jk罗琳演讲稿

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1.jk罗琳演讲稿 篇一

President Faust, members of the Harvard Corporation and the Board of Overseers, members of the faculty, proud parents, and, above all, graduates.The first thing I would like to say is ¡®thank you.¡¯ Not only has Harvard given me an extraordinary honour, but the weeks of fear and nausea I have endured at the thought of giving this commencement address have made me lose weight.A win-win situation!Now all I have to do is take deep breaths, squint at the red banners and convince myself that I am at the world¡¯s largest Gryffindor reunion.Delivering a commencement address is a great responsibility;or so I thought until I cast my mind back to my own graduation.The commencement speaker that day was the distinguished British philosopher Baroness Mary Warnock.Reflecting on her speech has helped me enormously in writing this one, because it turns out that I can¡¯t remember a single word she said.This liberating discovery enables me to proceed without any fear that I might inadvertently influence you to abandon promising careers in business, the law or politics for the giddy delights of becoming a gay wizard.You see? If all you remember in years to come is the ¡®gay wizard¡¯ joke, I¡¯ve come out ahead of Baroness Mary Warnock.Achievable goals: the first step to self improvement.Actually, I have wracked my mind and heart for what I ought to say to you today.I have asked myself what I wish I had known at my own graduation, and what important lessons I have learned in the 21 years that have expired between that day and this.I have come up with two answers.On this wonderful day when we are gathered together to celebrate your academic success, I have decided to talk to you about the benefits of failure.And as you stand on the threshold of what is sometimes called ¡®real life¡¯, I want to extol the crucial importance of imagination.These may seem quixotic or paradoxical choices, but please bear with me.Looking back at the 21-year-old that I was at graduation, is a slightly uncomfortable experience for the 42-year-old that she has become.Half my lifetime ago, I was striking an uneasy balance between the ambition I had for myself, and what those closest to me expected of me.I was convinced that the only thing I wanted to do, ever, was to write novels.However, my parents, both of whom came from impoverished backgrounds and neither of whom had been to college, took the view that my overactive imagination was an amusing personal quirk that would never pay a mortgage, or secure a pension.I know that the irony strikes with the force of a cartoon anvil, now.So they hoped that I would take a vocational degree;I wanted to study English Literature.A compromise was reached that in retrospect satisfied nobody, and I went up to study Modern Languages.Hardly had my parents¡¯ car rounded the corner at the end of the road than I ditched German and scuttled off down the Classics corridor.I cannot remember telling my parents that I was studying Classics;they might well have found out for the first time on graduation day.Of all the subjects on this planet, I think they would have been hard put to name one less useful than Greek mythology when it came to securing the keys to an executive bathroom.I would like to make it clear, in parenthesis, that I do not blame my parents for their point of view.There is an expiry date on blaming your parents for steering you in the wrong direction;the moment you are old enough to take the wheel, responsibility lies with you.What is more, I cannot criticise my parents for hoping that I would never experience poverty.They had been poor themselves, and I have since been poor, and I quite agree with them that it is not an ennobling experience.Poverty entails fear, and stress, and sometimes depression;it means a thousand petty humiliations and hardships.Climbing out of poverty by your own efforts, that is indeed something on which to pride yourself, but poverty itself is romanticised only by fools.What I feared most for myself at your age was not poverty, but failure.At your age, in spite of a distinct lack of motivation at university, where I had spent far too long in the coffee bar writing stories, and far too little time at lectures, I had a knack for passing examinations, and that, for years, had been the measure of success in my life and that of my peers.I am not dull enough to suppose that because you are young, gifted and well-educated, you have never known hardship or heartbreak.Talent and intelligence never yet inoculated anyone against the caprice of the Fates, and I do not for a moment suppose that everyone here has enjoyed an existence of unruffled privilege and contentment.However, the fact that you are graduating from Harvard suggests that you are not very well-acquainted with failure.You might be driven by a fear of failure quite as much as a desire for success.Indeed, your conception of failure might not be too far from the average person¡¯s idea of success, so high have you already flown.Ultimately, we all have to decide for ourselves what constitutes failure, but the world is quite eager to give you a set of