Food(散文)
Food...The Foundation of Everyone’s Security
New York City, Los Angeles, and a small Arkansas town...What do these geographically and culturally diverse locations have in common? A first glance would lead you to believe they have nothing in common, but after a closer investigation, one common tie can be found. Each location whether metropolitan or rural, is affected by America’s leading industry, agriculture. When a family gathers for a Sunday dinner of steak and potatoes, they are reaping the benefits of American farmers. When a vegetarian searches the grocery store isles in search of non-meat products, he or she is facing the effects of American farmers and their agriculture products. In short, American farmers’ are responsible for supplying American’s with their daily bread baskets. As president George W. Bush stated in a recent forum pertaining to America’s nutritional needs, “Food is the foundation of everyone’s security.” No statement could be truer.
Although most American’s simply run to the grocery store and purchase a loaf of bread or a carton of milk, they do not think about where these products come from or who produced them. As scientific technology is expanding by leaps and bounds, so too has agriculture
The Harvest Moon(诗)
The flame-red moon, the harvest moon,
Rolls along the hills, gently bouncing,
A vast balloon.
Till it takes off, and sinks upward
To lie in the bottom of the sky, like a gold doubloon.
The harvest moon has come,
Booming softly through heaven, like a bassoon.
And earth replies all night, like a deep drum.
So people can’t sleep,
So they go out where elms and oak trees keep
A kneeling vigil, in a religious hush.
The harvest moon has come!
And all the moonlit cows and all the sheep
Stare up, petrified, while the moon swells
Filling heaven, as if red hot and sailing
Closer and closer like the end of the world.
Till the gold fields of stiff wheat
Cry ‘We are ripe, reap us’ and the rivers
Sweat from the melting hills.
Ted Hughes
(Is This The Way To) Amarillo (歌曲)
Neil Sedaka/Howard Greenfield
Sha la la la la la
When the day is dawning,
On a Texas Sunday Morning
How I long to be there
With Marie whos waiting for me there
Every lonely city
Where i hang my hat
Aint as half as pretty,
As where my baby's at
Is this the way to Amarillo?
Every night ive been hugging my pillow
Dreaming dreams of Amarillo
And sweet Marie who waits for me
Show me the way to Amarillo
Ive been weeping like a willow
Crying over Amarillo
And sweet Marie who waits for me
Sha la la la la la la
And Marie who waits for me
Theres a church bell ringing
hear the song of joy that its singing
For the sweet Maria
And the guy whos coming to see her
Just beyond the highway
Theres an open plane and it keeps me going
Through the wind and rain
Is this the way to Amarillo?
Every night ive been hugging my pillow
Dreaming dreams of Amarillo
And sweet Marie who waits for me
Show me the way to Amarillo
Ive been weeping like a willow
Crying over Amarillo and sweet Marie who waits for me
Sha la la la la la la
And Marie who waits for me
Sha la la la la la la
And Marie who waits for me
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