Manage your time

Manage your time as you do to a company , do some investment when necessary~

I am not sure if English is really a good language to help us thinking.

i like it , especially when i am still not good at it^^

To trust other's is an art~

To trust other's is an art~

To respect other's is an art~

To be polite is an art~

the University of Nottingham, Ningbo China

I go to the University of Nottingham, Ningbo China today .

It's totally different from the Wangli just from their library could we see the different.

The Nottingham's library is quite quiet. They even got carpet to prevent noise. The central aricondition keep the temperature and is quite quiet too. The student here are very enjoying their books . To study here must be wonderful.

Once again, the world's greatest thief's words sounds true.

Whatislockedcanbeopen,whatishidencanbefound,,whatis your's---will be mine ( :

Mona Lisa

Leonardo da Vinci-----The.Man.Who.Wanted.to.Know.Everything

BBC.Leonardo.Ep1.The.Man.Who.Wanted.to.Know.Everything.2003.DVDRip.XviD.Dual.Audio-NewMov

Leonardo

The whole class goes to Fenghuang theme park today. Happy and tied..........

Leonardo

100 Best First Lines from Novels

100 Best First Lines from Novels

1. Call me Ishmael. —Herman Melville, Moby-Dick (1851)

2. It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife. —Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice (1813)

3. A screaming comes across the sky. —Thomas Pynchon, Gravity's Rainbow (1973)

4. Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice. —Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude (1967; trans. Gregory Rabassa)

5. Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. —Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (1955)

6. Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. —Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina (1877; trans. Constance Garnett)

7. riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs. —James Joyce, Finnegans Wake (1939)

8. It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. —George Orwell, 1984 (1949)

9. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair. —Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities (1859)

10. I am an invisible man. —Ralph Ellison, Invisible Man (1952)

11. The Miss Lonelyhearts of the New York Post-Dispatch (Are you in trouble?—Do-you-need-advice?—Write-to-Miss-Lonelyhearts-and-she-will-help-you) sat at his desk and stared at a piece of white cardboard. —Nathanael West, Miss Lonelyhearts (1933)

12. You don't know about me without you have read a book by the name of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer; but that ain't no matter. —Mark Twain, Adventures of Huckleberry Finn (1885)

13. Someone must have slandered Josef K., for one morning, without having done anything truly wrong, he was arrested. —Franz Kafka, The Trial (1925; trans. Breon Mitchell)

14. You are about to begin reading Italo Calvino's new novel, If on a winter's night a traveler. —Italo Calvino, If on a winter's night a traveler (1979; trans. William Weaver)

15. The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new. —Samuel Beckett, Murphy (1938)

16. If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don't feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth. —J. D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (1951)

17. Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was coming down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo. —James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (1916)

18. This is the saddest story I have ever heard. —Ford Madox Ford, The Good Soldier (1915)

19. I wish either my father or my mother, or indeed both of them, as they were in duty both equally bound to it, had minded what they were about when they begot me; had they duly considered how much depended upon what they were then doing;—that not only the production of a rational Being was concerned in it, but that possibly the happy formation and temperature of his body, perhaps his genius and the very cast of his mind;—and, for aught they knew to the contrary, even the fortunes of his whole house might take their turn from the humours and dispositions which were then uppermost:—Had they duly weighed and considered all this, and proceeded accordingly,—I am verily persuaded I should have made a quite different figure in the world, from that, in which the reader is likely to see me. —Laurence Sterne, Tristram Shandy (1759–1767)

20. Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show. —Charles Dickens, David Copperfield (1850)

21. Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. —James Joyce, Ulysses (1922)

22. It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents, except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the house-tops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness. —Edward George Bulwer-Lytton, Paul Clifford (1830)

23. One summer afternoon Mrs. Oedipa Maas came home from a Tupperware party whose hostess had put perhaps too much kirsch in the fondue to find that she, Oedipa, had been named executor, or she supposed executrix, of the estate of one Pierce Inverarity, a California real estate mogul who had once lost two million dollars in his spare time but still had assets numerous and tangled enough to make the job of sorting it all out more than honorary. —Thomas Pynchon, The Crying of Lot 49 (1966)

24. It was a wrong number that started it, the telephone ringing three times in the dead of night, and the voice on the other end asking for someone he was not. —Paul Auster, City of Glass (1985)