criteria if you let it.So I think it fair to say that by any conventional measure, a mere seven years after my graduation day, I had failed on an epic scale.An exceptionally short-lived marriage had imploded, and I was jobless, a lone parent, and as poor as it is possible to be in modern Britain, without being homeless.The fears that my parents had had for me, and that I had had for myself, had both come to pass, and by every usual standard, I was the biggest failure I knew.Now, I am not going to stand here and tell you that failure is fun.That period of my life was a dark one, and I had no idea that there was going to be what the press has since represented as a kind of fairy tale resolution.I had no idea then how far the tunnel extended, and for a long time, any light at the end of it was a hope rather than a reality.So why do I talk about the benefits of failure? Simply because failure meant a stripping away of the inessential.I stopped pretending to myself that I was anything other than what I was, and began to direct all my energy into finishing the only work that mattered to me.Had I really succeeded at anything else, I might never have found the determination to succeed in the one arena I believed I truly belonged.I was set free, because my greatest fear had been realised, and I was still alive, and I still had a daughter whom I adored, and I had an old typewriter and a big idea.And so rock bottom became the solid foundation on which I rebuilt my life.You might never fail on the scale I did, but some failure in life is inevitable.It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have lived at all ¨C in which case, you fail by default.Failure gave me an inner security that I had never attained by passing examinations.Failure taught me things about myself that I could have learned no other way.I discovered that I had a strong will, and more discipline than I had suspected;I also found out that I had friends whose value was truly above the price of rubies.The knowledge that you have emerged wiser and stronger from setbacks means that you are, ever after, secure in your ability to survive.You will never truly know yourself, or the strength of your relationships, until both have been tested by adversity.Such knowledge is a true gift, for all that it is painfully won, and it has been worth more than any qualification I ever earned.So given a Time Turner, I would tell my 21-year-old self that personal happiness lies in knowing that life is not a check-list of acquisition or achievement.Your qualifications, your CV, are not your life, though you will meet many people of my age and older who confuse the two.Life is difficult, and complicated, and beyond anyone¡¯s total control, and the humility to know that will enable you to survive its vicissitudes.Now you might think that I chose my second theme, the importance of imagination, because of the part it played in rebuilding my life, but that is not wholly so.Though I personally will defend the value of bedtime stories to my last gasp, I have learned to value imagination in a much broader sense.Imagination is not only the uniquely human capacity to envision that which is not, and therefore the fount of all invention and innovation.In its arguably most transformative and revelatory capacity, it is the power that enables us to empathise with humans whose experiences we have never shared.One of the greatest formative experiences of my life preceded Harry Potter, though it informed much of what I subsequently wrote in those books.This revelation came in the form of one of my earliest day jobs.Though I was sloping off to write stories during my lunch hours, I paid the rent in my early 20s by working at the African research department at Amnesty International¡¯s headquarters in London.There in my little office I read hastily scribbled letters smuggled out of totalitarian regimes by men and women who were risking imprisonment to inform the outside world of what was happening to them.I saw photographs of those who had disappeared without trace, sent to Amnesty by their desperate families and friends.I read the testimony of torture victims and saw pictures of their injuries.I opened handwritten, eye-witness accounts of summary trials and executions, of kidnappings and rapes.Many of my co-workers were ex-political prisoners, people who had been displaced from their homes, or fled into exile, because they had the temerity to speak against their governments.Visitors to our offices included those who had come to give information, or to try and find out what had happened to those they had left behind.I shall never forget the African torture victim, a young man no older than I was at the time, who had become mentally ill after all he had endured in his homeland.He trembled uncontrollably as he spoke into a video camera about the brutality inflicted upon him.He was a foot taller than I was, and seemed as fragile as a child.I was given the job of escorting him back to the Underground Station afterwards, and this man whose life had been shattered by cruelty took my hand with exquisite courtesy, and wished me future happiness.And as long as I live I shall remember