The 15 Global Challenges from t he Millennium Project, a global participatory think tank. 1. How can sustainable development be achieved for all while addressing global climate change? 2. How can everyone have sufficient clean water without conflict? 3. How can population growth and resources be brought into balance? 4. How can genuine democracy emerge from authoritarian regimes? 5. How can decisionmaking be enhanced by integrating improved global foresight during unprecedented accelerating change? 6. How can the global convergence of information and communications technologies work for everyone? 7. How can ethical market economies be encouraged to help reduce the gap between rich and poor? 8. How can the threat of new and reemerging diseases and immune micro-organisms be reduced? 9. How can education make humanity more intelligent, knowledgeable, and wise enough to address its global challenges? 10. How can shared values and new security strategies reduce ethnic conflicts,...
Derby City afternoon rain dampens the light dust.
Walking alone on the green park,
I am pondering on my life and humming a song,
Too softly for anyone to hear,
Except for the chirping birds.
The autumn hills hoard scarlet from the setting sun.
Flying birds chase their mates,
Now and then patches of blue sky break clear --
Tonight the evening mists find nowhere to gather.
Day after day we can't help growing older.
Year after year the autumn leaves can't help seeming yellower.
How long can one man's lifetime last?
In the end we return to formlessness.
How lonely are the travellers.
Even the sun shines cold and white.
[Make up from Wangwei's Poems]
Walking alone on the green park,
I am pondering on my life and humming a song,
Too softly for anyone to hear,
Except for the chirping birds.
The autumn hills hoard scarlet from the setting sun.
Flying birds chase their mates,
Now and then patches of blue sky break clear --
Tonight the evening mists find nowhere to gather.
Day after day we can't help growing older.
Year after year the autumn leaves can't help seeming yellower.
How long can one man's lifetime last?
In the end we return to formlessness.
How lonely are the travellers.
Even the sun shines cold and white.
[Make up from Wangwei's Poems]
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