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Written by Cynthia Kirk (MUSIC)VOICE ONE:I’m Mary Tillotson.VOICE TWO:And I’m Steve Ember with the VOA Special English program, PEOPLE IN AMERICA. Today, we tell about writer Langston Hughes, who has been called the poet voice of African Americans. (MUSIC)VOICE ONE:Langston Hughes is usually thought of as a poet. But he also wrote novels, plays, short stories, essays, autobiographies, newspaper columns, children’s books, and the words to operas. He also translated into English the works of foreign poets. Hughes was one of the first black writers who could support himself by his writings. He is praised for his ability to say what was important to millions of black people. Hughes produced a huge amount of work during his lifetime. He also has influenced the work of many other writers. He wrote for almost fifty years.VOICE TWO:Langston Hughes Langston Hughes was famous for his descriptions of black American life. He used his work to praise his people and voice his concerns about race and social injustice. His work is known all around the world and has been translated into many languages.Hughes’s poetry had serious messages. He often wrote about racial issues, describing his people in a realistic way. Although his story was not often pleasant, he told it with understanding and with hope.(MUSIC)VOICE ONE:Langston Hughes was born in Joplin, Missouri, in Nineteen-Oh-Two. His parents were separated. He spent most of his childhood with his grandmother in Lawrence, Kansas. She told him stories about their family and their fight to end slavery. Her storytelling filled him with pride in himself and his race. He first began to write poetry when he was living with her. When he was fourteen, he moved to Cleveland, Ohio, to stay with his mother and her new husband.He attended Central High School in Cleveland, Ohio. Langston was named Class Poet one year. He published his first short stories while he was still in high school. VOICE TWO:Langston Hughes struggled with a feeling of loneliness caused by his parent’s divorce. He developed a love of ing books as a way to deal with the lack of time his parents spent with him. His love for ing grew into a desire to write. He wanted to reproduce the powerful effect other writers had made upon him. Among the early influences on his writing were poets Walt Whitman, Carl Sandburg and Paul Lawrence Dunbar.After graduating from high school in Nineteen-Twenty, Langston moved to Mexico City to live with his father for one year. His father had moved there to escape racism in America. His father did not offer much warmth to his son. Yet, Langston turned the pain caused by his family problems into one of his most famous poems, “The Negro Speaks of Rivers.” In this poem, he speaks of the strength and pride of black people in ancient African civilizations and in America.(READING)VOICE ONE:Langston Hughes learned a lot about race, and about social and economic conditions while he was in Mexico. His ability to speak Spanish and his brown skin often made it easy for him to appear to be a native. Many of his works, including a play for children, deal with his days in Mexico. During the time he stayed with his father in Mexico, Langston wrote many poems because he was always unhappy. He once said that he usually created his best work when he was really not happy.Langston had a troubled relationship with his father from which he never recovered fully. His father did not think he could earn a living as a writer. His mother, however, recognized his need to be a poet. Article/200802/28052。

