The chief financial officer of Chinese search engine Baidu.com has died after an accident while on vacation in China, the company said.
Shawn Wang, who joined the company in 2004, helped Baidu list in the US on the Nasdaq stock exchange the following year. He died on December 27 during a Christmas

Zheng Guoguang is a commander-in-chief without a uniform. On alert are 53,000 high-caliber "troops" with their aim fixed on clouds and winds, and a regiment armed with 7,000 artilleries and 5,000 rocket launchers.
On his command, they fire at least 1 million shells and chemical pellets a year - no

    Tea is the steady companion of the Scottish day, and each hotel, no matter how humble, stocks its rooms with supplies for brew-ups: electric pot for boiling water, ceramic pot for brewing, china cups and small tea-creamers, a raft of teas, honey, fresh milk, and lemons. This is a delight and astonishment, for not only is there

　　I still remember the day when I first came to the college. Being a boy of 17, I was longing for a new life as a college student; but, at the same time, I had no idea what college life would be like.
　　That morning when the bus carried me to the gate of the college. I was so excited that my heart was beating very fast

Children learn best by observing the behavior of adults and copying it.
The Process of growing up is very complex for children. Among countless factors that influence children's growth, the behavior of adults plays a significant role in shaping children's inclination and character. After the baby is born, the first and the nearest adults

There is a temple at the foot of Nanshan，and an ancient banyan is in front of it.
One morning,a young monk gets up to clean up the courtyard and sees the fallen leaves from the ancient banyan are everywhere,he can't help worrying and look at the tree to sigh.
For his sorrow is on the toppest,he throws down the broom and rushes to

The jockey came to the doorway of the dining room, then after a moment stepped to one side and stood motionless, with his back to the wall. The room was crowded, as this was the third day of the season and all the hotels in the town were full. In the dining room bouquets of August roses scattered their petals on the white table linen and from th

She came into the living room, her music satchel plopping against her winter-stockinged legs and her other arm weighted down with school books, and stood for a moment listening to the sounds from the studio. A soft procession of piano chords and the tuning of a violin. Then Mister Bilderbach called out to her in his chunky, guttural tones:

It has been so bitterly cold here in Pennsylvania.
I can’t remember a winter being as cold as this, but I’m sure there were colder days.
Even though the daylight hours are growing longer minute by minute, it’s easy to find an excuse not to go out unless you absolutely must, but bhen again I of

Lisey Debusher Landon lost her husband, Scott, two years ago, after a twenty-five-year marriage of the most profound and sometimes frightening intimacy. Scott was an award-winning, bestselling novelist and a very complicated man. Early in their relationship, before they married, Lisey had to learn from him about books and blood. Later, she understo

Chinese Valentine's Day （or “Qi Qiao Jie ”） falls on the seventh day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar （August according to the Gregorian calendar）. As is the custom elsewhere in the world, this is a day devoted to romance.
　　In China, this day is also known as “The Begging Festival” or “The Daughter's Festival.” It is an important d

avelling began to be really good, the horse caught one of his forefeet
against the loop of a root, was thrown violently forward, and the bundle
slipped noiselessly from the saddle to the ea

nbsp;locust trees; then walk out into the country
for an hour or more; then back to his room and more law until midnight by
the light of his tallow dip.
But this was not an o

er tree in front of a tavern bearing the sign of the Virginia
arms, a group of students of William and Mary, the new aristocrats of the
West, were singing, gambling, drinking; while at

"O may I join the choir invisible
Of those immortal dead who live again
In minds made better by their presence. . .
. . . feed pure love,
Beget the smiles that have no cruelty,