25. Through the fence, between the curling flower spaces, I could see them hitting. —William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury (1929)

26. 124 was spiteful. —Toni Morrison, Beloved (1987)

27. Somewhere in la Mancha, in a place whose name I do not care to remember, a gentleman lived not long ago, one of those who has a lance and ancient shield on a shelf and keeps a skinny nag and a greyhound for racing. —Miguel de Cervantes, Don Quixote (1605; trans. Edith Grossman)

28. Mother died today. —Albert Camus, The Stranger (1942; trans. Stuart Gilbert)

29. Every summer Lin Kong returned to Goose Village to divorce his wife, Shuyu. —Ha Jin, Waiting (1999)

30. The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel. —William Gibson, Neuromancer (1984)

31. I am a sick man . . . I am a spiteful man. —Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from Underground (1864; trans. Michael R. Katz)

32. Where now? Who now? When now? —Samuel Beckett, The Unnamable (1953; trans. Patrick Bowles)

33. Once an angry man dragged his father along the ground through his own orchard. "Stop!" cried the groaning old man at last, "Stop! I did not drag my father beyond this tree." —Gertrude Stein, The Making of Americans (1925)

34. In a sense, I am Jacob Horner. —John Barth, The End of the Road (1958)

35. It was like so, but wasn't. —Richard Powers, Galatea 2.2 (1995)

36. —Money . . . in a voice that rustled. —William Gaddis, J R (1975)

37. Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself. —Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway (1925)

38. All this happened, more or less. —Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five (1969)

39. They shoot the white girl first. —Toni Morrison, Paradise (1998)

40. For a long time, I went to bed early. —Marcel Proust, Swann's Way (1913; trans. Lydia Davis)

41. The moment one learns English, complications set in. —Felipe Alfau, Chromos (1990)

42. Dr. Weiss, at forty, knew that her life had been ruined by literature. —Anita Brookner, The Debut (1981)

43. I was the shadow of the waxwing slain / By the false azure in the windowpane; —Vladimir Nabokov, Pale Fire (1962)

44. Ships at a distance have every man's wish on board. —Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God (1937)

45. I had the story, bit by bit, from various people, and, as generally happens in such cases, each time it was a different story. —Edith Wharton, Ethan Frome (1911)

46. Ages ago, Alex, Allen and Alva arrived at Antibes, and Alva allowing all, allowing anyone, against Alex's admonition, against Allen's angry assertion: another African amusement . . . anyhow, as all argued, an awesome African army assembled and arduously advanced against an African anthill, assiduously annihilating ant after ant, and afterward, Alex astonishingly accuses Albert as also accepting Africa's antipodal ant annexation. —Walter Abish, Alphabetical Africa (1974)

47. There was a boy called Eustace Clarence Scrubb, and he almost deserved it. —C. S. Lewis, The Voyage of the Dawn Treader (1952)

48. He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf Stream and he had gone eighty-four days now without taking a fish. —Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea (1952)

49. It was the day my grandmother exploded. —Iain M. Banks, The Crow Road (1992)

50. I was born twice: first, as a baby girl, on a remarkably smogless Detroit day in January of 1960; and then again, as a teenage boy, in an emergency room near Petoskey, Michigan, in August of 1974. —Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex (2002)

51. Elmer Gantry was drunk. —Sinclair Lewis, Elmer Gantry (1927)

52. We started dying before the snow, and like the snow, we continued to fall. —Louise Erdrich, Tracks (1988)

53. It was a pleasure to burn. —Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (1953)

54. A story has no beginning or end; arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead. —Graham Greene, The End of the Affair (1951)

55. Having placed in my mouth sufficient bread for three minutes' chewing, I withdrew my powers of sensual perception and retired into the privacy of my mind, my eyes and face assuming a vacant and preoccupied expression. —Flann O'Brien, At Swim-Two-Birds (1939)

56. I was born in the Year 1632, in the City of York, of a good Family, tho' not of that Country, my Father being a Foreigner of Bremen, who settled first at Hull; He got a good Estate by Merchandise, and leaving off his Trade, lived afterward at York, from whence he had married my Mother, whose Relations were named Robinson, a very good Family in that Country, and from whom I was called Robinson Kreutznaer; but by the usual Corruption of Words in England, we are now called, nay we call our selves, and write our Name Crusoe, and so my Companions always call'd me. —Daniel Defoe, Robinson Crusoe (1719)

