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出门一段,小闭关,一个月之内不更新,山高水长,他日再会,:))
打这段的时候,小坏猫偷喝了我的菊花茶,它好象格外喜欢我的杯子,大概觉得我的物事总比它的好,特意给它准备的杯不用,每次跳到桌上时都要巡视下我的杯子,不拘是水是茶,总要尝两口才满意~害得我每次都要重新洗过~
这是我养过的最聪明最漂亮最好奇脾气也最坏的一只小猫,待他日开关,要写写它的故事 :))
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凤凰鸣兮,于彼高冈,梧桐生兮,于彼朝阳。愿所有的朋友新春大吉,日就月将,学有缉熙于光明,实现理想,心境安然,牛气冲天! :)
同时转发一份一直在做公益事业的好友寄来的资料,http://ishare.iask.sina.com.cn/search.php?key=%D2%BB%BC%BA%D6%AE%C1%A6&format=,文件不大,5分钟就可以看完,文件中所写的,也是每一个人都可以做到的事,希望身处幸福之中的人,在春节这样的时刻,记起同一片蓝天下,还有需要帮助的人。:))
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It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
I cannot rest from travel; I will drink
Life to the lees. All times I have enjoy'd
Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when
Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vext the dim sea. I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known,-- cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honor'd of them all,--
And drunk delight of battle with my peers,
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethro'
Gleams that untravell'd world whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I
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中日中国文学史研究情况对比的一点浅见
http://www.wangf.net/vbb2/showthread.php?s=188dde1b9ca395f81d2887c0
白川靜的漢字世界
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2008终于过去,迎来2009,居然是所有经过的元旦里最欣喜的一次,:))
感谢——父母,朋友,师长,还有引领我的所有诸佛菩萨和各位圣贤,虽然走得艰难,但——总算——未负我心,:))
我有天下最可爱的老爸老妈,他们相信我,哪怕我想做的事看起来那么遥远而狂妄,他们不会嫌我年龄老大,不会嫌我埋头资料一脸倦容无暇做饭,在我疲倦和彷徨酸楚的时候,送给我最贴心温暖的爱与包容,我要好好爱他们,
我也有天下最可爱的朋友们,姐姐与妹妹,男手帕与女手帕,
2009,我希望可以做得更好,有智慧做对
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Youth by Samuel Ullman
Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.
Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity of the appetite, for adventure over the love of ease. This often exists in a man of sixty more than a body of twenty. Nobody grows old merely by a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals.
Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spirit back to dust.
Whether sixty or sixteen, there is in every human being's heart the lure of wonder, the unfailing child-like appetite of what's next, and the joy of the game of living. In the center of your heart and my heart there is a wireless station; so long as it receives messages of beauty, h