Once, I thought that paper was the greatest invention throughout the whole history of human beings. It could be used to record the events and great thoughts in the history. We realized the ancient society by reading the words written on papers, but everything changed since the technology developed into a high level. Today, we are told not to use more papers in offices, because that only a finger nail size chip can store information as much as the amount of information all the books recorded in the past thousands years. It's very convenient! Additionally, a paperless society can protect our environment by cutting less trees. So, I think that chip maybe the greatest invention in the history. I don't know how excited the people were when they used papers for writting 2,000 years ago. Did they predict that paper can also be replaced by oithe things one day? So,will chips be replaced by other things in the furture? What will be hold in our hand? cell phones? What will be the next great invention? No matter, how the society develops, only two things have to be done during everyone's daily life, sleeping and eating. Bed and food are definitely the greatest invention in the history!

When we faced the extreme weather,we should calm down firstly.then we can seek for help via calling some others to help.If we can not seek for any help,we must depend on ourselves.According to the environment,we need to act the correct ways to save us,and you must confident and brave,having a calm brain to think.

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I've contacted a company which can repair the balances, but they said we need to deliver them to the company. I am trying to see other companies. I put balances in the spreadsheet, but I didn’t put quantity in it. If they can’t be repaired, do we need to order more? Only IA students need them.

I've contacted a company which can repair the balances, but they said we need to deliver them to the company.

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(Quiz) I resumed to practice kendo last January. This is for the first time after I graduated elementary school. In the class, I needed to relearn the correct form and practiced without head gear around seven months. Last August, the teacher allowed me to wear head gear and I ordered that by online. I was looking forward to arriving my head gear. At that time, a Madonna's song was playing in my head. Do you know what Madonna's song was playing in my head? Hint: If you know how to say kendo's head gear in Japanese, you might be able to find the answer. Thank you.

A principal told me that he celebrated the Japanese Obon Festival. He had become the principal when the previous principal passed away. He couldn't bear the sadness and didn’t expect things would end like this. The Japanese Obon Festival is heavily influenced by the Ghost Festival of Buddhism, and the Chinese Taoist Zhongyuan (中元) Festival. Every year when I return to Beijing for the new school year to deal with the toxic work environment, I see people burning joss paper in the dark; then I realize it is the Ghost Festival. These activities for the visiting spirits of the ancestors make me suddenly feel the loneliness of the night and the frigidity of autumn. Maybe this is a good illustration of “spring flowers, autumn moon - when will they end?” or “I who shared spring’s glory share in autumn life’s decay.” I wonder how many more autumns I am likely to see.

The friend can be going simply to support her friend. This is a former student of yours? Hi xx, thank you for your comment. She supports her, but they don’t live in the same country. What she can do is limited. She has visited her during holidays. She studied Mandarin with me.

A principal told me that he celebrated the Japanese Obon Festival. He had become the principal when the previous principal passed away. He couldn't bear the sadness and didn’t expect things would end like this. The Japanese Obon Festival is heavily influenced by the Ghost Festival of Buddhism, and the Chinese Taoist Zhongyuan (中元) Festival. Every year when I return to Beijing for the new school year to deal with the toxic work environment, I see people burning joss paper in the dark; then I realize it is the Ghost Festival. These activities for the visiting spirits of the ancestors make me suddenly feel the loneliness of the night and the coldness of autumn. Maybe this is a good illustration of “spring flowers, autumn moon - when will they end?” or “I who shared spring’s glory share in autumn life’s decay.” I wonder how many more autumns am I likely to see？