华侨大学厦门工学院《专业英语》文献检索与阅读报告课题方向：专业：班级：学号：学生姓名：时间：―――――――以下指导教师填写―――――总成绩：教师：张慧研究意义忙碌碌的生活不仅是忙碌也有不少迷茫。
从小我就知道上个好小学是为了上个好中学，上个好中学是为了上个好大学，上个好大学是为了找个好工作。
按部就班循规蹈矩，这是小时候的我一直记在心里的人生路线。
可是，人生其实还有很多很多的选择，每种选择都是一个精彩的人生，循规蹈矩并不是不好，只是慢慢会觉得迷茫。
记得大一刚来厦门的时候总是觉得一切都是那么的新奇。
鼓浪屿上吃特产品味不同风味的美食；环岛路上骑单车感受来自大海的风，观看沿途的海景；园博苑里观百花齐放的瑰丽；杏林阁上看夕阳西下细细体味夕阳无限好只是近黄昏的感慨！旅行的意义并不在于目的地，而在于沿途中我们美好的心情！一个人，一条路，心随景动，从起点到尽头点，也许快乐丶也许索然无味。
在旅途中或许可以遇见不一样的自己。
人生最美好的旅行就是在一个陌生的地域遇见久违的感动。
旅行可以给自己一段自由漂泊的时间洗涤心灵，感受名胜古迹的余韵，沿途风景的美好！第一部分：检索报告1.1检索工具：百度丶谷歌1.2检索准备1.2.1 课题确定依据人生就像一场旅行，不必在乎目的地，在乎的，是沿途的风景，以及看风景的心情。
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第二部分：文献阅读报告2.1 文献全文（3篇)Christmas in Ethiopia: it comes but twice a year Before dawn, our guide Sefiwe was waiting for our little group to gather. In the darkness, we joined the flocks of white-robed pilgrims and made our way towards the rock-hewn church of Bet Maryam (House of Mary).It was very early morning on 7 January: Christmas Day for the Ethiopian Orthodox church. We were in Lalibela, the town in the northern highlands that Ethiopian Christians consider their Jerusalem.A world heritage site, the Churches of Lalibela –13 in all –were carved out of rock in the 12th century after King Lalibela had a vision –quite a common occurrence in Ethiopian history. They are cut vertically downwards, so when we stood outside St Mary’s, the candles held by the milling worshippers illuminated a sheer facing cliff eight metres high.All around us pilgrims were chanting. Just before 7am, in the day’s first light, a procession of 400 priests, including the patriarch of theEthiopian Orthodox church in his magnificent hat, progressed to thecliff-top above us. They stood in their white turbans, holding coloured shawls, shaking sistrums (a sort of musical rattle), swaying in unison and chanting to the sounds of slow drums and horns. And the congregation burst out ululating and clapping for joy.“They represent the heavenly host,”explained Sefiwe, “the priests down here are the shepherds.”It was a far cry from our usual Christmas in Oxfordshire –and a first: we had never had a double Christmas. First we flew to Zanzibar and had a beachside celebration on 25 December. Then, on Boxing Day, we arrived in Addis Ababa, with our two sons and their partners, and also our nieces, who had pricked up their ears at the first mention of our trip and joined in, bringing our number to nine.Ethiopia was somewhere we had always wanted to go, and we found a fantastic way to do it when we read (in a Guardian Green Travel supplement) about Tesfa Tours, a “community tourism”company that takes groups trekking in the highlands, staying in villages as guests of rural communities.Tours usually combine a visit to several attractions –Bahir Dar on Lake Tana (the source of the Blue Nile), Gondar (a former capitalfounded in the 17th century) and Lalibela –with a major trek. Longer trips take in the ancient city of Axum and treks in the less-explored areaof Tigray.After visiting Lake Tana’s spectacular monasteries and the palaces of Gondar, we drove for five hours into the Wollo Highlands to start our trek at Werkhaye Mariam.There we were greeted by Belay, our guide and interpreter for the trek (our hosts spoke the local Amharic language). Our luggage was put on five donkeys and we began four extraordinary days as our cavalcade made its way through farmland and woodland, and along the edge of an escarpment with views that reminded me of the Grand Canyon.We ate lunch in a wide tukul –a wattle-and-daub round house with pointed rush roof, like the rondavels of east Africa.Lunch –every day –was traditional Ethiopian fare, which meant injera –an unappealing-looking pancake made from teff, a seed unique to the Horn of Africa, which is fermented then cooked to look like a dirty grey flannel. On it are laid deliciously spicy vegetables which you eat with your right hand, wrapping the food in the injera. Despite its looks, we all developed a taste for it –it is high in iron and Ethiopians swear by its health-giving properties.By the time we reached the settlement of Mequat Mariam at dusk, we had walked 15km from Werkhaye Mariam. We settled into our three large tukul bedrooms and watched the sunset. Through our guide, the cook explained that she had been trained in Lalibela to prepare food appropriate to western tastes. And certainly our evening meals –eaten in a communal tukul –were delicious.Our first host told us that he and his fellow farmers had been cautious about hosting tourists. But it had worked out well. During the wet planting season they would be too busy working their fields but, in the dry season, they had the time.The wildlife was thrilling. We saw rock lizards and rodent-like hyraxes; across the fields, gelada baboons would suddenly come into view; above the valley, two Augur buzzards had a spirited tiff and then huge bearded vultures would sail by.But the thing that will remain with me above all else was the courtesy and generosity of our hosts. Ethiopians are without doubt some of the most beautiful people in the world. They are proud of their country. They have lived through horrifying wars –we learned so much fromour guides.In Ethiopia, almost everything is a surprise. There is a different calendar; it is one of only two countries in Africa not to have been colonised (though the Italians under Mussolini occupied it from1935-1941); and its Christian religion –which came via the Levant and was established in the fourth century AD –bears strong links to Judaism, which had got there first. And never have I been in a place where there are two such strongly held, parallel views of history: what we know happened and what Ethiopians believe happened –what writer and scholar Karen Armstrong calls logos and mythos –co-exist. And the mythos is more fun.Ethiopians believe their rulers were descended from Menelik, child of the union between King Solomon and The Queen of Sheba. Hence Haile Selassie, their last emperor, deposed and later (most believe) killed by the Communist Derg in 1975, was the lion of Judah and is still revered by many.Religion is all-pervasive. Mary is particularly loved –“Mariam”appears in many place names. The seven archangels feature prominently and Saint George is the national patron saint, usually portrayed slaying a dragon –though in one 20th-century version he is seeing off an Italiangeneral. Monastery and church frescos depict many unfamiliar local saints.And so our walk progressed. We were woken daily by a cacophony of cocks crowing deep in the valley, followed by the gentle, rhythmic thud of a lady grinding freshly roasted coffee with a pestle –Ethiopia is said to be the original home of coffee. That was the signal to get up, make a dash for the one eco-toilet and then watch the spellbinding sunrise across the valley.A good breakfast of omelettes and toast was each day washed down with thick coffee, and then we’d be off for another 20km amble, at an altitude of between 2,800 and 3,000 metres. More adventurous trekkers can walk at 4,000 metres and reach the peak of Abuna Yosef, one of Ethiopia’s highest mountains.On our final day we walked to the road, to be picked up by Jeeps and driven to Lalibela. There we stayed four nights until Ethiopian Christmas morning. During that period, thousands of pilgrims –priests, monks, nuns, peasants –converged on Lalibela, setting up camps in sites specially set aside for them.This tradition goes back 1,000 years and feels little changed. For the whole of Christmas Eve there were services in the churches and spontaneous singing and chanting in the streets. It was wondrous to watch. After the dawn service on 7 January, the pilgrims began their return home.And so did we, feeling moved and privileged to have been part of a tradition which is at the heart of this extraordinary country.2.2 文献小结2.2.1 文献1（题目）：Christmas in Ethiopia: it comes but twicea year一、目的:在不一样的地方过同样的节日，感受不一样的风情。