walking along an empty corridor and suddenly hearing, from behind a closed door, a scream of pain and horror such as I have never heard since.The door opened, and the researcher poked out her head and told me to run and make a hot drink for the young man sitting with her.She had just had to give him the news that in retaliation for his own outspokenness against his country¡¯s regime, his mother had been seized and executed.Every day of my working week in my early 20s I was reminded how incredibly fortunate I was, to live in a country with a democratically elected government, where legal representation and a public trial were the rights of everyone.Every day, I saw more evidence about the evils humankind will inflict on their fellow humans, to gain or maintain power.I began to have nightmares, literal nightmares, about some of the things I saw, heard, and read.And yet I also learned more about human goodness at Amnesty International than I had ever known before.Amnesty mobilises thousands of people who have never been tortured or imprisoned for their beliefs to act on behalf of those who have.The power of human empathy, leading to collective action, saves lives, and frees prisoners.Ordinary people, whose personal well-being and security are assured, join together in huge numbers to save people they do not know, and will never meet.My small participation in that process was one of the most humbling and inspiring experiences of my life.Unlike any other creature on this planet, humans can learn and understand, without having experienced.They can think themselves into other people¡¯s places.Of course, this is a power, like my brand of fictional magic, that is morally neutral.One might use such an ability to manipulate, or control, just as much as to understand or sympathise.And many prefer not to exercise their imaginations at all.They choose to remain comfortably within the bounds of their own experience, never troubling to wonder how it would feel to have been born other than they are.They can refuse to hear screams or to peer inside cages;they can close their minds and hearts to any suffering that does not touch them personally;they can refuse to know.I might be tempted to envy people who can live that way, except that I do not think they have any fewer nightmares than I do.Choosing to live in narrow spaces leads to a form of mental agoraphobia, and that brings its own terrors.I think the wilfully unimaginative see more monsters.They are often more afraid.What is more, those who choose not to empathise enable real monsters.For without ever committing an act of outright evil ourselves, we collude with it, through our own apathy.One of the many things I learned at the end of that Classics corridor down which I ventured at the age of 18, in search of something I could not then define, was this, written by the Greek author Plutarch: What we achieve inwardly will change outer reality.That is an astonishing statement and yet proven a thousand times every day of our lives.It expresses, in part, our inescapable connection with the outside world, the fact that we touch other people¡¯s lives simply by existing.But how much more are you, Harvard graduates of 2008, likely to touch other people¡¯s lives? Your intelligence, your capacity for hard work, the education you have earned and received, give you unique status, and unique responsibilities.Even your nationality sets you apart.The great majority of you belong to the world¡¯s only remaining superpower.The way you vote, the way you live, the way you protest, the pressure you bring to bear on your government, has an impact way beyond your borders.That is your privilege, and your burden.If you choose to use your status and influence to raise your voice on behalf of those who have no voice;if you choose to identify not only with the powerful, but with the powerless;if you retain the ability to imagine yourself into the lives of those who do not have your advantages, then it will not only be your proud families who celebrate your existence, but thousands and millions of people whose reality you have helped change.We do not need magic to change the world, we carry all the power we need inside ourselves already: we have the power to imagine better.I am nearly finished.I have one last hope for you, which is something that I already had at 21.The friends with whom I sat on graduation day have been my friends for life.They are my children¡¯s godparents, the people to whom I¡¯ve been able to turn in times of trouble, people who have been kind enough not to sue me when I took their names for Death Eaters.At our graduation we were bound by enormous affection, by our shared experience of a time that could never come again, and, of course, by the knowledge that we held certain photographic evidence that would be exceptionally valuable if any of us ran for Prime Minister.So today, I wish you nothing better than similar friendships.And tomorrow, I hope that even if you remember not a single word of mine, you remember those of Seneca, another of those old Romans I met when I fled down the Classics corridor, in retreat from career ladders, in search of ancient wisdom:

