on the long grass, saw the slopes of the Sparrow Hills and the wood-clad banks of the encircling river vanishing into the purple distance, when he felt the contact of the fresh air and heard the sounds of the rooks crying out of Moscow across the fields, and when flashes of light suddenly gleamed out of the east and the sun's rim floated triumphantly up from behind a cloud, and cupolas and crosses and hoar frost and the horizon and the river were all sparkling in the glad light, Pierre felt a new feeling of joy and vigour in life such as he had never experienced before.

第一天，他一大早就起了床，走出棚子，头一眼就看见新圣母修道院开始还发暗的圆屋顶和十字架，看见覆盖着尘土的草上的寒露，看见麻雀山的丘陵，看见隐没在淡紫色远方的，长满了树木的，蜿蜒着的河岸，他觉得空气清新，沁人肺腑，可以听到从莫斯科飞越田野的乌鸦的啼叫声，一会儿，在东方天际边，突然喷射出万道霞光，一轮红日从云层里渐渐显露出来。于是，圆屋顶，十字架、露水、远方和那条小河——所有这一切都在阳光下闪烁，这时，皮埃尔感觉到一种从来都没有经历过的，全新的，生活的喜悦和力量。

Hopefully, it will also refer readers back to Sir Wilfred's two great books, and to sentences as lovely as this: Memories of that first visit to the Marshes have never left me:(8) firelight on a half-turned face, the crying of geese, duck ★flighting[16] in to feed, a boy's voice singing somewhere in the dark, canoes moving in procession down a waterway, the setting sun seen crimson through the smoke of burning reed-beds, narrow waterways that wound still deeper into the Marshes.

但愿这本传记也能让读者重新想起威福瑞那两本伟大著作，想起这些动人的语句：&沼泽地的第一次旅行始终萦怀：映照在侧头而望的脸上的火光，群鹅的鸣叫，结对飞入觅食的鸭子，黑暗某处男孩的歌声，顺水而行的独木舟，透过芦苇垫燃烧发出的浓烟看到那绯红的落日，狭窄的河道蜿蜒而入沼泽深处。&★★★NOTES 注释★★★ [1]Wilfred Thesiger：威福瑞塞西格，毕业于牛津大学，既是一名冒险家，也是一名出色的军人。

Hopefully, it will also refer readers back to Sir Wilfred's two GRE at books, and to sentences as lovely as this:"Memories of that first visit to the Marshes have never left me:（8）firelight on a half-turned face, the crying of geese, duck ★flighting[16] in to feed, a boy's voice singing somewhere in the dark, canoes moving in procession down a waterway, the setting sun seen crimson through the smoke of burning reed-beds, narrow waterways that wound still deeper into the Marshes."

但愿这本传记也能让读者重新想起威福瑞那两本伟大著作，想起这些动人的语句：&沼泽地的第一次旅行始终萦怀：映照在侧头而望的脸上的火光，群鹅的鸣叫，结对飞入觅食的鸭子，黑暗某处男孩的歌声，顺水而行的独木舟，透过芦苇垫燃烧发出的浓烟看到那绯红的落日，狭窄的河道蜿蜒而入沼泽深处。&

His book is, however,(7) useful companion to the explorer's autobiography,"The Life of My Choice" Hopefully, it will also refer readers back to Sir Wilfred's two great books, and to sentences as lovely as this: Memories of that first visit to the Marshes have never left me:(8)firelight on a half-turned face, the crying of geese, duck ★flighting[16] in to feed, a boy's voice singing somewhere in the dark, canoes moving in procession down a waterway, the setting sun seen crimson through the smoke of burning reed-beds, narrow waterways that wound still deeper into the Marshes.

