literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
JOURNALISM AS PROPAGANDA TOOL
Journalism is the collection, production and distribution of news and related commentary and feature material through newspapers, magazines, books, blogs, webcasts, podcasts, social networking and social media sites, and also through print and electronic media e.g radio, through motion pictures and television. The reporting of current events in print, especially newspapers is generally comes under the definition of journalism, but with the advent of radio, television, and the Internet in the 20th century, the term came to include all printed and electronic communications to report and discuss current affairs.
By Fakhar Abbas 4 years ago in Humans
The best short story writers in the world
Chekhov himself believed that his best novel was "The University Student", which was only three pages long. He was thirty-three years old when he wrote this novel, which, according to tradition, is also the age of Jesus' death. Chekhov, like Shakespeare, can be called neither a believer nor a sceptic; They're all too big to fit into this category. "The College Student" is extremely simple, but beautifully arranged. A young seminarian, cold and hungry, meets two widows on Good Friday, mother and daughter. Warming himself by their fire, he told them how the apostle Peter had denied three times that he knew Jesus, as Jesus had prophesied. When Peter regained his senses, he cried bitterly, and so did the widow mother. As the student left, he pondered the relation between the tears of the apostles and those of the mother, and it seemed to him that they were connected by an unbroken chain. There was a sudden joy in the student's heart, for he felt that truth and beauty were perpetuated and held together by the chain that connected past and present. That's it; At the end of the story, the student's sudden happiness is transformed into an expectation for his future happiness in life. "He was only twenty-two," Chekhov said dryly, perhaps dimly aware that, at thirty-three, he had already lived three-quarters of his life (he died of tuberculosis at forty-four).
By Ivan A Jaramillo4 years ago in Humans
Those unforgettable winter days
I like winter; Like the snow all over the sky; Like the contracted beauty in depression, think to feel infinite poetry. Like the boundless green lush; Like warm sun still hanging in the tree. Winter, has never been a colorless picture scroll, also full of interest, also full of unforgettable, you can remember the happy time before?
By Liston Flowers4 years ago in Humans
Summer time
I suddenly think of the summer of childhood, think of those shining sunshine, sending out the smell of the past. The hot afternoon sun baked the earth, steaming hot. Fields of green watermelons glistened green in the sun. A few gourds were planted around the shelter, and slender gourds vine climbed up to the roof of the shelter, sifting a thick shade under the dense leaves. The greenhouse is like a rubber boat floating in the green sea. My friends and I sat under the melon shed and talked about ghosts and monsters.
By Liston Flowers4 years ago in Humans
"Western Philosophy" what exactly is philosophy? What is philosophy?
In his Lectures on the History of Philosophy, Hegel holds that the development of absolute spirit started from Eastern philosophy, went through Indian philosophy, West Asian philosophy and Egyptian philosophy, and went to ancient Greek philosophy. Then from ancient Greek philosophy, Ancient Roman philosophy, medieval philosophy, modern philosophy, Kant's philosophy, Fichte's philosophy, Schelling's philosophy, and finally Hegel's own philosophy. The absolute spirit has finally come to an end, as Faust said: "Please stay!" In Hegel's own words, the whole hard work of the human spirit for 2,500 years has moved in that direction.
By brisnalotpz4 years ago in Humans
Miss the letter
I suddenly had a strong desire to write a letter. I wanted to pick up my pen and pour my heart out on the paper as BEFORE, and then walk to the post office to send it to a friend far away. I put it aside for a moment. Nowadays, a phone call can reach all sides of the world, an email can travel far and wide in an instant, and a short message or wechat can fly across the horizon. Letter writing became redundant and backward, and redolent of pedantry and stubbornness. If my friends received my letter, they would be surprised and think I was seriously insane. By the count, I haven't written a letter for over ten years, and I haven't heard from anyone in all those years. Letters have existed in our lives for thousands of years. They once made us look forward to them, let us read them day and night, and let us look into each other's world. As computers and mobile phones have become our new favorites, letters have slipped away from us and faded from our memories.
By Liston Flowers4 years ago in Humans