57. In the beginning, sometimes I left messages in the street. —David Markson, Wittgenstein's Mistress (1988)

58. Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress.
—George Eliot, Middlemarch (1872)

59. It was love at first sight. —Joseph Heller, Catch-22 (1961)

60. What if this young woman, who writes such bad poems, in competition with her husband, whose poems are equally bad, should stretch her remarkably long and well-made legs out before you, so that her skirt slips up to the tops of her stockings? —Gilbert Sorrentino, Imaginative Qualities of Actual Things (1971)

61. I have never begun a novel with more misgiving. —W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor's Edge (1944)

62. Once upon a time, there was a woman who discovered she had turned into the wrong person. —Anne Tyler, Back When We Were Grownups (2001)

63. The human race, to which so many of my readers belong, has been playing at children's games from the beginning, and will probably do it till the end, which is a nuisance for the few people who grow up. —G. K. Chesterton, The Napoleon of Notting Hill (1904)

64. In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since. —F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (1925)

65. You better not never tell nobody but God. —Alice Walker, The Color Purple (1982)

66. "To be born again," sang Gibreel Farishta tumbling from the heavens, "first you have to die." —Salman Rushdie, The Satanic Verses (1988)

67. It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn't know what I was doing in New York. —Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (1963)

68. Most really pretty girls have pretty ugly feet, and so does Mindy Metalman, Lenore notices, all of a sudden. —David Foster Wallace, The Broom of the System (1987)

69. If I am out of my mind, it's all right with me, thought Moses Herzog. —Saul Bellow, Herzog (1964)

70. Francis Marion Tarwater's uncle had been dead for only half a day when the boy got too drunk to finish digging his grave and a Negro named Buford Munson, who had come to get a jug filled, had to finish it and drag the body from the breakfast table where it was still sitting and bury it in a decent and Christian way, with the sign of its Saviour at the head of the grave and enough dirt on top to keep the dogs from digging it up. —Flannery O'Connor, The Violent Bear it Away (1960)

71. Granted: I am an inmate of a mental hospital; my keeper is watching me, he never lets me out of his sight; there's a peephole in the door, and my keeper's eye is the shade of brown that can never see through a blue-eyed type like me. —GŸnter Grass, The Tin Drum (1959; trans. Ralph Manheim)

72. When Dick Gibson was a little boy he was not Dick Gibson. —Stanley Elkin, The Dick Gibson Show (1971)

73. Hiram Clegg, together with his wife Emma and four friends of the faith from Randolph Junction, were summoned by the Spirit and Mrs. Clara Collins, widow of the beloved Nazarene preacher Ely Collins, to West Condon on the weekend of the eighteenth and nineteenth of April, there to await the End of the World. —Robert Coover, The Origin of the Brunists (1966)

74. She waited, Kate Croy, for her father to come in, but he kept her unconscionably, and there were moments at which she showed herself, in the glass over the mantel, a face positively pale with the irritation that had brought her to the point of going away without sight of him. —Henry James, The Wings of the Dove (1902)

75. In the late summer of that year we lived in a house in a village that looked across the river and the plain to the mountains. —Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (1929)

76. "Take my camel, dear," said my Aunt Dot, as she climbed down from this animal on her return from High Mass. —Rose Macaulay, The Towers of Trebizond (1956)

77. He was an inch, perhaps two, under six feet, powerfully built, and he advanced straight at you with a slight stoop of the shoulders, head forward, and a fixed from-under stare which made you think of a charging bull. —Joseph Conrad, Lord Jim (1900)

78. The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there. —L. P. Hartley, The Go-Between (1953)

79. On my naming day when I come 12 I gone front spear and kilt a wyld boar he parbly ben the las wyld pig on the Bundel Downs any how there hadnt ben none for a long time befor him nor I aint looking to see none agen. —Russell Hoban, Riddley Walker (1980)

80. Justice?—You get justice in the next world, in this world you have the law. —William Gaddis, A Frolic of His Own (1994)