As is a tale, so is life: not how long it is, but how good it is, is what matters.I wish you all very good lives.Thank you very much.

2.白手起家的成功人士JK罗琳 篇二

乔治·索罗斯(英语：George Soros)，本名是捷尔吉·施瓦茨(Gyoumlrgy Schwartz)，匈牙利出生的美国籍犹太裔商人，他是索罗斯基金管理公司和开放社会研究所主席，是外交事务委员会董事会前成员。1930年出生于匈牙利布达佩斯的一个犹太律师家庭。 1947年移居英国，1949-1953年进入伦敦经济学院学习经济学。1954-1979年在伦敦和纽约默默无闻地从事证券交易和金融分析。 1956年移居美国，1961年结婚并成为美国公民。1979年，索罗斯将1973年与人合作成立的“索罗斯基金”更名为“量子基金”。 1984年，在家乡布达佩斯成立“索罗斯慈善基金会”。至1990年，“索罗斯基金组织”在26个国家设立了89个机构。 1992年9月，索罗斯趁英镑危机，短短一个月内赚取了创纪录的15亿美元，并以牛津大学主要资助人身份成为该校董事会成员。 1993年，索罗斯以11亿美元的年收入成为美国历史上第一个年收入超10亿美元的人。其后的索罗斯名声大噪。 1994年6月，被《华尔街日报》称为“全球金融界的坏孩子”。7月，索罗斯在泰国大量抛售泰铢，此举被认为是世人瞩目的东南亚金融风暴的导火索。 8月5日至28日，以索罗斯为首的多家巨型国际金融机构(以美资投资基金和投资银行为主力)联手同中国香港特区政府在汇市、股市、期货市场斗法，双方投入巨资“激战”约两周时间，以港府初步胜利暂告一段落。 时至今日,许多亚洲国家仍然笼罩在的金融危机的阴云中,对他们来说索罗斯简直是一个阴魂不散的恶魔。他以在格鲁吉亚的玫瑰革命中扮演的角色而闻名世界，在美国以募集大量资金试图阻止乔治·布什的再次当选总统而闻名。7月27日早间乔治索罗斯正式宣布将结束其长达40年的对冲基金经理职业生涯。 福布斯全球亿万富豪榜排名第30位。

3.罗琳哈佛大学毕业典礼上的演讲稿 篇三

以下是英文文稿和中文翻译：

The Fringe Benefits of Failure, and the Importance of Imagination

Harvard University Commencement Address

J.K. Rowling

Copyright June

As prepared for delivery

President Faust, members of the Harvard Corporation and the Board of Overseers, members of the faculty, proud parents, and, above all, graduates.

The first thing I would like to say is ‘thank you.’ Not only has Harvard given me an extraordinary honour, but the weeks of fear and nausea I have endured at the thought of giving this commencement address have made me lose weight. A win-win situation! Now all I have to do is take deep breaths, squint at the red banners and convince myself that I am at the world’s largest Gryffindor reunion.

Delivering a commencement address is a great responsibility; or so I thought until I cast my mind back to my own graduation. The commencement speaker that day was the distinguished British philosopher Baroness Mary Warnock. Reflecting on her speech has helped me enormously in writing this one, because it turns out that I can’t remember a single word she said. This liberating discovery enables me to proceed without any fear that I might inadvertently influence you to abandon promising careers in business, the law or politics for the giddy delights of becoming a gay wizard.

You see? If all you remember in years to come is the ‘gay wizard’ joke, I’ve come out ahead of Baroness Mary Warnock. Achievable goals: the first step to self improvement.

Actually, I have wracked my mind and heart for what I ought to say to you today. I have asked myself what I wish I had known at my own graduation, and what important lessons I have learned in the 21 years that have expired between that day and this.

I have come up with two answers. On this wonderful day when we are gathered together to celebrate your academic success, I have decided to talk to you about the benefits of failure. And as you stand on the threshold of what is sometimes called ‘real life’, I want to extol the crucial importance of imagination.

These may seem quixotic or paradoxical choices, but please bear with me.

Looking back at the 21-year-old that I was at graduation, is a slightly uncomfortable experience for the 42-year-old that she has become. Half my lifetime ago, I was striking an uneasy balance between the ambition I had for myself, and what those closest to me expected of me.

I was convinced that the only thing I wanted to do, ever, was to write novels. However, my parents, both of whom came from impoverished backgrounds and neither of whom had been to college, took the view that my overactive imagination was an amusing personal quirk that would never pay a mortgage, or secure a pension. I know that the irony strikes with the force of a cartoon anvil, now.

So they hoped that I would take a vocational degree; I wanted to study English Literature. A compromise was reached that in retrospect satisfied nobody, and I went up to study Modern Languages. Hardly had my parents’ car rounded the corner at the end of the road than I ditched German and scuttled off down the Classics corridor.

I cannot remember telling my parents that I was studying Classics; they might well have found out for the first time on graduation day. Of all the subjects on this planet, I think they would have been hard put to name one less useful than Greek mythology when it came to securing the keys to an executive bathroom.

I would like to make it clear, in parenthesis, that I do not blame my parents for their point of view. There is an expiry date on blaming your parents for steering you in the wrong direction; the moment you are old enough to take the wheel, responsibility lies with you. What is more, I cannot criticise my parents for hoping that I would never experience poverty. They had been poor themselves, and I have since been poor, and I quite agree with them that it is not an ennobling experience. Poverty entails fear, and stress, and sometimes depression; it means a thousand petty humiliations and hardships. Climbing out of poverty by your own efforts, that is indeed something on which to pride yourself, but poverty itself is romanticised only by fools.

