these are the works i do in last term.totally,we had done ten home work, drawing,measure,and design.most of them had resulted in a model. but i cannot make them all to be here, i had lost to take a photo for some of them.

that is what took most of our spare time. they even made us cannot have enough sleep.but i really like it,  so many chances to try, to make your thoughts turn out to be something, and the desire to win.

and luckly, it continues, and we are now in a wonderful group and a great leader.

                                          poet-Walt Whitman

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,

The ship has weather'd every rack,the prize we sought is won,

The port is near, the bells I hear, the people are exulting,

While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel gram and daring;

    But O heart! heart! heart!

        O the bleeding drops of red,

            Where on the deck my Captain lies,

                Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain!my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;

Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills,

For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths--for you the shores are  crowding,

For you they call,they swaying mass,their eager faces turning;

    Here Captian! dear father!

        This arm beneath your head!

            It is some dream that on the deck,

                You've fallen cold and dead.

My Captain dose not answer,his lips are pale and still,

My father doesn't feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,

The ship is anchor'd safe and sound,its voyage closed and done,

From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;

    Exult O shores, and O ring bells!

        But I with mournful tread,

            Walk the deck my captain lies,

                Fallen cold and dead.