【正文】 ars ago about whether Barack and I were doing what39。思想可以通過點擊按鈕跨越海洋。沒有任何一個國家能夠單獨(dú)應(yīng)對它們??唯一的出路就是共同攜手。柯普林成為北京大學(xué)美國富布賴特學(xué)者的時候，她與同事們在首屈一指的科學(xué)雜志上共同發(fā)表論文，建立研究伙伴關(guān)系，這段關(guān)系在他們各自回國后還長久持續(xù)著。或者，他們可能心里想，“嗯，這聽起來很有趣，但它在我的生活中真正有多大用處？”我理解這些年輕人，因為我在上大學(xué)時也有同樣的感受。我們正將高中生、大學(xué)生和研究生送到這里來學(xué)習(xí)中文，我們正邀請中國老師到美國的高校教授普通話，我們?yōu)橄Ｍ魧W(xué)美國的中國學(xué)生提供免費(fèi)的在線咨詢。她母親做兩份全職工作，而她父親晚上工作以維持他們的家庭。這就是為什么我每天都要發(fā)一篇旅行博文，里面有我這次中國之行的視頻和照片—因為我希望美國的年輕人能成為這次訪問的一部分。因為我們一次又一次地看到，當(dāng)所有公民的聲音和觀點都能得到傾聽之時，國家會變得更加強(qiáng)大和繁榮。”而對出國學(xué)習(xí)的年徑美國人來說也是一樣的。第三篇：米歇爾演講First Lady Michelle Obama:Thank you so much, Elaine…we are so grateful for your family’s service and sacrifice…and we will always have your the past few years as First Lady, I have had the extraordinary privilege of traveling all across this everywhere I’ve gone, in the people I’ve met, and the stories I’ve heard, I have seen the very best of the American have seen it in the incredible kindness and warmth that people have shown me and my family, especially our ’ve seen it in teachers in a nearbankrupt school district who vowed to keep teaching without ’ve seen it in people who bee heroes at a moment’s notice, diving into harm’s way to save others…flying across the country to put out a fire…driving for hours to bail out a flooded I’ve seen it in our men and women in uniform and our proud military families…in wounded warriors who tell me they’re not just going to walk again, they’re going to run, and they’re going to run marathons…in the young man blinded by a bomb in Afghanistan who said, simply, “…I’d give my eyes 100 times again to have the chance to do what I have done and what I can still do.”Every day, the people I meet inspire me…every day, they make me proud…every day they remind me how blessed we are to live in the greatest nation on as your First Lady is an honor and a privilege…but back when we first came together four years ago, I still had some concerns about this journey we’d I believed deeply in my husband’s vision for this country…and I was certain he would make an extraordinary President…like any mother, I was worried about what it would mean for our girls if he got that would we keep them grounded under the glare of the national spotlight? How would they feel being uprooted from their school, their friends, and the only home they’d ever known?Our life before moving to Washington was filled with simple joys…Saturdays at soccer games, Sundays at grandma’s house…and a date night for Barack and me was either dinner or a movie, because as an exhausted mom, I couldn’t stay awake for the truth is, I loved the life we had built for our girls…I deeply loved the man I had built that life with…and I didn’t want that to change if he became loved Barack just the way he see, even though back then Barack was Senator and a presidential candidate…to me, he was still the guy who’d picked me up for our dates in a car that was so rusted out, I could actually see the pavement going by through a hole in the passenger side door…h(huán)e was the guy whose proudest possession was a coffee table he’d found in a dumpster, and whose only pair of decent shoes was half a size too when Barack started telling me about his family that’s when I knew I had found a kindred spirit, someone whose values and upbringing were so much like see, Barack and I were both raised by families who didn’t have much in the way of money or material possessions but who had given us something far more valuable their unconditional love, their unflinching sacrifice, and the chance to go places they had never imagined for father was a pump operator at the city water plant, and he was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis when my brother and I were even as a kid, I knew there were plenty of days when he was in pain…I knew there were plenty of mornings when it was a struggle for him to simply get out of every morning, I watched my father wake up with a smile, grab his walker, prop himself up against the bathroom sink, and slowly shave and button his when he returned home after a long day’s work, my brother and I would stand at the top of the stairs to our little apartment, patiently waiting to greet him…watching as he reached down to lift one leg, and then the other, to slowly climb his way into our despite these challenges, my dad hardly ever missed a day of work…h(huán)e and my mom were determined to give me and my brother the kind of education they could only dream when my brother and I finally made it to college, nearly all of our tuition came from student loans and my dad still had to pay a tiny portion of that tuition every semester, he was determined to pay that bill right on time, even taking out loans when he fell was so proud to be sending his kids to college…and he made sure we never missed a registration deadline because his check was see, for my dad, that’s what it meant to be a so many of us, that was the measure of his success in life being able to earn a decent living that allowed him to support his as I got to know Barack, I realized that even though he’d grown up all the way across the country, he’d been brought up just like was raised by a single mother who struggled to pay the bills, and by grandparents who stepped in when she needed ’s grandmother started out as a secretary at a munity bank…and she moved quickly up the ranks…but like so many women, she hit a glass for years, men no more qualified than she was men she had actually trained were promoted up the ladder ahead of her, earning more and more money while Barack’s family continued to scrape day after day, she kept on waking up at dawn to catch the bus…arriving at work before anyone else…giving her best without plaint or she would often tell Barack, “So long as you kids do well, Bar, that’s all that really matters.” Like so many American families, our families weren’t asking for didn’t begrudge anyone else’s success or care that others had much more than they did…in fact, they admired simply believed in that fundamental American promise that, even if you don’t start out with much, if you work har