6In the four hundred and eightieth year after the Israelites had come out of Egypt, in the fourth year of Solomon's reign over Israel, in the month of Ziv, the second month, he began to build the temple of the Lord . 2The temple that King Solomon built for the Lord was sixty cubits long, twenty wide and thirty high. 3The portico at the front of the main hall of the temple extended the width of the temple, that is twenty cubits, and projected ten cubits from the front of the temple. 4He made narrow clerestory windows in the temple. 5Against the walls of the main hall and inner sanctuary he built a structure around the building, in which there were side rooms. 6The lowest floor was five cubits wide, the middle floor six cubits and the third floor seven. He made offset ledges around the outside of the temple so that nothing would be inserted into the temple walls. 7In building the temple, only blocks dressed at the quarry were used, and no hammer, chisel or any other iron tool was heard at the temple site while it was being built. 8The entrance to the lowest floor was on the south side of the temple; a stairway led up to the middle level and from there to the third. 9So he built the temple and completed it, roofing it with beams and cedar planks. 10And he built the side rooms all along the temple. The height of each was five cubits, and they were attached to the temple by beams of cedar. 11The word of the Lord came to Solomon: 12"As for this temple you are building, if you follow my decrees, carry out my regulations and keep all my commands and obey them, I will fulfill through you the promise I gave to David your father. 13And I will live among the Israelites and will not abandon my people Israel." 14So Solomon built the temple and completed it. 15He lined its interior walls with cedar boards, paneling them from the floor of the temple to the ceiling, and covered the floor of the temple with planks of pine. 16He partitioned off twenty cubits at the rear of the temple with cedar boards from floor to ceiling to form within the temple an inner sanctuary, the Most Holy Place. 17The main hall in front of this room was forty cubits long. 18The inside of the temple was cedar, carved with gourds and open flowers. Everything was cedar; no stone was to be seen. 19He prepared the inner sanctuary within the temple to set the ark of the covenant of the Lord there. 20The inner sanctuary was twenty cubits long, twenty wide and twenty high. He overlaid the inside with pure gold, and he also overlaid the altar of cedar. 21Solomon covered the inside of the temple with pure gold, and he extended gold chains across the front of the inner sanctuary, which was overlaid with gold. 22So he overlaid the whole interior with gold. He also overlaid with gold the altar that belonged to the inner sanctuary. 23In the inner sanctuary he made a pair of cherubim of olive wood, each ten cubits high. 24One wing of the first cherub was five cubits long, and the other wing five cubits-ten cubits from wing tip to wing tip. 25The second cherub also measured ten cubits, for the two cherubim were identical in size and shape. 26The height of each cherub was ten cubits. 27He placed the cherubim inside the innermost room of the temple, with their wings sp out. The wing of one cherub touched one wall, while the wing of the other touched the other wall, and their wings touched each other in the middle of the room. 28He overlaid the cherubim with gold. 29On the walls all around the temple, in both the inner and outer rooms, he carved cherubim, palm trees and open flowers. 30He also covered the floors of both the inner and outer rooms of the temple with gold. 31For the entrance of the inner sanctuary he made doors of olive wood with five-sided jambs. 32And on the two olive wood doors he carved cherubim, palm trees and open flowers, and overlaid the cherubim and palm trees with beaten gold. 33In the same way he made four-sided jambs of olive wood for the entrance to the main hall. 34He also made two pine doors, each having two leaves that turned in sockets. 35He carved cherubim, palm trees and open flowers on them and overlaid them with gold hammered evenly over the carvings. 36And he built the inner courtyard of three courses of dressed stone and one course of trimmed cedar beams. 37The foundation of the temple of the Lord was laid in the fourth year, in the month of Ziv. 38In the eleventh year in the month of Bul, the eighth month, the temple was finished in all its details according to its specifications. He had spent seven years building it. Article/200809/47731。

The late Boris Nyof is becoming a nonperson. He was president of Akmenistan, a tiny but oil-rich country near Russia. The new president, Ivan Gurba, has banned all media use of Nyof’s name. Gurba has removed all the photos, posters, and statues of Nyof. In the capital city, Gurba has ordered the destruction of a stainless steel spire honoring Nyof. Gurba shut down the spire's floodlights and mechanisms.“From the steel, we will build a Museum of Peace,” said Gurba. The 100-foot-tall spire was brilliantly lit every night for the last 10 years. At its top was a likeness of Nyof’s head, 16 feet in diameter. The head made a complete revolution every 59 minutes. Then it paused for one minute, while flames shot out of Nyof’s mouth, accompanied by the roar of a lion.Every day at noon, “Nyof” gave a three-minute speech talking about what a great president he had been. There was a different speech for each day of the year. Every January 18, for example, Nyof talked about how he had paved all of Akmenistan’s dirt roads—by himself. Every July 3, he described how he had invented the Internet.As president, Nyof actually had renamed the days of the week after his siblings, and the sun and moon after his parents. He had banned marriage. Instead, couples in love signed one-year “Friendship” contracts, renewable yearly—if both “friends” agreed.Although citizens thought Nyof was a little weird, they liked him for boldly standing up to occasional threats from Russia. Now that he was gone, Russia seemed more intent on acquiring Akmenistan’s oil—one way or another. Gurba thought that he might help prevent a Russian invasion by removing all traces of Nyof and by building the Museum of Peace. Article/201108/150215。