81. Vaughan died yesterday in his last car-crash. —J. G. Ballard, Crash (1973)

82. I write this sitting in the kitchen sink. —Dodie Smith, I Capture the Castle (1948)

83. "When your mama was the geek, my dreamlets," Papa would say, "she made the nipping off of noggins such a crystal mystery that the hens themselves yearned toward her, waltzing around her, hypnotized with longing." —Katherine Dunn, Geek Love (1983)

84. In the last years of the Seventeenth Century there was to be found among the fops and fools of the London coffee-houses one rangy, gangling flitch called Ebenezer Cooke, more ambitious than talented, and yet more talented than prudent, who, like his friends-in-folly, all of whom were supposed to be educating at Oxford or Cambridge, had found the sound of Mother English more fun to game with than her sense to labor over, and so rather than applying himself to the pains of scholarship, had learned the knack of versifying, and ground out quires of couplets after the fashion of the day, afroth with Joves and Jupiters, aclang with jarring rhymes, and string-taut with similes stretched to the snapping-point. —John Barth, The Sot-Weed Factor (1960)

85. When I finally caught up with Abraham Trahearne, he was drinking beer with an alcoholic bulldog named Fireball Roberts in a ramshackle joint just outside of Sonoma, California, drinking the heart right out of a fine spring afternoon. —James Crumley, The Last Good Kiss (1978)

86. It was just noon that Sunday morning when the sheriff reached the jail with Lucas Beauchamp though the whole town (the whole county too for that matter) had known since the night before that Lucas had killed a white man. —William Faulkner, Intruder in the Dust (1948)

87. I, Tiberius Claudius Drusus Nero Germanicus This-that-and-the-other (for I shall not trouble you yet with all my titles) who was once, and not so long ago either, known to my friends and relatives and associates as "Claudius the Idiot," or "That Claudius," or "Claudius the Stammerer," or "Clau-Clau-Claudius" or at best as "Poor Uncle Claudius," am now about to write this strange history of my life; starting from my earliest childhood and continuing year by year until I reach the fateful point of change where, some eight years ago, at the age of fifty-one, I suddenly found myself caught in what I may call the "golden predicament" from which I have never since become disentangled. —Robert Graves, I, Claudius (1934)

88. Of all the things that drive men to sea, the most common disaster, I've come to learn, is women. —Charles Johnson, Middle Passage (1990)

89. I am an American, Chicago born—Chicago, that somber city—and go at things as I have taught myself, free-style, and will make the record in my own way: first to knock, first admitted; sometimes an innocent knock, sometimes a not so innocent. —Saul Bellow, The Adventures of Augie March (1953)

90. The towers of Zenith aspired above the morning mist; austere towers of steel and cement and limestone, sturdy as cliffs and delicate as silver rods. —Sinclair Lewis, Babbitt (1922)

91. I will tell you in a few words who I am: lover of the hummingbird that darts to the flower beyond the rotted sill where my feet are propped; lover of bright needlepoint and the bright stitching fingers of humorless old ladies bent to their sweet and infamous designs; lover of parasols made from the same puffy stuff as a young girl's underdrawers; still lover of that small naval boat which somehow survived the distressing years of my life between her decks or in her pilothouse; and also lover of poor dear black Sonny, my mess boy, fellow victim and confidant, and of my wife and child. But most of all, lover of my harmless and sanguine self. —John Hawkes, Second Skin (1964)

92. He was born with a gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad. —Raphael Sabatini, Scaramouche (1921)

93. Psychics can see the color of time it's blue. —Ronald Sukenick, Blown Away (1986)

94. In the town, there were two mutes and they were always together. —Carson McCullers, The Heart is a Lonely Hunter (1940)