但愿这 本传记也能让读者重新想起威福瑞那两本伟大著作，想起这些动人的语句：沼泽地的第一次旅行始终萦怀：映照在侧头而望的脸上的火光，群鹅的鸣叫，结对飞入觅食的鸭子，黑暗某处男孩的歌声，顺水而行的独木舟，透过芦苇垫燃烧发出的浓烟看到那绯红的落日，狭窄的河道蜿蜒而入沼泽深处。

A broad expanse of the river was turned to blood; in the middle distance the red hue brightened into gold;,through which a solitary log came floating ,black and conspicuous; in one place ,a long slanting mark lay sparkling upon the water; in another the surface was broken by boiling ,tumbling rings, that were as many-tinted as an opal; where the ruddy flush was faintest ,was a smooth spot that was covered with graceful circles and radiating lines, ever so delicatedly traced; the shore on our left was densely wooded ,and the somber shadow that fell from this forest was broken in one place by a long, ruffled trail that shone like silver; and high above the forest wall a clean-stemmed dead tree waved a single leafy bough that glowed like a flame in the unobstructed splendor that was flowing from the sun. there were graceful curves ,reflected images ,woody heights ,soft distances ; and over the whole scene ,far and near ,the dissolving lights drifted steadily ,enriching it every passing moment with new marvels of coloring.

还记得自己刚开始船上生涯时所见过的那次辉煌的落日：宽阔的河面一片血红；不远处这红色明亮起来，变成金色，一根显眼的黑色圆森木从中漂过；这边，一根长长的浮标倾斜在水面上，熠熠闪光；那边，翻滚的波浪打破了宁静的水面，像猫眼石般色彩纷呈；微红的水流最缓和处，美丽的涟漪在平稳的水面上层层荡漾开去；左侧的河岸上丛林茂密；一条如银带般闪亮的小径从昏暗的树荫中蜿蜒而出，伸向远处；高高的密林之上有一根无枝无蔓的枯树，仅留有一根带叶的树枝在风中晃动，在太阳一泻千里的光辉里，它宛如燃烧的一团火；还有优美的波纹、水中的倒影、树木葱茏的高地、柔和的远景；放眼望去，由远及近，逐渐裉去的光线随波荡漾，每时每记得都以其新的奇妙着色为这条河添姿增彩。

Vast lawns that extend like sheets of vivid green,with here and there clumps of gigantic trees,heaping up rich piles of foliage:the solemn pomp of groves and woodland glades,with the deer trooping in silent herds across them;the hare,bounding away to covert;or the pheasant,suddenly bursting upon the wing:the brook,taught to wind in natural meanderings or expand into a glassy lake:the sequestered pool,reflecting the quivering trees,with the yellow leaf sleeping on its bosom,and the trout roaming fearlessly about its limpid waters;while some rustice temple or sylvan statue,grown green and dank with age,gives an air of classic sanctity to the seclusion.

大片的草地延展得如同纸上泼洒的生动的绿意，一丛丛的大树遍布周围，树下积聚着大堆的落叶，漫山遍野的丛林及树林间的空地，上面留下了安静的鹿群踩过的脚印；野兔，一跃而过，然后躲藏起来；或者那些野鸡，突然扇开翅膀：小溪，蜿蜒曲折地缓缓流过，或者是延伸汇入到如明镜的湖泊：静僻的湖泊，照映着微微颤动的树木，黄叶卧在塘心，鲑鱼在清澈的河水里无忧无虑地游来游去；而古朴的庙宇，木质的雕像，随着岁月的流逝，而变得潮湿，布满绿苔。给人一种与世隔绝，古典的神圣的氛围。

On the other hand, the more important thing is because the urban housing is a kind of heterogeneity products.

另一方面，更重要的是由于城市住房是一种异质性产品。

Climate histogram is the fall that collects place measure calm value, cent serves as cross axle for a few equal interval, the area that the frequency that the value appears according to place is accumulated and becomes will be determined inside each interval, discharge the graph that rise with post, also be called histogram.

气候直方图是将所收集的降水量测定值，分为几个相等的区间作为横轴，并将各区间内所测定值依所出现的次数累积而成的面积，用柱子排起来的图形，也叫做柱状图。