What I feared most for myself at your age was not poverty, but failure.

4.杰克.罗琳名人名言 篇四

2，我们不需要魔法来改变世界，我们已经在我们的内心拥有了足够的力量：那就是把世界想象成更好的力量。——罗琳

3，现在已经不是抱怨父母引导自己走错方向的时候了，如今的你们已经足够大来决定自己前进的路程，责任要靠自己承担。——罗琳

4，贫穷会引起恐惧、压力，有时候甚至是沮丧。这意味着小心眼、卑微和很多艰难困苦。通过自己的努力摆脱贫穷确实是件很值得自豪的事情，但只有傻瓜才对贫穷本身夸夸其谈。——罗琳

5，失败给了我内心的安宁，这种安宁是顺利通过测验考试获得不了的。失败让我认识自己，这些是没法从其他地方学到的。——罗琳

6，为什么我说失败是有好处的?因为失败将那些非本质的东西剥离了，我不再伪装自己，我找到了真正的我。我将所有的精力都投入到我最重要的也是唯一的工作中去――写小说。如果我此前在其他方面成功过，那么，我也许永远不会下这样的决心。我自由了，因为我最大的恐惧已成为现实，而我依然活着，有一个可爱的女儿，还有一台旧打字机和一个大大的梦想。我生命中的最低点也是我重建生活的坚实基础。”她告诫年轻人：面临挫折时，永远不要放弃希望。——罗琳

7，小时侯喜欢马尔福一样坏坏的男生，长大后才知道像哈利一样善良的才值得去爱——罗琳

8，决定我们一生的，不是我们的能力，而是我们的选择。——罗琳

9，贫穷会引起恐惧、压力，有时候甚至是沮丧。这意味着小心眼、卑微和很多艰难困苦。通过自己的努力摆脱贫穷确实是件很值得自豪的事情，但只有傻瓜才对贫穷本身夸夸其谈。

5.jk罗琳演讲稿 篇五

整改措施

由于材料副斜井目前施工用的JK-2.5m型提升绞车为八十年代的产品，绞车的安全回路的保护装置与新型绞车相比，保护较少，但过卷保护、过流、深度指示、闸瓦制动、速度保护、信号保护等基本齐备，加之在最初安装前安装人员未进行仔细检查，造成了机房布线不规范，为保证斜井提升运输安全，确保施工安全顺利进行，特制定此措施，希机电维修人员与作业人员认真按措施执行。

一、及时更换磨损严重的闸瓦。目前已经更换了两组闸瓦，还剩 余两组闸瓦未更换，剩余未更换的两组闸瓦更换时间为两天，即在6月22日必须完成此项任务，该任务完成队组为机电保障组，责任人为赵先华、刘小军。如到期未完成任务，处理责任人500.00元。

二、为保障绞车运行安全，必须完善绞车的保护装置，可增加绞 车的后备保护装置，该装置能实现绞车运行工况的智能监测，绞车司机可以通过该装置反映出故障问题进行应急处理，及时停机，防止事故发生，比如运行速度太快时，该装置能发出报警声，提示绞车司机该减速等。由于增加该装置涉及到设备选型、厂家现场调研、设备采购、线路设计改造等诸多因数，故完善此保护装置的时间较长。设备选型与调研时间为三天、设备购买与设备到货时间为七天，设备安装与调试时间七天，其中考虑到要减少对生产的影响，必须合理利用时间，生产与维修必须协调好。但是该装置的完成时间最迟在七月十五

