Resume:
In July p>1983, I graduated from the Planning and Statistics Department of Anhui University of Finance and Trade with a bachelor's degree in economics. In 1984, he studied in the advanced teacher training class of China Renmin University. From September 1983 to December 1992, he worked in the Statistics Department of Nanjing University of Economics, and served as a teacher, deputy director and director of the teaching and research section. In January 1993, he was transferred to the Department of Economics and Trade of our college as deputy director and director. He is also the executive director of China University Business Economic Research Association, the vice president of Jiangsu Macroeconomics Association, the director of Jiangsu Economic Association, and the deputy secretary general of Jiangsu Marketing Association. In 1994, he was hired as a soft science evaluation expert of Jiangsu Science and Technology Progress Award Committee. He is currently the vice president and professor of Nanjing Institute of Economics.
Work and study experience:
Research direction: macroeconomic theory, industrial economy theory, market economy theory and policy, etc.
scientific research achievements: he has presided over six provincial-level scientific research projects such as Research on the Development of Jiangsu Industrial Pillar Industries, published more than 6 papers, and edited or wrote 19 monographs and textbooks, including 5 prize-winning textbooks and papers.
Awards: In July, 1994, he was awarded the title of "Outstanding Young Key Teacher in Jiangsu Ordinary Colleges and Universities" by Jiangsu Provincial Education Commission, and in July, 1996, he won the silver award of "Excellent Education Gardener of Redwood" in Jiangsu Province.
Reference: China Economics Education and Research Network
Pasternak sent his son to the United States to change his diary poem, elegy, London Essay Traveler, 1998 Spring Festival, Scarborough, Ye Zhi
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can't offer a bunch of flowers to your graveyard, but he is destined to devote his whole life to reading your poems
through thousands of miles of snow
The breaking of a festival and the trembling of my soul
can finally follow his own heart. That's
the secret of fate. You can't say
just bear, bear, and deepen the notch in your writing
To get, but give up
To live, you ask yourself to die, and die completely
That's who you are. You found me
to test me from disaster to disaster, which made my life suddenly painful
from snow to death. I
call out those noble names
those exiles, sacrifices, witnesses, those souls
who meet in the tremor of the Mass
those shining in death, and my
own land! The tears in the eyes of livestock in the north
the maple leaves burning in the wind
the darkness and hunger in people's stomachs. How can I
put aside all this to talk about myself
Just like you, you have to endure more violent snowstorms
to keep your Russia, your Larissa, that beautiful, harmless
yours.
Autumn in Levitan illuminated by candlelight
Death, praise and sin in Pushkin's poems
Spring is coming, and the vast and bare black
Turn your soul towards all this, poet
This is suffering, the highest law that rises from the bottom of your heart
It's not suffering, it's what you finally bear.
Come irresistibly.
this is a disgrace! It's winter in Beijing in December
It's sadness in your eyes, searching and questioning
The bell is pressing my soul
It's pain, it's happiness, To say it
needs to fill my life with ice and snow
------------------------. A person who retreats here
can't help being ignited by gloomy spirit
All roads have passed, and all the days
lean towards this night
to live or die, which is all
Only a few snow remains in winter
hard and brilliant, and the coldest
among these dark wills is to die. Noble. Dignity
Starlight rises, the canyon goes back, and a person who has gone through
all ports, lost and time strikes
finally comes here
here and now. One, or many
arrive and settle down between words, and can live
eat stones
and have a vicissitudes of life. Relatives far away in another world
and eagles flying high over this stone kingdom
are the guarantee for him to bear loneliness
Nothing else, this is the last camp, and there is no comfort
and there is no need to comfort
those. Shifting the stone
will form a poem
or reveal a greater mystery
Now, when the mountains flood, he can light
the highest candle
or blow it out. Give up everything
Silence is the final completion
--------------------------. It comes
windy moment, dark and helpless
moment! Watcher
Can we take our fate by beating rocks?
If we avoid all this, can we
find happiness elsewhere?
watcher! Your eyelashes are bitter
your hands are spread out,
and a thunderstorm comes over the city beyond the garden, gloomy
. There's nothing else
you can only make your pain worse
you can only look at the garden and
get darker and darker
stay still in the reflection of another world, Watcher! Put your life
here
let your relatives go far away
let lightning enter this land more deeply
the garden will light up
to compete with the darkness. All you need is a word
, a
firm and bright
word
-----------coming.
what is gripping my heart? My son
knew that the wheels of the plane
landed lightly at San Francisco Bay Airport.
I can't tell whether it's sunshine or snowy light, and the distant mountains are blue.
There is still a frost in the collar of North China;
Son, don't hold my hand all the time.
In this maze-shining transit hall,
you will find your passage.
The boundless space and time has made a bird dizzy
What will happen next? Son, fasten your
Li Ning sneakers. Let's see you again
Let me bless you in every poem; From then on,
there is a dreamy ocean between you and me.
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