95. Once upon a time two or three weeks ago, a rather stubborn and determined middle-aged man decided to record for posterity, exactly as it happened, word by word and step by step, the story of another man for indeed what is great in man is that he is a bridge and not a goal, a somewhat paranoiac fellow unmarried, unattached, and quite irresponsible, who had decided to lock himself in a room a furnished room with a private bath, cooking facilities, a bed, a table, and at least one chair, in New York City, for a year 365 days to be precise, to write the story of another person—a shy young man about of 19 years old—who, after the war the Second World War, had come to America the land of opportunities from France under the sponsorship of his uncle—a journalist, fluent in five languages—who himself had come to America from Europe Poland it seems, though this was not clearly established sometime during the war after a series of rather gruesome adventures, and who, at the end of the war, wrote to the father his cousin by marriage of the young man whom he considered as a nephew, curious to know if he the father and his family had survived the German occupation, and indeed was deeply saddened to learn, in a letter from the young man—a long and touching letter written in English, not by the young man, however, who did not know a damn word of English, but by a good friend of his who had studied English in school—that his parents both his father and mother and his two sisters one older and the other younger than he had been deported they were Jewish to a German concentration camp Auschwitz probably and never returned, no doubt having been exterminated deliberately X * X * X * X, and that, therefore, the young man who was now an orphan, a displaced person, who, during the war, had managed to escape deportation by working very hard on a farm in Southern France, would be happy and grateful to be given the opportunity to come to America that great country he had heard so much about and yet knew so little about to start a new life, possibly go to school, learn a trade, and become a good, loyal citizen. —Raymond Federman, Double or Nothing (1971)

96. Time is not a line but a dimension, like the dimensions of space. —Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eye (1988)

97. He—for there could be no doubt of his sex, though the fashion of the time did something to disguise it—was in the act of slicing at the head of a Moor which swung from the rafters. —Virginia Woolf, Orlando (1928)

98. High, high above the North Pole, on the first day of 1969, two professors of English Literature approached each other at a combined velocity of 1200 miles per hour. —David Lodge, Changing Places (1975)

99. They say when trouble comes close ranks, and so the white people did. —Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea (1966)

100. The cold passed reluctantly from the earth, and the retiring fogs revealed an army stretched out on the hills, resting. —Stephen Crane, The Red Badge of Courage (1895

from:http://www.litline.org/ABR/100bestfirstlines.html

听音乐正确的态度是欣赏它的旋律和节奏...........

听音乐正确的态度是欣赏它的旋律和节奏.不是去刻意注意某些频段的细节哦 -----D.N.A

从音乐爱好(发烧),变成器材发烧友就完了. -----tynp

“普及音乐，人人有责”-----偶然看到的，说的严重了点，想起了庄子里有关天籁之音的论述----不知道理解的对不对---- 子游曰：“地籁则众窍是已，人籁则比竹是已，敢问天籁。”子綦
曰：“夫吹万不同，而使其自己也。咸其自取，怒者其谁邪？”----天籁之音???



挖咔咔,贴篇上学期交响乐欣赏课的期末小论文,老师给优秀的文章哦^^





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丰富多彩的美

-------浅谈交响乐艺术

"音乐不是人们用来去思索去追溯的介质，音乐就是供作享受的。" -----富特文格勒

很庆幸这学期选了交响乐这门课，爱上交响乐了~

一．交响乐的表现形式

什么是交响音乐 1、由大型的管弦乐队演奏。 2、有较严谨的结构和丰富的表现手段。
3、音乐内涵深刻，具有戏剧性、史诗性、悲剧性、英雄性、叙事性、描写性、抒情性、风俗性等。

西方音乐经过了古希腊、古罗马、文艺复兴几个时期，到了巴洛克的中晚期，交响乐才作为一种独立的艺术形式成立。当时的意大利歌剧序曲(快——慢——快)成为了古典交响乐的基本雏形。1740年奥地利作曲家蒙恩（1717--1750）第一次在慢板乐章和快板乐章之间，加进了小步舞曲乐章，这种四个乐章的套曲形式，渐渐演变成了古典交响曲的固定形式。
接下来是古典主义乐派、浪漫主义乐派（民族乐派）、印象主义乐派直至现代主义乐派。古典交响曲的形式：
第一乐章——奏鸣曲式。 第一部分：呈示部 。第二部分：展开部。第三部分：再现部。

第二乐章——行板或慢板
第三乐章——小步舞曲(谐谑曲)
第四乐章——终曲

交响乐队的编制：单管编制、双管编制、三管编制、四管编制）弦乐组：小提琴、中提琴、大提琴、倍大提琴。 木管组：短笛、长笛、双簧管、英国管、单簧管、大管。
铜管组：小号、圆号、长号、低音号。打击乐组：定音鼓、锣、镲、铃鼓、三角铁等。
色彩乐器组：钢琴、竖琴、木琴、铝板钟琴等。

