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Being online is no longer something unfamiliar in our life. To some degree, the Internet has influenced many parts of our daily life. But how does it affect our life？ Write a composition of about 200 words on the following topic; How Does the Internet Influence Our Life？

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Fame is very much like an animal chasing its own tail who, when he captures it, does not know what else to do but to continue chasing it. Fame and the exhilarating celebrity that accompanies it, force the famous person to participate in his or her own destruction. Ironic, isnt it？ Those who gain fame most often gain it as a result of possessing a single talent or skill; singing, dancing, painting, or writing, etc. The successful performer develops a style. that is marketed aggressively and gains some popularity, and it is this popularity that usually convinces the performer to continue performing in the same style, since that is what the public seems to want and to enjoy. But in time, the performer becomes bored singing the same songs in the same way year after year, or the painter becomes bored painting similar scenes or portraits, or the actor is tired of playing the same character repeatedly. The demand of the public holds the artist hostage to his or her own success, fame. If the artist attempts to change his or her style. of writing or dancing or singing, etc. , the audience may turn away and look to confer fleeting fickle fame on another and then, in time, on another, and so on and so on.

As I am one of that sauntering tribe of mortals, who spend the greatest part of their time

人生有三重境界，这三重境界可以用一段充满禅机的语言来说明，这段语言便是：看山是山，看水是水；看山不是山，看水不是水；看山还是山，看水还是水。这就是说一个人的人生之初纯洁无瑕，初识世界，一切都是新鲜的，眼睛看见什么就是什么，人家告诉他这是山，他就认识了山，告诉他这是水，他就认识了水。随着年龄渐长，经历的世事渐多，就发现这个世界的问题了。这个世界问题越来越多，越来越复杂，经常是黑白颠倒，是非混淆，无理走遍天下，有理寸步难行，好人无好报，恶人活千年。进入这个阶段，人是激愤的，不平的，忧虑的，疑问的，警惕的，复杂的。人不愿意再轻易地相信什么。人这个时候看山也感慨，看水也叹息，借古讽今，指桑骂槐。山自然不再是单纯的山，水自然不再是单纯的水。一切的一切都是人的主观意志的载体，所谓“好风凭借力，送我上青云”。一个人倘若停留在人生的这一阶段，那就苦了这条性命了。人就会这山望了那山高，不停地攀登，争强好胜，与人比较，怎么做人，如何处世，绞尽脑汁，机关算尽，永无满足的一天。因为这个世界原本就是一个圆的，人外还有人，天外还有天，循环往复，绿水长流。而人的生命是短暂的、有限的，哪里能够去与永恒和无限计较呢？

I took along my son, who had never had any fresh water up his nose and who had seen lily pads only from train windows. On the journey over to the lake I began to wonder what it would be like. I wondered how time would have marred this unique, this holy spot—the coves and streams, the hills that the sun set behind, the camps and the paths behind the camps. I was sure that the tarred road would have found it out and I wondered in what other ways it would be desolated. It is strange how much you can remember about places like that once you allow your mind to return into the grooves which lead back. You remember one thing, and that suddenly reminds you of another thing. I guess I remembered clearest of all the early mornings, when the lake was cool and motionless, remembered how the bedroom smelled of the lumber it was made of and of the wet woods whose scent entered through the screen. The partitions in the camp were thin and did not extend clear to the top of the rooms, and as I was always the first up I would dress softly so as not to wake the others, and sneak out into the sweet outdoors and start out in the canoe, keeping close along the shore in the long shadows of the pines. I remembered being very careful never to rub my paddle against the gunwale for fear of disturbing the stillness of the cathedral.