日前必须完成。该任务完成队组为机电保障组，责任人为赵先华、刘小军。如到期未按要求完成任务，处理责任人500.00元。所有工作任务的考核人为刘永红、罗超。

三、安全技术措施

1、所有作业人员必须持证上岗，熟悉绞车的结构与性能。

2、绞车司机必须持证上岗、必须勤培训学习，提高其操作技能，熟悉绞车性能与故障的应急处理程序。特别是信号不明时不准开车。

3、绞车在使用期间必须每天指派专人（刘小军）进行检查巡视、专人（杜德俊）维修，必须勤保养、勤检查，减少绞车的机电故障的发生率，确保绞车正常安全运转。

4、加强对绞车信号工的培训，斜井信号工必须熟悉绞车打点信号的流程，按岗标要求进行操作。

5、副斜井的所有作业人员必须坚持“行车不行人、行人不行车”的管理制度，增加斜坡挡车栏的数量，特别是挖掘机的装载点处必须安装阻车器，防止跑车事故发生。

6、绞车维修人员必须每天检查绞车的闸瓦磨损情况，如发现有磨损严重的闸瓦，必须及时更换；必须每班检查绞车的安全保护装置是否灵敏可靠，如发现问题必须及时维修完善；维修人员必须每天检查钢丝绳的磨损状况并做好绳检记录；维修人员必须每天检查提升箕斗的钩头的完好状况，如磨损严重或不符合要求必须及时更换。

7、更换绞车闸瓦时必须先将提升车辆固定牢固，带检查确认好后，再发出信号，并电话通知绞车房，才能进行下道工序的作业。

8、更换闸瓦前，必须将绞车的滚筒固定牢固，经专人检查落实确认后才能进行作业。

9、在更换闸瓦的过程中，未经检修人员与安全监护人员的许可，不得随意关闭泵站，防止闸瓦抱紧伤人事故发生。

10、在安装后备保护装置前，机电技术人员必须与厂家的技术人员在现场验货，确认与设计要求一致时才能开始安装。

11、设备安装时，必要按设备的技术要求进行安装与调试，并认真填写安装于调试记录。

12、所有作业人员必须遵守《煤矿安全规程》的相关规定。

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哈利早就知道会这样了，他知道他的身体不会这样一直静静地躺在森林的地面上。为了证明自己的胜利，伏地魔一定会去践踏、侮辱他的遗体。他被抛到空中，竭尽全力，保持身体的柔软，但是疼痛并没有降临，最后一次摔到地上的时候，周围回响起一阵嘲笑和讥讽的叫声。

“你们看到了吧，哈利波特死了!”伏地魔说。哈利感到他大步地在他躺着的地方来回踱着。

“盔甲护身!”哈利怒吼道。金甲护身咒在礼堂中间扩散开来，伏地魔四下寻找声音的来源，哈利一把揭掉了隐身衣。

在寂静中他的声音如洪钟，“这是注定的，注定了是我来和他决斗!魂器已经被消灭了，这里只有你和我。一个人必须死在另一个人的手上，我们两个人终将有一个活着!”

哈利抽出那山楂木的魔杖，他感到礼堂里的每双眼睛都盯着他。

一道红光划破了他们头顶上被施了魔法的天空，就好像耀眼的阳光掠过阳台掠过窗台，掠过窗台，从离他们最近的窗户射进来，同时照亮了他们两人的脸，伏地魔的脸看起来就像燃烧了一般。

与此同时，哈利用德拉科的魔杖指着空中，他听到两声最高分贝的、注入了全部希望的叫声同时响起：

“阿瓦达索命!”()

“除你武器!”

哈利作为一个出色的找球手，在伏地魔倒地的同时，用他空着的一只手抓住了那根魔杖，而伏地魔双臂张开，猩红的眼睛里的瞳孔张开翻了起来。

伏地魔死了，以最平凡的样子死掉了。他的身体绵软地收缩在一起，双手空空，蛇一般的脸苍白空洞。伏地魔死了，被他自己的咒语弹回去杀死了。

7.致罗琳的一封信作文精选 篇七

我是一个四年级的小学生，非常喜欢你写的《哈利·波特》。我不知道您懂不懂中文，但我还是要用中文给你写一封信。

我十分十分喜欢您的《Harry botter》，读起来非常有趣，还有一种身临其境的感觉。我也想当一位您这样的作家，请问，您为什么能把《Harry botter》写得如此之妙?

我还很喜欢美术。我从网上发现了您的手绘“霍格沃茨地图”，更令我敬佩不已!没想到您的美术也这么好!

另外，我还想问一下您：可不可以带我去魔法世界玩一玩?我可不可以到霍格沃茨去上中学?不要骗我说没有这个世界好吗?我相信一定有这个世界的!别人说我迷信，但如果您没有亲自经历或看见过的话，是绝不可能写得这么好，画得这么妙的!不要骗我说没有好么? 阿姨，我好想见见您!

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