阅读能力和理解能力是靠大量的阅读来训练和培养的。阅读技巧和方法是在阅读过程中形成的。为了方便同学们在线学习英语，
The picture describes a conversation between two people,one of them said： “I readabout 3 hours a day.My favorite book is Facebook.” The picture intends toinform us that the Internet has exerted an important influence on reading forthe modern citizens.
The phenomenon involves many factors,which canbe listed as the follows. To begin with,with the rapid development of scientific technology,The Internet has become indispensable in our daily life.Undoubtedly,it provides people with many advantages and makes our life morecomfortable and efficient, including the way of reading.Whats more,it is a moreadvanced way to get information needed by people,and an efficient way to search for materials.“I have hardly ever bought any books since 2003.I have been reading online in recent years.”said professor Wang from Peking University.“With the click of the mouse,any stories or information that I want at anygiven time or place,is there.”she said.This may well explain why so many people now prefer to embrace the wonders of the Internet than read print copiesof book or any other reading material.
Every coin has two sides,reading in social networking websites is no exception. Admittedly,there is false and useless information on the social networking websites, it isadvisable that we read more critically and carefully.
Some people prefer to stay in the same job for the same company; but others prefer to change jobs frequently.
You should use specific reasons to compare the advantages and disadvantages of both sides.
The uncritical view that is prevalent among some people at present is that people can no longer expect a job for life. This conception has its advantages, as far as I can see, especially at a time when new technologies constantly turn up. Therefore, a person will have to pursue several careers during his life, so that he will not become technologically obsolete, with skills that are no longer needed.
Furthermore, large corporations sometimes make it a policy to move their men from one job to another. This is the protean man, having several different lives and having a variety of work experiences. But the disadvantages of this frequent shifting of ones job is expending too much time and energy on renewing ones knowledge and learning new skills, and the difficulty of landing a suitable job, especially in a recession when rivalry for employment becomes severe.
In contrast to those protean men, some people will stay in the same job for the same company. This practice avoids the risk of losing ones accumulated rights, especially during a recession and the risk of joining on a last in, first out basis when they go to a new company. But what they lose is promotion because nowadays promotion is increasingly through career moves between companies.
As Gilbert White, Darwin, and others observed long ago, all species appear to have the innate capacity to increase their numbers from generation to generation. The task for ecologists is to untangle the environmental and biological factors that hold this intrinsic capacity for population growth in check over the long run. The great variety of dynamic behaviors exhibited by different population makes this task more difficult: some populations remain roughly constant from year to year; others exhibit regular cycles of abundance and scarcity; still others vary wildly, with outbreaks and crashes that are in some cases plainly correlated with the weather, and in other cases not.
To impose some order on this kaleidoscope of patterns, one school of thought proposes dividing populations into two groups. These ecologists posit that the relatively steady populations have density-dependent growth parameters; that is, rates of birth, death, and migration which depend strongly on population density. The highly varying populations have density-independent growth parameters, with vital rates buffeted by environmental events; these rates fluctuate in a way that is wholly independent of population density.
This dichotomy has its uses, but it can cause problems if taken too literally. For one thing, no population can be driven entirely by density-independent factors all the time. No matter how severely or unpredictably birth, death, and migration rates may be fluctuating around their long-term averages, if there were no density-dependent effects, the population would, in the long run, either increase or decrease without bound 。 Put another way, it may be that on average 99 percent of all deaths in a population arise from density-independent causes, and only one percent from factors varying with density. The factors making up the one percent may seem unimportant, and their cause may be correspondingly hard to determine. Yet, whether recognized or not, they will usually determine the long-term average population density.
Over the years, I never thought of my father as being very emotional, and he never was, at least not in front of me. Even though he was 68 years old and only five-foot-nine, while I was six feet and 260 pounds, he seemed huge to me. I always saw him as being that staunch disciplinarian who rarely cracked a smile. My father never told me he loved me when I was a child, and I never held it against him. I think that all I really wanted was for my dad to be proud of me. In my youth, Mom always showered me with “I love you’s” every day. So I really never thought about not hearing it from my dad. I guess deep down I knew that he loved me, he just never said it. Come to think of it, I don’t think I ever told him that I loved him, either. I never really thought about it much until I faced the reality of death.
On November 9th, 1990, I received word that my National Guard unit was being activated for Operation Desert Shield. We would convoy to Fort Ben Harrison, Indiana, and then directly to Saudi Arabia. I had been in the Guard for 10 years and never dreamed that we would be activated for a war, even though I knew it was what we trained for. I went to my father and gave him the news. I could sense he was uneasy about me going. We never discussed it much more, and eight days later I was gone.
I have several close relatives who have been in the military during war time. My father and uncle were in World War II, and two brothers and a sister served in Vietnam. While I was extremely uneasy about leaving my family to serve my country in a war zone, I knew it was what I had to do. I prayed that this would make my father proud of me. My father is very involved in the Veterans of Foreign Wars organization and has always been for a strong military. I was not eligible to join the Veterans of Foreign Wars because I had not been in a war zone—a fact that always made me feel like I didn’t measure up in my father’s eyes. But now here I was, his youngest son, being shipped off to a foreign land 9,000 miles away, to fight a war in a country we had barely heard of before.
On November 17, 1990, our convoy of military vehicles rolled out of rural Greenville, Michigan. The streets were filled with families and well-wishers to see us off. As we approached the edge of town, I looked out the window of my truck and saw my wife, Kim, my children, and Mom and Dad. They were all waving and crying, except for my father. He just stood there, almost like a stone statue. He looked incredibly old at that moment. I don’t know why, he just did.
I was gone for that Thanksgiving and missed our family’s dinner. There was always a crowd, with two of my sisters, their husbands and children, plus my wife and our family. It disturbed me greatly that I couldn’t be there. A few days after Thanksgiving I was able to call my wife, and she told me something that has made me look at my father in a different way ever since.
My wife knew how my father was about his emotions, and I could hear her voice quaver as she spoke to me. She told me that my father recited his usual Thanksgiving prayer. But this time he added one last sentence. As his voice started to crack and a tear ran down his cheek, he said, “Dear Lord, please watch over and guide my son, Rick, with your hand in his time of need as he serves his country, and bring him home to us safely.” At that point he burst into tears. I had never seen my father cry, and when I heard this, I couldn’t help but start to cry myself. My wife asked me what was wrong. After regaining my composure, I said, “I guess my father really does love me.”
i hate that everything is out of my control.
it happens as it was so right.
i was cheated by u two. forgive sounds good, but forget i think i never could.
u two totally have no idea that how much i want to forgive u.
and how much i miss u. but.。. when u destroyed the trust, u destroyed everything including my life.
i don't know who to trust now.
we three had so much sweet memory. and i have to learn to forget them ，i try to hide the hurt.
just move on. when something is wrong,i always told myself that everything would be all right.
and i could handle everythig, cause that was me, that was my life.