二．各个时期的代表风格，及其作品

1.巴洛克音乐，

一般将1600—1750年划为巴洛克时期。其早期与文艺复兴相接，后期与古典主义相接。巴洛克风格的音乐作品具有以下特点：
①在题材内容上，它从歌颂上帝、赞美宗教，转向世俗、面向人民，大胆地采用富于生活气息、富有戏剧情节的题材。
②在风格情调上，它摒弃了崇尚宁静清高、质朴禁欲的宗教影响，转而表现欢乐明快、流畅生动的世俗情感。
③在体裁手法上，它突破了单纯的声乐体裁和单调的技法，而代之以声乐和器乐等多样化的体裁，体裁形式上出现了歌剧、清唱剧、康塔塔、芭蕾，以及组曲、协奏曲、奏鸣曲、赋格曲等器乐体裁;复调音乐的技术得以发展，出现了像巴赫那样的一批复调作曲大师及作品。代表有“协奏曲之父” ---- 维瓦尔第，《四季》，“音乐之父” -----巴赫，作品《F大调第二勃兰登堡协奏曲》 等

2.古典乐派

古典乐派是指巴洛克音乐之后，18世纪中叶至19世纪20年代以古典风格为创作特点的音乐流派，我们一般所说的古典乐派主要是指盛期的维也纳乐派。古典乐派的创作思想与18世纪法国、德国启蒙运动以及1789年爆发的法国资产阶级革命的进步倾向有密切联系。在艺术上，古典乐派崇尚理性，强调逻辑，追求艺术形式的严谨性，音乐语言清晰简明而又富于表现力，音乐主题轮廓分明，各有特色。在创作手法上，摒弃复调音乐，而改用主调音乐，并确立了近代奏鸣曲式结构和以这种结构为主要骨架的交响乐、协奏曲、奏呜曲、各类重奏曲等器乐套曲的体裁。其代表有“交响乐之父” --海顿，作品：《第九十四交响曲》即《惊愕交响曲》等。

“音乐神童”——莫扎特，莫扎特一生创作了20多部歌剧，如：《费加罗的婚礼》、《魔笛》、《唐-璜》等，约40多部交响乐，其中39、40、41号交响曲最为著名，27部钢琴协奏曲，5部小提琴协奏曲。此外，还有为木管乐器铜管乐器写下的多部协奏曲，以及大量精美的室内乐作品和音乐小品等。
他的音乐高贵雅致，优美极富歌唱性，在明朗、乐观的情绪背后蕴含着深刻广泛的思想。代表作品：《C大调第41号交响曲》等。

“乐圣”——贝多芬，贝多芬的创作标志着古典乐派的高峰。他音乐中那崇高的音乐境界，鲜明的个性特征及时代特点，完美又富于创新的艺术形式，深刻的戏剧性和哲理性，对人类未来的坚定信念，使他成为历史上最伟大的音乐家。 他的创造集古典音乐的大成，同时开辟了浪漫时期音乐的道路，成为横跨两个时代的音乐巨人。代表作：《降E大调第三交响曲》（英雄），《c小调第五交响曲》（命运），《F大调第六交响曲》（田园）等

3. 浪漫主义乐派

浪漫主义乐派是指19世纪20年代到20世纪初的一批欧洲作曲家所创作的音乐。它是一种个性化的、富于诗意的、注重情感体现的音乐。
浪漫主义音乐突破了古典乐派中某些形式结构的限制，在和声、乐队以及旋律方面都有着不同程度的变化，使音乐创作有了新的发展。具有代表性的有：“歌曲之王”—— 舒柏特《鳟鱼》，门德尔松《e小调小提琴协奏曲》，“钢琴诗人”——肖邦，《f小调第二钢琴协奏曲》，柴科夫斯基：《降b小调第一钢琴协奏曲》。

4.民族乐派

民族乐派的特点是： 一、在内容方面：在作品中反映出本民族的光荣历史、民族风俗，或采用本国的民间故事和文学作品做为素材。 二、在形式方面：采用民族民间的音乐体裁和音乐语言，从而使作品具有鲜明的民族性格。

其代表有斯美塔那 ，德沃夏克：《e小调第九（新世界）交响曲》，西贝柳斯

5现代乐派

西方现代音乐大致有四个特点： ①旋律往往是非歌唱性的、缺少规律性的、不对称的，并广泛使用变化音和不协和音程的大跳进行。 ② 和声则是频繁使用不协和声响，传统的和声体系被瓦解。 ③调性不明确，大多是多调性和无调性。 ④节奏大多采用奇数拍子，如7拍子、9拍子、11拍子，而且自由多变。

