A Travel to Shanghai

17号去了上海,住在大柏树,为了18号的GRE写作考试。呵呵。本打算拍几张照片玩玩,可惜天公不作美,上海的天气跟苏州别无二致,都是阴冷潮湿。要不是酒店的空调,呵呵,晚上估计早就冻成了冰雕了。

因为是阴天,所以照片给人的感觉灰蒙蒙的,不太舒服,不过也好,我们习惯了万里晴空的景象,难得换换口味也不错。

先上几张南京路的照片,上海的传统繁华地带,不过其实我感觉真的没什么特别,不过这些房子还真是有点老上海的感觉:

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17号去了上海,住在大柏树,为了18号的GRE写作考试。呵呵。本打算拍几张照片玩玩,可惜天公不作美,上海的天气跟苏州别无二致,都是阴冷潮湿。要不是酒店的空调,呵呵,晚上估计早就冻成了冰雕了。

因为是阴天,所以照片给人的感觉灰蒙蒙的,不太舒服,不过也好,我们习惯了万里晴空的景象,难得换换口味也不错。

先上几张南京路的照片,上海的传统繁华地带,不过其实我感觉真的没什么特别,不过这些房子还真是有点老上海的感觉:

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下一站是城隍庙,呵呵,类似于武汉的汉正街,不过比汉正街漂亮很多,很值得武汉市政府学习下:

这个地方叫做豫园老街,弄得很不错,里面大多卖手工艺品:

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这是豫园老街外的一排商铺,老板大多会说英语,主要做外国人生意,真是磨刀霍霍哦

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这是美食一条街外的小景,可惜水流太小了,没有流动的感觉

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最后一站是上海的外滩,黄浦江边,不过很冷,寒日里逛外滩,吹江风真不是什么好想法~~

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下面几张是我合并的全景图,不过压缩了下尺寸,呵呵,比较小。说实话,其实武汉的江滩真的不错,比上海的外滩还弄得好看些。只是缺少了上海的现代感而已(对面可是陆家嘴国际金融区)

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看来看去,总觉少了点什么,突然想起来,我忘了东方明珠塔了,不过阴天的效果真是不怎么样:

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Delay on GRE Writing: Depression

It has been quite a long time since the last passage with the language of English. I don’t have a strong desire to make an English writing blog, I don’t have the feeling of this language, but unfortunately, I don’t have the capability of wrtting this passage in Chinese as well. I envy the good writers, either in Chinese or English, that describes the sights naturally with beautiful words and marvelous feeling like a poem.

The postponing of the writing section do harm greatly on my mood. Not only the moeny that I spent for, but also the failure that I get from my heart as a deny to my decision perviously. I don’t know if it is called self-induced pressure, but an approaching of an exam without any good feeling is absolutely not a good signal, which exists not only in exams, but in any realms of lives. As a modern student who is surviving in an emerging economy, it is getting too many choices to make, too many alternatives to consider, and too many failures that may occur. Frankly speaking, I don’t have the intention to take such an exam, a high-level challenge among the English exams, but my consideration of my future is making his full efforts to persuade me to do so. Hereby, three kinds of pressure, parental, peer, self-induced are all intertwined.

But we do have to re-consider the nature and purpose that we study English. As a most developed unit globally, the American pie is pouringly influencing the rest of the word, from economics, military to socialism, even to our daily lives. A primary purpose of English thus comes out that English is to be a key to the door that one can step forward outside the motherland that feed him, and TOEFL and GRE as well as IELTS and GMAT are becoming a popular topic on campus permanently. For my own history of learning which can be dated back to 15 years ago when I was still a lad of 11 and started to know what ABC was like, I never reached the beauty of this language, refered to as English literature such as poems and arts, and the related civilizaton and culture, such as a basic introduciton on the christian conventions. While instead, I have participated in tens, may be over hundreds of English exams and contests, size and levels varying.

An exams-oriented education obviously fails to bring us good usage of the knowledge that we were infused, not only of English, but for many other subjects. A trip to Hawaii in December contributes me great feeling on this. Even though the paper can be fully presented at a symposium, and a discussion can be conducted, big troubles occurs on dining. If the surviving is treated as a criteria here, I dare say, the English education don’t provide me great support on my survival in US. While, I am surely these words may be argued as unsubstantial and unpersuasive by referring to the fundamentals.

Even there are some sort of complaints, I am not Mark Twain who had the courage to quite the election that I fully respect for, stepping forward under the intertwining of all the pressures can be the only solution for me. I don’t know how the future will be, will it be a sunny day? Or will it be of great fog? No one can tell me, and no one can answer it convictively, I suppose.

I appreciate very much a piece of words from Ode to the West Wind, written by Shirley,

If winter comes, can spring be far behind?

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