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    中国是女人当家,男人挣钱

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    你好 ! Short presentation in chinese

    so.. i've done just few lessons of chinese:) could you please correct my presentation?

    你好
    我是 巴伦蒂娜 (valentina?) 我 是 意大利 人 , 我 生活在威尼斯

    我有一个弟弟 , 他的名字是 瓦莱里奥(Valerio)
    我没有动物
    我喜欢吃东西

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    自己写的诗歌《灯塔》《The lighthouse 》

    仰望在那凌危之巅的灯塔
    你的光芒
    照耀着脚下
    如同天使
    愿含着泪救助繁华
    如同文明
    拯救了一个国家

    万物都为你的爱欢唱
    星星也由你得到陪伴
    可是,您是否知道
    另一座山的生命正在哭喊
    哭喊着你的不是
    哭喊着他的不幸

    因为那儿没有光芒
    没有花草茁壮生长
    那一座座山阻挡了您的阳光
    枯藤老树挂着昏鸦
    沉寂的森林没有繁华
    灯塔照不到的角落
    又有谁会记起
    那死寂愁苦的嘶哑

    2012年11月27日

     

    Look at that LingWei on the top of the lighthouse

    Your light

    Shining at the foot of

    Like an angel

    Willing to rescue, with tears in heart

    As civilization

    To save a country

    All things for you love to sing

    The stars also get accompanied by you

    But, you know

    Another mountain of life is crying

    Crying is not you

    Cried his misfortune

    Because there is no light

    No flowers and plants thrive

    The mountains blocked your sunshine

    Dry vine old tree faint crow

    Silence of the forest is not flourishing

    The lighthouse according to less than in the corner

    Who will remember

    The shine and sorrow of hoarse

    On November 27, 2012

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    In those years, we climbed the mountain, pick wild fruit is, is a rare sight. By accident, by the side of the road to see an unknown wild fruit for many years, a sour sweet taste, more evoked memories of my childhood fun. S in the 1970 s, is the extreme lack of substance, eat, forever is the theme of the man s memory. We present this kind of wild fruit, the child, I like to the mountains together to gather, if meet with things like herbs can also change a few cents, more exciting thing. Childhood, though bitter, but very happy. Now children, scoff at these things already, they naturally there would be no we had the kind of happiness feeling, really feel sorry for them. Setting of the sun, slowly, slowly, stage and all kinds of animals on the mountain, you sing me and, the mountain becomes a busy stage, ears, attentive listening, recognize their voice. Suddenly, the terror of a hoot, hair, I will fly also ran home. Ha ha, the scene was like as a child.
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