其代表有斯特拉文斯基，格什温。

三．关于指挥和交响乐队

我觉得指挥是交响乐队的灵魂，同样的乐队，同样的曲目，不同的指挥会演绎出各异的风采，一位出色的指挥，应当具备广博的知识，出色的领悟力，具有领导者的魅力，才可能让一个交响乐团和谐地融为一体，演奏出彩的音乐。

四，关于莫扎特的《C大调第四十一“朱庇特”交响曲》

我比较喜欢莫扎特的《C大调第四十一“朱庇特”交响曲》，带上耳机，高低乐音由着耳朵在脑袋里任意冲撞，同时奏出的各种乐音，多彩而又不失和谐。听完全曲给人无限激情和丰富的想象空间。我觉得该作品倾注有莫扎特本人所独具的积极，乐观，豁达的元素，通过音符，莫扎特记录下了他对生活的感怀，当音符在几个世纪后再度奏响时，那些元素藉着旋律蹦跳入我们的耳朵，传达给我们一种很深很深的乐观，积极的东西，所以喜欢。用爱因斯坦的话结束全篇吧：“死亡！噢，那就意味着再也听不到莫扎特的音乐了！”

上海中心气象台......

上海中心气象台2006年3月11日11点钟发布的上海市寒潮警报、天气预报和山东南部到浙江南部沿海海面大风警报: 北方南下的强冷空气前锋，今天8点钟已经到达青岛、亳州、西安等一线，预计今天傍晚到上半夜开始影响本市，气温将明显下降，过程降温幅度可达6-8摄氏度，并有6-8级偏北大风；华东沿海海面自北向南先后有9-10级偏北大风出现。预计本市13日、14日早晨的最低温度可达零到2摄氏度，局部地区有薄冰，希望各有关方面特别注意。 今天和明天上海市和长江口区天气预报： 阴有阵雨，今天傍晚起阴有阵雨或雷雨，局部地区雨量中到大，明天阴有雨转阴天。偏南风3-4级，今天傍晚转偏北风5级阵风6-7级，长江口区6级阵风7-8级。今天最高温度16度，明天最低温度3度。

哗啦啦的, 下午开始下起了雨,宁波.

上海也下雨吧? 天冷,多加衣裳~

技术

市场不完全-->信息不对称---> 使之对称-->利于资源优化配置.

晚上翻了一下Blogger.com上其他的blog,地球上的人都有,地球村,挖咔咔~

Caffe latte

无意间翻到的照片,有种很强的冲击力,貌似整个世界都在脚下,一把剑,一种气度－－语言在雕塑面前好无力.

高老师竟然会拉小提琴! 还在管弦乐队干过两年^^----样子同Wilhelm Furtwangler那么神似，要是一直搞音乐估计是中国一大名家了,pity?!

Caffe latte, 难怪见过有名字起"拿铁"的,拿铁是杯咖啡----回味无穷. 挖咔咔,叫喜马拉雅也不错^^

原来有些东西适合用英文,有些适合用中文----翻译充其量是理解后又用另一种语言的表达习惯和方式译出来----然而不是每个词都有其对应的意思,我们是否该把英汉双解词典卖掉呢?

对存在而言,模糊的认识比完全不懂更危险---->以为自己明白---->可是我们的认知都是建立在自己有限的过去所累积的经验的基础上----我们如何验证那些先于我们存在的,为我们所继承的,伴随我们形成我们思想的---在我们未曾意识到的情况下即已注入我们思想的,我们自认为是真理的,并据此判别世事外物的----外来经验(外来思想?外来理念?外来意识?)的可靠性?

------认识到我们的有限性,我们或者可以离美更近些~

春天来了~

早上醒来时,听到唧唧喳喳地鸟叫声,鸟语花香,春天来了.

一年之际在于春,在这多彩的季节, 我们播种什么呢

永恒的真理?

偶也不知道上陈莹老师的国际营销为什么会瞎想道真理^^

也许教师所有的不是最(佳)出色的,但若他能引起学生的思维发散,那么,对学生而言,他才是最佳的.