;Hey, Mom, guess what? Guess who we just met on the train?;;妈,猜猜我们刚刚在车上遇见谁了?;Harry leaned back quickly so they couldn#39;t see him looking.哈利连忙往后靠,以免被他们母子几个人看见。;You know that black-haired boy who was near us in the station? Know who he is?;;你认识和我们一起在车站的那个黑发少年吗?你知道他是谁吗?;;Who?;;谁呀?;;Harry Potter!;;哈利;波特?;Harry heard the little girl#39;s voice.哈利听到的是那个小女孩的声音。;Oh, Mom, can I go on the train and see him, Mom, eh please;;;妈,我能上车去看看他吗?妈,求求你让我去吗;;;;You#39;ve aly seen him, Ginny, and the poor boy isn#39;t something you goggle at in a zoo. Is he really, Fred? How do you know?;;你不是已经见过他了吗,金妮。那可怜的孩子可不是你在动物园里看到的动物呀。哎,弗来德,你怎么知道他就是哈里。波特的?;;Asked him. Saw his scar. It#39;s really there ; like lightning.;;我亲口问过他,亲眼见过他的伤痕像闪电一样,他真的就在那儿。;;Poor dear ; no wonder he was alone, I wondered. He was ever so polite when he asked how to get onto the platform.;;可怜的宝贝。我猜他一定是一个人上路的。当他询问如何才能找到站台时是多么的彬彬有礼啊。;;Never mind that, do you think he remembers what You-Know-Who looks like?;;别光注意那些。你觉得他还记得#39;那个人#39;是怎样的吗?;Their mother suddenly became very stern.母亲一下子变得严肃起来。;I forbid you to ask him, Fred. No, don#39;t you dare. As though he needs reminding of that on his first day at school.;;我不准你问他这个,弗来德,就算他上学第一天需要提醒,你也不问他。;;All right, keep your hair on.;;好,我不问就是了,可别发火了,妈。;A whistle sounded.此时传来一声哨响。;Hurry up!; their mother said, and the three boys clambered onto the train. They leaned out of the window for her to kiss them good-bye, and their younger sister began to cry.;快上车!;母亲说。三个孩子赶忙从窗口爬上了车。他们从窗户探出头来让母亲好吻别他们,他们的已经伤心落泪了。;Don#39;t, Ginny, we#39;ll send you loads of owls.;;金妮,别哭,我们会送你好多好多的猫头鹰的。;;We#39;ll send you a Hogwarts#39; toilet seat.;;没错,我们还会寄个霍格瓦彻便盆给你!;;George!;;乔治,你怎么说这些乱七八糟的东西?;;Only joking, Mom.;;妈,我不过是开开玩笑罢了,可别当真。;The train began to move. Harry saw the boysrsquo; mother waving and their sister, half laughing, half crying, running to keep up with the train until it gathered too much speed, then she fell back and waved.列车缓缓启动了,哈利看到那几个孩子的母亲在向他们挥手告别,而他们的,眼泪涟涟的脸上带着欢笑,飞跑着想跟上正在加速的列车,直到跟不上了,但她仍一个劲地挥手告别。。

An 80-year-old woman died Tuesday afternoon in a fire. The blaze was reported about 2:30 p.m. at a home on Sunnyside Avenue. The victim was identified as Mary Cass. Her husband, Roy Cass, 80, was not at home at the time of the fire. Investigators from the local fire department were trying to determine the exact cause of the fire. They said it looked like the woman had fallen asleep on the sofa with a cigarette in her hand.The value of the home was estimated at 0,000. The Casses were married in 1945. Both of them had been smokers throughout most of their lives.Mr. Cass said, “Six months ago, we decided to quit smoking, because we wanted to live to be 100. So we went to a smoking cessation clinic. The clinic worked! We both managed to quit a month ago. At least I thought we both did. I can't believe she was smoking behind my back.”Mr. Cass started sobbing after his remarks. He repeatedly cried out his wife’s name. Authorities took him to a nursing home where he could be kept under surveillance.“We’ve had too many instances of long-time married couples who, if they discover their spouse is dead, commit suicide within 48 hours,” said a nursing home spokesperson. “Mr. Cass’s behavior has been erratic, from talking nonstop to crying to staring vacantly. We are going to have to watch him closely.” Article/201107/143110。

