There are many ways of traveling. People may t ravel by plane if they want to t ravel far and reach their destination in a shorter time. I t is the most comfor table but expensive way. Most people travel by train because it is a less expensive way but the compar tments are cramped and stuffy. Bus journey is a cheaper way but it is spent on narrow, bumpy roads which are crowded with traffic. Trips by ship may be the cheapest and most comfortable way but it takes too much time.
I like traveling by bike. I can set out when I like and stop when I like. I can go wherever I like so that I can enjoy delightful spots rarely visited by other travelers. When I feel tired, I sit down by the bike and have a good rest. Besides, I can save much money for tickets and much time in waiting for thet rain or bus. I can cover more places by riding a bike than going on foot.
Traveling by bike is good to health. It is really a sort of good exercise to st rengthen one's muscles and to test one's will. Moreover, it brings no pollution to the air. So it helps to clean the atmosphere.
Grandpa always like in the afternoon breeze, sunlight, walking through the window on the carpet, put a gentle quiet, with rural atmosphere of music, a cup of heady mist of longjing tea, comfortably lying on an old palace chair, in a room full of tea, lit up a cigarette, then, blow out easily with the mouth one loop, the spread of watching them freely...
However, although grandpa likes smoking very much, it is harmful after all. Grandpa grandma don't support smoking, but never forced grandfather smoking, always patient and some excerpts from books and magazines about smoking is harmful to one's health in the paragraph, then the nightstand. And grandpa always don't care, will the pages with a double, is back on the bed, grandma is helpless smile, the second day, and have a new a stack of books on the bed.
To be honest, I hate people for smoking because their smoke is so pungent. I can't imagine grandfather smoking a few years be: because smoking and into black or dark yellow teeth, sickness because of smoking, because smoking its healthy lung smoke escapes into black, but I don't like the suffocating odor.
I have advised my grandfather to give up smoking several times, but my grandfather is always on smiling without a word and can't hear a word. My father tried to persuade him, but it didn't work. Smoke several times, I was secretly to grandpa's hidden in a corner, watch my grandpa face tense rummaged through all the pockets but I could not bear, put cigarettes in a prominent place, looking at grandpa found cigarettes the expression of the heart.
Uncle is not in favor of grandpa so fanatical smoking, because he is a bad illness after smoking after a vindication, uncle hate cigarettes made him sick, he deeply understand the smoke is murderous liuxue86.com fiend, he always said to grandpa, sobbed once in a while, I can't tube. But you smoke so much every day, other people cigarette smoke box to also label "smoking is harmful to health"! Well, I wouldn't advise you... Grandpa began some shaken, how many times, just picked up a cigarette and put down, eyes reveal how much hesitation, several times, when lit cigarette lighter, grandpa will be lighter down... I can understand the feeling of smoking.
Mom and dad to let grandpa to quit smoking, each time you visit grandpa always bring a parcel from the supermarket to buy snacks, is for grandpa to smoke when eating; Uncle somehow from the factory for a couple of small plastic stick, said to give up smoking to quit addiction "" the hand, in many people's efforts, grandpa expectations, gave the smoke all to the colleague, threw the cigarette lighter on one side, it seems that he is really made up his mind to.
Now, every day in the afternoon, grandpa still lying in a plush chair, drink a mouthful of strong tea, just missing a cigarette in her hand, the less at the top of the loop of one by one.
A dream is to a man what wings are to a bird. With a dream in the deep heart's core, a man is spontaneously driven to hitch his wagon to a star. A dream is an inexhaustible source of energy that keeps our enthusiasm burning, and kindles our desire to enhance our spiritual cultivation, refine our character, and upgrade our quality of life. A life without a dream is like a bird with broken wings, confined to a cage and oblivious of what lies beyond the range of its vision. On the contrary, a man with a dream is like a warrior armed with ambition, foresight and gallantry, daring to step into an unknown domain to make a journey of adventure. It is dream that adds fullness, variety, and spice to our life and makes it worth living.
I have a dream. It is a dream that is deeply rooted in human nature. I dream that one day people of all origins can live in harmony and peace without being discriminated against or persecuted. The bounty of the earth can be shared by every single human being. Mutual respect will guarantee the existence and continuation of the diversity of customs and cultures. Love, sympathy, and cooperation will alleviate the sufferings and disasters inflicted upon our fellow men. Respect for basic human rights will put an end to social injustices and evils.