自然科学最求永恒不变的真理.
社会科学?--逐一而展开的真理---变化的--递增的~

美????

不是缺少美,而是缺少发现-----如果去发现了,就可能发现其中的美-----一直停在字面上的认识或者说是把它当做经过我们大脑的千千万万条的普通的讯息一样,知道了---就好了,直到下午------
早上爬起来,去上广告与消费心理的选修课, 周六啊^^ 很奇怪, 去了之后,尤其是知道这门课是如此吸引人之后-----开始觉得上课也是一种享受-----闲闲的周末,听渊博的老师讲有趣的课程, 平时为何觉察不到呢??? -----不同的环境会予我们不同的感悟----也许我们无需苛求自己----在特定的三维空间里---我们会自己明白--------所以让存在明白(认识)自己, 让真理自己显现(发生).老师的课讲的很好----有时间再整理出来^^

吃过午饭,去万里学院和宁波理工----第一次去那边!!!-----宁大待地太舒服了. 万里学院的楼----看起来很漂亮----可惜是暗黄色的瓷砖贴的----没有宁大褐黄色的砖(特别的)砌的大楼带给人的亲和力,思与辨. 万里的草坪也很多,不过貌似大家都走水泥路,草坪仅仅是装饰的一部分----宁大的草坪曾经很大,虽然现在也不小,且草是那种适合踩,适合坐,适合躺的品种.上下课间,看着同学三三两两的从草坪过去----即使自己不踏上去也已经很爽了^^ 走上去,真的有特别的感觉----什么感觉???-----体会到语言文字的无奈----无法描述不了感觉.

给我的感觉是万里教学楼的建造者蛮在意色彩的,教学楼构筑有红,蓝,黄等各色的大大的柱子. 色彩在人的智力方面确有不可小觑的影响^^

有一个空中花园,第一次一圈一圈绕上去,感觉蛮好的.

进去图书馆大楼,大厅顶很高,人一下觉得自己渺小,不喜欢这样的感觉-----城市里的高楼也会无形地使人觉得渺小-----所有书都开架----内部设计较为现代吧,用了很多玻璃----不过配备的电脑竟是联想的!!!-----大家学习都蛮自觉的,不得不让我思考,如果书里的东西写的是过时,或者不对的,那么拼命读书的人们是怎样的可怜啊----可惜目前的中国的出版业确没有什么可骄傲的. 最大的遗憾是内部嗡嗡的噪音声,估计是中央空调加电脑风扇,当然习惯了每天来这里的人是已不再敏感了-----我们使用现代技术时,也享受他的负作用.

看到教学楼走廊里精致的小旗挂了好些名人名言,爱因斯坦的"提出一个问题远比解决一个问题来得重要",左拉"生命的乐趣在于对无限未知的探求"大意如此,突然很同意他们,-----合适的时间合适的空间,我们会领悟到的~

住宿楼的颜色亦为暗黄色,过于阴沉,感觉不是很好. 中央大道东西贯穿校园, 出西门口时,两个门卫俨然如临大敌, 想起这边校园内治安该不错----不像宁大:稍好的车子锁了两把锁还放不下心----也许这就是自由的代价,觉得宁大自由多了,宁大东区的校园基本没有围墙,通过人工河加树林隔开来----或许这就是缔造者想要给予我们的,没有围墙,没有止境.


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Way

选修的数学史课上,老师提及Aristotle当年就是在散步时传授给学徒他所要传授的, 是啊,为什么我们不这么办? 从何时开始,我们习惯了在教室传授---??????

Take care the way we walk.

The image we consider ourself will build the one we are

春寒料峭?

天气不错,但早上飚车去教室时依然有些冷----春寒料峭?----不懂. 虽然只是前刹还发挥着些作用,总算到目前为止没出什么大事,谢天谢地^^谨慎驾驶


期货理论课上,虽然王老师一再善意提醒班上的同学无须太在意他的PPT所打出的内容,但绝大部分的近乎全部的女生都在唰唰唰埋头奋笔疾书, 搞地他都不得不停下来等抄完,课都讲地不尽兴.
习惯了错,再错时就意识不到我们在犯错. 如何避免?

中午出去时,发现一排的自行车倒下来,到自己爱车上就打住了,运气蛮好的^^