Sidney re the song list and artists. He noticed that the classic song “Moon River” was sung by Danny Williams; Sidney thought that the original artist was actually Andy Williams. He told Gita that he had his doubts. She told him not to buy it, but he decided to take a chance on it—after all, it was only .99. What could they lose, he joked. When they got home and played the CDs in that set, both of them were disappointed.“When are you going to learn to listen to me?” Gita asked Sidney as she rapped him in the head with the box of the CD set. Sidney told her that he would take it back to see if he could exchange it. “Of course not!” Gita said. “The receipt says that you cannot return an opened package.”Sidney took it back anyway; he hoped that he could charm the sales clerk into giving him an exchange. He couldn’t. She said that the only thing she could do was buy the CD set back from him. He said that that was okay with him, figuring that she was going to pay him .99 plus tax. She typed the title of the set into her computer. A few moments later, she told him that she would be able to give him 70 cents. “You mean seventy cents for each CD?” Sidney asked. “No, 70 cents for the set,” she replied. Sidney laughed. He was getting ripped off by two different companies for the same item. On his way out of the store, he decided he would regift the set as an office Christmas present. Article/201108/148280。

She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways by William WadsworthShe dwelt among the untrodden waysBeside the springs of Dove,A Maid whom there were none to praiseAnd very few to love; A violet by a mossy stoneHalf hidden from the eye!Fair as a star, when only oneIs shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could knowWhen Lucy ceased to be;But she is in her grave, and, oh,The difference to me! Article/200912/91362。

The Headless Horseman 02无头骑士 02  The Dutchman let out a terrible scream as the horse leapt toward him at a full gallop. He took to his heels, running as fast as he could, making for the bridge since he knew that ghosts and evil spirits did not care to cross running water. He stumbled suddenly and fell, rolling off the road into a melting patch of snow. The headless rider thundered past him, and the man got a second look at the headless ghost. It was wearing a Hessian commander's uniform.   The Dutchman waited a good hour after the ghost disappeared before crawling out of the bushes and making his way home. After fortifying himself with schnapps, the Dutchman told his wife about the ghost. By noon of the next day, the story was all over Tarrytown. The good Dutch folk were divided in their opinions. Some thought that the ghost must be roaming the roads at night in search of its head. Others claimed that the Hessian soldier rose from the grave to lead the Hessian soldiers in a charge up nearby Chatterton Hill, not knowing that the hill had aly been taken by the British.   Whatever the reason, the Headless Horseman continues to roam the roads near Tarrytown on dark nights from that day to this.  那马飞快得向荷兰人奔过来,他惊恐地尖叫了一声,拔腿就跑,他全速向河边跑去,因为他知道鬼魂和邪恶的幽灵都不敢穿过流水。他突然一个趔趄,跌到在地,滚到了一堆还没化尽的积雪上。无头骑士从他身边呼啸而过,他又看了一眼那个无头骑士,发现他穿着黑森指挥官的制。  无头骑士消失后,荷兰人足足等了一个小时才敢从灌木丛里爬出来回家。回到家,荷兰人喝了点杜松子酒壮壮胆后,告诉了妻子他遇到鬼的故事。到第二天中午,故事便传遍了整个塔利镇。好心的荷兰人意见产生了分歧。有些人认为鬼魂一定是在夜里四处游荡找他的头。另一些人则认为这个黑森士兵还不知道附近的查特顿山已被英国人占领,他从坟墓里出来便是要领导其他黑森士兵向那儿冲锋。  不管是什么原因吧,从那天起,这个无头骑士便总在漆黑的夜晚在塔利镇附近的路上游荡。 Article/200811/56875。